Zane's Z-Rated: Chocolate Flava 3

by Zane

  Darryl smacked Tandy on her ass. “Bend over.”

  Tandy bent over and grabbed her ankles, bracing herself against the wall. Darryl knelt down and planted kisses on Tandy’s hips. He licked her anus, then ran his tongue down to her clit and flicked his tongue against it.

  Tandy bit down on her bottom lip. “Aah … I love the way you eat my pussy.”

  “And I love to eat your pussy.”

  Tandy’s legs quivered, weak from the delightful sensation she felt as Darryl’s tongue danced on her clit. She couldn’t wait any longer; she was ready to cover his vessel with her wetness. “Put that fat-ass dick in my pussy and fuck me,” she demanded.

  Darryl did as she ordered; he stood up and placed his hands on the wall and shoved his erection into her hot spot. Tandy oohed and aahed as Darryl fucked away at her pussy. The thrill of having sex with Darryl while Omar was in the bedroom sleeping intensified Tandy’s pleasure, making her insides so wet her juices ran down her legs.

  “Oh, yes, beat my pussy up,” Tandy wailed.

  “Shh, before you wake up Omar,” Darryl grumbled.

  “Fuck him, this yo’ pussy,” Tandy cried out. “He can’t beat it up like you do.”

  Darryl felt the pressure build up in his sac and knew he was about to explode. His thrust quickened and Tandy’s moans became louder. A few seconds later Darryl filled Tandy’s insides with cum.

  Now, Darryl slapped Tandy on her thigh. “Why you always thinking like that? I ain’t trying to end this. I’m just tired of all the secrecy.”

  “Well, why put it out there if we’re just fucking?”

  Darryl sighed. “Woman, did you hear anything I said? I love you. I want to make you my wife one day. But I need to find a way to break it to my family; especially to Omar.”

  After hearing what Darryl wanted for them in the future, Tandy wrapped her arms around Darryl’s neck and they traded kisses.

  “Don’t worry, babe, everything will be alright,” Tandy said.

  Tandy and Darryl held each other for a few minutes before Darryl made his way to the door.

  “Damn, ma, I swear you getting thick.”

  Tandy sneered at Darryl. “Yeah, you already told me, remember?”

  “I’m just a little concerned, that’s all.”

  “Concerned about what?”

  Darryl shook his head. “Maybe it’s nothing. We’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?”

  Tandy nodded.

  Darryl walked back and kissed Tandy on her forehead before making his way out the door.

  Tandy lay in bed, watching TV. She hoped Omar was on one of his binges, getting high and tricking with women who shared his habit, and wouldn’t come home for a few days. Tandy couldn’t wait to see Darryl again.

  Tandy remembered the first time she saw Darryl. It was on Easter. Tandy sat at the table with Omar’s mother and his sisters, listening to his mother discuss Bible scriptures. Tandy felt like she was in Sunday school. Darryl walked into the dining room still wet from his shower, wearing only a white towel around his waist. He had just gotten back in town from a business trip. Drug trafficking was Darryl’s father’s profession and he’d brought up all his male children to be a part of it. Water dripped from Darryl’s wavy black hair onto his chiseled, pecan-colored body as he nodded at everyone at the table, greeting them. Tandy couldn’t keep her eyes off him. The passion that stirred in Tandy at the sight of Darryl soaked her panties. How dare he come around her looking like that? He reminded her of the painting of Jesus that hung in her bedroom during her childhood—the painting she bowed down in front of as she said her nightly prayer as a little girl; the painting that she lusted over when she was a teenager and her hormones overpowered her; the painting she wanted to reach her hands into and pull Jesus out and on top of her so they could make love until her body gave out and then he could resurrect her by placing soft kisses all over her body.

  Tandy leaned over and whispered in Omar’s ear. “Why does your brother look so different from the rest of y’all?”

  “His father isn’t black like ours, he’s Spanish,” Omar answered.

  Darryl grabbed the suitcase containing his clothes that he had left in the front room and made his way back to the bathroom to get dressed.

  After seeing Darryl on Easter, Tandy started to see him on a regular basis. He came over her house at least four days a week to see Omar. Whenever Darryl walked past Tandy, he would brush against her and she could feel his manhood on her hip. She wished it were inside her.

