Sex in the Hood Saga

by White Chocolate

  Duke had seen thousands of pussies, but he had never seen a pussy like that in a titty bar, even in Vegas, or in a magazine. And the way she looked right now, laying there waiting on the big dick, this was some shit right out of the movies. The movie of my life, The Duke, starring Duke Johnson as himself, and introducing The Duchess.

  “We ’bout to make magic,” he said deeply as he unbuttoned his white linen pants. Timbo bulged and never throbbed like this. He had never wanted a woman so bad, not even the first time. He pulled down his pants and his white cotton briefs at the same time.

  Her blue moon eyes grew huge. Her lips opened. She rose up, crawled over, put her hands up like she was praying, one hand on each side of Timbo, with her fingertips touching. And she stared into his black eye.

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  Victoria couldn’t believe her eyes. She knew it would be huge, but it was breathtakingly beautiful. A giant, shiny head the way the edge of the head curved around reminded her of Darth Vader’s helmet in Star Wars. She could almost hear his deep voice saying, “Welcome to the dark side.”

  I’m already here.

  She just wanted to stare at it, let her gaze trace that long vein that ran from the head back to the silky nest of hair. She ran her fingertips along the length of it. The skin was soft as satin and smooth as glass. She glanced up at Duke, letting her eyes study the perfection of his body, from his slim hips to his tapered waist, his muscular chest, his beautiful delicious neck to his strong-jawed face with those spectacular, sexy eyes and sensuous mouth.

  His palms gently stroked the hair on top of her head.

  “Duchess,” he said softly.

  “Yes.” She stared into his eyes.

  “I want you an’ Celeste to meet somebody. Timbo.”

  She looked at the hole at the end of his penis. The bulging ball of black flesh all around it, the gorgeous head of his dick, almost did look like a face, with the hole as the mouth.

  Victoria puckered. She placed the softest kiss over Timbo’s mouth.

  “Enchantee.” She whispered the French word for “enchanted,” which people say when they first meet.

  She wanted to suck him down whole, but first Victoria leaned close to the soft nest of hair and inhaled deeply. “Ooooh,” she moaned. “I loooove that smell.”

  “Damn,” Duke whispered.

  She leaned down a little, cupped his big, hot balls in the palm of her hand, raised them toward her nose. “Oh my God,” she groaned. “Get me a bottle of this so I can smell it all day. Call it Essence of—”

  “Essence of Bo-Bos,” Duke said, laughing. “Can’t b’lieve you like smellin’ ma balls.”

  “It’s delicious. Sweet and musky. I knew I’d wanna stick my face right here and stay for a long time.”

  “Day-um,” Duke moaned, gently gripping the top of her head with one hand.

  She stuck out her tongue, ran the tip of it against the mauve black skin of his balls.

  He sucked in loudly. “Yeah, do that, baby girl.”

  Just like she’d done his neck earlier, she sucked in a mouthful of the skin and gently sucked, tickling the flesh beneath.

  “Ma’fuck me!” he groaned.

  Victoria gave his balls a tongue bath, slurping up, down, all around. Then, cupping his damp balls in her hand, she took his huge dick into her mouth. She slid her wet lips down the length, sucking at the same time, until Timbo hit the back of her throat.

  “Yeah, swallow that cock,” he groaned.

  She sucked for a while longer, never gagging, just savoring the sensation of him inside her as she inhaled his intoxicating male pheromones. Slurping up and down, over and over, with a very wet mouth and slightly open lips, she made super-sexy nasty, wet-sucking noises that made Duke moan. The slippery hotness of her lips against his iron-hard dick, and the feeling of taking him whole into her hot mouth made her pussy drip.

  The sex smell, all those sweet-musky male scents set off something inside her that made her want to fuck until she couldn’t see straight. Victoria pulled back, looked up at him.

  “I love the way your dick feels in my mouth,” she said as she slid her tongue up and down his shaft.

  “Hell yeah,” Duke groaned. “You do that so good, baby girl.”

  As she slurped up and down his dick, suddenly a rhyme came to mind. This is bizarre . . . Won’t I scar this chocolate bar? I’m ’bout to cum as I suck. What luck, I’m so struck to let him pluck my cherry, my virgin berry.

