Soft: Cocaine Love Stories

by Styles, T.

  Cherry was concentrating on Taj’s clit. To Taj’s dismay, it started feeling good—real good. She tried to fight it, but she felt an eruption mounting in her groin. Taj bit her lip to keep from crying out. Against her will, she started shaking and came hard.

  Cherry had eaten a few pussies in her time, and she knew when a chick was cumming. Taj’s juices were flowing. She could taste them. Cherry continued to lick her clit rapidly, forcing her fist in her pussy. Taj squirmed and cried out in pain, but Cherry wouldn’t stop. She fisted Taj’s pussy deep. She had her whole hand inside of her.

  Taj would never admit it, but she had never experienced such pleasurable pressure. Against her will, she came again. Cherry could feel her pussy walls contracting on her hand. After a few more seconds, she noisily extracted her fist from Taj’s soaked tunnel.

  Cherry stood up and smiled at Taj coyly. She seductively licked two of her fingers. “I told you, my little slut bitch. I knew you’d like it. Now lick your cum off my fingers and see how good you taste.”

  She walked over and smeared Taj’s pussy juice all over her lips. Taj turned her head, but she couldn’t escape the sticky film Cherry smeared on her face. Cherry wanted to eat that pussy again just to show that bitch, but the natives were restless. By now, the men were groping and pawing both of them, especially Taj.

  That was where the pleasure stopped. The men pinched her nipples and roughly squeezed her breasts and jammed their filthy fingers in her ass and pussy. When she resisted, Taj was beaten and then raped repeatedly. They had their dicks all over her face and lips. One after the other, they shot semen all over her body, inside and out. Before it was over, one mothafucka even peed on her. Taj was humiliated so badly that she wanted to die.

  Before Taj knew it, that bitch Cherry climbed up on the table. She stood over her and smirked. Then she squatted, putting her ass in Taj’s face. Taj turned her head and fought as hard as she could, but Cherry plopped her stinking, rotten funk box right in her face. Taj spit and gasped for air.

  “Get the fuck off me, you stink-pussy dyke bitch! I’ma kill you, ho! That’s my word!”

  Cherry grabbed her hair and said, “Bitch, you better shut the fuck up and eat this pussy. Kenny, gimme that fuckin’ gat.”

  Kenny passed Cherry the .45. She cocked it and stuck it right to Taj’s temple. She stared down at her coldly. Through clenched teeth, she said, “Bitch, I said eat. And you better do it good as I did you. You don’t fuckin’ stop until I get up and tell you to. You hear me?”

  Against Taj’s will, she was forced to lick Cherry’s stinking slit. There was no way in the world she could pleasure her wholeheartedly. She just couldn’t. But Cherry dug that steel gun barrel into the side of her head. Taj was afraid that crazy, coked-up bitch would make a mistake and pull the trigger, so she gave in.

  “All right, get that fuckin’ gun out my face, bitch! All right!”

  Cherry gave her a warning look and hesitantly passed the gun to Face, another one of the goons.

  “Face, do me a favor. If it don’t look like I’m enjoying myself, put a bullet in this bitch’s melon.”

  Face had a crazed look in his eyes like he would do it. Taj knew she was surrounded by stone cold murderers, and she believed he would. Cherry wrapped her fist in Taj’s hair and directed her face back to the place.

  Taj was afraid for her life, so she swallowed the vomit that rose in her throat and started lapping Cherry’s pussy like a kitten on a bowl of milk. She tried to hold back as much as she could, but Cherry commanded her to suck on her clit.

  Taj closed her eyes and tried to use her imagination. She had to pretend she was doing something else—anything else. She would’ve rather eaten a bowl of hyena shit than Cherry’s diseased bat cave. She almost threw up again, but took a deep breath and shook it off. She placed her lips on Cherry’s clit and sucked it gently, pretending it was ice cream of her favorite flavor. It was hard, though, because of the foul smell.

  After a minute, she heard moaning. She guessed she was doing it right. She wanted to get it over with quick, so she started licking and sucking faster. Cherry was humping her face excitedly and moaning.

  One of the dudes shouted out, “Hurry up and cum, ho! I wanna put my dick in this bitch’s mouth.” That drew a few laughs from the others.