  When Omar got locked up for a few months, Darryl called to check on Tandy every week. One day, when Darryl called, Tandy was crying. Her yearning for companionship and sexual pleasure had brought her to tears.

  “Hello,” Tandy answered.

  Darryl could hear the sadness in Tandy’s voice. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, it’s just not a good time,” Tandy whimpered, and then hung up the phone.

  Later, there was a knock at Tandy’s door. Tandy looked through the peephole and saw Darryl. She wiped the tears from her eyes and opened the door.

  “Yes?” Tandy said.

  “Is everything okay?”

  Tandy nodded.

  Darryl looked Tandy up and down, wondering if she was wearing anything under her plush red robe. “Can I come in?”

  “Sure.”

  Tandy turned around and made her way to the sofa. Darryl grabbed Tandy by her waist and licked the inside of her ear. Tandy turned around to face him and they kissed. Tandy sucked Darryl’s tongue and Darryl slid off her robe and let it drop to the floor. Darryl picked Tandy up and carried her to her bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and looked over her body, admiring her 38DDD breasts. He sucked her nipple like an infant hungry for his mother’s milk. Tandy gasped as Darryl twisted her other nipple between his thumb and index finger. She raised herself up on her elbows and cupped her breast, deciding to aid Darryl in pleasing her. She licked and sucked her breast as Darryl pinched on her nipples.

  Pre-cum oozed from Darryl’s dick as he ran his tongue from Tandy’s breast to her belly button and tickled her outie with his tongue. Tandy’s toes curled from the erotic sensation. She spread her legs apart, inviting Darryl to her flower bud. Darryl placed kisses on her thighs, then made his way to her clit. He covered it with his saliva, then used the tip of his finger to softly rub her clit in a circular motion. Tandy’s legs began to tremble. She ached for Darryl’s soft, moist tongue to slither against her throbbing clit.

  “Eat it for me,” she whined. “Please eat my pussy.”

  Darryl did as Tandy requested and flicked his tongue back and forth against her clit. When Tandy began to moan, Darryl engulfed her clit with his mouth. His lips closed around her clit like a suction cup. Tears ran down Tandy’s face as she whimpered and called out Darryl’s name. Darryl pushed Tandy’s legs up toward her shoulders and ripped through her walls with his tool. The sweat from his pecan skin and her pineapple skin mixed together and their sweet juices dripped onto the sheets.

  Darryl grunted in Tandy’s ear. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this pussy?”

  The louder Tandy moaned, the harder Darryl banged on her pussy until they both climaxed. They lay in bed, panting, as they drifted off to sleep. Ever since that night, the two couldn’t get enough of each other.

  • • •

  Omar walked back to his bedroom and undressed. He looked over at Tandy, who was lying on her side, asleep. Omar slid under the blanket, lifted Tandy’s leg up, and shoved his dick inside her. Tandy jerked away and then sat up in the bed.

  “Damn, I missed you,” Omar said, before trying to kiss Tandy’s lips. Tandy pushed Omar away. “What’s wrong with you?”

  Tandy sighed. “I don’t feel like it tonight.”

  Omar yanked the blanket off Tandy and threw it on the floor, exposing her nakedness. He got out of bed and stood there, looking down on Tandy. The sight of her naked body and his rage made his dick hard.

  “What you do that
for?”

  “Are you fucking another nigga?”

  Tandy sucked her teeth and grabbed the blanket off the floor and covered herself up.

  “You don’t feel comfortable around me naked anymore?”

  “Come on with that, Omar,” Tandy whined. “I’m trying to get some sleep.”

  Omar banged his fist against the wall. “Man, I swear, don’t let me find out you fucking someone else.”

  Tandy turned her back to Omar and pulled the blanket over her head.

  “Oh, it’s like that,” Omar said, before grabbing his belt and striking Tandy on her thigh.

  Tandy yelped.

  Omar grabbed Tandy’s ankle and dragged her out of bed and into the living room while whipping her with his belt. Tandy’s legs were on fire. She pleaded with Omar to stop but he whipped her mercilessly.

  Omar let go of Tandy’s ankle when they reached the front door. Omar opened the front door and pointed outside. “Since you ain’t giving a nigga no ass, get the fuck out.”

