Zane's Z-Rated: Chocolate Flava 3

by Zane

  “Maybe we should go to your place,” William said, obviously either feeling guilty, or nervous. It had to be nerves. Guilt would have told him to put my clothes back on. He wanted to take the sexcapade to a different location. “Judy might come up-stairs.”

  “She’s knocked,” I replied and pulled him toward me by the hips. “Like you need to be knocking out the bottom of this pussy.”

  The dirty talk did it. William turned into a beast; a barbarian. He reached down, grabbed both of my ankles, slid my ass back on the table and pushed my ankles toward both sides of my head. Then he rammed the barnacle dick all up in my snatch.

  It was a shock to my system; a revelation; a freaking gift from heaven above.

  William grunted and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Oh, my damn!”

  I started squirming my ass around on the table. This was too much but I dared him to stop. This was the dick that I needed to reminisce about in my rocking chair; the one.

  William started grinding into me slowly … at first. It was like he was probing my pussy with a miniature flashlight. But that Maglite quickly turned into a floodlight. It was like his dick expanded once it hit my g-spot, and hit it, it did. The tip of his dick hit my “ledge” and I had to stifle a scream. I lost all control of my nervous system for about ten seconds.

  “Are you okay, Marilyn?” William inquired, concerned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Fuck … that …” I whispered. “Hurt me. Demolish this pussy like a wrecking crane.”

  William truly went for broke then. He started pounding me like a jackhammer to the point that I literally almost shit on myself. Those mashed potatoes from dinner started gurgling in my stomach and I had to prairie dog them from coming out. That might sound nasty but, let’s not front, one sign of hellified, over-the-top sex is having to control your bowels like a woman has to do when she’s pushing out a seven-pound baby.

  William kept it up for a good thirty minutes, the pussy probe. After a while, I almost blacked out but managed to stay coherent somehow.

  Finally, I asked, “William, do you ever come?”

  He grinned and kept tearing it up.

  A few minutes later, he took his dick out, and I was able to exhale the breath that I had been holding in. My eyes were watery and my heart had palpitations. It’s over, thank goodness!

  Um, not!

  William started pulling me off the table by my thighs.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I exclaimed. “I can’t take any more.”

  “You said you wanted this dick. I’m not done,” he said, the fucking barbarian.

  I was like a rag doll as he turned me around, pressed my breasts and stomach down on the table and then lifted my legs up on both sides of his thighs and started fucking me with my ass and legs suspended in midair.

  “Oh, hell naw!” I screamed. The dick action was too … fucking … much.

  “Shh, you’ll wake her up,” William cautioned. “Let’s … get … it … in.” He thrust into me with each word.

  “I can’t feel my legs,” I murmured. “I can’t feel my legs, William.”

  That motherfucker with the barnacle dick could not have cared less. He rammed into me so hard that his balls were damn near inside my pussy with his elephantine dick.

  “You asked for the dick. You’re getting the dick,” he said, about ten minutes in. “I’m not stopping until I bust this nut.”

  Breathless, I eked out, “How long does it take to bust one damn nut?”

  “When you sucked the first one out of me, you set your own ass up. It takes me forever to get my second one.”

  I grabbed on to the sides of the table for more traction. “Oh, fuck!” Then I knew I was crazy. I started yelling for Judy to come help me. “Judy! Judy, come get this beast off me!”

  William laughed. “Naw, don’t start trying to be all cool with Judy again. She isn’t going to save you. You should have kept your ass downstairs. But no, you came up here to get your back blown out.” He grunted and thrust harder. “You came up here for me to knock the bottom out this pussy, remember?” He really went for broke then. “I was up here, minding my business, doing the dishes, and you came up here to get some of this, you back stabber.”

  Did he just call me a back stabber? What the fuck is he?

  I was heated. Pissed off with a creaming pussy. I was angry but, at the same time, William was giving me the fuck of a lifetime.

  • • •

  “Umph, I can’t believe I fell asleep.” Judy sat up and stretched. “How long have I been out?”

  “I’m not sure. I passed out, too,” I lied. “But the movie’s over.”

  I was back downstairs, pussy sore, every muscle in my body aching, after William had finally busted that damn nut. We must have fucked for two freaking hours.

