by Richie Drenz
CHAPTER 42
Balancing my Heart
by: Vybz
My jeans falls to the floor, the buckle makes a jangling sound, it echoes in the airy warehouse. She shifts slightly on the freezer size carton box. I glance over my right shoulder then look over the other, scanning quickly, turn my back to her and look about. No motion inside the dark room, but my gut feelings tells me something’s not right, something’s wrong, something just feels wrong. Why? Scan again, piles of motionless cardboard boxes. You know what, I’ll follow my gut instinct, you feel mi? It’s always right. I bend, grab the zipper region of my jeans and pull my pants up.
“I got to go, mi already late to catch my flight, this makes no sense, you feel mi? Plus mi and Finaral too close. Mi can’t do this.” I was buckling back my jeans.
“You right.” Her eyes gets soft, “This risky, don’t?” She places her hand on my buckling hands, holds it there, says nothing.
I take up my passport from beside her, she rocks her hip up and down as she pulls her tight black skirt up. I don’t know what she is up to, but I’m not having it today. I push my passport in my back pocket and look behind me. Still no one, just us in the big quiet dark. I wonder if this gal cognisant that if Finaral finds out he’s killing us both. Well she, I’m on my way to Cali. Her hand squeezes my crotch. My crotch reacts. Begins to get stiff. She speaks,
“Let me just give you the last blowjob before you go.”
"No Portia, what’s wrong with you, you harder-hearing?” She massages my crotch. I stiffen.
“Vybz, just let me suck your cock before you go. Mi won't take long.”
"What you want to do?”
Oh fuck, my dick wants her, it’s paining with stiffness but it’s a battle, and my cock has the bigger brain when it comes to the matters of pussy. Fuck it. Finaral treats Pinky like shit. At this very moment of thinking about Pinky with a hard dick, a sexual thought crosses my mind. Only if I ever got the chance with her, she’s so sexy, but how would she react if I approach her like that, we been so close so long. God I would really give it to Pinky. Finaral doesn’t deserve her. I do. Oh what the hell, if Finaral had the chance to bang my girl he would, without a second thought. What am I half-stepping about? That’s the weak excuse my cock bribes my brain with to set it free. Did it work? You have no idea how senseless men become with a stiff dick.
“I want your cock ...” she grabs my buckle, “In my mouth. Please Vybz.”
She gets off the box. I help her slide my jeans down. My cock stands solid, spearing through the air long, thick and with a smooth dark purple head that glistens. She’s in shock, staring in marvel on how much of a turn on my cock is. I wait anticipating the flesh of her lips cuddling my chocolate stick. She licks from the root to the tip, slow and steady, grabs the head, her hands presses flat against my abs, my hand light against her face. Like a magician, she disappears my cock down her throat, makes it reappear full length in her mouth, her lips kissing the tip, then disappears again, appears, disappears, slowly drags her mouth down the full length to let it appear, slick with spit, rigid with veins. She stops, pushes me down, fly her panty like aeroplane, spreads her legs wide open and says,
“I want to taste my pussy juice on your cock. Sink it into my hole.”
I scan around, shuffle closer, my pants bunches up around my ankles. I hold my tough pointing penis, aim it at her pussy, teasingly rub the head up and down against her labia, press the fleshy warm head against her clitoris.
“Push it in Baby, push it in please, just fuck mi.”
She’s too loud. I forget about the time. I look behind me, all’s clear. I slowly pierce through, my cock feels like a sunny day inside her, she feels the heat my cock is emitting on both sides of her pussy, she swerves her hip forward to the head of my cock far down in her zone, the sweet feel of the head sends her to say ‘Good Morning’ to Jesus, the fleshy soft pad, warm, smooth, the warmth rubs up and down into her, powerfully, power strokes, deep and hard in her and even when the cock slides out to the mouth of her pussy she still feels the heat down inside her. She anticipates so hungrily to have my dick splash back down in the deepest part of her hole, it drives her crazy, a heat of pleasure, she wants more, she wants it harder, fuck her, stroke, stroke it deep, hard. It forces her inside apart, her paradisingly smooth flesh squints around my cock without her intending, jumps, inside her pussy jumping, the feel, her pussy gets wetter, inside slick, slippery, soaking. The boxes rocking are loud, she can’t control her volume,
“Fuck it, fuck it. That’s it, Fuck it baby.”
