Big Juicy Lips

by Allison Hobbs

  Monroe broke out laughing. “Y’all crazy. Talking about Troy’s crusty ass, like it’s something special.”

  “My ass ain’t crusty.”

  “So, what’s the deal? Shed some light. Why your jawn gotta be ashy in order for you to get with these tricks?”

  “Man, shut the fuck up,” Dane snarled. “At least Troy’s making money. You riding shotgun, waiting to go shopping, trying to sponge off his tips.”

  “Fuck you, man. In fact, take my ass back to West. I can be making moves on the block instead of riding around with you while Troy’s putting in work with these freaks.”

  “I ain’t no freak,” Troy muttered from the back.

  “Man, I ain’t talking about you.” Monroe sucked his teeth. “Yo, Dane. Take me back to West, man. I ain’t feelin’ all this disrespect and shit.”

  Dane ignored Monroe. He pointed the SUV toward Center City, where Troy’s last client lived.

  “I can’t keep busting nuts without no food or nothing. I gotta have something in my stomach, yo.”

  “You a pain in the ass, Troy.” Dane pulled into the drive-thru lane of a nearby Burger King. He ordered and paid for burgers and fries, tossed the bags to Troy and Monroe and then floored it to the last job of the night.

  After splitting tips, Troy and Dane were left with six hundred dollars apiece.

  “Fifty-fifty ain’t gon’ get it, man. Starting tomorrow, I’m gon have to raise my cut to sixty percent. Ya feel me, dawg?” Dane slowed up and then stopped in front of Troy’s house on Farragut Street.

  Troy heaved a sigh as he dragged his tired body out of the X5.

  Zipping to the closest ATM, Dane inserted the new ATM card, which was issued in Monroe’s name. He withdrew the daily limit. Grinning, he dropped a pile of bills in Monroe’s lap. “Truce, man. There’s plenty more where that came from; I’ll get some more loot in the morning, when the bank opens,” he explained.

  Monroe nodded and pocketed the money without bothering to count it.

  “You still mad about Felice?”

  Monroe frowned. “Hell no. Wasn’t no love between us. I hit it…” He shrugged. “That’s it. Why you trippin’ over that ho?”

  “It ain’t about her,” Dane said, sneering. “It’s the pussy. That jawn is crazy and I can’t hang. That shit got me feeling like less than a man,” he admitted. “My shit starts squirting as soon as it touches those fat pussy lips.” He shook his head, his expression a mixture of confusion and agitation. “So, you handled your business and rode it out, huh?”

  “Man, I was messin’ witchu. When she gripped those lips around my dick, I was like…fuck it…I pulled out and skeeted all over that fat pussy. As long as I got mine, what the fuck did I care about that ho? On the real, though, I think your girl, Misty, finished her off.”

  “Fuck outta here!” Dane was genuinely surprised.

  Monroe shrugged. “Man, fuck both of them bitches. I was twisted that night; I can’t half remember what went down. Why do you care?”

  “Ego, I guess. I ain’t never encountered a pussy that I couldn’t whip,” Dane said, laughing. His laughter stopped as he gazed in thought.

  “What’s up? Whatchu thinking about getting into?”

  “Felice’s expecting me to drop by tonight. We gon’ roll up in that piece and surprise the bitch. I been fucking around on some bullshit, trying to handle that wild pussy by myself.” He reached under the driver’s seat and pulled out a plastic bag stuffed with neon green buds. “I’ma offer her some of this killa, get her in the mood for some freak shit.”

  “Damn, man. You was holding out?” Monroe shot a glance at the green buds.

  “You think I was gon’ share my high-quality weed with Troy’s dumb ass?”

  “I can dig it.”

  Dane passed the bag of weed to Monroe. “The Dutch is in the glovebox. Roll it up.” He clicked buttons, turning off Kanye West and switching to Ne-Yo. “Felice thinks she’s all that, but Misty…” He shook his head. “Man, that lil’ mufucka’s a trip. Bitch got blown-up pictures of herself plastered on every wall in the crib. For real, yo. That bitch is crazy. She even got pictures of her stank ass and little-ass titties posted up in the bathroom.”

  Listening quietly, smiling and shaking his head, Monroe split and emptied out the contents of a Dutch. He let the tobacco fly out the passenger window, then worked on rolling up a fat stogie with precision and fine craftsmanship. “So, what’s the deal? You wanna double-team her?”

