by Sa'id Salaam
“Two years ago, a friend of mine asked me to say some MC rhymes, So I said this rhyme I’m about to say…” Killa rapped along with the vintage rap song as he rode towards Deer Park. He was still undecided on an exact manner of the impending murder but the raincoat he’d brought along with him meant that whatever the method, it would be brutal. He had his black bag containing all kinds of deadly devices to choose from with him as well.
Killa arrived at the well-appointed home and came to a stop. He used a disposable cell phone to announce his presence before heading up the walkway. The door opened just as he reached it.
“J.R?” Killa asked in confusion.
“You were expecting a man?” the fifty something white woman said with a husky laugh. She was tall, tan and sported a low cut.
“Pedophilia is a male dominated industry,” Killa replied. Not that it mattered because she was going to die tonight. He followed her in and took the seat offered. “So…what you got?”
“A beautiful six-year-old. Blonde, blue eyes…,” she rattled on in delight. Boys of that age were in high demand, which created a bidding war which Killa won with a twenty thousand dollar bid.
“Is he from the area?” Killa pried, seeking more information. He knew there was a network of these monsters and planned to murder each and every last one of them.
“Daycare! We set up a daycare center using fake names, fake business license, fake everything! Once we get enough children enrolled, we take them, all of them. We rake in millions!”
“Wow,” Killa croaked. This was even bigger than he’d imagined. He had heard enough so he went into his bag. Instead of cash, he came out with a pair of brass knuckles on each hand.
“What is that?” J.R asked as Killa stood. She did not like the answer.
“Argh!” Killa grunted as he socked the woman in her jaw so hard it broke on both sides.
“Mm…mm…mm,” the woman pleaded as she tried to crawl away. Killa followed and flipped her over with a kick to her mid-section. He sat on top of her, pinning her arms at her sides with his legs.
“Fuckin’ monster,” he said with a left and then a right. He called her every bitch in the book while he beat her face in. “Un uh, don’t die yet!”
The woman continued to let out low moans as Killa searched the house. A large collection of dildos and strap-ons in a bedroom brought a smile to his face. He grabbed the biggest three and went back into the living room.
“Mmm…mmm,” J.R moaned as Killa viciously snatched off her clothes. Her tan body was the same complexion as his except for the white triangles at her crotch and tiny titties. She moaned even louder when he rammed a dildo inside of her unused vagina. It was far too thick and long to fit easily inside of her so he gave it a kick. Her shattered mouth opened, letting out a scream that was so high-pitched it couldn’t be heard by human ears. However, all the dogs in the area barked like ‘what the fuck.’
“I bet,” Killa laughed and flipped her onto her flat stomach. Another high-pitched complaint escaped when he shoved the next dildo up her rectum. Another kick sent that one deep into her digestive track. She squirmed in pain as he flipped her back over. “One last one.”
“Argh!” J.R gagged from the dildo in her larynx. Killa put his full weight on it and choked the life out of her. Once she was gone, he found the child in a back bedroom. He collected him and a computer on his way out.
“Close your eyes,” he said, covering the boy’s eyes as he led him pass the disfigured body. He sat him on the steps and used the throw away phone to call 911.
Chapter 12
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you…,” Killa sang as his twins came downstairs on their sixteenth birthday. That put their dear old dad at forty-nine years old. He was still fit and trim enough to pass for thirty-five and make passes at twenty-something year old women.
“Yesss! You know what this means!” Sun said, rubbing his hands together and rushing to the door.
“Keys, please,” Miss Shyne demanded with a huge smile. All three had been promised cars for their sixteenth birthday. Asad had received his two weeks prior and had already traded his learner’s permit in for a real driver’s license.
“Hey!” Sun protested when he didn’t see any new cars in the driveway. “Where are our presents?”
“Same as every year,” he shrugged nonchalantly.
Every year of their lives had been marked at Chuck E. Cheese. They were a bit old for the mouse but all of them loved the games. Especially Killa, who held the family record at the basketball game.
“Aww, man!” Shyne moaned and stomped her feet as she stormed upstairs. “Christi!”
“She’s not here,” Killa called out behind his frustrated daughter.
“She probably with that dude,” Sun fussed with a slight snarl. His big sister was crazy about Herbert and he didn’t like it one bit. Sun was a player himself and it takes one to know one.
“She’s still dating that dude?” Killa asked, glancing at his watch as if it counted months instead of hours.
It had been almost three months of nonstop dinners, movies, text, calls and emails between Christi and Herbert. Christi was totally in love but still held tightly to her virginity. It slipped away a little more by the day as he did and said all the right things. Everything that is, except I love you.
“Yeah,” his son sighed. He blew his breath once more before heading upstairs to get dressed for Chuck E. Cheese.
****
“Can we go now?” Shyne whined as her father held the door open for her. He made sure to always treat her like a lady so she would never accept anything less.
“We just got here!” Sun answered for his father. He hadn’t wanted to come either but now that they were there, he figured he may as well play a few games.
“There’s Christi,” Killa said pointing towards her and Herbert at their reserved table.