“You’re too loud, sshhh.”
“Fuck me harder! Cripple mi.”
I look over my shoulders, cup my palm over her mouth, stroke her deep, not pulling out my dick, just deep stroking, just keep shoving it farther and farther down into her, small movements but deep intense penetration, it brings pleasure to her whole body, maddening. Every thrust hitting on that same sweet-spot, hitting it every single time. She swings her arm aimlessly, out of control, it hits a box, she is getting loud, captivated by the deep humping, thrusting down into her, filling her.
"Mi a cum, don’t stop! Don’t stop! mi a cum!”
I get all the power from my long muscular legs and begin slamming myself into her the hardest way I know how, she grabs my ass and tries to pull me deeper, face twisting, eyes shut, mouth open. She’s getting slippery, I slide in easier, her juices cumming, I pump harder, farther. The rattling is loud, she’s high-pitched
“Huh-huh-uh! Huh-uh-huhhh!
I muffle her whimper, she fights to get her head free, wanting to just cry out loud with every hard thrust I deliver. I think both my hip bones made it down her passage. Her left hand held on to the edge of the rattling box, her right hand latched the back of my shirt, ripping it off senselessly. I couldn’t care less, I’ll go on the plane shirtless, my cock pulsing inside her, pulsing with horniness, buckle jangling on the floor. She twists her head side to side, desperate to release her mouth, I savagely kiss her lips off her face. Her hand moves from the box to latching in my back, I slide my hand up her thighs, hold her ass, grip one cheek, squeeze my fingers into her firm flesh, hold it steady for the striking. I pelt my cock down to her oesophagus. She didn’t win the lotto but she was shouting out,
"Yes! Yes, yes!” Her mouth gapes, face winces bitterly, “Shit! Shit! Fuck!, Oh Fuck!”
She made her ugly but sexy cumming face, just beautiful,
“Fuck! I’m cumming! Arrhh!”
She grips me tighter and her waist is rolling around in wild frantic circles, small but orgasmic circles that makes me want to die a thousand times how good it feels. She is winding fast on top, my cockhead right in her G-spot, she loves what she feels and the cum swells to the tip of her pussy lips. Her pussy drools sweet milk on my cock. I can’t wait any longer. I whisper,
“Stop. I got to go.”
“Shut up and fuck me!”
Her panting loud. I grab her other ass cheek, it sinks in a dimple as her pussy squints then relaxes, her ass gets back round, she arches her back, I go deeper, thrust into untouched zones where it hurts sweetly. She bites hard, my neck, making a humming cry, my penis stroking her inside without breaking, a steady hard pattern, a deep thorough straight through and through vaginal tour. She whimpers into my neck,
“Mmmm.”
I grab her hair, her weave, fuck her, she squeezes my ass, pulling me, slamming me into her harder, spreads her legs wide, raise them in the air, points her toes to the ceiling, use both hands and pull her pussy cheeks apart, open wide, I lose it. I fuck her, I fuck her, fuck her, fuck her. Long strokes. Powerful strokes. The sweetest strokes. Her skirt rides up her hips, looking like a belt. She sucks my neck harder, her head jerks, talks into my neck, sucking it, I didn’t know what she said but I feel the humming vibration, it sends shivers through me, drives me in-fucking-sane. I hold one of her ankles high in the air, throw it on my shoulder, swing the other leg between mine as I scissor fuck her, it feel
s good, I want more, I lose it, hoist her hip off the box, her feet not touching the ground, slam myself into her, slam, slam, slam, she gets weighty to lift. I put her back on the box, grab her shoulders with both hands, stroking deep and sensually, I wind slow in her cunt, slow and steady, bracing forward and deep into her. I get leverage, wrap my fingers around her neck, I go in farther, deeper, reaching my favorite spot inside, her favorite spot, it is shallow, ribbed and smooth. She feels it there and moves sensually against the head of my cock keeping it in that erogenous zone, her sweet spot, she is pushing up every time I sink it down onto her sweet spot, her tongue between her teeth as she inhales raspy and ragged. Our swerves become one, in rhythm, and pleasing, the best fucking feeling in life, ten houses of sexual coke, a sexual high. She runs her hand up her blouse, plucks her bouncing breast out her bra, it is still under her blouse, I crane my neck forward, suck on her nipple through her thin white blouse, my wet mouth wetting her blouse, remove my lips, her dark nipple is perking through the round wet spot on her blouse, she toys with her breast, squeezes it, looks into my eyes, pinches her nipple. She flusters to unbutton her blouse, my chest sweaty, she is staring in my eyes, face sweating.