  Cherry looked at him defiantly and spat, “No, fuck that! Butch gave me the green light to do what I wanna do, and I wanna cum in this bitch’s face. Nigga, you fuckin’ up my groove. Now just shut the fuck up so I can cum.”

  The dude shook his head impatiently, but he didn’t say another word. The sight of that girl-on-girl had him so turned-on; his dick was throbbing for release. He began unconsciously stroking his own member to please himself.

  Cherry kept riding Taj’s face, grinding her juices all over her nose and chin. She was taking advantage of the situation. Taj was seething underneath her, but she kept on licking the smelly pussy. She couldn’t see with Cherry’s ass plopped in her face, but she felt another guy mounting her. He pawed her breasts, and then he penetrated her and started stroking real deep. He was built large, which made it worse.

  Taj was tied down to the table with her legs open, so she just lay there and said her millionth prayer that she didn’t catch AIDS or something from those niggas.

  More of the dudes wanted to participate, but there were limited holes for them to penetrate. One dude hopped up on the table, too, and stuck his dick in Cherry’s mouth. She just grabbed it and started sucking it like a lollipop and kept fucking Taj’s face.

  Another dude yelled out, “Yo, I want that pregnant bitch!”

  Cherry overheard him and said, “Word, go get that bitch! I want her out here. She gon’ taste this pussy too!” She went back to sucking the dick she had in her hand.

  Two of the goons, Lefty and Rell, left to get Jill. She had been sitting in the dark for too long. Jill was relieved to see light when they opened her door. The men untied her and told her to follow them. Jill didn’t know where they were taking her, but she had one request.

  She said, “Excuse me. I’m sorry, but I gotta pee.”

  The men just looked at each other. “A’ight, ma,” the taller one named Lefty said. They led her to the bathroom so she could relieve her bladder.

  After Jill used the bathroom, they told her to take off her clothes. She looked at them puzzled and shook her head. What the hell was wrong with them? Couldn’t they see that she was pregnant?

  Lefty made a face. He said, “I didn’t ask you. I ain’t never hit a pregnant chick before. I wanna try that pussy, so just listen to what I tell you. Don’t gimme a reason, shorty.” He showed her the gun in his waist.

  Jill saw that he wasn’t kidding. She searched the other guy’s face for some sort of sympathy, but there was none there either. She didn’t want these niggas to hurt her baby, so she had to do what they said. She took off her blouse, but then she hesitated.

  Lefty nodded at her, encouraging her to finish undressing. Jill reluctantly removed her skirt next. The other goon, Rell, took the liberty of unfastening her bra himself. He was anxious to see those big, milk-filled jugs. When he got Jill’s bra unhooked and slipped it off, his tongue hung out like a panting dog. He palmed her titties and squeezed her nipples until they stiffened in his fingertips, and then he bent down and sucked on them one by one.

  Jill recoiled in disgust and tried to push him away. Rell laughed and told her they were going to a party. He and Lefty forced Jill down the hall to the room where the action was going on. Jill was nervous before they opened the door, but she was in no way prepared for what she would see next.

  In the room there was a crowd of excited dudes standing around a table watching something. When the door opened, they all turned around and whistled at Jill with her filled-out pregnant hips and breasts. They all went wild like she was fresh meat.

  Jill focused in on what they were watching on the table. Her jaw dropped in shock. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Taj was tied up on t
he table, naked and spread-eagled, and there was a guy having sex with her. Worst of all, that nasty bitch Cherry Coke was sitting on Taj’s face, moaning and bucking like she was cumming. The other thing Jill noticed was the crazy-looking guy with the gun pointed at Taj, forcing her to do it. Jill was afraid—very afraid. Her heart went out to her friend, and she prayed she wouldn’t be subjected to the same degradation.

  Jill had the feeling her prayers would go unanswered. This was evident by the seven guys groping her titties and ass. She knew they were going to rape her. They had guns. There were four visible in the room, so she knew she didn’t have any wins. Just like Taj, she knew she was doomed.

  Cherry hollered out in bliss as she came all over Taj’s face. Taj had eaten her pussy real good, just like she ordered. The sound of Cherry yelling out in pleasure caused the guy who was stroking Taj to increase his rhythm. Now he was about to cum. He pulled out and shot all over Taj’s stomach. Jill watched in horror and realized that they weren’t using condoms. What the hell type of freak show was this?

