A Big Girl's Revenge

by Ms. Michel Moore

  Swazy’s dick grew harder as the veins started to bulge. Sensing what he wanted from past experiences, Keisha then used both hands to reach back and spread her cheeks wide open. Not being able to stand it any longer, Swazy gladly accepted the invitation, shoving his throbbing, helmet-shaped dick head into her asshole. With as much force as he could, Swazy tried to ram through to the other side.

  Keisha didn’t care, still holding her cheeks open so Swazy could keep handling his business. Every time Swazy went in harder from the rear, it made her take even more of A.J.’s blessing without so much as gagging.

  A.J. didn’t miss Keisha using her hands to stroke him, because she was throat-fucking him royally. Every few seconds, in his Southern swagged-out voice, he would yell out she was the best he’d ever had. And Swazy, who never really wanted Rico to get with her in the first place, was also screaming out Keisha’s praises.

  The cousins talking shit seemed to fuel her to get even more buck wild with it, throwing her ass up higher in the air for Swazy’s pleasure while burying her head deeper on A.J.’s dick.

  With all three of them apparently in their own freaky world, rhythmically banging to the beat of the video now playing on television, Rico got heated, feeling left out the loop and questioning Keisha’s loyalty to him. Sitting back in his favorite chair, he tried his best to mask his contempt for Swazy, A.J., and especially Keisha. He couldn’t care less about the fact that what was taking place in front of his eyes was all set in motion thanks to him.

  Who these cornball motherfuckers think they are, getting wild up in this bitch? And this goofy broad acting all the fuck in for this country Bama nigga, with his gold-tooth-having ass! Infuriated, ready to bug out, Rico had enough game about his self to keep his fronts up. It was no way in hell he was gonna let any of them see him sweat even though he felt some sort of way. I swear I’ma beat the brakes off this stankin’ bitch when they leave!

  He got up to go to the bathroom, but the trio never noticed Rico’s absence. Standing in the mirror, Rico turned on the cold water in the sink. Cupping both hands together, he bent down, splashing his face. Hoping the water would help snap him back on his game, he used a hand towel to dry off before re-entering the living room where Keisha, his longtime meal ticket, was being cum drained by his best friend and his random-ass country relative.

  Relieved they’d all finally had enough, Rico resumed trying to be a puppetmaster no sooner than Swazy called out, “I’m about to bust” for the second time.

  “Hey—y’all niggas hungry or what? ’Cause I can have her hook us up some yard bird.”

  Exhausted and about ready to pass out from pleasing his boys, Keisha shot Rico a damn you, nigga look that A.J. and Swazy both easily picked up on. Having just been served some of the best, freakiest no-strings-attached free sex they’d both recently encountered, the cousins were ready to bounce.

  “Naw, dawg—we good. We can just grab something at the Coney.” Swazy disappeared into the bathroom to wash his shit-covered dick.

  “Man, I can’t say y’all city boys don’t know how to offer a dude some good, down home Southern hospitality.” A.J. leered at Keisha as she bent over, picking the pink bath towel off the floor. “Shit, if I had a girl back home that was that official on her head game like Ms. Keisha, I might fuck around and wife the shawty!”

  Seeing Keisha wink at A.J. and him smile, showing that damn gold tooth, Rico felt some sort of way once again. “Yo, Keisha, take your good-dick-slurping ass into that kitchen and hook up some grub!”

  Snatching at her forearm, Rico dragged her into the other room, pushing her up against the refrigerator. “Just what in the fuck is you doing out there? I told your hard-headed ass to serve my boys up, not flirt.”

  “But . . . ”

  “But what? What you about to say to get your ass kicked now?”

  Keisha looked into Rico’s weed-induced red eyes and decided to quit while she was ahead. She knew with him, there was no winning. So instead, she wrapped her towel extra tight and took out a bag of wingdings to deep fry. With stinging carpet burns on each kneecap, she begrudgingly started to prepare the late-night meal.

  “Hey, y’all sit back and chill out. Old girl in there hooking us up on the food tip, some chicken and fries.” Rico regained his composure, going back into the living room, handing his boy and A.J. both cans of ice cold Red Bull and a small bottle of Ciroc.