One breast in, one breast out, flesh bouncing, erotic, so beautiful, the beautiful sight of sex in heated bouncing motion. My wet mouth suckles on her breast, swallowing her nipple, devouring her breast deep down into my oveny mouth, gobbling in a famish manner, I had no control, my horniness peaks miles high in me. I crave her. I unmouth her breast, squeeze the soft plump base, getting her hard nipples pointing to the ceiling fan, circle her erect swollen nipple with my moist horngry tongue, slow wet circles. Continuous circles, rubbed her clit, passionately sucking her breast into my brain, fucking far and deep, stroking, sucking, rubbing, circling her wet clit, circling, circling, still fucking, fucking, fucking, deep, in and out, in, out, fucking, all at the same time, fuck, my tongue circles, suck with violent passion. She flings her head back and whimpers
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Don’t ... Don’t ... Mmmm. Cumming, I’m .. cummmm!”
She springs up off my lengthy cock, screams
“Mi want cum in your mouth!”
Braces her thick slice of pussy pudding into my face, so hard I think she is trying to sit in the back of my throat. I grab both of her ass cheeks and force her farther down into my mouth. She says breathily and in some haste before her cum gushes out her pussy,
“Mi want wet up your tongue!”
I pull my head out. I smell her heated pussy in my face, I’m moving towards her yummy pie, slowly, too slow, she grabs the back of my head, buries my face between her legs, right into her pussy, commanding me,
“Open your mouth!” her eyes rolling back, “Wide!” I did, “Eat it, suck my pussy!” she tosses her head all the way back, her face blooming with unsurmountable pleasure,
“Drink mi pussy soup!” I did, she kept talking dirty,
“Yeah Baby, drink it up. Drink everything ... every... hheesshh... drop. Good medicine. Vitamin P!” I tried my best not to waste my vitamins,
Her pussy melting her sweet hot cream down, running down. She becomes my full course meal, a serving of pussy lips, with hot clits, glazed in her white honey and to quench my oral appetite some pussy milk shake. Mmmm. Bon a petit to the cannibal. Her juices flourish over her labia, so soaked you could bail it out and full a bath pan. I suck her creamed pussy lips, just one lip, a single one, good and proper and smooth suck. It’s not enough for her, she forces my head up into her snatch, stuffing my face wildly into her coochie, my nose squashes against her clit, her loin hoola-hooping wildly, wanting my warm mouth over her clit. I can’t get oxygen, mouth fill with pussy, I muffle,
“I have to go, my flight.”
“Just let me cum in your mouth again. Please.” She grips my head in place.
Her pink clit stiff, shooting forward with horniness, blood rushing into her clit, on the verge of jacking off in my mouth. My tongue pesters her panicking clit, suck on it, her pussy gets dreadfully tender, reacts to the slightest touch, my tongue continues to harass in the center of her sweetness, her pussy smells as fresh as rose water in my nose. My lips gently hauls the petal of her pink rose, sucking off the warm slick pussy sippings her pussy dewed on them. I freeze at a noise I swore I heard in the distanced dark, a muffled cough, a person, someone watching.
“You heard that?”
“Ssshh, Shut up. Make me cum!” Probably just a figment of my imagination.
My tongue proceeds to lapping down in her center, mopping her pussy with my tongue, she was nine skies above cloud nine. I shove my professional tongue in every crevice and curves of her shaking wet pussy. She drains the last of her cum in my mouth, down my throat, her juices feels warm as if her pussy were a thermos. I swallow every drop. Lick my lips. Her eyes flutter weakly.
I ease up, plant light soft kisses, all over her arouse pussy, her poor vagina falls apart. My cell beeps twice, a special beep, Leelia’s beep.
I heard ‘Click!’
A bright industrial light snapped on. She clutched her bosom. I hustled to drag up my jeans, hurtled behind the boxes. Portia followed. I felt for my passport in my back pocket, look at the time, bomboclawt star, flight suppose to gone seventeen minutes ago, what kind of power pussy has?