  Tandy didn’t move. She just lay on the floor, sobbing.

  “I know you heard me.” Omar grabbed Tandy’s leg and started to drag her out the door. “Get out.”

  “No, please,” Tandy wailed.

  Omar looked down at Tandy’s legs and became sickened by the purplish bruises that covered them. He realized he had gone too far, something he always did when he was high on crack.

  Omar shut the door, then got down on his knees and leaned over Tandy. “Boo, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” Omar bent down to kiss Tandy. “Give me a kiss.”

  Tandy didn’t oblige him. She covered her face with her hands and continued to cry.

  “Oh, you ain’t gonna give me no kiss?” Omar yelled. “Fuck you, then. I don’t know what I’m sweating ya’ chunky ass for anyway. I got bitches that look like models that would chop off their arms to be with me.” Omar went to the room and got dressed and walked out the door, leaving Tandy there, crying.

  • • •

  Darryl knocked on the front door, waking Tandy up. Tandy pried herself up from the spot on the floor where she had lain all night after crying herself to sleep, and opened the door.

  Darryl walked in the house and looked Tandy over. “Dag, it’s not that I don’t like seeing you naked, but next time put some clothes on before you come to the door. What if I had somebody with me?” Darryl’s focus quickly went to the bruises on Tandy’s legs. “What happened to your legs?”

  “Omar,” Tandy answered. “He came home drunk and high again and he beat me.” Tears welled up in Tandy’s eyes. “He even tried to drag me outside naked.”

  “I’m sorry,” Darryl said, as he hugged Tandy. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

  Tandy got out of the shower, dried off, and put lotion on. She then grabbed her clothes, ready to get dressed.

  “Before you put on your clothes, take this for me,” Darryl said, as he handed Tandy a pregnancy test.

  “But I don’t think I’m pregnant.”

  “I know a pregnant woman when I see one,” Darryl said. “Take the test.”

  Tandy squatted over the toilet and positioned the pregnancy test downward between her legs as she urinated on it. Before Tandy could lay the pregnancy test down on the counter, a blue plus sign appeared. Tandy nervously put on her bra and panties.

  Darryl looked down at the test and smiled. “Come on, let’s go in the bedroom. I want to talk to you for a minute.”

  Darryl and Tandy sat down on the bed and began to talk about Tandy’s pregnancy.

  “So do you know who the father is?”

  “It has to be yours,” Tandy said. “I haven’t had sex with Omar for damn near three months.”

  This made Darryl more upset about Omar beating Tandy. Not only had Omar beaten the woman he loved, he had beaten the woman carrying his child. Darryl got down on his knees and began kissing the bruises on Tandy’s legs.

  • • •

  Omar pulled up in front of his house and saw Darryl’s Escalade parked outside. What the fuck is he doing here? Omar got out of the car, leaving the leather jacket he had bought to buy Tandy’s forgiveness inside the trunk.

  Omar unlocked the door and slid it open. He quietly made his way back to the bedroom, listening to Darryl and Tandy’s conversation.

  “Give me a few weeks to gather up some money and I’ll move you anywhere you want to go,” Darryl said.

  “What about Shay?”

  “Fuck Shay!” Darryl exclaimed. “I love my kids and will always provide for them but that bitch has made my life hell.”

  Omar pulled out his .45 Magnum and cocked it. Darryl jumped to his feet. Omar fired a shot, shooting Tandy in her neck. She fell to the floor. Omar then pointed his gun at Darryl.

  Darryl knelt down beside Tandy and checked her pulse. “Look what you’ve done,” Darryl wailed. “I can’t feel her pulse. I think she’s dead.”

  Omar shook his head in disbelief. He didn’t mean to. He didn’t want to kill her. His eyes bulged, revealing his feelings of terror and remorse. He thought about all the times he’d savagely beaten Tandy. How could he have done that to her? She was his high school sweetheart. Things had gone horribly wrong and he couldn’t fix them. Omar put the gun to his head.

  “Brah, no,” Darryl shrieked.

  Omar pulled the trigger and his limp body fell to the floor.

  Tears ran down Darryl’s face. He pressed his face against Tandy’s face and cried.

  Tandy opened her eyes and then grabbed her stomach and sobbed.

  “Thank God,” Darryl said. “Hold on, Tandy. Please stay with me.”

