Marriage Mayhem

by Samuel L. Hair

  Chapter 2

  Because Denise and Maurice worked nine-to-fives, Karen and her kids were home alone from seven a.m. to three p.m. every day. Even though Jermaine called her umpteen million times a day on his cell phone, Karen still found time to talk to Tyrone.

  Karen had lately fantasized about Tyrone’s penis so much that she desperately needed a piece of him right away. She could not fight the feeling any longer. She picked up the telephone and dialed his mother’s number, hoping that he answered instead of his mother, Bertha, who happened to be her girlfriend.

  Karen was more optimistic about someday being married and becoming a faithful housewife now that she was with Jermaine, but fighting off the urges of having a huge penis inside her, she found unbearable. Tyrone was a high school dropout who smoked weed all day and drank Olde English 800, and was known for doing drive-by and walk-up shootings, which was how he earned the nickname KillaT.

  He was also known for having a big, fat, long dick and knowing how to use it very well.

  Karen was introduced to Tyrone one day while drinking with Bertha; Tyrone had been released from prison two days earlier. On this particular day Bertha and Karen were drinking gin and listening to oldies when they ran out of liquor. Even though Bertha was already drunk, she wanted more.

  “Girl, we’re all out of gin. Guess I gotta make a store run right quick,” Bertha said, then stood and almost fell.

  “I know that’s right, girlfriend. You know us black women gotta have our gin. They say that gin makes you sin, and I’ll tell you, girl, I feel like doing some sinning today to take my mind off all the bullshit that’s going on in my life, you know.”

  “I know that’s right,” replied Bertha, and then added, “And don’t worry about Tyrone, he wouldn’t hurt a fly. Hell, from what his cousins tell me, he’s still a virgin. Besides, ain’t no babies coming in this house anyway, you know what I mean, girl? Hell, I still gotta lot of living to do and I ain’t got time to be taking care of no damn grandbabies. If anything, I’m gonna get me a man up in here cause I need me some dick. And not just any ol’ dick, a big, long dick.”

  “I heard that, girl. We don’t get older we just get better, you know what I’m sayin’?”

  “Hell yeah, I know what you sayin’, ’cause I know I’m good in pleasing a man.” Then she grabbed her purse and stumbled out the door.

  It was a good thing she didn’t have a car and the store was in walking distance. Bertha’s daily thing was getting drunk until she passed out. Then she would sleep until the next day, and then start all over again.

  After Bertha had left, Karen stood and began dancing alone while sipping the last of her gin. The entire while she had been there, Tyrone had never taken his eyes off her. He had undressed her in his mind several times, sensing that she was a freak. Her body language told him that she was hot and her bedroom eyes told him that she wanted him.

  Tyrone was dark-brown complexioned, stood about six foot two, and always wore his hair in braids. His pants always hung off his ass, representing the thug that he was. In his case, a broke thug. His friends had told him several times that older women knew how to lay it on a younger man mainly because of their experience and age.

  “I’m telling you, Tyrone, nigga, if you get an older women with a good job, even if the bitch is on welfare, nigga, all you gotta do is fuck the hell out of her and lick her pussy every day and the bitch will love the hell out of you and do just about anything in the world for you. Man, you won’t have to work or do nothing, nigga. The only thing you’ll have to do is have a stiff dick waiting for her when she comes home and the world could be yours, nigga. And if the bitch don’t have a job, then fuck her and lick her about three or four times a day, and the bitch will hand you her whole county check every goddamn month,” one of the O.G.’s from the neighborhood had told him.

  Now was his golden opportunity to check this out for himself.

  Grooving to the music and looking at Tyrone, Karen thought, Umph, a virgin, huh? I’ll bet my life that if I whip this good pussy on him he’ll probably stick to me like Krazy Glue. Hell, my pussy is so good it tickles me when I walk so I know it’s the bomb.

  While Karen was smiling at her thoughts, Tyrone walked over to the stereo and put on a tune by R. Kelly entitled, “Feeling on your Booty.” Then he approached her.

  “May I have this dance, Ms. Lady?”