  “Sorry I fell asleep on you. I guess you think I’m such a bad friend. Every time we have movie night, I doze off.”

  I smirked, the guilt setting in.

  “How was The Stoning of Soraya M.?”

  “Excellent,” I lied again. “You have to make sure you check it out.”

  Judy stood and walked over to the DVD player and TV to cut them off.

  I was hoping she couldn’t smell the sex on me. I had cum smothered from my breasts and stomach to my thighs and ass cheeks. Plus, no doubt I had some serious dick breath. You cannot swallow something that monstrous whole and not have an aftertaste.

  “I better go check on William,” Judy said, and I panicked.

  “Oh, he came down a little while ago, saw that you were asleep, and said he was going to grab a shower and hit the sack.”

  “He’s not asleep. He never goes to sleep without getting some pussy. He’s like an animal in bed.”

  Don’t I know it! I thought. And I never even made it out the kitchen. I can’t imagine the shit he does in the bedroom.

  No doubt about it, I had met my match sexually. I thought I was impressing somebody with the strawberries and semen in the sugar bowl. Not! He tore my insides up, damn near gutted me. As much as I thought I was jealous of Judy, now I realized that was a bunch of bullshit. There was no way I could deal with that barnacle dick every night.

  Judy and I talked for another twenty minutes or so. I was in too much pain to get back up off the chair right away. I finally managed to get up and we went upstairs.

  “Marilyn, you sure you don’t want to spend the night? It’s awfully late and the streets are pitch-black.”

  “No, I’m good. I’d rather sleep in my own bed. You know, the whole ‘no place like home’ thing.”

  She walked me to the front door. “Thanks for coming over. You’re such a good friend.”

  I turned to her and was about to hug her and give her a kiss on the cheek but thought better of it. Didn’t want the fuck scent to hit her nostrils.

  “I love you, Judy. Good night.”

  I was wrong for that. Dead wrong for it, but I did love her. She was my best friend.

  As I sat in my car, waiting for the air in my seats to kick up to cool my sore ass off, I glanced up at their bedroom window and saw the silhouette of Judy getting undressed and climbing into bed with William.

  “Good luck,” I said to myself as “Straight Fuckin’” by Tyrese blared through my Bose system. “I don’t even want to think about the third nut.”

  I pulled out of the driveway and cruised slowly down the street, having learned my lesson but good. Sometimes it’s better to let your friends handle their own dick action.

  Then again, there was that time with my other best friend Gina’s man: the Bullmastiff. But that is another confession for another time.

  I really need to do better.

  Mea culpa! My bad!

  About the Contributors

  Shane Allison has had stories published in Las Vegas Noir and Best Black Gay Erotica. His collection of poetry, Slut Machine, is out from Rebel Satori Press and his book-length poem/memoir is out from Future Tense Books. He is at wo
rk on his first novel. He can be reached at sdallison01@hotmail.com.

  Abdul-Qaadir Taariq Bakari-Muhammad is a writer and recent college graduate with a B.A. in history from Norfolk State University (behold the green and gold). His areas of preference include erotica, science fiction, historical events, and poetry. He has been married for seventeen years and has three beautiful children. If it weren’t for the love of his mother and father, none of this would have been possible.

  Tenille Brown’s erotic fiction has been widely published since 2003, online and in dozens of print anthologies including Best Women’s Erotica 2004, Chocolate Flava, Do Not Disturb, Making the Hook-Up, Iridescence, Best Bondage Erotica 2011 and 2012, and Curvy Girls. She is a proud Southerner, wife, and mother of twins who blogs at http://thesteppingstone.blogspot.com and tweets @TheRealTenille.

  Richard Burns grew up in Chicago and later became a police officer on the South Side. He later became a federal agent and was transferred to Detroit, where he now lives. He holds a Bachelor’s degree from Regents College in New York. He retired from the army with more than thirty years in Special Forces and the 82nd Airborne Division. With his vast experience, he’s become a master storyteller and writer, having written a fast-paced, action-packed spy thriller based on his last tour in Afghanistan in 2009, to be released in March 2012, called Say Good Night: My 2009 Adventures in Afghanistan. All of his stories and books are available on RichardBurnsBooks.com.