  “Oooh, baby girl, com’ere.”

  She stood on the bed in front of him. He kissed her stomach then with his hands on her hips, turned her.

  “Prettiest ass I ev’a seen in my life!” he exclaimed.

  His lips tickled soft kisses all over the round mounds of her butt. His hands traced the curves of her hips, her butt cheeks, her thighs. Then he rubbed his face all over her ass, squeezing it, moaning, raising it up, sticking his tongue down in it, licking it.

  “This beautiful ass all for me,” he groaned, sucking the curve of her cheek. “Juicylicious. Like a big white chocolate kiss meltin’ in my mouth.”

  Victoria smiled, loving every second of his praise. His appreciation for her size and shape thrilled her after all those cold comments from Brian about how she had a fat butt and needed to lose weight, how she needed to make it flat like all the other x-ray thin girls at school.

  That punk. If I ever see him again, I’m gonna kick his ass like I shoulda done a long time ago, especially when he tried to rape me when he found out I’m black.

  “Baby girl, let me lay you down.”

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  Duke wanted to stop because he was about to lose his mind in his own bed. He couldn’t build up Babylon and impress Knight when he got out in two weeks if he were stone cold crazy from some pussy. Even if it was sweet, virgin pussy that was spread out on gold silk waiting for him to just take! What made it even more hype was that this was happening on the same day he met this goddess whom he had just picked right out of the headlines.

  I got what I wished fo’. Now I ain’t ready.

  Maybe Momma was right, talking about white chicks like she did. They definitely were the reason Knight was in jail, after those hill billy motherfuckers got mad that their slutty little sister was sniffing around a big black dude who didn’t even want her stank ass.

  Now maybe Duke needed somebody who wasn’t everything all wrapped into one perfect package. Shit, the way Duchess was talking to him earlier tonight, with balls as big as his . . . maybe he didn’t need an equal. Maybe he needed somebody less than him, somebody he could control.

  “What are you thinking?” she asked, looking up with the kind of eyes that love songs were written about.

  “You too much, baby girl. You too much.”

  An’ I’m fuckin’ ridiculous, standin’ here wit’ the biggest, hardest dick of the century, wit’ the finest chick on the planet who waitin’ to fuck me, an’ I’m hesitatin’.

  Earlier tonight, when they had pulled into the garage and Knight called, his big brother had said, “Hesitation will get you killed. But a premature move will get you jacked too.”

  And that was what this was. Now that he was taking a closer look, this chick was too damn pretty. Too bold. Too sexy. She sucked dick too good. She took a tongue job too good. Her body was too bangin’, she was too smart, and could talk like a queen.

  What if she turned around and tried to beat The Duke at his own game? No, not try, just straight up demolish his ass with all the tricks he was about to teach her. No doubt, he had seen some scheme in her big, pretty eyes all night long. He saw it even though he was playing her, especially in the gym, when he knew she’d get so damn horny she wouldn’t care about nothing but sliding down on this tree trunk and trying to break it off for a few days straight.

  “Duke, if you’re just gonna stand there contemplating life and love, I’m gonna take a nap.” She pulled one of the half-dozen gold silk pillows from the head of the bed and rested her cheek on it.
“I don’t remember the last time I got some sleep.”

  He stared at the way she turned her body. She was lying on her side and her hip was pointing up, with those long legs across his bed and her candy toes touching his thighs.

  I ain’t neva had a mo’ ridiculous chain o’ thoughts than what jus’ went through my head. Standin’ here wit’ Timbo swole, a goddess in my bed, an’ I’m playin’ fuckin’ philospher.

  Even his favorite self-help book, Think and Grow Rich, said successful men made decisions quickly and changed them very slowly. Meaning, go wit’ yo’ firs’ gut’ reaction an’ stick wit’ it. And that was what Duke was doing with his Duchess.

  ’Cause The Duke don’t choke.

  He smiled, then said deep and raspy, “Naw, baby girl, you so beautiful, I was jus’ paralyzed for a minute. Like when I firs’ saw you, I couldn’t breathe.”

  A seductive smile beamed up at him. She said with a business-like tone, “Duke, I want you to wear a condom.”