  She was overwhelmed by his boldness and aggression. She had suddenly forgotten about both of their ages.

  “You can’t handle this, youngster, so why would you wanna tease yourself?” she replied flirtatiously, feeling twenty years younger.

  Knowing he was being challenged because of his age, Tyrone boldly grabbed her hand and shoved it down his pants letting it rest on his weapon.

  “Now what do you think?” he asked, smiling.

  “Damn, is that all you or is this one of those blow-up dicks?” She was stunned but yet excited.

  “This is the real deal, baby. No blow-up, no additives; all beef, baby.” He then proudly whipped it out and stood there, letting it hang.

  Karen stared at it a moment, then touched it, and then began rubbing it. It felt so good in her hand; so real, so meaty, so fat, and so long. It was unbelievably real to her. Being the freak that she was she wished that she could take it everywhere with her, everywhere. Her rubs had caused it to quickly harden and now it was as solid as penitentiary steel and stiff as a soldier. I don’t give a damn about his age, Karen thought. I need a piece of this right now, and I mean rightfucking-now before Bertha gets back. It’s not everyday you run across a dick like this.

  Reading her mind, Tyrone hurriedly undressed her then quickly stripped out of his clothes.

  “Damn,” Karen said, ready to feel him deep inside her. “Do you know how to use this thing, or do I have to teach you?”

  “No time for talking or lessons, shorty. My mama will be back in a few minutes, so let’s just do the damn thing right quick, you know what I’m sayin’? If you think I need lessons, then I’ll voluntarily be your full-time student, but for right now let’s get busy. Girl, I just got out and I’m ready to kill some pussy, you know what I’m sayin’?”

  He then quickly picked her up by her butt cheeks and walked her over to the nearest wall and inserted himself inside her while standing. Normally she liked her pussy wet and hot before intercourse but there was no time for foreplay. Tyrone rammed it in as far as he could then began fucking her hard and rough like a jackhammer tearing up cement. After two minutes of rough pounding he came and then pulled it out.

  “It doesn’t make sense for a man to have a dick this damn big and can only fuck for a minute.”

  “I got mines, shorty. Didn’t you get yours?”

  “Hell no! You know damn well I didn’t get mines!” She was furious.

  Then suddenly they heard the squeaky gate opening so they hurriedly got dressed.

  “You owe me, Tyrone. You owe me big-time!”

  “I got you, shorty, don’t trip. As soon as my mama get drunk and fall to sleep, I got you.”

  Seconds later Bertha walked in.

  “Let’s get this party started, girl.”

  Bertha could hardly wait to take a drink and in less than an hour she had passed out on the couch. That gave Karen and Tyrone the green light to do their thing. Without hesitation he signaled her to his bedroom where they wasted no time getting undressed. This time Karen was the aggressor.

  “Take me, Tyrone, and fuck me good. I’m gonna teach you how to fully satisfy a woman sexually, not just get yours and call it. Just follow my lead and you can’t go wrong. You’ve got a gold mine between your legs and don’t even know it.”

  From that day on Karen slept with Tyrone just about every night of the week. Opportunely for her, because of her instability and living the street life, her kids were living with her sister, Jewell. That gave her the go-ahead to do as she pleased.

  Hearing his voice through the telephone had instantly aroused Karen
and had caused her to visualize his penis fully erect.

  “Do you miss me?” she asked, rubbing her clitoris.

  “Hell, yeah I miss you, shorty! Where in the fuck have you been?” He was angry at the fact of her leaving him without notice. Like many others, he was hooked on her sex and hadn’t seen her in ages.

  One morning while Bertha and Tyrone were asleep Karen had awakened and had come to the conclusion that she wanted her kids back and wanted to live a clean, sober, and normal life. With that in mind she had quickly gotten dressed then split, leaving neither Bertha nor Tyrone a note. I gotta do what I gotta do, she thought, walking out the door.

  That same day she checked into a live-in rehabilitation program, but unluckily during that time there were no openings, so like many other women she was placed on a waiting list. Fortunately, she met a woman at a bus stop who directed her to a place that immediately accepted her and she was able to pull herself together.

