by Lexus Love
When the skin rolled back she clamped her pink lips around that big bloated head, sucking gently on it like a tootsie pop, rocking gently back and forth.
She pulled back to tongue the dripping slit, looked down and just beneath her nose she saw three dark moles on the glands of the bulbous head.
She completely pulled back with a soft gasp to take in the beautiful piece of man meat in her hand, shining in the room’s light.
Lust took over Debbie's already blank mind as she repeated the puckered lips' performance but didn't stop at the head.
Nigel watched as she swallowed him inch by jaw stretching inch, till he slid completely down her throat.
When her throat tightened hard continually around his hard flesh he screamed “Fuck!” like he was in agony.
This was new, something he had never experienced before.
Slowly but surely the little minx started to throat fuck him, leaving him gasping and squirming in her wake as his hand fisted in her hair trying to control the length of his strokes.
The entire time she did these things while staring back at him, tears streaming down her lovely face, and judging from the swiftly changing expressions on his usually expressionless face, there was a prize to behold.
Nigel hips were rising and falling his toes curling back as his dick sank into the moist hole of Debbie’s throat, making him near insane with pleasure.
Soon enough he felt his low hanging balls tighten and pull up towards his body. No, he would not come like that, not yet. Debbie was surprised when Nigel eased the long spit covered dong from her mouth and pulled her into the 69 positions.
She’d felt him widen in her throat, telling her that her reward of his hot nut juice was near and was a good bit disappointed when he'd pulled out of her mouth, his dick was slimy with spit and large bubbles.
Yet when he grabbed her by her legs and turned her around so he could pull her sweet-smelling coochie to his face and sucked on her clit while she deep throated him from above stretched out over him, her lust rose another notch.
She ground her pussy lips onto his face as he drove her mad with his tongue skills.
“Eat me! Suck me! Fuuuuck me!” she screamed as she came all over his face
Nigel was lapping on her clit when Debbie took him deep into her throat once again.
The combination of receiving such an intensive level of pleasure while giving in return was a little too much for Nigel’s young nerves and mind.
As he closed his lips around her little love jewel, Nigel grabbed her by the hair in a fist and pounded the living daylights out of her face.
Debbie held still, trying not to suffocate on the large piece of man meat that was fiercely sliding in and out of her throat.
Nigel slid his slimy meat out to the tip- her mouth sucking down hard on it- and slammed back deep into the tight tunnel that squeezed his pole as he imitated his action on Debbie’s hard jewel.
Suddenly he tensed beneath her and slammed his throbbing dick into her throat while he emptied his hot load of cum into Debbie's stomach.
He pulled back to the tip, and cum flooded Debbie’s mouth. She swallowed as quickly as she could to get every drop into her stomach, lapping the sweet milky cream from the sensitive tip since Nigel was still thrusting gently into her mouth, his meat as hard as steel.
She was recovering from her orgasm when she was flipped onto her back and a sudden sharp pain shattered her afterglow.
Debbie screamed painfully as the large dick she had so lovingly worshiped plunged to the base deep inside her core.
This time Nigel plunged into her folds up to her cervix.
Nigel was thrilled.
He held himself still as he gathered her closer to him, kissing her trembling lips and murmured sweet words of empathy and gratitude to her.
His first virgin. Her first and only lover, if he ever got his way.
As her crying subsided, Debbie's body subconsciously tortured the still figure above her. "Are you all right?" He asked gently.
"Yes. But I didn't want this." the tremor in her voice made her sound like the vulnerable little girl she once was.
Major hurt tried to smother Nigel to death as he gulped to moisten his dried throat.
"I'm sorry. Why do I keep hurting you this way? I never should have-"
She quickly realized how damaging her carelessly barbed words stung his pride and stammered out, "No, not this!" she gestured between the two of them,
"Just this. Not before marriage. I didn't want this." She raised her hips for emphasis.
Nigel cried out harshly as her actions made him sink deeper into her pulsing, tight core.
She squeaked with the increased pressure then relaxed a bit when he eased almost out.
"Sorry! I'm so sorry." the hurt little girl inside her was ever more present.
"Shush. It’s ok." Nigel calmed her after he caught his breath.
“Did I hurt you? I didn't mean it!" she bit her lips in fear.
"It’s ok. Shush," he repeated, then,” why didn't you tell me? Is that why you wait so long?"
"I’m sorry. I just didn't want the pain for nothing, that’s why I was waiting for my wedding night." she whimpered as he slid slowly in, squeezing his eyes shut as if he was in a lot of pain himself.
When he settled down he opened his eyes to drink in the abundance of beauty lying beneath him.
He was honored, truly honored at the gift she given to him.
Well, he had taken, yet that was beside the point. His need to please her grew in heaps and bounds.
Debbie felt helpless. She’d never thought that Nigel would have taken advantage of the opportunity while she basked in her climax; however, she couldn't fault him for taking the chance that he did.
From what they'd just experienced together she should have expected him to want more than just head to satisfy him.
She had taken for granted that he would stop after their oral feast like Eric did each time he pressured her for sex or at least they would spend the night in anal pleasure.
