by AP Jermaine
“Nigga please! Who you talking to? I was smoking Dutches when you still thought White Owls was the shit! I taught “you” how to roll nigga!” I set that shit straight as I snatched the blunt from his hand, busted it and dumped the tobacco right on the floor. While I was getting the blunt right, I could feel somebody watching me. I looked to my right and there was Kaneisha. Standing on the dancefloor swinging that juicy phat ass from left to right to the beat, while staring intensely into my eyes. I knew I needed to take my ass home, but fuck that, I’d been wanting to test that pussy out for years, and the Henny was telling me that tonight was the night to knock the lining outta her shit! She danced her sexy ass right back over to me and whispered into my ear.
“Is that dick really as good as them bitches say?” She asked huskily before sliding her tongue halfway down my ear canal. I almost jumped outta my sneakers before composing myself!
“Oh, don’t worry about it shorty. You about to find out in just a few.” She smiled, turned around and sashayed back to the dancefloor, swinging that ass even harder as T-Pain’s “I’m in Love Wit a Stripper” bumped through the speakers. I reached over, grabbed another Dutch outta the box and a handful of weed outta the bag. “Kaneisha!” I yelled over the music, calling her back to hand her the blunt and the weed. “Go ahead and get right. You’re gonna need it.”
“Thank you baby. I’m waiting on you.” She turned and I smacked her hard on that phat ass before she walked away. Shell fell over laughing.
“Yeah nigga! You back! Yo, how the fuck you make it out? I thought you had sixteen joints?”
“I did. I spread a lil bread around and got that shit cut to four. So here I am. You aint mad, is you?” I watched his face for his expression.
“Mad? Nigga quit talking crazy. This a celebration! You my brother nigga! I’m overjoyed! It’s on now! Bam! Look at that bru. A work of motherfuckin art.” Shell smiled as he held up the perfectly rolled Dutch that he’d finished before I could finish mine. Why was this nigga always trying to beat me at something? I laughed to myself. Shell lit the blunt and passed it over to me, and yeah, he was right. It tasted like I was smoking motherfuckin Jamaica! I was in love. The Zona and Purple Haze mix was nice and fruity. I laid back on the couch letting the sweet smoke invade my lungs, as Shell pulled out what looked to be about a quarter ounce of powdered cocaine. Rolling up a one hundred - dollar bill, he dug down into the bag, took a long snort up one nostril, and a giant snort up the other.
“Damn nigga. You sniffing coke now too.”
“This aint coke brother. Its raw “boy.” This the shit I got the projects and North Durham locked down wit. Niggas can’t touch the coke I got out here neither.” Shell bragged. Once again for those of you who may not know, “boy,” is heroin, and “girl,” is coke. I didn’t say shit to the nigga, just took another long pull of the tree and looked at him like he had shit on his face. “It’s all good bru. You aint gotta look at me like that. With the connect I got now, aint shit that can stop us.”
“Us?”
“Yeah nigga us! You know I got you. I know you. I know you ready to stack them bands. Nigga I…” Before he could even finish his statement, the dope kicked in and his head fell down into a nod. “Sucking his own dick”. As they say in the dopefiend world.
“Ay nigga!” I yelled smacking him in the back of the head.
“Huh! Yeah, yeah like I was saying.” He jumped up like he’d heard a gunshot.
“Don’t worry about it homeboy.” I stopped him before he got started. “I ain’t fuckin wit it no way.”
“Come on Banks, I know you. You not about to be walking around here broke.”
“Who the fuck said I was broke? My paper still straight nigga. Matter of fact I’m going to cop a safe tomorrow. I’m about to invest my bread though. I’m trying to get rich and stay rich. Not, get rich and spend it making bonds and paying lawyers. You feel me? Once I get some legitimate bread behind me, then aint no telling what might pop off. If you’re smart nigga, you’ll quit bullshitting and ride with me on this shit.”
“Come on man. Don’t tell me you scared to get this money now?” Shell asked as he took another sniff outta the bag of dope.