  Swazy and his cousin were both sitting on the couch with their heads laid back. Rico, who had not participated in the fuck-fest, was the only one in the house that was full of energy. Throwing in a DVD, they were only ten minutes or so into Belly before A.J. was knocked out, snoring like he was at home. Swazy was fighting to keep his eyes open. Rico wanted them to know that the double-teaming gangbang they’d just put down on his woman meant nothing. He had to keep the party going at least until the chicken was done cooking and at least until he proved to them he was the boss. The fact that he made Keisha give it up to them simultaneously was not enough.

  Having finished all the weed he had and also the bag they brought, Rico suggested they run a few blocks over to cop a bag to blow so they’d be extra hungry.

  “Come on, dawg, that shit right around the way.” Rico finally convinced Swazy to get up from the spot he was posted in since coming back from the bathroom.

  “Yeah, all right, dude. I guess a nigga can smoke a little bit more, ’cause that chicken is smelling good as a fuck! And I am in the mood to smash some shit,” Swazy remarked, glancing over at his still sleeping cousin. “Yo, let me wake this giant motherfucker up! His ass been on that Greyhound all day bringing that work up here, and after that shit Keisha laid on him, I know he about done.”

  Standing by the kitchen door, Rico saw that Keisha, still wrapped in the towel, was only half done frying the chicken and had yet to even drop the fries into the skillet. “Swazy, man, let that big-ass Bama nigga sleep. We’ll be back before he even know we was gone.”

  * * *

  Barefoot, constantly re-wrapping the pink bath towel around her sore body, Keisha was beyond tired. It was undoubtedly one of the longest nights in her young life. She continued to cook as Rico demanded.

  I’m sick of this bullshit life. I just wanna go home. I don’t know why I’m letting myself be caught up in this lifestyle. Dealing with Rico is way more of a liability to me than an asset!

  Tearing the plastic bag of frozen fries open, she dropped the entire contents into hot grease. Stepping back so she wouldn’t get popped, she was suddenly met by A.J. Now standing backward in his arms, Keisha felt something strange come over her. It was the same feeling she had when she sucked her boss and his wife off for the hell of it. It was also the same feeling that took over her body and mind when she let the Comcast man tie her up with black cable cord and bang her with a remote. None of those times or numerous more was Rico making her get her freak on; she was just turned out on getting off by any means necessary.

  “Damn, girl, you in here throwing down like you was raised in the South. Let me find out you a country girl at heart. I might take you home in my suitcase,” he joked, massaging her shoulders.

  A.J.’s Southern swag was overwhelming, and Keisha felt at total ease. Her adrenalin rose, and her heart started to race. She didn’t speak or say a word. Slowly, she seductively turned around, stood on her tiptoes, and slid her tongue in A.J.’s mouth, moving it around like a snake toying with its prey. Keisha soon felt his oversized hands grope both of her ass cheeks through the towel.

  “Damn, shawty, it’s like that?”A.J. felt her up.

  “I guess so.” Keisha devilishly smiled.

  With the intense heat radiating from the deep fryer and the skillet, the two of them acted as if they were some star-crossed lovers in some sort of low-budget black made-for-DVD flick instead of two strangers that’d just met and had some freaked-out sexual experience minutes earlier. Exchanging spit, it was not long before A.J., strong as two bears, lifted Keisha up in his arms, sitting her d
own on the kitchen cabinet. Being thick as Keisha always was, Rico, although strong, was not strong enough or maybe just not that into her, to risk throwing his back out to pick her up. Rico was all about pleasing himself, not a female. That was, unless he was running game.

  Pushing a loaf of bread, a bag of rice, and a few cans of green beans out the way, A.J. caressed Keisha’s plump titties and sucked her inner thighs before diving full-faced in between her legs. Licking her already swollen and sensitive clit like it was a Popsicle, then eating her out like it was a huge plate of homemade grits and gravy that he was accustomed to, A.J. never once let up till he felt the hot cream flow from her hole and coat his lips. Mesmerizing Keisha even more by once again kissing her inner thighs, he smiled, feeling her tremble in ecstasy and her body collapse on the counter.