  Little did Jill know, most of the dudes in the gang already had sex with Taj—at least ten of them. And only half of them had bothered using a condom, even though she had begged them all to.

  Cherry got up off Taj’s face on legs that trembled. She slapped Taj lightly across her face and stroked her hair.

  She said, “Good girl. You made mommy’s pussy feel so good. Now you get a treat. You get to get your pussy licked too . . . by her.”

  Cherry pointed at Jill, who just stood there looking at her like she was crazy. Cherry said, “Bitch, did you hear what I just said? Get down and lick her pussy!”

  Jill said, “Hell no! That’s like my sister!”

  Cherry said, “Bitch, I don’t give a fuck if she’s ya mama! I said get down there and eat that pussy. It got a sticky, sweet glaze on it for you too.” Cherry smirked.

  She was referring to the many different types of semen on Taj. It was like she was covered in cum punch. Jill backed up and shook her head, wide-eyed with fear. Taj pleaded with them too. She was embarrassed that Jill had seen her that way, especially with Cherry sitting on her face. But there was no way they could do each other. They were best friends and as close as sisters. She hoped that Cherry would just let it go, on the strength of Jill being pregnant.

  Cherry wasn’t letting anything go. She took the gun back from Face and pointed it at Jill. She smiled wickedly and walked over and placed it on her belly.

  “Bitch, I said eat that pussy, or I’ll blow your fuckin’ baby head off! Get on your mothafuckin’ knees now!”

  Cherry knew what she was doing could destroy their friendship, but she was just being spiteful. If those bitches didn’t start coughing up some answers about Butch’s money, they wouldn’t live long enough to stay friends anyway.

  The dilemma Jill faced caused tears to flood her eyes. Cherry was trying to make her do some foul shit, especially with that semen all over Taj. The thought made Jill sick. She doubled over and threw up right there on the floor.

  The sight of her barfing didn’t stir any emotions in Cherry. She was a cold bitch with no heart. She told Jill point blank that if she vomited again, she would kill her. Then she ordered her to get over there and lick that pussy clean.

  The dudes were yelling, “Do it! Eat that pussy! Do it!”

  Tears streamed down Jill’s face. She realized she didn’t have a choice. She stood in front of Taj, who she could see was crying too. She didn’t want this any more than Jill did. What type of shit were they caught up in? Those mothafuckas were sick.

  Cherry Coke hit Jill upside the head with the gun to give her a final warning. She said, “Bitch, keep playin’ with me! You think I won’t kill your fuckin’ baby?” She cocked the gun.

  Jill took the hint. The knot Cherry just put on the back of her head was throbbing like crazy, and she didn’t want to be subjected to any more violence. She had to worry about her unborn child. Her baby had been through enough. His father’s funeral was also that day. Jill slowly bent down and took a look at Taj’s vagina. Cherry Coke roughly pushed her head in it, smearing semen all over her face.

  Jill vowed not to swallow that disgusting stuff. She closed her eyes and began to lick her best friend’s pussy at gunpoint. Taj just lay there with her eyes closed. They both wondered how they were ever going to face each other again.

  Cherry leaned down and watched Jill closely, scrutinizing her every move. She coached her and made sure she was doing it right.

  “That’s right, lick it. Hold that pussy open. Now suck on the clit. That’s right, bitch! Suck it!”

  When Cherry was finally satisfied that Jill was doing it right, she got down on her knees in front of her and parted her pussy lips. Jill looked down and saw that Cherry was preparing to eat her out. That bitch was sick. She was a straight freak.

  Cherry had never eaten out a pregnant girl, so she was curious to see what flavor that milk was. She spread Jill’s pussy open and stuck her tongue all the way inside. She didn’t come up for air until Jill’s legs started trembling. Her pussy had a distinct flavor to it. Cherry wanted more. She tongued it for a few more minutes, before she stood back up on her feet.