  Rachel Kramer Bussel (rachelkramerbussel.com) is a writer, editor, blogger, and event organizer. She is the editor of over forty anthologies, including Suite Encounters, Spanked, Curvy Girls, Going Down, Women in Lust, Orgasmic, Fast Girls, Tasting Him, Tasting Her, The Mile High Club, and Best Bondage Erotica 2012, and writes widely about sex, dating, books, and pop culture, including a sex column for SexIsMagazine. She blogs at http://lustylady.blogspot.com and http://cupcakestakethecake.blogspot.com.

  Cairo is the author of Man Swappers, The Kat Trap, The Man Handler, Daddy Long Stroke, Deep Throat Diva, and Kitty-Kitty, Bang-Bang. He currently divides his time between northern New Jersey and California, where he is working on his next literary masterpiece. His travels to Egypt are what inspired his pen name. If you’d like to know more about the man behind the pen, you can visit him at www.Facebook.com/cairoblacktheauthor, www.planetzane.org., or on his website at www.booksbycairo.com.

  Lotus Falcon is a native of Washington, D.C., who holds a Bachelor’s degree in education and a Master’s degree in public administration. She is an educator in a public school system that also leads women’s empowerment/sexuality workshops and sells adult toys and products in her spare time. She is currently writing several projects for children and has published several stories in various anthologies. Lotus Falcon is married with seven children and two grandchildren.

  Scott G.’s philosophy for writing stories is simple. “I let the idea introduce itself to me from what I learn, see, and experience. From there, the story writes itself. I am just the vessel through which the words make it to the paper.” He wasn’t always fascinated by reading or writing until “I picked up a fictional book in my twenties, and I realized that ideas begat ideas, and then I was hooked.” He hopes that there will be readers out there who will one day “begat” an idea from something he has written. He resides in Matthews, North Carolina, with his wife and two boys.

  Tigress Healy is an African-American erotica writer who writes for lesbian and bisexual women who are married to men. Her work appears in Zane’s Succulent: Chocolate Flava II; Purple Panties; Missionary No More: Purple Panties 2; in Rachel Kramer Bussel’s Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex; in Sacchi Green’s Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex for Lesbians; and in several online publications. She can be reached at TigressHealy@TigressHealy.com.

  Allison Hobbs is the writer whom Zane calls “the only woman on the planet freakier than me.” She is the national bestselling author of Brick, Scandalicious, Put a Ring on It, Stealing Candy, Pure Paradise, Double Dippin’, Lipstick Hustla, Dangerously in Love, Insatiable, One Taste, Pandora’s Box, The Enchantress, The Sorceress, The Climax, Big Juicy Lips, A Bona Fide Gold Digger, and Disciplined. Ms. Hobbs lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

  Candy Jackson hails from Prince George’s County, Maryland. Although reading is her first love, writing has been her life’s passion, and she thanks God for the blessings of opportunity. You can read more from Candy including her debut novella, Pink and Patent Leather, on https://twitter.com/achapteramonth/.

  Jewells is a storyteller who simply loves telling tales about what happens in relationships when people aren’t honest with themselves, and how to put the pieces back together once the truth is revealed. Columbia, South Carolina, is where she currently resides with her eleven-year-old cat, Kayla, who thinks she’s part horse. Jewells would love to hear from you at juliasblues@gmail.com or visit her at JuliaBlues.com.

  Lynn Lake’s writing credits include Hustler Fantasies, Leg Sex, 18eighteen, Desire, On Our Backs, Desdmona.com, Feminine Zone, Readerotica, and stories in the anthologies Truckers, After Midnight, Sex & Seduction, Sex & Submission, Five-Minute Fantasies, Spank Me, Satisfy Me, Ultimate Sins, Ultimate Uniforms, Seriously Sexy, Girl Fun, Sex at Work, Best of Both, Wanton Women, Dark Desires, Partner Swap, Explicit Encounters, Purple Panties 2, Indecent Proposals, Hot Under the Collar, The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica, and The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions.