“Yeah I’m scared alright. Scared I’m gonna catch that life sentence next time for having to body one of these clowns out here. Bru, most of these punks you running around with ain’t real. They claim to be gangsta as long as shit going sweet, but the first time they get knocked, they shaking like a whore in church and singing like Eddie Kane Jr! I’ve seen it too many times. The game ain’t the same no more. These sucker for love ass niggas don’t wanna have to leave them broads out here, because they know just as soon as they get that time, the next nigga in line gonna be pushing a mile worth of dick down her throat. Now that’s what’s real! If it was just the police I had to worry about, I might be ready to jump this shit off wit ya. But I’m not about to let one of these sucker for love ass clowns sell me off to the FEDS. Fuck that! I gotta be smarter than that.” I looked back over at Shell and this nigga was nodded back off again. I reached over grabbed the
weed and Dutches off his lap, scooped up Kaneisha and skated out the door. Some niggas never learn.
Chapter 29 “Pretty Toes”
I woke up the next morning, butt ass naked in the bed beside Kaneisha. She was sleeping peacefully, sprawled out across my chest. My watch read 10:30 a. m. We’d ended up here at the Carolina Duke hotel on Guess Road. Nothing fancy. I checked my phone and I didn’t have any messages nor texts from Monique. For some reason this made me feel worse than if I would have. I knew I was dogging her. But in the real world that’s what niggas do. Fuck up. I’ve already emphasized that if you wanna read a bunch of fake shit, then go pick up one of those other urban novels. There’s plenty to choose from. This is “The Untold Truth”. From start to finish. I’m hoping my true motherfuckers know, this be the realest shit I ever wrote. Anyway, the sad part about last night is that I didn’t enjoy the pussy as much as I’d anticipated. Kaneisha is a bad bitch. Nobody with two good eyes in their head can deny that. Her own hair, pretty face, baby soft skin, swollen titties, Tahiry phat ass and all. But with all that going for her, she fucked up and lost major points, when I found out she didn’t have her fuckin feet done! Yeah, I’m a feet man. I don’t give a damn if you Stacy Dash or Beyonce, if the toes ain’t done, I’m not gonna be feeling you like that. But in the same sentence, you could be ugly as fuck with some beautiful feet, and you might can get it! So, after getting her to the room, and all the grabbing and feeling and tugging was over, I peeped her undone toes, and it took a lot of the spice outta the fantasies I had about her. The pussy was nice and wet, and she had some smoking head, but the whole shit was still just average. Yep. Cause her toes weren’t on point. They weren’t crude or no shit like that, they just weren’t pedicured. And I demand pretty feet for my time. If a bitch don’t know, she’ll soon find out. Quietly I slid from under her, went into the bathroom and hopped in the shower. No soap. Just plain hot water and a rag. The last thing a nigga wants to do, is come home smelling like Irish Spring after being out all night. That’s a rookie move. You’re supposed to learn that kinda shit early in the game. After stepping outta the shower, I dried off and got dressed before coming back out of the bathroom. Kaneisha was half awake.
“What’s wrong baby?” She asked sleepily.
“Ain’t nothing. Everything good.” I responded reaching into my pocket.
“Where you going? You not gonna fuck me again this morning?” Kaneisha yawned and stretched.
“I need to, but I gotta bounce and go take care of some business. You can go ahead and sleep though. You still got two hours before checkout.” I answered as I peeled off two twenties and a ten. Here’s some money for you to get home with and get something to eat.” I thought for a second before sliding off another twenty. “And take this and get your nails and feet done.”
“O.K. baby.” Kaneisha reached over and thumbed through the money before laying
her head back down on the pillow.
“You leave me some tree baby?”
“Yeah, it’s on the T.V.”
“Thank you baby.”
“Yeah. Don’t forget to get your feet done. Call me when you finish.”
“I won’t forget daddy, and I will.” With that said, I bounced out the door and headed home.
Chapter 30 “Daddy Longstroke”
As soon as I got into the crib, I took a quick peek inside the bedroom, and saw Monique sprawled out across the bed knocked out. The television that was still on, I turned off, then walked back in the den and flopped down on the couch to roll a blunt. Shell was right about one thing. There’s an art to rolling any kind of leaf. You have to use your fingers, tongue, and lips to get it just right. You gotta treat it like some women. Delicately. I took my time and rolled one damn near to perfection. About halfway through the blunt I was high as gas prices and starting to feel the effects of not getting much sleep. Stepping back into the bedroom, I started to undress.
“Is this how it’s gonna be when we get married too?” Monique’s voice came from nowhere, scaring the shit outta me as I kicked off my jeans! Her back was to me and she still hadn’t moved. Slick ass, playing possum.