Eric! Oh God, what had she done? How was she to explain this to him? Sigh.
Now that the deed was done, she didn't know what to do. She may be good with her oral skills but she didn’t know how to please him pussy wise.
She just didn't know.
So she put the question to him, threw the ball into his court and let him handle this shit.
The pain was gone now and long forgotten as Nigel lay gently thrusting into her tight sheath. He grew pensive as Debbie searched his face for the answer to her question, her vulnerability evident in her every word.
"What do you want me to do?" she whispered against his lips. It seemed like fate when the sweet voice of Meddy sang in response “Do you believe in love…", Nigel, resting on his elbow, made a fist in her unbound hair, his golden eyes capturing her light hazel ones as he looked her dead in the eye and whispered back with a mighty thrust, "Dance with me".
28
The bright Nevada morning sun rays filled the darkroom outlining the sleeping body of a satisfied man and the large silver ring on his left hand.
He was stretched out on his stomach, one arm under the flat pillow, his head turned to one side, and his big body otherwise relaxed in peaceful slumber was so handsome that it caused a guilty pang to run through the woman who was standing over him fully dressed.
His broad back rose and fell in an even rhythm, the woman breathed in deep to still the sudden burst of lust that bloomed deep in her core.
That was why she was running out on him. She would not be able to face what they did the night before nor deny him another bout in bed if he was awake and willing.
DJ Rex’s “Slowly” Gouyad Remix had continued to play in a loop in the background as they explored each other’s bodies fully.
The slow, sultry notes of the longer version of their song had her pushing up against the bed’s headboard for resistance as Nigel slammed her with his meaty sword.
She had r
idden every thrust like a champion, squirting all over him in her maddening haste to keep up with her multiple orgasms.
He had slipped out of her sweet sheath, pulling her up against him as she sunk down on his pleasure stick.
The waves of erotic notes flowed over their sweaty bodies as he ground his hips causing bursts of soul-sucking pleasure to pop in her cervix.
The pleasure was mind-numbing and continued into the late hours of the morning.
Guilt and anger warred within her for the unbelievable acts she and the sleeping man had shared and the number of people they had betrayed.
It was enough that she could be his older sister by nine full years and she didn't need a reminder of their affair nine months from now.
She was going home not just to hide from him but to deal with and recover from the consequence of her actions as well.
She grabbed her bags and walked silently to the door. she gave the sleeping lion on the bed a long final look, on a deep sigh quietly closed the door, she asked herself once again “Dear God, what have I done?"
29
Standing in her new bathroom suite, downstairs in the second master-suite of her son's house, Lucy stared stupidly at the pink stick in horror as silent tears raced down her doubtful face.
After weeks of much-needed therapy and joint counseling, Lucy and her son were finally reunited. So much so, that she was currently living at his house. Away from Harold and everything he reminded her of.
Oh Lord, how had this happened again?
Her mind raced back to three months ago, to the night she'd come home from work to her then-new, dark apartment.
She'd climbed the staircase up to her temporary home above the dry-cleaning store that she’d won in divorce court for compensation from her ex-husband.
The apartment was small but cozy enough for her. She had turned on the kitchen light and started shedding her clothes right there in the kitchen.
By the time she left the kitchen, walked into her bedroom to get to the bathroom and stepped into the shower stall, Lucy was completely naked.
Standing beneath the gushing spray of water, Lucy never noticed the man, all in black, standing on her fire escape, admiring the youthful look and firmness of her five foot four frame while she walked around naked.
Using a washcloth covered with some Dove body wash, Lucy had washed away the day's dirt and grime off her body yet she was unsuccessful in washing some unwanted memories out of her mind.
He'd come into the shop today, his big body filling up space and her mind. He’d greeted her like he usually did and she responded in kind.
She refused to acknowledge him and he demanded her attention. The other patrons of the store would never know just how disturbing and heartbreaking their relationship was.
She pretended that he no longer existed and he treated her like she killed his mother.
How foolish and stubborn they both were.
Sighing deeply, Lucy had finished her shower, went into her room, never turning the light on and made ready for bed.
Exhausted from work and keeping up false appearances, Lucy crawled into bed naked as the day she was born.
She’d only been asleep a mere hour when the first wave of pleasure rose and crashed along the shores of her subconscious.
She was panting as another wave was quickly rising when her eyes flew open in panic.
Lucy screamed out her pleasure as fingers of the large hand that had been fondling her perky breast quickly slipped into her folds and glided against her g-spot.
Lucy pushed against the head of the hungry nigga who was lapping at her folds, clit and honey hole with a fierce lust, pulling the hand from her breast so she could bite it and fight the bolts of pleasure that were crashing into her every nanosecond all at the same time.
By the time she climaxed for the third time, Lucy had fought her way into a body draining explosion against the man’s large tongue and a healthy dose of anger.
Okay, so the battle was on. He’d given her a reprieve as he got off the bed for a few minutes while he searched his discarded pants pockets.
Pants he must have shed minutes ago. Though he was as big in body mass as their son, she would fight him to her last breath.
