by L. E. Newell
She had bobbed on it four or five times when she heard him grunt and felt him swell up even bigger in her mouth, which she thought had to be impossible. He started spurting huge gobs of cum down her throat, so suddenly that it made her gag and choke. But she didn’t pull back; instead she started sucking him even harder and faster. Through his slanted eyes of pleasure he saw her hand pistoning rapidly under her robe. As he felt the last drops being pulled out of his dick, her thighs started to shake. Her hand gripped his dick even harder and the edges of her robe fell to the side. He gave up a real gorilla grunt as he saw her fingers getting wetter and wetter with each plunge of her glistening digits.
His dick started throbbing anew as she began moaning louder and louder as she inserted a couple of more fingers to join the other one and started fucking them passionately. He saw tears running down her cheeks when she started cumming and cumming as she stuffed more and more of his giant dick down her throat.
Just the sight and thought of her cumming that hard with his dick throbbing in her mouth caused his knees to buckle. She actually had to brace her hands against his stomach to keep him from falling on her.
After hosing her throat with nut, he moaned, “Whew, godayum, girl, you something else,” and wheezed as he tried to catch his breath.
“Naw, you the one that’s something else.” She breathed huskily, as he straightened up and started to push his semi-hard dick into his pants.
“Whatcha think you doing?” She pushed his hand away and started stroking him. “Hmmm, shit, nigga, momma needs this muthafucka in her hot pussy now.” She moaned huskily and got on her knees on the couch and hiked her fantastic ass in the air. She didn’t even wait for him to say anything as she grabbed his dick to guide it into her dripping pussy. When the aroma of her female musk assaulted his nose, he blinked with passion and started slowly circling his dick in. She grabbed one of the pillows off of the couch and bit down on it as her pussy started to get stretched beyond her endurance. He took his time, just feeding her a little at a time until he felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter, taking in more and more. Inch by agonizing inch he slowly pushed up in her until all thirteen inches of his massive dick was slowly plunging into her spasming pussy. She began wagging her head from side to side in blissful agony and pleasure.
His pleasure was taken to another level when she began rotating her jelly ass back at him in rhythm with his stroke. He gripped her by the hips and started stroking faster. It took only a few of his faster strokes before he was massaging her g-spot, which caused her to moan louder and louder. Soon she was trembling in climax and arched her back with her mouth opened wide in a silent scream.
He started trembling himself when he looked down and saw her grinding back on his dick for all that she was worth. His nose flared in passion as he watched his gigantic dick getting coated with more and more woman nut. Wanting her to receive the maximum dicking, he slowly started pulling back to the rim of her pussy before slowly plunging all the way back in.
She began swaying her head back and forth, out of control as she screamed in the ecstasy of cumming yet again, “Oh my God, fuck me, man…Push all that big-ass muthafucking dick in my hot-ass pussy. Oooh godayum, I’m cum, mmmmm, innnng again, daddy. Oh God, ooooooooooh, your dick is just too goddamn big, nigga, Give me all of it, fuck me, fuck meeeeee.”
He couldn’t hold back any longer as he saw more and more of her juices coating his dick with every plunge. He pushed in for all he was worth one more powerful time, holding all of his pulsating, sperm-spewing dick as far up in her as it would go as he came and came, spurting glob after glob of hot cum until he fell over across her wide ass. Then he gathered enough strength to pull out to finish nutting along the crack of her ass. For a brief moment he thought that he was going to faint when she reached behind her and started milking the very last drops out as she continued to grind her fat, milky ass up against him.
Finally he collapsed on top of her and rode her soft body down onto the couch. She was still grinding back slowly when the telephone started to buzz. It was hooked onto his belt with his pants bunched around his ankles. At first he started to let it ring until he heard her wheeze from under him. “That might just be that nigga right there.” She breathed in gasps as she tried to wiggle from under his pressing weight.
Feeling her discomfort he rolled off of her to the floor and took in several heavy breaths to regain his composure before her reached down to pull the phone from off of his belt. He immediately frowned at the face and breathed, “Damn, it’s his ass, for real.” He placed the phone at his ear as she scrambled off the couch and sprinted up the stairs. He took one more deep breath, shaking his head as he admired the way her fat ass was jiggling and bouncing with each step.