“What the hell is you talking about Monique? Go back to sleep.” I played dumb and slid under the comforter.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about Teddy.” She turned to face me this time, and clearly, I could see she’d been crying. I reached out for her but she pulled away. Sliding over in the bed, I grabbed onto her and pulled her to me with more force this time, holding her tightly so she couldn’t snatch away.
“Listen Nique. You know a nigga just got home, and you know I got some running around to do, but you know you’re my heart and soul. I just gotta take care of some business.” I knew she knew I was lying, but what the fuck could I say? “Oh, I saw this chic last night that I’d been wanting to smash out for the longest, so I scooped her up and took her to the hotel to blow her back out?” Hell fucking no! So, ladies, I’m giving it to you straight right now. There may never be another nigga to lay it down like I can, so I have to speak for all of us. Most times when you know your man’s been cheating, but he’s willing to take his lie that he wasn’t to the grave; it’s not because he doesn’t love you that he lies. Like ya’ll always say, if you loved me you wouldn’t cheat. Bullshit! It’s vice versa. If he didn’t love you, he’d just say “Yeah. I been out fucking. Her ass was phatter than yours and I wanted to see if the pussy was any good. Now shut up and go to sleep.” That’s what “I’d” say, if I didn’t give a fuck about a chic. So ladies, we lie; because we know that it would hurt your feelings to tell you the truth. The untold truth, and that’s what we try to avoid. And no don’t come giving that bullshit about, “If he loved me he wouldn’t cheat.” All men cheat in some shape, form, or fashion. It’s the way our DNA is made up. To divide and conquer. This shit didn’t just start with us. So, if you think you’re one of those miracle women, that’s got a husband that doesn’t cheat, you’re not. He’s fucked somebody other than you. Or he wants to. No matter how fucked up this shit may sound, it’s the untold truth. He’s with “you.” So, give em a break aight.
“Banks, you promised me you were coming outta them streets.” Monique spoke with worry and concern written all over her face. “I’m not no fool Teddy, and I know them chics out there be coming at you all the time. I know how bitches is, and I know that comes with the territory. Shit, I was with a nigga who used to cheat on me, then come home and beat my ass for knowing he did! He didn’t give a shit really if I knew or not. Hell, he’d even bring em to the house sometimes! So the lil shit that you do aint killing me. But the thought of losing you out in them streets, that’s what kills me inside. I don’t wanna lose you out there. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me!” The single tear that ran down her face, I instantly wiped away.
“Well baby girl. I cannot tell a lie. I’m probably gonna be a hustler until the day I die. But there’s a million and one ways to hustle, and all of em don’t involve breaking the law. I made a promise that I was gonna do something different.” I grabbed her chin and lifted it softly so she’d look me in my eyes as I spoke. “I always keep my promises and I never go back on a deal. Starting tomorrow, I’m going to look for a spot that I can lease or buy. I haven’t quite made a definite decision on what type of business I’m gonna start, but were definitely about to make it happen. Win, lose, or draw. I already know that it ain’t shit out there in them raggedy ass streets, but penitentiary time and death. And I ain’t friends with neither one! So, don’t worry baby girl. You not gonna lose me. Not now, not ever.” Her smile lit up the entire room.
“You promise?”
“Scouts honor,” I placed my hand over my heart as Monique laughed so hard that tears came to her eyes. But this time they were tears of joy.
“You know you crazy. Come here boy.” She commanded, as she reached out under the covers and grabbed onto my thickness. Her touch made my shit stretch out and rock up instantly. I reached between her legs to find that she was already soaking wet. Pulling my hand from beneath the covers, I licked my fingers clean as I stared her in the eye. Throwing the argyle comforter off of us onto the floor, I leaned in taking one of her peach sized breasts into my mouth, loving the feel of her inch - long nipples hardening against my tongue. Reaching between her legs I slid two fingers between the folds of her moist pussy lips, as I squeezed her stiff clit between my thumb and forefinger. “AAAAH!” She shrieked and grabbed my wrist. Slowly I licked my way down her body, pausing only to snake my tongue out into her navel, causing her body to tremble with anticipation. Kissing her hip bone, I slid my warm tongue in between the crevice of her thigh, all the while tweaking her nipples the way I knew she loved it. “Teddy please!” she whimpered loudly, pushing my head downward, begging for me to taste her fruit. I stopped, leaned up, and looked her in the eyes. “Banks please!” she begged as her face took on the expression of a kid who’d just been told that there’d be no toys for Christmas. Smiling like the devil, I reached into the ashtray, lit the half smoked Dutch and handed it to her.