  “I’m clean, baby girl.”

  “So am I.”

  “We both clean, we don’t need—”

  “I’m not doin’ it without one,” Duchess said with a shrug.

  He stared into her blue-gray eyes. What if she wasn’t a virgin? Her pussy smelled clean, looked clean. No way did she have anything. And if she got pregnant, then good. They’d have the prettiest baby in Babylon and beyond. Plus, that would definitely make her stay forever.

  “Baby girl, I get tested all the time.”

  She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs.

  “I want you to feel all of me,” he whispered. A condom gon’ block the—”

  “Exactly,” she said. “Pregnancy is not on my agenda right now. And I don’t want to have to worry about STDs. Nothing personal. It’s just a fact, whether I’m with some rich white guy from the academy or with you. HIV doesn’t discriminate.”

  “You right,” Duke said. “I can’t argue when you tryin’ to be safe.” He went to the nightstand, opened the top drawer and pulled out a condom then rolled it down on Timbo. “There. But after this, you an’ me gon’ go get tested together an’ neva have to worry about it again.”

  Timbo looked like a black rocketship shooting toward her as he knelt on the bed, crawled over to her, and sucked her pretty mouth between his lips.

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  Victoria loved the way Timbo was sliding between her legs. Not penetrating, just sliding down over the wet slick that couldn’t wait to suck in that big, black dick.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” Duke whispered. His hot, damp cheek pressed against hers. The huge head of his cock pressed into the wet lips. He had put a towel under her, in case she bled when he popped her cherry. Tiffany said she made a huge mess when her boyfriend fucked her the first time. It was like her period all over her thighs and the bed.

  Ugh, I hope that doesn’t happen with me. Seems like Dildo Dick would’ve already softened the ground.

  “I want you to look into my eyes while you come inside me,” she whispered. Her legs were spread wide. That totally exposed feeling made her pussy dance with anticipation. She studied the sparkles in his eyes in the dim light. He reminded her of a genie . . . his bald head, his bright eyes, and the way his black eyebrows were so perfectly arched, as if they were painted on. It made him look happy, sexy, picture perfect.

  She grabbed the round curves of his butt, one cheek in each palm. His glutes were rock-hard. Solid muscle, no fat. The skin was soft, smooth, hairless. Victoria pulled his butt toward her. The flesh of her pussy felt so swollen and hot, she imagined his dick slicing into it like a hot knife in already half-melted butter. Easy. Smooth. Painless.

  “You sure you ready, baby girl?” he whispered.

  She thrust her hips up. He slid deeper. Sharp pain. The voice of her pussy, Celeste, screamed in her mind. What the fuck are you doin’ to me? This torture can’t be what I’ve been craving for so long!

  He shoved his dick even deeper.

  Victoria cried out.

  He froze. “My baby okay?”

  “It feels like a knife.”

  “Wanna stop?”

  “No. Will it get better?”

  “Yeah,” he whispered. “If I do if soft and slow.”

  “Okay.” In just a few strokes, it felt like Tinkerbell was waving her magic wand over them and tiny gold stars were lighting up every inch of her body.

  Her pussy throbbed, loving the iron-hard rod pounding in and out. The more he pumped, the more her whole body shivered. Her cheeks felt like fire. Her mouth sucked on the beautiful black skin of his shoulder, right where the deltoid muscle formed that little groove that rippled when he moved.

  The fucking made tingly waves wash through her, from head to toe, and the more he pounded her pussy, the more intense it got. The waves-big ones, little ones, giant ones-they were hot, rippling through her in a way that made her skin tingle, her nipples harden, her lips quiver, and her insides sizzle.

  “Oh, baby girl,” he groaned. “I ain’t never had no pussy this good in my whole life, baby girl. Fo’ real.”

  The sex on his voice, the passion, the adoration, and the intoxication made Victoria feel drunk. She reached between her legs, pressing her fingertips onto her clit, rubbing, rubbing.

  “Oh my God!” she screamed. Her mind splashed with stars. Her skin, her muscles, her bones, her soul felt as if stars were exploding inside her. Hot, potent, beautiful. She convulsed with orgasm as Duke continued to ram Timbo into her hot, hungry hole.