“Yeah, what’s up, dog? Where the fuck you at? I zoomed by your spot about three minutes ago; nobody answered. What the fuck is up, dude? You acted like you was in such a muthafucking hurry. Damn, playa, you could’ve at least hit a nigga that you was on the move. That’s fucked up, yo.”
He nodded a couple of times to whatever Al was saying before he replied, “Yeah, man, I can go back, but I’m gonna grab me something to eat first, fried chicken. Hell yeah, but when she gonna be there. …She’s there now. Why she didn’t answer the fucking door then? Okay, dude, I’ll be there in a few. Hey, man, don’t have me waiting over there too long. I got stuff I need to handle just like you do, okay, later, bet.”
He clicked off as Mona was coming back to the top of the stairs, with her head leaning toward the telephone in her hand. Her robe was opened as she wiped her voluptuous body down with a pink flowery towel.
She clicked off the phone and walked down the stairs at him with a seductive smile on her shiny beautiful face. She pressed her body to his and started rubbing his monster through his pants and said in a husky voice, “You know you got to keep giving mama a lot of this big muthafucka now, don’tcha?” Then she ran her tongue up his neck, arched her back and pulled the robe away to show the full roundness of her hips and ass. She turned around and started jiggling that entire ass as she sashayed to the kitchen. She purred over her shoulder, “Got to fry my man up some finger-licking-good chicken.” She licked her fingers as she disappeared around the corner.
“I know that fine-ass, good-pussy bitch is going to be the death of me,” he moaned as he walked to the bathroom to wash the pussy scent off. He came back out a few minutes later and picked up the remote to click on the big-screen television. He lit up a blunt to try to masquerade the scent of fucking in the air and flicked the remote until he got to ESPN.
He sniffed the air until he was satisfied and then sat in the love seat to wait for Al. He noticed that she had changed into a pink jogging outfit and had an apron tied around her waist as she went about her business of cooking them up some hot chicken to chow down on.
He lay back enjoying the basketball highlights while his mind concentrated on how he could steal that fine piece of woman away from Al. After a short time, he started smiling to himself as a plan started formulating in his mind, just as he heard a car crunching the gravel on the driveway.
Beverly felt compelled to know what Lt. Woo was doing. Rumors of her guerilla warfare tactics were well known around the station. Okay, she was definitely making a huge dent in the drugs flowing on I-20. And her means and ways were suspect, but having spent many years dealing with the street vermin herself earlier in her career, she was well aware of the stresses and demands of the job.
‘Wah,wah,wah…’ the jarring sound of a police siren tingled along her neck and jotted her out of her mini revelry. She jerked her attention back to the wildly erratic drivers in time to keep her from ramming into the rear end of a black Escalade.
Her hand instinctively flinched toward her own siren button, but she wasn’t really in the mood to be harassing folk so she maneuvered around dude. Shortly she was exiting down the East Lake ramp.
With all the stress she’d been through lately, it felt good to get away from po
lice activities for a while.
She decided to drop by Mother Dobbs’ house to get herself an energy boost from the lovely older woman. Her thoughts turned to the possibility of running into her son Johnny, or was it Rainbow. Damn, he has more names than an orphanage.
She was several blocks from her destination when she saw a group of young hoodlums giving a pair of guys a vicious beat down at the entrance to an alley next to a Laundromat. Her hand eased to her service revolver as she slowed down and put the car in reverse.
Five sets of angry eyes blazed at her when she came to a halt and kneed the door open. Those eyes turned into shock when they saw the big gun whipping up from her side and the glittering badge attached to her belt when her jacket flew open. Shock quickly turned to fear as several froze in mid stomp and the angry mob sprinted down the alley. One of the boys looked vaguely familiar to her but in the heat of the moment she couldn’t place it.