“Smoke.” I ordered. With lust filled eyes she pulled the blunt, laid back, and I went to work! Lying flat on my stomach, I pulled both of her thighs over my shoulders so her calves and feet could rest comfortably on my back. I took a quick peek up and saw that she was watching me. “I said smoke.” I scolded her. Instantly she laid back down and did as she was told. Curling my arms around her thighs, I pulled her legs apart and sucked her swollen clit into my mouth.
“Ohhhh!” She yelled and bucked like a wild horse, causing me to use more strength on her thighs to hold her in place! Her sweet musky scent almost drove me insane! I squeezed down on her thighs even tighter, as I ran my tongue from the bottom of her pussy, all the way back to her
swollen clit. “Oh God!” she screamed, as I sucked on one pussy lip and then the other, then pushed my tongue as far as it would go inside her as I fucked her with mouth. “Oh God! OK! OK! Banks please! Oh shi…!” she yelled, screamed, and tried to run away from my tongue to no avail. I licked and sucked, sucked and licked, then at just the right moment, sucked her clit back into my mouth and bit down lightly! Instantly she started to cum in waves! I knew that if I didn’t hold her down, she’d throw me onto the floor the way she was bucking! “AHHHH! OH! OH! Godddd! Oh Shit! Ok! OK! OK Teddy! Oh God, please!” I kept her pussy in my mouth and held on tightly to her legs until her wild bucking slowly started to subside. “Oh God, Teddy.” She whimpered as her breathing became almost normal again. I knew a lil trick that could make her cum again back to back, but my face was already dripping with her pussy juice and cum, so I decided to make her next nutt come from some hard pipe. My main objective is to satisfy. I slid up, kissed her, and she licked my face clean. Yeah. That’s how we do.
“Where that blunt at?” I asked.
“Oh shit!” Monique quickly reached over the side of th
e bed and snatched it off the carpet where she’d dropped it during her cum spasms. She passed it to me, I hit it twice and tossed it in the ashtray. Smacking her hard on the side of her ass, I instructed her to turn over as I got up and stood at the side of the bed. As soon as she rolled onto her stomach, I pulled her to her knees. Reaching out, I grabbed a handful of that beautiful long black hair, twisted it around in my hand and snatched her head back before leaning in and breathing into her ear.
“What the fuck I tell you about questioning me?”
“I didn’t know you wa… POW! “Aaaahhgh!” she screamed out, as I cut her sentence short with a hard smack on the ass.
“Shut up!”
“Okay.” She whined. I wound her hair tighter into my fist and pulled her head back just a little more. Just enough to bring out the pleasure and the pain.
“Don’t you know better than to question what the fuck I do?” POW! POW! I smacked her ass twice!
“I’m sorry!” I could feel her trembling beneath me, and knew she was close to cumming again.
“Yeah you sorry aight. But not sorry as you gonna be.” I stood up keeping a firm grip on her hair, as I took my dick and ran the head up and down the entrance of her soaking wet snatch. You need to be punished, don’t you?”
“Yes daddy, I’m sorry. Punish me.” Her voice trembled. Letting her hair go and grabbing onto her hips, I planted my feet firmly, and slammed big, hard dick into her as far as it would go! POW! POW! POW! I smacked her ass in rhythm with my thrusts! I long dicked her until her pussy started to speak that secret language that all men love. Squish! Slush! Sloop! Slosh! “Oh shit, babbbby! I’m about to cuuummmm!” Monique screamed over her shoulder! I could feel my own orgasm rumbling its way to the surface, so I locked down and picked up the pace so we could cum together. “Oh god, I’m cuummming!” Monique yelled as she trembled and shook, before just as planned, I shot a load into her so powerful my knees buckled! Sweat dripped from my face down onto her ass like a faucet that wasn’t quite turned off. My dick was still at half mast when I finally slid out and lay down beside her. She turned to me and kissed my lips with a satisfied smile. “You think you bad, don’t you?”