  “Look, li’l mama.” Conniving in thought, he grinned, coming up for air. “A bad-ass female like you need to leave that piece of shit buster you with and upgrade. Join up with my crew and me. We making that bread down South! Niggas I know would really put some money in your pocket—a few racks a week. Ask Swazy what’s good with me. He’ll tell you how we get down in the Dirty.”

  Keisha realized A.J. thought she was no more than a mere prostitute and was trying to recruit her to whatever he had going on down South. A normal female would be insulted, but now a freak to her heart, she found it flattering and a testament to her head game skills.

  Moments later, they were interrupted by the sounds of Rico and Swazy coming back into the house. This accompanied the need for Keisha to take the chicken out of the fryer. Jumping down off the countertop, Keisha quickly tightened her towel. Using the spatula, she started to remove the chicken, placing each piece on a strainer to drain any excess grease. A.J., not knowing the true extent of her fear of Rico, stayed in the kitchen, admiring Keisha’s voluptuous shape. He had no idea whatsoever, especially since Rico had just allowed him and his cousin Swazy to hit it, that Rico was heated.

  “Oh, you up, huh?” Rico asked A.J. while giving Keisha, who was looking suspect, the evil eye. “What, you helping my girl cook now or what?”

  “Yeah, man, I’m up. Shit, I don’t even remember dozing off. I guess a nigga was more tired than I thought.” A.J. was making it more than clear he wanted more of what Keisha had in between her legs and that out-of-the-ordinary head game she was working with. “Ya girl wore me out.”

  Rico barely cracked a smile, adjusting his gun in his waistband and tying his dreads up in a bun. Keisha did all she could to take his mind off tripping.

  “The food is ready. You want me to fix your plate and bring it to you?”

  “Naw, bitch, I ain’t fucking hungry no more.” Rico spazzed, caught deep in his emotions, on the verge of snapping. “You can leave the shit on the stove, or better yet, throw it the fuck away. Give that shit to Kilo.”

  Swazy knew his best friend and could tell he was about to nut up. Without bothering to split or twist up the bag they’d just went half on, Swazy told his cousin they were about to just be out. “Yeah, Rico, me and cuz about to head back around the way to the weed spot. It looked like them fools ’bout to get a serious-ass dice game going on.”

  “Oh yeah,” A.J. interjected, pulling a knot out his pocket, staring at Keisha, who was grinning on the sly. “Maybe I need to get down on that shit. After all, tonight damn straight seem like it’s my lucky motherfucking night! What you think, Keisha?” He bragged, now seeming full of energy.

  Rico immediately peeped game and walked over, smacking Keisha to the ground on point and principal. As she lay on the floor, holding the side of her face, A.J. started to come to her aid but promptly stopped due to his cousin.

  “Naw, dude, don’t get involved in they dumb shit! A slut like her ain’t worth the trouble. If she ain’t like that type of shit, she’d break out!” he sensibly suggested, grabbing him back by his arm.

  “Yeah, well . . . ” A.J.’s country captain-save-a-ho upbringing made him despise to see a woman abused, unless, of course, it was by his huge ten inches.

  With appreciation in her eyes for A.J. even caring, despite Swazy’s cruel words, Keisha wished they would just stay to prolong whatever Rico had in store for her. Swazy, however, wasted no time heading for the front door, shoving A.J. outside onto the porch.

  “Naw, cuzzo, leave that shit alone and get in the car. I done told you her crazy ass off into that fool Rico. You think it’s just by chance me and you got to freak the bitch tonight? Hell naw! That nigga be having that bird do all type of wild, off-the-meter madness and flat out, she be with it.”

  A few seconds later, Swazy was pulling away from the curb with A.J riding shotgun, still worried about Keisha’s well-being.

  * * *

  “Just what in the fuck was y’all doing while I was gone?” Rico stood towering over Keisha, ready to hit her again.

  “Nothing, Rico, I swear.” Keisha was lying through her teeth but would say just about anything not to get smacked once more. “I was in the kitchen cooking the chicken. He had just come in the doorway when you and Swazy came back. I promise. I swear.”

  Drawing his sneaker back with malice, he kicked her dead in the left side of her ribs. “Why I don’t believe your good slick-talking ass, huh?”