  “Whatever it takes.”

  “How’s that gon’ play with Shawty? She gon’ be aiight with that?”

  “Is she gon’ have a choice?” Dane asked, his expression deadly. “Pullin’ Trains.com—that’s gon’ be the name of my new website,” he bragged. “I’ma put you, Edison, and Troy on that shit. I might join in, too, every now and then.”

  “Pullin’ Trains.com?”

  “Yeah, nigga. Bitches be having all kinds of smut fantasies. And I know how to fulfill their needs. I’m gon’ have y’all wearing masks, or have bandanas tied around your faces. Trick-bitches gon’ pay a chunk for a rape fantasy. To get a train pulled—whew!” Dane shook his head. “Man, that’s gon’ cost them bitches a grip.”

  “Yo, that’s gangsta.” Monroe gave Dane his props. Dane took a hand off the steering wheel, offered it. Monroe slapped Dane’s open palm in admiration and approval of his get-money skills.

  A powerful urge to urinate sent Misty to the bathroom. Her bladder felt painfully full. Sitting on the toilet, she smiled, closed her eyes and released. Ah! The moment the wet sheets connected with her skin, she sprang awake. “Oh, shit,” she muttered and attempted to jump up, put distance between herself and the piss-stained sheets. Woozy, she fell back and lay in the soaking urine. “Brick!” she whimpered. “Brick, the bed is wet,” she called out in a louder voice; garbled speech. “Come and change these wet fuckin’ sheets,” she muttered in agitation. In a stupor, her mind too fuzzy to remember that she’d fired Brick in favor of Dane. In her current groggy state, she forgot Dane existed. All she remembered was Brick, her lifelong and faithful servant. She lifted her head, impatiently waiting to hear his heavy footsteps, rushing to rectify the awful situation.

  “Damn, Brick. What’s taking you so long?” She twisted away from the drenched area, scooting over to a drier spot on the bed. “Brick! Hurry up,” she murmured before falling back into a deep, drugged sleep, having no memory that she’d evicted Brick; that he was at her mother’s house and was at that very moment, contentedly banging Thomasina, giving her all the love he had stored up in his heart—filling her deeply with his enormous pleasure-giver.

  Misty had no clue that Brick’s sheet-changing, cum-licking, eating-pussy-on-demand, selling-dick days were officially over.

  CHAPTER 44

  Dane’s knees weakened; his dick pulsed the instant Felice opened the door. “Damn!” Dane blurted out, but the utterance was not a compliment. The black stretch lace, strappy, thong-back teddy with a snap crotch she wore displayed her curves and big boobs in a way that gave her an unfair advantage before the party even got started. The black and silver whore heels she was rocking didn’t help his dick dilemma either.

  “Where’s my present?” She stuck an indignant hand on her sexy hip.

  “In the ride,” Dane quipped.

  “Go get it.” She gave him a coy smile.

  “You sure?” He sounded amused.

  “Yeah, I’m sure. You promised.”

  “Aiight, peep this…Misty ain’t trying to hook you up with no more gigs.”

  “What?” Her head whipped toward him, her eyes narrowed in skepticism.

  “Have you heard from her lately?”

  “No, I keep getting her voicemail. But I know she’s gon’ hook me up in a minute. Shit, I lost my job over that bitch.”

  “For real?”

  “Yeah, they caught me on camera with her and some young buck while I was on the clock.”

  “Damn shame. So, how’d you
get along with the young buck?”

  “He was cute.” Felice shrugged indifferently.

  “Is that right?” Dane’s voice took on a low tone.

  “He had a big-ass dick, too,” she threw in. Then, remembering her financial condition, a scowl creased her face.

  “Did he bang out that coochie longer than I can?”

  “What?” Her thoughts were on making ends meet.

  “Did the young buck make you cum?”

  “Nah, baby. He ain’t have nothing on you,” she cooed. “But, look…being that I’m in a financial bind…”

  “You ain’t gotta sweat nothing; I gotchu.” He dug inside his pocket and extracted three bills that he’d gotten from Troy earlier that night. “Here you go. Got more for you tomorrow, if you act right.”

  “I’m always sweet to you.”

  “I need you to be extra sweet tonight. Is that cool?”

  Felice nodded and smiled enthusiastically, knowing she’d have Dane exploding in less than ten minutes.