In hot pursuit she leaped over the two balled-up youth on the ground and gave chase to the fleeing boys. “Halt, freeze, stop, police,” she shouted to no avail as the boys widened the distance, turning over huge garbage cans into her path. The years of sitting behind desks started to quickly take its toll and she realized that a snowball had a better chance in hell than she had of catching them. Once they hit the end of the alley, the mob split in each direction.
Beverly felt her ankle twist awkwardly when she hurdled over some cans and landed on a huge rock. Her head flung backward with her arms waving wildly as she slowed to a halt and bent over to rest her elbows across her knees, sighing in disappointment. Squeezing her eyes tight, she took several deep breaths before finally raising her head and blinked them open. She squinted at a figure in a car across the street whose head was swerving back and forth at the fast-moving youth. She knuckled the corners of her eyes, snorted and stretched her neck toward the car. If only it hadn’t been the beginning of dusk, she could’ve been more certain of whom she thought she was seeing.
She strained stiffly to her feet and started toward the car. As if they had recognized her for the first time, the driver shot the car into reverse and squealed tires to the end of the street, straightened out and screamed away.
I know damn well that wasn’t…Naw, it couldn’t have been. No way, she thought as she hobbled to the middle of the street. She looked in the other direction in time to see three of the boys disappear around the corner. For some reason she couldn’t shake the icky feeling that whoever was in the car was connected to the beat-down crew.
She pinched the back of her neck, twisted it from side to side to relieve the tension, and then headed back down the alley. What the fuck? she thought when she noticed the boys who had gotten the beat down were gone. As she neared the spot of attack, her attention was drawn to a object leaning against the wall of the Laundromat. Her brows were wrinkled in concentration as she walked to the end of the alley and looked in both directions for the fallen youth. They were nowhere to be seen. Full of caution and concern she turned around and walked over to get the object that turned out to be a plastic bag full of what she suspected was cocaine and an envelope. She opened it and saw a stack of money and a note that was written in some kind of code. Placing it inside her jacket she walked back to her car and drove around the block several times in search for any sign of the youths. Her police mind was running wild now with all kinds of suspicion. Did this have anything to do with her boys? Why was that the first thing that came to her mind? Was she playing the overprotective mother hen when it came to those fools again? If her impulses were on point, as they usually were, what connection was there to those that raced into the night when she spotted them? She decided to put her car search to an end and headed for Mother Dobbs’ house. Her mind was working overtime with whos, whats and whys. As she pulled up to the house of many adolescent memories, she saw Mother Dobbs swinging back and forth on the porch swing where she’d learn how to be a woman.
It had been quite a while since Beverly had felt such warmth. Seeing the sweet, gentle older woman’s glittering eyes and smile made her sigh with joy. As she shifted the car into park, her attention was drawn to Rainbow’s shiny red pimp-mobile down the street at old man OJ’s corner store.
Gray-bearded Mr. OJ, the neighborhood’s ultimate gossip, had his cream-colored Stetson cocked acey-deucy over his outdated Jheri Curl was plopping on his red suspenders and laying a checker’s whipping on some young hoodlum draped in dark blue Rocawear gear. Beverly had an immediate flashback when she saw his side profile but dismissed it because she couldn’t put her finger on where it could have been. She could tell the old pro was getting the better of the youngun when he started flashing both fists full of money around like he owned the hood. The trash talking was very loud and brash to the point where she could make out nearly every word.
Even without seeing him, the sight of Rainbow’s car made her naturally suspicious. Why hadn’t he just walked to the store from his mother’s house? It didn’t make too much sense to her unless he was up to no good, which was usually the case.
“Hey there, Bevy sweetie, how ya doing? What brings ya around these parts? Mmph, don’t get to see ya that much since you turned ‘Wonder Woman’ for the whole city.” Mama Dobbs’ chirpy voice broke through her concentration down the street. Beverly’s cheeks glowed as she turned toward the still gorgeous and loving woman.