  Patt Mihailoff, a former New Yorker, makes her home in New Jersey and is employed by a county law enforcement agency. Writing is her passion and she will do it until she can’t do it anymore. She is ever thankful for the opportunities afforded her by this and other publishers.

  N’Tyse is a Dallas, Texas, native and bestselling author of My Secrets Your Lies, Stud Princess, and Twisted Seduction. She currently juggles her writing career with her roles as wife, new mom, college student, and full-time personal banker. You may find her on Facebook, Twitter, Myspace, Linkedin, and www.ntyse.com.

  Perkdaddy, an up-and-coming author born and raised in Harlem, New York, taught fourth grade in the Baltimore City public school system, worked telephone sales, and was a collection agent before pursuing his passion of writing. “Sneakin’ and Peekin’” is part of a larger collection he’s written called Satisfied: Bedtime Stories for the Grown and Sexy. Perk describes himself as a down-to-earth brother who is strong enough to lead, yet humble enough to ask for directions. He is divorced and currently resides in the city of Baltimore.

  Rae resides in Richmond, Virginia, with her son. She works as a freelance writer. Visit her at Facebook.com/DomainRae. She is the author of the Zane Presents novel Abnormal Lives.

  Shakir Rashaan currently lives in Fairburn, Georgia, a suburb of Atlanta, with his wife and two children. Rashaan’s body of work includes two book series—Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld, which includes The Awakening: Book One and Legacy: Book Two; and the Deviant Intent series, which includes Obsession and the upcoming Deception in 2012—and a novel under his alter-ego, Curtis Alexander Hamilton, titled All I Want … Is You. Other credits include the anthologies Making the Hookup: Edgy Sex with Soul and Erotic Snapshots Vol. 5 and Vol. 6.

  Eroticist Giselle Renarde is a proud Canadian, supporter of the arts, and activist for women’s and LGBT rights. For information on Giselle and her work, visit her website, www.wix.com/gisellerenarde/erotica, or her blog, donutsdesires.blogspot.com. Ms. Renarde lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

  Thomas Slater is a native of Detroit, Michigan. In 1997 he picked up a pen and scribbled for three months, producing his debut title, Run with the Pack, an urban crime thriller. Fed up with the lack of attention street literature was receiving at the time, Thomas switched genre in 2004. His debut novel under Strebor is Show Stoppah. He is the author of No More Time-Outs and Take One for the Team. Thomas Slater hopes to create a footprint by stepping off into the cement of literary greatness. Visit the author at www.slaterboyfiction.com, Twitter@thomasEslater
, and Facebook.com/thomaseslater.

  Tiffany L. Smith is a longtime resident of Virginia Beach, Virginia. She began pursuing her dream of writing at the age of ten, having penned several short stories and a collection of poetry. She has an associate’s degree in business and works as an executive assistant for municipal government. She volunteers her time to a number of nonprofit and civic organizations including A Thousand Shoes for a Thousand Smiles, the Conference of Minority Public Administrators (COMPA), and the National Forum for Black Public Administrators (NFBPA). However, her true passion is literary arts. She is a former Board Member of the Southeastern Virginia Arts Association (SEVAA), former chair of AFRAM Festival’s renowned Literary Café, founder of the SEVAA Literary Guild, and probably best known for her antics as co-host of one of the hottest literary hours on the Internet, “3 Chicks on Lit.” She touts herself as a literary “enthusiast.” Her greatest pride is passing on her passion for reading to her two beautiful daughters.

  She currently is working on two novels, which she plans to complete in Fall 2012.

  Tabitha Strong has enough ideas knocking around her curly head to satisfy every whim of her personality. She began putting them on paper when the compulsion to express herself proved too strong to ignore. A writer of erotica and erotic romance, she pursues complex storylines where strong characters battle their flaws and embrace their vulnerabilities in order to find satisfaction, whatever it may be. A spoiled-rotten dog and her very own alpha male get to have her the rest of the time.

  Pat Tucker is the author of eight novels and a contributor to three anthologies. She is a radio news director in Houston, Texas, and co-host of the Cover to Cover show with Essence bestselling author ReShonda Tate Billingsley. She is the author of three Zane Presents titles: Daddy by Default, Football Widows, and Party Girl.