  “You’re in demand with the customers. Did you know that?”

  She shook her head.

  “Misty didn’t like that. She made me lose money behind being jealous of you,” he lied easily. “So, being that I always put business before pleasure, I had to fire Misty’s lil’ ass for making bad decisions.” He softly stroked Felice’s chin. “If you play your part right, you might end up with Misty’s position. Yeah, I had my baby girl living a lavish lifestyle…”

  Aw, yeah. This shit is on! Felice was ready to suck, fuck and even give up some butt—whatever. Top bitch status and all its trapings was swiftly moving in her direction. She lifted her fluttery fake lashes, her hot gaze connected with his. Lust shone in his eyes…along with something else.

  “That young buck, Monroe was bragging…”

  “I didn’t know you and Monroe were friends.”

  “Closer. He’s my little cousin. Well, we’re not related by blood, but we call ourselves cousins. Anyway, the young buck been bragging that he banged out your pussy, said he made you cum two…three times—”

  “That’s a lie…”

  “Whatever. I need you to prove a point for me.”

  “Okay.” Felice got an instant image of a new, laid-out apartment and new wheels. It was time to raise up out of the ghetto.

  “I want you to do me and my boy…together. But you gotta make sure you cum for me; even if you have to fake it. You feel me, shawty? I can’t have that youngin’ thinking he can fuck my woman better than I can.”

  “You want me to fuck both of y’all?”

  “It’s up to you.” He held his palms up nonchalantly. “He’s outside waiting to hear from me. Should I invite him up?” Dane pulled out his cell phone.

  Felice fidgeted, folded her arms across her big breasts and then forced calm into her voice. “Yeah, you can invite him.” She felt suddenly exposed in her barely-there teddy. She wasn’t emotionally prepared to have two pairs of male eyes appraise her, two sets of hands touching her, or two dicks alternately prodding and plunging inside her. On second thought, Mmm. Her sex walls tightened in anticipation. She drew in a breath of air to compose herself, but couldn’t stop the tingling sensation or the shivering goose bumps that accompanied the idea of getting dick from two pretty mufuckas. Felice was proud to take Misty’s spot—top bitch in charge.

  A Dutch was passed around, shots of straight Hennessy guzzled down. Felice couldn’t recall how the sexual aspect of the party had gotten started, but somehow they’d all ended up naked and in her bed. She lay on her back, Monroe beside her, lying on his side, his head resting on the pillow next to her. He squeezed one of her breasts, hungry lips pulled on her protruding nipple.

  At the foot of the bed, Dane spread her legs wide. “Your puffy pussy looks good, baby. Big juicy lips—red and wet,” he groaned, trailing a finger up her slit, separating her swelling inner lips.

  Curious, Monroe twisted around, maneuvering downward, positioning his long body in a way that tangled the three bodies, but enabled him to view the blossoming vulva. Aroused by her rose-colored petals, Monroe groaned and raised his hips, offering Felice his lengthened shaft to nurture with her warm mouth. Felice obliged. Grasping his length, she dragged her tongue across the smooth head of his dick, arousing him to harsh shuddering and heavy breathing. Slowly, she licked her way down to his balls. She recalled how Misty had worked on Monroe’s nuts at Hades. Misty’s thumb, along with Monroe’s dick, was inserted inside Felice’s hot pussy. Misty’s other four fingers curled around his nuts, bringing both Felice and Monroe to a powerful, screaming orgasm.

  Stroking his dick, Felice licked Monroe’s scrotum, figuring she might as well knock him off quickly so she could really throw herself into the thrilling tongue job Dane was giving. Sucking up pussy juice, while racking his tongue across her clit, was wonderfully torturous. Clit licks made her bud harden, had it sticking out like a mini-dick. She let go of Monroe’s dick, reached down groping for Dane’s head, yearning to guide his lips to her clit, but Monroe’s body was a barrier between her hand and Dane’s head.

  Frantic, she tore her mouth away from Monroe’s taut scrotum. “Suck it,” she cried out in desperation. Her fists clenched around Monroe’s dick, her hips writhed pleadingly. Dane ignored her clit, but continued licking her velvety slit. His fervent tongue sloshed quickly, probing deeply. Giving in to a more acute and carnal urge, he reached upward, stilling her moving hand by covering it with his own, and brushing her hand away from the throbbing appendage. Dane ceased eating pussy and put a tight grip around Monroe’s dick. “You like fish better than dick?” Dane barked, hand swiftly stroking Monroe’s long, hard rod.