  She noticed that Jill wasn’t making Taj squirm yet, so she spread Taj’s pussy lips for her and showed her how it should be done. Cherry sucked on Taj’s pussy for about thirty seconds, and then she made Jill do it again the way she showed her. Jill just wanted to get it over with, so she did what Cherry said. It must’ve felt good to Taj because now she was breathing real heavy. This dude walked over and started rubbing his dick across her lips while he was jerking off.

  Jill kept her eyes closed and kept on licking Taj the way Cherry instructed her to. Taj moaned softly a time or two, and the flavor down there suddenly changed. Jill realized she must’ve made Taj cum.

  Cherry noticed Taj’s body twitching. She liked to see that. Now it was her turn. She jumped on top of Taj and spread her legs open so that her pussy was right in Jill’s face too.

  Jill looked real hesitant, but Cherry pointed the gun at her head.

  “Eat me, bitch! Don’t worry, this shit’s good for your baby. Pussy is full of vitamins and minerals. And cherries are good for you.”

  A few of the men laughed and tugged on their dicks. They were anxious for the opportunity to fuck Jill. They had all heard about how good pregnant pussy was.

  Cherry grabbed the back of Jill’s head and forced her face in her pussy. Jill gagged and choked, but Cherry wouldn’t let her up for air. She traced the gun along her ear. Jill got the picture and went to work. She fought the bile that kept rising in her throat. She sucked on Cherry’s clit, which caused her to moan loudly. Taj just lay there underneath Cherry while Jill licked her pussy. She was still tied up and very helpless.

  Lefty watched Jill’s peanut butter–colored ass up in the air while she was bent over eating Cherry out. He wanted to be the first to fuck her. He walked up behind her and slid his dick inside of her. She was already wet and slippery from Cherry eating her out, so his entry was a breeze. He palmed her titties and stroked that pussy deep.

  Jill started crying again while she was raped and forced to lick Cherry’s smelly box at the same time. Her name should’ve been Rotten Cherry, Jill was thinking, feeling like she’d lost all her dignity. All of her self-respect was gone.

  More alarming, she and Taj were in a situation where they could easily be killed. These mothafuckas were crazy. They had killed Jeff’s mother at his funeral, and his grandmother too. And they would kill them, too, without a second thought. This wasn’t a game.

  The men had a field day molesting, degrading, and sodomizing Jill the same way they had done Taj. After having an outright orgy with all three of the women, they began to disperse and retreat to their beds. Most of them were weak and sleepy from all the freaky sex they had participated in.

  The horrendous torture had lasted over three hours. After it was over, Jill was escorted back to the other room
and retied. They left her alone, filthy and naked.

  Butch didn’t have anything against Jill and Taj. His only concern was those seven kilos that Bless and that dead nigga Jeff burned him for. Those girls just messed with the wrong dudes. Those bitches still hadn’t given up Bless’s whereabouts, so as far as he was concerned, the team could have their way with them.

  Butch ran a tight ship. Anyone who crossed him got it in the worst way. His team of goons was loyal, and they followed his orders. He treated them all well in exchange.

  An hour later, Butch gave Taj another opportunity to give up her man. He had her try calling that nigga, but the calls were going straight to voicemail. Taj was desperate to save her and Jill’s lives, so she looked at him earnestly and lied.

  Taj convinced him that she needed to be let go so she could go set Bless up. She and Jill’s lives depended on it, so she promised Butch that she would get his money.

  In her heart she didn’t really believe she could pull it off. She didn’t even know where Bless was, but she had to do something. She hadn’t seen Bless since days before Jeff was killed. They had argued like they always did, and that was that. She had thought it was a real sucker move that he decided not to attend the funeral. Now Taj wished she and Jill hadn’t attended either.

  After much deliberation, Butch decided to let Taj go. He didn’t have many other options to get at Bless. He had already sent a team of goons to his mother’s house, but the apartment was empty when they had arrived. They could tell that the occupants had vacated the premises in a hurry. They had waited hours, but no one returned. Butch guessed that nigga Bless was smart enough to get his moms out of harm’s way. Butch warned Taj that if she didn’t come through for him, he would be sure to kill Jill and her unborn fetus.

  Taj begged him to let her take a shower. Though his eyes remained cold and expressionless, he gave her permission. He had cameras hidden in the interrogation rooms, and had seen the inhumane way in which she and her pregnant friend had been treated.