“Happy birthday to you! Hap—”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, happy birthday,” Shyne cut in and cut them off dryly. “When’s the cake so we can blow out the candles and blow this joint?”
Killa and Sun raced to the basketball game to compete like they did every year. Meanwhile, Herbert locked in on Shyne’s breasts. She felt him staring and crossed her arms as she fell into the booth.
“Let me so order some pizzas,” Christi offered. Shyne tried to get up to join her but she waved her off. “Keep Herbert company until I get back.”
“You look pretty,” Herbert offered with a wide smile.
“How can you tell?” Shyne spat since he was still looking at her chest. “I’m up here!”
Herbert laughed and fed her more compliments until Christi arrived with the food. Sun had an extra wag in his swag as he and his dad returned to the table.
“And the new…champion is…” Sun proclaimed raising his hands in victory.
“Sun Forrest,” Killa sighed in a ho-hum manner. He’d never admit it but he’d let the kid win. Everything he did with his kids had a purpose, an ulterior motive to be revealed when the time was right.
“Get away from me!” Shyne growled and took a swipe at the large rat delivering their flaming birthday cake. One side was her favorite, strawberry, while Sun had chocolate.
“Easy, little mama. Make a wish and blow out the candles,” Killa ordered.
“I will not,” Shyne huffed. “I’m not wishing nothing! You said if we ask, ask Allah and then you.”
Sun nodded in agreement to the sound advice he’d given them their whole lives then blew out the candles without making a wish. The whole wishing upon a star and four leaf clovers had never made much sense to them. They knew that they had a Lord and took all their request to Him.
“As salaamu alaykum,” Asad greeted as he appeared.
“Wa alaykum as salaam,” Shyne smiled and batted her eyes.
Almost everyone got a kick out of her blushing except Herbert, who wanted the girl for himself. Once he conquered Christi, she would be next.
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��Time for gifts,” Killa announced as the rat returned with two large boxes.
Neither was large enough to have a car inside so Shyne sucked her teeth. Sun would be content with anything so he tore into the one with his name on it. He snatched the lid off the top and stuck his head inside.
“Hey!” he protested, paused and tripled checked the box before he proclaimed, “It’s empty!”
“Check the lid,” Christi offered knowingly. Sun obeyed and found a car key taped to it. He didn’t say another word before running outside to see what it belonged to.
“Mmhm,” the diva hummed and opened her box. She politely plucked the key from the lid and stood to leave. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” her father replied in response to the kiss on the cheek. He followed her out to the parking lot where matching SUVs awaited.
Killa made sure that they were identical. They were both black and had the same bells and whistles. That should have prevented the twins from arguing. Should have, but didn’t.
“Why she get the one on the right?” Sun pouted. It didn’t make much sense but it was all he had.
“You wanna go for a ride, daddy?” Shyne asked as she approached her new truck.
“Sure!” Asad and Killa answered at the same time.
“Um, I’m sure she meant you,” Asad offered embarrassed.
“I’m sure. But you kids go on. I’ll see you at home,” he said.
“Well, I’ll see you tonight,” Herbert offered, indicating that he was leaving.
“Okay,” Christi sang, fluttering her eyes.
Killa shook his head at the display. He wasn’t feeling dude either but had to let the grown woman be a grown woman.
Chapter 13
“That was nice,” Christi said appreciatively after the last bite of dessert. The wonderful restaurant was draped in darkness except for candles at each table.
“Anything for you. I…love you,” Herbert said with a straight face. Mentally, he patted himself on the back for the flawless delivery.
“I-I…love you, too!” she confessed. “Been loving you.”
“So, you want to go home now or hang out with me?” he offered.
“With you,” she replied quickly. She knew what going home with him entailed and she was ready. Yolo had taught her to save herself for love and marriage, so if he loved her, marriage had to follow.
The couple held hands in his coupe as they rode to his condo. Herbert was the perfect gentleman as he opened doors for her to get out of the car then again to enter the unit.
“This is nice,” she gushed while looking around the well-appointed condo. He replied by putting his tongue in her mouth. They stood there kissing and touching. Her panties got so wet so quickly that she was slightly embarrassed. She hoped they didn’t squish when she walked.
“Come on,” Herbert suggested as he broke off the kiss. He took her by the hand and led her into his bedroom.
He gently laid her on his bed and quickly ducked under her long, flowing skirt. She was relieved when he pulled her soaking wet panties from her body. He ducked back between her legs and licked her to the point of no return.
“Oh my!” Christi marveled at how well he licked and lapped at her lonely vagina. She tried to hold off the mounting orgasm but that only made it worse. She came with a screech that sounded like an Indian war cry. Herbert’s mouth filled with her juices as she came. He spat them back between her lips where they were needed.
“Take a deep breath,” Herbert advised as he worked his swollen dick head between her outer lips. He then eased by her inner lips and into her brand new vagina. It was only then that he realized that she hadn’t been playing hard to get, she was a virgin. Was, because he was now deep inside of her.
Christi felt more pain than pleasure but still felt good about her choice. She her mind drifted to plan their future as he continued to stroke her. Herbert had recently switched jobs but that was okay. She would stay home until the twins went to college then…
“Shit!!!” Herbert grunted and gasped as he came inside of her. It was at the moment that he remembered not putting on a condom. He pulled out and skeeted what was left onto her stomach. Classic case of too little, too late.