  Monroe flinched. “Hell, no, man. You know what I like.”

  What the fuck! Felice gasped in shock. She looked downward. Proving his words truthful, Monroe buried his face in Dane’s crotch, drew Dane’s thickness into in his mouth, sucking dick just like a bitch. Meanwhile, Dane gave Monroe a hand job with a palm that was lubricated with juice from Felice’s wet pussy.

  Suddenly, Felice was given a shove so hard, she landed on the floor. Hurt and confused, her coochie unattended, she crouched by the side of the bed. With her chin resting on the top of her hands, she watched in horny horror while the two men curled in the sixty-nine position, gave each other head. Her vagina, callously abandoned, throbbed with need.

  CHAPTER 45

  Where the hell is he? Groggy and sore after lying in bed, sleeping off and on for the past four days, Misty stumbled around the bedroom. The stench of urine filled the room. Judging by the hardened, dull, yellowish stain on the sheets, she’d fucked around and peed the damn bed. Now, what kind of shit was that? And where the fuck was Brick? His ass should have been looking out for her. What happened? Had she gotten drunk? How could Brick be so trifling? The linen needed to be stripped and the pissy mattress needed to be scrubbed. Why would he let her lie around in pee-stained sheets? And why did her head hurt so badly?

  Bumping into walls and furniture, she staggered around the apartment, searching for Brick. She stumbled into the bathroom, splashed cold water on her face, trying to clear her head, trying to make sense of things.

  She had to find Brick. Now, where did Brick and Shane hang out? Wait a minute, something didn’t feel right. Shane is dead! She dropped her head; sorry she’d recalled the death of the love of her life. But, hold up! She’d found a new Shane, hadn’t she? Yeah! Shit was starting to come back. Her new man’s name was Dane. She remembered him teasing and pleasing her coochie with his finger…Misty shook her head. Shit wasn’t adding up. Where was Brick while she and Dane were freaking? Oh! She suddenly, remembered. I took him over my mom’s. Flooded with relief, Misty reached for the phone and called her mother.

  The call went to voicemail. “Mom!” Her voice sounded scratchy, she cleared her throat. “Tell Brick to call me as soon as you get this message. It’s real important.”

  She hung up and attempted to piece together a plan. She woul
d hook up with Brick. She was too drowsy to drive. Brick could drive her to Monroe’s crib so she could find out what was up with Dane. Hmm. She scratched her head. Dane had taken the keys to her ride before. She peeked through the blinds in the kitchen, looked down to where her whip should have been parked. It was gone.

  The sneaky bastard was driving around in her whip. What the fuck was wrong with him? She wondered how long she’d been asleep. She squinted at the phone, watched the date scroll across, and was shocked to discover that four days had gone by.

  He must have drugged me! That realization infuriated Misty. She picked up the phone and stabbed a button with her finger. She got his voicemail. “Bring my fucking truck back before I call the police!” she snarled into the handset. Fuming, she walked in circles, paced, sat down, jumped back up.

  Where the hell were her mother and Brick? Her mother probably had the TV volume up so loud, she couldn’t hear the phone. She called her mother’s house again. She picked up.

  “I shouldn’t have picked up. I should do you the way you do me and only talk to you when I’m good and damn ready. Do you know how many messages I’ve left on your phone?” Thomasina said, agitated.

  “What’s wrong? Why are you screaming in my ear? Dang!”

  “Oh, cut the innocent crap, you little criminal. You stole my identity and now I’m in all kinds of hellish trouble. I’ll tell you one thing, Misty, if you call my house again, I’m going to turn your ass in. Career criminals shouldn’t be mingling with the public. If you weren’t my flesh and blood, I’d have you arrested and locked up for the rest of your natural life,” Thomasina fumed, her voice trembling with rage.

  “Mommy, stop screaming at me. My head hurts. I think Dane drugged me.” Her mind raced as she tried to figure out a way to placate her mother. “I didn’t steal anything from you. What’s going on?”

  “What’s going on?” Thomasina shouted, ignoring Misty’s pleas for a lower tone of voice. “I received a statement from some internet bank. I can’t believe my own child stole my identity.”