“Who’s there?” The guy walked forward, stepping towards the boxes. It’s the same youth from the last time, Marlon. Deja vu this? Mi can't believe mi in this avoidable predicament again. Boy, Marlon really can watch the B star. A bet mi shot him a box today. Better yet, keep calm, keep cool Ajrien.
None of us answered. We didn’t got caught this time. Marlon turned back, walked over to the switch. Portia spread a devilish smirk on her face. Or maybe delight, she didn’t seem any at all shocked, like he catches her a lot in here and it gave her the thrills. I got a text. ‘Bee-Beep.’ Leelia. The world stopped spinning. The beeping sounded loud in the quiet. Marlon stopped, looked around.
“Who’s there? Mi know somebody in here. Move from round the box.”
I sneaked a quick look at the texts from Leelia, it read,
‘Ajrien, don’t leave. Please.’
She must be the only one who still calls me Ajrien, aside from Mama. Can't wrap my head around this. What’s this? She still wants me or? Misses me as a friend? I mean, all of a sudden, I’m getting all these emotional texts from her. After years? I thought she had totally forgotten about me since she’s been uptown. I knew she didn’t want me. Plus she’s way out my league. I have a better shot at being with Pinky. Well if ... though I rather to be with ... I don't even know who I rather. But, I do think about Lia so much. So ... I rubbed the ring she gave me slowly in deep thoughts. Who am I kidding? Lia doesn’t want a guy like me, she wants an uptown guy. Maybe she wanted to use me, for some dirty jobs, or something.
I stared, thought harder. But I just don’t know what's up? Since she sent me the ‘Miss you’ text on her wedding day that was one hell of a disaster ... you know what? I should go and see her, but .. but .. my flight ... hsst ... I knew she was marrying too young. I didn't text back the last time. Now this. Should I text back now? Maybe, no... Wonder if she knows about my incident that I’m running from? I knew she knew I’m leaving obviously, but what if it’s a set up from the other crew? No, but she texted mi the ‘Miss you’ before my incident even happened. I knew if she heard about my incident, I wouldn’t have a chance. She’s gonna hear about it anyway, I don’t have a chance. Better mi leave. I’m leaving. Or stay? I don’t even know what to make of this. Should I leave? I missed my flight, maybe it’s a sign, and now this text, maybe it’s a bigger sign. I stared at the blank box. Portia pulled down her skirt in place, grinned and asked Marlon,
“You catch everything right?” Then turned to me, her face instantly changing from a smile to a wry scowl and said,
“’Bout you come fly big box in mi face for dirty stinking Pinky. Mi and you little bloodclawt now.” Marlon voice sounded happy when he answered her,
/> "Yes! Everything mi catch.” He held up his recording camera in the air. Immediately I knew what Portia was up to. I began choking the blackmailing bitch. The other bitch, Marlon, ran away without looking back.
CHAPTER 43
The Heart of Revenge
by: Leelia Lexings
I was stupid. I should’ve took the gun. I should’ve never trusted Mr. Douglas. His face was close to mine when he suggested,
“I think we should make this deal fair huh.’ ‘Ribbit.’ I shifted closer to my door and away from him. I studied his eyes. I saw evil.
“It’s fair Mr. Douglas. A done deal ... What you want to pay then?”
Silence. ‘Ribbit’. Silence.
He stared.
Insects light blinking. Mr. Douglas’ eyes didn’t blink. The silence stood so long between us, I grew a beard.
“No ... Since we are both here alone ... Why not we ...” He rolled both his shoulders upward close to his ears, afterwards leaned forward and twirled his fingers in the ends of my hair, combed his finger through,
“You know .. huh? .. we could .. You know ...”
My hands flashed, strapping across my chest as if to cover my nakedness.
“No. I don't know. Good God! I was to marry your SON. Are you such a pervert everyone say you are?”
I prayed my emphasis on son would touch his conscienceless conscience. Maybe it did. He straightened his spine in his seat.
"You know what Lee, I should be getting you for free!” As he talked, his voice got higher and anger invaded his tone, he got harsh, “Fuck this shit, I already paid your mother five years ago, from you were fourteen. Fourteen! She took my fucking money... I shouldn’t pay shit. You’re mine! Not Qwan’s, not anyone else, that was the deal! Your mother is a fucking bitch to go behind my back and force you on my son, just to save you from me. What? I wasn’t too old for you when she was talking my money? Whatever you and your mother planned, it won't work, no fucking way I won’t get you, I fucking gave her my money!”