Lying there Lucy was trying to quickly recover from her climax to prepare for the oncoming battle, her assailant attacked her unsuspectingly.
Before she could blink, Lucy was thrown onto her stomach and pulled to her knees.
She screamed as the thickest and longest piece of man meat she’d ever tasted was slammed into her to the balls, the spongy head pressed up against the opening of her cervix
She sobbed with lust when he withdrew to forcefully thrust back in.
Soon her sobs turned into wanton cries as her body urged him on to love her more fiercely.
That night, Lucy had carpet and tile burns on her elbows and knees, her back rubbed raw from the drywall, her skin littered in love bites.
She knew she had also left her marks on him; bite marks all along his neck and shoulders, scratches along her back and apple bottom cheeks.
That had been a twice in a lifetime experience she would never wish on any foolish woman because once you get one hit, you're addicted for life.
After hours of wild and kinky sex, she never once thought to ask about condoms.
As she slowly came out of her memories, hysteria began to rise quickly.
Why was she being punished like this?
Pregnant at forty years old? What would she do with a baby that old? And what about the father? He was in his mid-fifties.
Would he want a baby at his age?
Lucy remembered then and there a few choice words her mama always spoke in French Creole from her St. Lucian homeland. "Sa qui fete a bah Lalin-ah cye sortie a bah Soliel-ah adjourn".
Whatever was done in darkness would one day come out in the light.
If only her deceased mother knew the circumstances she had to face because of such secrets, she would be rolling in her grave.
Pregnant at forty?
Oh, Good Lord!!
30
Hours later……
The lapels of the black faux leather jacket flapped softly in the wind, a tight gray Calvin Klein polo t-shirt, tucked neatly into black snug jeans.
He stood across the street, near a vacant park bench, taking in the large crowd of weekly weekend freeloaders, potential and current customers milling around in the large car lot of the auto store.
Music blared out from large black speakers mounted in cages in front of the store, as girls in tiny bikini tops and even tinier short shorts pranced around between soapy suds-covered vehicles of all sizes, gyrating to the hopping tunes.
Niggas sucked on joints as big as their fingers, the sweet smell of weed smoke mingled all around.
The succulent scents of roasted meats, grilled burgers, veggies, wieners, chicken and pork waffled from the huge custom-built grill at one end of the lot as people danced, gossiped or did both while waiting their turn to fill their disposable plates with Cole-slaw, sweet potato or pumpkin pie, collared green, harsh browns, gooey baked mac and cheese pie and anything else good out on the buffet table.
Children ran around in circles chasing each other through the growing crowd, ignoring the occasional shrieks from their mothers, aunties or whoever the hell threatened to "hang their stank asses upside down by their toes or beat them like a drum if they didn't get their shit together."
That bitch was in there with that rat bastard.
Probably fucking each other’s brains out.
They thought he didn’t know about their little indiscretion.
But he knew. He’d always known.
Fucking slut. Passing off another man’s by-blows as his kid.
What hurt the most, was that his father had known and done nothing about it. Even left half his money to the bastard’s reject.
Well, he’d show them. He would kill them all and get back what was rightfully his, starting with
the reject.
When the silver pickup pulled into the parking lot to find its usual vacant spot not too far from the gated entrance, the man pulled the note he had written earlier from his coat pocket and wrapped it around a brick he'd brought with him for this precise moment, securing the note with duct tape.
31
The loud noise of the many machines in the huge busy garage, blaring music thumping from the large speakers mounted in cages in front of the store and the hidden ones in the store where he stood now for twenty minutes between his arguing mother and uncle all faded away as he stared dumbfounded out the large window of the storefront.
He’d walked in and found them almost nose to nose, -which was amusing since his mother was a beautiful petite woman, her shape similar to the love of his life and his uncle Keith was as tall and nearly as big as he was - eyes locked, anger and...
Something else written all over each face.
They'd jumped apart guiltily like two teens caught in the act when he'd cleared his throat to gain their attention, but had resumed their argument when Uncle Keith mentioned the fact that Nigel's mother, Lucy – his sister-in-law for more than twenty years- was as stubborn as a goat chewing on an old boot and needed to find a safe place to hide from Harold, her ex-husband, and his brother.
Lucy had flared up like a torch, surprising Nigel with her burst of anger at the mere mention of her ex-husband.
The piss pot had taken his precious time to sign the fuckin' papers so the woman would be free of him.
The asshole had gone into hiding again from the day Lucy’s divorce from him was final and had Keith escort her out of the apartment building while Nigel stood near her, metal bat in hand in case of an emergency one and a half months ago.
However, right now, at this very crucial moment, Nigel could not believe his eyes, as he drank in the beautiful sight that stood not too far from him.
I must be dreaming, he thought as he blinked twice, but the vision was still there.
Not ten feet in the open doorway of the drive-in garage for a tune-up, arms crossed at the waist, one hip pushed out as she relaxed into a comfortable pose in her tall black wedge heel sandals, settling weight on one leg, standing next to a midnight blue 2017 mini coupe that belonged to the short Blasian-American woman standing next to her was Debbie,