  “I miss you too, boo, and I think about you all the time. I did what I had to do to get back my kids, and now I feel a hell of a lot better. We’ll catch up on what each other has been doing in due time, but my question to you for now is how soon can you get to Lancaster?”

  “Lancaster? Where in the hell is that, shorty?”

  “About an hour from you if you’re driving and it’s about a three hour ride on a bus, which I don’t have that type of time for,” explained Karen.

  “Shorty, you know goddamn well I ain’t got no car, no job, and no goddamn money to catch a fuckin’ bus—”

  “Leave right now and go to the check cashing-place on Broadway. That’s the closest place to you that I know of that has a Western Union. There will be a hundred dollars there waiting for you but don’t forget to carry your ID. Then I want you to catch the bus downtown and transfer to the metro link train that comes to Lancaster,” she instructed, still rubbing her clit. This was very risky but she was willing to take that chance.

  “Shorty, you know I ain’t ever been out the hood, girl. What gangs they got out there? Crips or Bloods?”

  “What difference does that make, Tyrone?”

  “Shit, it makes a whole lotta difference to a nigga like me. I’ve already been shot seven times and I ain’t got nine lives like a goddamn cat, you know what I’m sayin? A nigga like me just can’t go wherever he wanna go, ’cause I got enemies that I don’t even know.”

  “Listen Tyrone, you’ve gotta leave the hood sometimes without worrying about your enemies seeing you. All of this damn talking is getting me out of the mood, so if you want to see me as bad as you say you do, then show me.” After a few moments of silence she finally broke it.

  “Write down this number and call me as soon as you get to Lancaster.”

  “Okay, shorty, that’s all good. I’m on my way, but my mama wanna talk to you.” Not wanting to hear Bertha’s mouth about her sexing her baby, Karen quickly hung up the phone. Although Bertha had allowed Karen to spend the night in Tyrone’s room over and over again, when she was most sober, she expressed her disapproval.

  She had borrowed two hundred dollars from Bertha and had promised to pay it back when she received her welfare check but didn’t. She had no intentions of listening to Bertha’s drunken bullshit until she was able to pay her.

  She had recently spoken with Denise, who assured her that both she and Maurice were still working overtime and would not be home until later. She could not afford to get busted and mess up a good thing. She had to do this right.

  Three and a half hours later Tyrone arrived at the residence. Karen wasted no time grabbing him by his pants and leading him to the bedroom. The kids were asleep on the sofa. Once inside the room she closed the door and unzipped his pants. She desperately wanted him, right then. They began kissing wildly while rubbing each other and then suddenly Tyrone wanted to talk, but at the moment, discussions were not a part of Karen’s itinerary.

  “We’ll talk later, baby. Right now I need some of this,” she said, easing him on the bed while caressing his erection. She climbed on top of him and eased the head inside. Then she eased a few more inches inside her until it hit the bottom of her pussy. There were still about five inches left that she couldn’t handle, but by the time this was over she planned to have taken it all or have a pleasurable time trying.

  She had taught him just the way she liked it. His movements fell right into her rhythm.

  “Ooh, yes, ooh, mmmee,” moaned Karen, enjoying the ride. She then sped up her rhythm. The phone rang several times but she ignored it.

  “I miss you, shorty, and I—I—I—I—” She covered his mouth with her finger.

  “Sheeeee. Now is not the time for words. Ram that dick inside me, then fuck me doggystyle.”

  “I love you, shorty, and I—I—I—I—” He wanted to express his emotions. He had never said that to anyone, not even to his own mother. The phone rang again but she ignored it.

  “I sent for you so we can fuck, Tyrone. Shit, we can talk over the goddamn telephone, man! I’ve already got a man to love me and the only thing I need you for is to fuck me real good with this big-ass dick of yours,” she explained, still riding, but he was screwing up her concentration with this bullshit.

  “You haven’t called me in months, shorty. Don’t you understand goddammit! I fuckin’ love you, girl?” His words did not mean anything to her at the time. She’d waited much too long for this and was not about to stop. Besides, she had just invested a hundred dollars and risked being caught by Denise, Maurice, or her kids. Finally, she caught one orgasm, then another, and then another, then another. But she wasn’t finished yet.