“That was nice,” she lied while rubbing his back soothingly. The faces he made when he came looked like he was in pain. She damn sure was.
“Mmm,” he grunted and rolled off of her. She admired his fine body as he marched into the bathroom. The puddle of seeds he’d spit on her stomach had grown cool so she used a napkin to wipe it away.
“Want me to join you?” she called out when she heard the shower come on.
“Nah,” he replied dryly and stepped under the hot water. She went back to planning their future life while he prepared for the rest of his night.
A few minutes later, he dried off and came out of the bathroom. Christi blushed and turned her head away from his swinging dick. It was only visible for the time it took to walk into his walk-in closet. A few minutes later he came out fully dressed.
“I gotta run out, so…I’ll, um…call you, um…later,” he said.
Christi frowned and blinked as she tried to process the words and their meanings as if he’d spoken Farsi. He’d spoken English, but that meant he was putting her out after making love to her. She may have been new to all of this but she was pretty sure that it wasn’t supposed to go like this.
“Hello?” Herbert asked almost sarcastically, waving his hand.
She had been stuck in her thoughts for several minutes without realizing it. “Oh, um, well. Okay, I guess, um…call me, um…tomorrow,” she stammered as she looked for her panties. A wave of shame swept over her so she decided to leave them and rush to her comfort zone. She need not worry about the panties since they would find a home in Herbert’s growing collection.
Have him tell it, Shyne’s were next.
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“Hello, Herbert! It’s me, Christi. I’m not sure if you’re getting my messages so, um…well, anyway…um…give me a call,” Christi said on his voicemail for the fiftieth time. She shook her head at the pleading she heard in her voice.
Shyne did too when she walked in on the tail end. “Mmhm,” Shyne said with a snarl. She had been watching her beloved big sister moping around for weeks now and didn’t like it one bit. She’d assumed that Herbert was the cause but Christi wouldn’t admit it. The second she did, it would be ‘flame on!’
“Mmhm, what? Everything is fine. Are you ready for school?”
“Yes, ma’am. Eleventh grade! Yes, it’s almost over!” Shyne cheered.
“Did you decide on a major yet?” Christi asked, relieved at the change of subject. It had been over a month since Herbert had chumped her off and days since her period should have started and didn’t.
“Either a doctor or a lawyer. Everyone needs doctors and our brother is definitely going to need a good lawyer one day,” she laughed.
Christi laughed too since it felt better than crying.
****
“Sun Forrest, that’s a pretty name,” the pretty teacher admired as she called roll. The thirty-year-old Miss Rowland put the teen girls in her class to shame. Her round ass filled out her classy skirt like a basketball. When she erased the board, it shook like it was nervous.
“Right here,” Sun said, dropping his deep voice a notch and making it sound even deeper. Raising a hand would have sufficed but he stood so that she could get a good look at him.
“You most certainly are there,” the teacher said flirtatiously, looking him up and down.
“Damn thot,” Ella spat jealously. Sun was kind to the girl but never touched her again. However, that didn’t stop her from cock blocking every chance she got. Even though she already had four, she looked at him as her baby daddy that got away.
“Wow,” Bryonna laughed at the pot calling the kettle black. “I’m telling Shyne.”
“Tell her to give you some Chap Stick too cuz your lips ashy,” Sun laughed. He laughed even harder
when she poked her bottom lip out trying to look and see if it was.
“Mr. Forrest, I need to have a quick word with you,” Miss Rowland announced as the bell rang.
“Bet you do,” the arrogant teen said as the class filed out. “How can I help you?”
“By not cumming too quickly,” she said, pressing a folded piece of paper into his palm. He knew without looking that it was her number so he put it into his pocket.
“I won’t, but you will,” he smiled before turning on his heels and leaving. He wasn’t the only pretty teen being hit on by a teacher.
****
“Miss Forrest, may I have a word with you?” her chemistry teacher asked as the students filed out. All the fast ass girls flirted with the handsome teacher but Shyne was focused on her favorite subject. Besides, she was so committed to her fiancé that his good looks didn’t even register.
“Sure! What’s up, Mr. Mallory?” Shyne bounced, all bubbly from the lesson.
“How would you like some extra credit? A referral from me would like good on your college applications,” he advised.
“I would love it. I’ll do whatever you want!” she gushed naively.
“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. We’ll get started next week.”
Shyne felt eyes on her from behind and in front as she walked out of the class. Her fat little ass was well concealed under her baggy pants but the teacher stared anyway. She was more concerned with the pair of eyes looking directly at her.
“What?” Shyne demanded as she walked up on Dianne. They weren’t friends but didn’t have beef either so the staring needed to be explained.
“What did that pervert want?” Dianne demanded. He’d ran the same extra credit game on her last year. She got the referral letter but it had cost her virginity.
“Pervert?” Shyne reeled. She spun around and saw the teacher still staring at her greedily.
“Extra credit? College referral?” Dianne replayed his spiel.