Mama Dobbs sat there smiling as pretty as an early ray of morning sunrise. A granny version of Alicia Keys twinkled before Beverly’s eyes. She was knitting a colorful woolen sweater as she rocked back and forth to whatever beautiful music was flowing through her head. Beverly instantly recalled the days when they’d sit in that same swing for countless hours after she’d come home from school while waiting for her nana to come home. Mama Dobbs hummed to the Temptations or the Supremes and she bobbed her head to some LL Cool J, Run-DMC, Prince or Michael Jackson.
Beverly scooped up a blue, roughly scarred plastic pitcher off the edge of the stoop. She began prancing up and down the porch watering Mama Dobbs’ array of beautiful flowers suspended from different colored ropes from the roof.
Beverly luxuriated at the mixture of wonderful scents caressing her nostrils before she sat beside her favorite teacher. “You mean to tell me that hard-headed son of yours didn’t let you know that I’d stopped a little while back?”
Mama Dobbs pursed her lips and sucked on her teeth. “Girl please, you know that boy don’t nevah tell me nuthin’.”
Beverly shook her head and sighed. “Yeah, I guess you right…” She froze in mid-sentence when Mama Dobbs continued to talk right through whatever she was saying. All she could do was smile. Suddenly her attention was drawn to the sound of Rainbow’s familiar voice as he stepped out of the store and blended right in the mix of the old man and youngsters’ banter.
Sparkle’s eyes gleamed with pleasurable pride as he watched his two women in the rearview mirror. His veteran street queen Violet was giving his new honey Mercedes some more 4-1-1 on the boosting game. He was smiling because he knew that the old lady was a genius in her field and Mercedes was like a sponge absorbing every drop.
Yep, Boo done really got into her mother hen role with little shawtie, for sho. “Whaddafuck dat ho doing around her?” he muttered when he spotted Lt. Woo’s Catwoman-mobile and her two cop henchmen parked across the street from his planned rendezvous spot with Rainbow. Sparkle knew Woo hadn’t spotted him yet. His intuition told him to slow down and observe.
Rainbow’s loud boisterous voice diverted his attention away from Woo just in time for him to see his boy coming out of the store. He started cursing under his breath. “He know damn well he was supposed to wait ’til I got in the store. Shit.” The girls arched their brows at each other and grimaced at his sudden change of attitude. He wondered if Rainbow had spotted Woo and her crew. Or did he come out as a warning for him to keep away? Or was it something else?
He frowned. “Oh shit; what the hell.” Somebody’s car tires were smoking as it screech
ed past them.
Beverly saw and heard the car’s tires screeching as it veered around the slow-moving traffic and sped down the street. There was something familiar about the silhouette of the man in the driver’s seat of the one it had passed. She was straining to see who it was before her instincts were drawn to the windows of the speeding car. As the windows started lowering she saw all the passengers’ heads turn in the direction of the store. Were those guns they were pointing out of the window? She sprung from her seat as adrenaline rushed to her head. She barely heard Mama Dobbs’ next few words.
Beverly knew Mama Dobbs was stunned by her sudden reaction. From the expression on her face it was evident that she wasn’t aware of the danger nor that Rainbow was possibly in the line of fire. She’d do whatever it took to keep her from seeing her son get hurt.
When Mama Dobbs’ head started turn toward the commotion, Beverly reached down and grabbed her wrist. “Come on, Mama; I sure could use some of that special lemon juice stuff you be hooking up.”
“What, girl? You mean to tell me that you came all the way over here for some of the dangnamit juice? Honey please, just tell me that the moon’s out for the day and the sun’s gonna be here tonight.”
Beverly’s smile brightened as she helped her up and led her into the house. It disappeared immediately as Mama Dobbs headed for the kitchen. She had to get her to safety and then spring out the door without her becoming too suspicious. “Hmm, go ahead and hook that up. I got to get something out of my car right quick.”
“Huh?” Mama Dobbs turned around but Beverly was already about to go out the door. She pressed her gun to her thigh and peeked out the screen door. She still couldn’t see clear enough into the other car but she could definitely feel the vibes. Was it that nigga? And if it was who were the others with him? Was that a tinge of jealousy running down her spine? Boom, boom, booooom. She sprung out of the door with her pistol raised high with both hands.