  “Now fuck me froggy style and quit all that goddamn talking!”

  “But we need to talk, shorty, and I’m serious, baby.” He was only trying to let her know that he was ready to settle down with her and raise a family. He had made up his mind to leave all the bullshit and his homeyshomeys alone and live a normal life.

  Suddenly Alexus started crying.

  “Fuck me, Tyrone, come on, man.” The phone rang another ten times, then stopped.

  “I wanna talk, shorty, and I wanna talk right goddamn now,” insisted Tyrone.

  Angrily, Karen jumped from the bed and got dressed, ignoring Alexus’s cries.

  “I keep telling you, Tyrone, we don’t have anything in common but fucking, so get that love shit out of your mind! You know what, just leave and take your ass back to the hood where you belong!” Then she walked out of the room and picked up Alexus. Stevie had awakened, hearing his mother’s voice.

  As Tyrone stepped into the living room shirtless Stevie stared at him curiously.

  “Who is this, Mama?” asked Stevie, inquisitively.

  “This is someone who better get the hell out of here before I call the police,” Karen yelled, still holding Alexus.

  “Fuck the police! Now you wanna put the police in our business, huh? Ain’t this about a bitch! You’re the one who sent me money to come out here, so what the fuck are you talking about, shorty?” He then put on his shirt.

  “Get out!” yelled Karen. She then sat Alexus down and stormed to the kitchen. Seconds later she returned holding a butcher knife in striking position. Little did Tyrone know, Karen was known for stabbing people. She had stabbed her sister, all three of her brothers, and several people who had stolen dope from her.

  “Oh, so now you’re gonna stab me, huh?”

  She suddenly thought about the eight years she would do if she violated probation, which caused her to calm herself.

  “Listen, baby, let’s go outside and talk this thing over.” She had to resolve this situation quickly and thoughtfully. She then set down the knife.

  Once outside, she apologized for her behavior, then she told Tyrone about Jermaine.

  “Listen, baby, I’m in a relationship with a truck driver who loves me and who cares about me and the kids’ wellbeing. I just can’t afford to fuck things up for myself, you know. I may not ever meet a man like him again, and—” She
held her head down and shed a few tears.

  “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, shorty.” He gave her a hug. “I been doin’ some thinkin’, you know what I’m sayin’, and I feel that you’re the woman that I want to have my kids. I’m ready to settle down, get a job, and leave all the bullshit alone, shorty. You make me feel like somebody, you know what I’m sayin’?” His words were earnestly spoken. Lately he’d been having nightmares about being tortured by his enemies.

  “A serious relationship with you is impossible, Tyrone. I’ll fuck around with you to get my rocks off, but as far as us being in a down-to-earth relationship, it can never happen. Why do you think I called you? Well, since you don’t know, I called you because my boyfriend isn’t capable of satisfying me the way you do. He’s an excellent provider and father figure, but he just doesn’t have what it takes to fulfill my sexual needs. So I’m asking you, Tyrone, to go along with this. I can promise you that we can be together at least two to four times a week, but strictly for sex.”

  Not accepting what he was hearing, Tyrone gave her a mean, hard look then turned and walked away.

  Jermaine had attempted several times to call Karen from his cell phone, but due to Tyrone’s presence she had intentionally ignored the rings. Finally, she decided to answer.

  “Hey, baby,” said Jermaine, excited to hear her voice. “Girl, I thought you had abandoned me or something.”

  “Never that, honey. I took a little nap while the kids were asleep.”

  “You had me worried, baby. For a while I thought that you’d found another man to take my place. Please, sweetheart, at least answer the phone and let me know what you’re doing, okay? Being out on this road sometimes causes a man to think the worst, especially when he can’t get in touch with his woman and particularly when he has someone who’s got it good like you.”

  “You can be assured, honey, that I’ll never cheat on you or leave you. There’s not a man on this earth who can take my mind off you, Jermaine.” One thing Karen prided herself on was convincing and persuading people into believing her lies.