  Darryl called the ambulance for Tandy. He then called his mother to tell her that Omar had killed himself. His mother and two sisters arrived as quickly as the ambulance and police. They walked into the bedroom as Tandy was being put on a stretcher. Darryl gave his statement to the police and explained why he was there. He conveyed what he had been hesitant to tell his family all along.

  Benita collapsed to the floor after hearing that Omar had turned his gun on himself after finding out Darryl and Tandy were having an affair. Melissa attacked Tandy while she lay on the stretcher, helpless. Darryl’s mother beat Darryl with her Bible as she screamed Leviticus 20:21. “And if a man shall take his brother’s wife, it is an unclean thing; he hath uncovered his brother’s nakedness. They shall be childless.”

  The officer questioning Darryl restrained Reverend Moore and another officer restrained Melissa, then put her under arrest for assaulting Tandy.

  Darryl’s mother disowned him.

  Tandy miscarried on her way to the hospital. The bullet in her neck couldn’t be removed. Tandy thought the bullet protruding from her neck was God’s way of reminding her that she’d committed adultery. A year later, Darryl and Tandy got married and Tandy became pregnant with Darryl’s son. Darryl decided that his son’s name would be Damar, a combination of his name and Omar’s. Tandy thought Darryl wanted their son to bear the name because he felt guilty about betraying Omar, but she agreed to it. She would do anything to ease Darryl’s conscience. Sometimes Tandy found herself feeling guilty about her infidelity but she managed to convince herself that she didn’t do anything wrong; that all’s fair in love and war.

  The Jewelry Dreamer

  Kweli Walker

  It was impossible not to notice the only man in a Metrorail car, especially a fine, tall, well-built, impeccably dressed, clean-shaven, attaché-carrying man who jumped to give his seat to a sixty-something black woman with obviously bad feet. You could smell the estrogen filling the car. Once standing, he became the center of all—and I mean all—attention. Bras got readjusted, skirts got hiked, legs crossed, perfume sprayed, eyelashes batted, smiles went off like the Fourth of July, and hair (real and synthetic) got flipped, shaken, and smoothed. If the Metro car was a universe, he was surely its sun!

  His lavender-blue silk shirt was expertly tailored and fit smoothly across his broad, firm chest. With even his sl
ightest movement, it peeked seductively through his unbuttoned trench coat. His beautiful, honey-colored face smoldered in a quadrant of golden morning light, while his dark-brown eyes darted through the Metro car like two wild birds of prey, shamelessly feasting on the candy-box assortment of tits, asses, hips, and legs. Unexpectedly, they locked on to my smooth, African agate necklace, but only after devouring every square inch of my 38DDs, jiggling and swaying with the motion of the car. His unbroken gaze was unapologetic and lusty.

  Being a stickler for fairness, I ogled his upturned cock, rigid with desire. Finally, he smiled and started finessing his way through the Monday-morning mob toward me. He settled so close, I could feel his body heat and smell the breathtaking scent of his earthy cologne wafting from his stylish coat. It was then I noticed his incredible choker, made of very rare, Neolithic, clear quartz beads. He began his cunt quest with some interesting gemstone lore about my beads. I didn’t expect an ordinary line from such an extraordinary man, and he did not disappoint!

  “Botswana agate can be helpful for those struggling to be genuine. It also protects a wearer from bad dreams.”

  “Genuine? I’m probably one of the most real people you’ll ever meet, Mr.—?”

  “Todd Oliphant.” He extended his hand. “And you are?”

  “Lisha Lane.”

  I held out my hand to shake his, but, instead, he wove his fingers through mine and drew our joined hands to his solid chest. It was an extremely intimate gesture from a stranger, but I found it sexually thrilling.

  “You’re a very attractive man, Todd, but I’m really not into all that mumbo jumbo about stones and dreams. I love beautiful beads, but I just string ’em up and wear ’em. And as far as dreams go, I haven’t had a dream since grade school; let alone a nightmare.”

  “Really?” His smile never wilted. “How do you know this isn’t a dream?”

  I don’t remember blinking or looking down, but I must have. When I looked up, our car was empty. I looked into the adjoining car and it was also empty, except for Todd. There he stood, smiling and signaling me to join him. I couldn’t resist.