  Her pussy pulsated as she came, squeezing around him, welcoming him into her soul.

  This is the power, a sultry voice whispered inside her head. This is the essence of the power. It was Celeste.

  And then her mother’s voice, Use it here, everywhere, to get what you want.

  “Duke,” Victoria moaned. “Duke, I’m yours. All yours.”

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  Duke savored every stroke. He never wanted to touch or kiss another woman in his life. This queen would be his wife.

  Ain’t no way I’ll ev’a let go of this. Let another nigga even think about tryin’ to get some o’ this sweet stuff. He’ll have a sure-fire ticket to join Prince over at Elmwood Cemetery. Nobody. ’Cause this is heaven, and I’m stayin’. Forever.

  The way Duchess was responding, even though this was her first time, she would never let go either.

  “Duchess, you like my love?”

  “No,” she moaned. “I looooooove it. Love it.”

  Duke hoped their heat would melt the condom away, shred it, rip it, so she’d get pregnant right now. Seeing that pretty stomach bulge with his flesh and blood growing up inside this goddess, that would make him Triple Massa Duke. No better present God or the Universe could give him for turning twenty-one on Friday. When he presented his official Duchess to everybody at the party, the shit would be on.

  “Oh, baby girl, you just don’t know.”

  “Now I do.”

  “I been tellin’ yo’ sex all day. ‘’Bout ta drive me crazy. I ain’t neva met a girl horny as you. Damn, I could make love to you for a week straight.”

  “I’m game.” She giggled. “Wear me out.”

  Duke groaned out a little laugh as he fucked her harder.

  “Soundin’ like a sista already.”

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  Victoria loved every second of his pumping and pounding.

  All I gotta do is lay here and get fucked.

  She gripped the round curves of his beautiful shoulders, his deltoids, which were as toned and lean as all those men down in the gym. She pressed her open lips to the soft skin of his shoulder, sucking, kissing, and licking. Did Duke work out like that, to that sexercise routine?

  I want to. With him as my partner.

  Someday she would squat on him like the women in the gym. But right now, she just wanted him to keep on banging relentlessly, with that wild look in his eyes.

  A rhyme came to mind. But this t
ime, she spoke it out loud to Duke.

  “Oooh, jackhammer,” she moaned, gasping for breath. “I stammer, wild pussy rammer . . . Wham! Bam! Slammer!” She glanced up at the beautiful sheer gold fabric around the bed.

  “Love this glamour. Anybody jealous? Damn her.”

  “Rap that shit,” he groaned, fucking her ferociously.

  She rhymed, “Love that sound when you pound the round mound of my ass.” She giggled. “Dick me, stick me, lick me, pick me”—she gasped—“with Timbo, I’m in limbo. Ain’t no bimbo.”

  Duke tossed his head back, laughing, flashing those beautiful, big white teeth. “Girl, you rappin’ like nobody business.”

  “I ain’t rappin’ while you slappin’ an’ you tappin’.” She drew her eyebrows together. “Wait, Duke, isn’t that an expression, ‘tappin’ that ass’? Did I say it right?”

  Duke bust out laughing. “Don’t make me laugh, baby girl, else I can’t fuck you senseless like you need. Matt’a fac’, I’ma fuck you ’til you can’t rhyme to save yo’ life.”

  “Oooohh,” Victoria gushed. “Bring it on, bring it out, make me shout, leave no doubt.”

  Duke wrapped his giant hands around her legs, just above her knees, then pressed her legs forward. That opened her pussy wider so he could really bang it.

  “Fuck me fast, squeeze my ass, make me gasp.” The jackhammer action made her voice waver like she was sitting on a washing machine and the load was off balance, making it shake violently.

  She loved the union of their bodies. His dark hips over her milky ones. The base of Timbo looking like a log disappearing into a cave covered with black vines. Her thighs raised in a “V” shape as if her body were making the peace sign that hippies made with their index and middle fingers.

  “Don’t stop,” she moaned. He pressed her knees into her boobs then banged harder. “Make my eyes pop out . . . shout . . . your cock . . . knocks me out.” She sucked in air. He rammed and rammed and rammed.