  “Urggg . . . ” She tucked her body into a ball to protect herself from Rico’s assault. The towel she was wrapped in came loose.

  “What in the fuck?” Rico leaned down, snatching the towel all the way off, leaving Keisha buck-asshole-naked in the middle of the living room floor. “Open your legs,” he demanded, using his foot to open them for her. “What in the fuck is all that?”

  Whimpering in excruciating pain, Keisha couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. What is he talking about? Dang! repeated over and over in her confused thoughts. What now? What did I do wrong?

  “You and that Bama was fucking while we was gone!” Rico exploded, dragging Keisha, naked, across the floor by one leg, causing carpet burns on her ass to match the ones already on her knees. “You think I’m stupid or what?”

  “No, Rico! No!” she painstakingly screamed out. This time, she was telling the truth. She hadn’t actually had sex with A.J. Yeah, she’d gave him some head in the living room while Swazy hit her off in the ass, but as far as A.J. getting the pussy, it didn’t go down.

  What is he talking about? Damn, what now?

  “Don’t no me, bitch! You lying! Look at that bullshit! You think a nigga blind or what?” Rico spit on her, which was a bad habit he’d now made regular. “You gave that big, goofball nigga my pussy without my permission in my motherfucking house!”

  Confused, knowing Rico wasn’t looking through the kitchen window to see what went down, Keisha replayed what truly jumped off between her and A.J.

  Hell naw! Throughout the commotion, she wasted no time remembering she and him didn’t bang. Yeah, his tall, country ass returned the favor of some head, but as big as his dick was, she’d remember having the pleasure of having all that meat stuffed inside of her.

  “I didn’t have sex with him, Rico, I swear. I promise I didn’t.” She crawled into the corner of the room, using the entertainment center as refuge from his attack.

  Having had enough of her playing games, Rico disappeared into the kitchen, coming back out with the now unplugged, still very much hot deep fryer.

  “Okay, Keisha. I’m done fucking around with you. Now, I’ma ask you one last time.”

  She had mentally suffered over the past few months and had been terrified of the physical abuse he’d often put her through, but nothing could compare to what he was about to do. “Please, Rico, don’t! Don’t!” Finding the courage to get to her feet, she tried to run toward the front door.

  With hot chicken grease splattering out onto the floor from the fryer, he recklessly chased behind her. “You must think this shit a joke.” He blocked the doorway as she defensively used her hands and arms to cover both bare breasts and her face. “And seriously don’t try to keep running or I�
��m gonna throw all this shit right on your goddamn back.”

  Frozen out of fear of Rico keeping his word, Keisha stood motionless, not daring to move and not saying a word.

  “I see all them hickeys between your legs! Now, how that shit get there . . . space fucking magic?” Rico set the fryer on the dining room table. “You wanna explain?”

  Hickeys? Keisha puzzled. Oh my God! It then dawned on her that A.J. must’ve left some marks on her legs while he was sucking on her thighs. “Rico, wait, wait, let me explain!”

  “You fucked that monkey while me and Swazy was gone, didn’t you? You gave him the pussy.” Rico yoked her up by her throat, infuriated and feeling insecure about the size of A.J.’s dick in comparison to his, causing her toes to barely touch the carpet. “Tell the truth, bitch, and don’t lie. I’m warning you.” He reached both hads up to her neck.

  Trying to break Rico’s strong grip, Keisha decided to confess what she and A.J. had done “Listen, listen, please!” She clawed at his fingers, gasping for air, struggling to speak. “I didn’t have sex with him. The only thing I did is let him eat my pussy. I promise. That’s all.”

  Rico finally had the answer he was looking for and let her go. “I knew that shit. That lame, nothing-ass nigga.” He balled up his fist, punching Keisha dead in the stomach. With her bent over gasping, he walked on the other side of the room with a strange expression on his face.

  Keisha, naked and bewildered, reached her hand up on the wall to steady herself. “Please, Rico, don’t! I love you!”

  “Bitch, please. You don’t love nobody but your damn self! Running around here, giving niggas the pussy in my crib as if it ain’t shit. Damn. And you really think that shit gonna be all good, huh?” Opening the bag he and Swazy had just copped, he rolled a blunt.