by Noire
Menace was a star in math and science, and once Irish had gotten him enrolled in school again he’d taken off, busting out classes so brilliantly that it wasn’t long before he was in his right grade and ready to graduate. He’d enrolled as a freshman at Manhattan Community College while Pearl was still in high school, and she looked up to him like he was the smartest cat in Harlem and knew everything under the sun.
She’d swung by his place one afternoon while he was practicing karate katas and sat cross-legged on his bed, transfixed as he put his sweat-covered muscular body through a series of complex empty-hand and weapons moves.
He had pushed his little bit of furniture to the edges of the room and stood in the center of the floor and performed martial-arts attack and defense movements that were sharp and fluid, brutal and precise. Pearl had sat there watching him intently, and he was conscious of his half-naked body and the way his tight stomach and bulging chest and arms were affecting her.
She came over to him at the end of his session while he was stretching and put her warm hand on his chest.
“I wanna learn how to move and fight like that,” she said, stepping closer to him. Her fingers slid down his damp stomach until they were resting lightly on the band of his sweatpants. “Can you teach me?”
Menace knew what time it was. Pearl mighta been young and timid, but she was already a woman. It was all in her eyes, Menace saw; the attraction and the awe, that hot physical thang that told him Pearl could be his right then and there, if only he would allow her to be.
He’d swallowed hard, his dick on mega-rock. He had honeys chasing him up and down the block and could get up in some wet gushy whenever he wanted to. But none of the birds he knew were anything like Pearl. None of them affected him the way she was knotting up his drawers and swelling his heart right now.
He didn’t remember who moved first, but moments later he was devouring her mouth, sucking her tongue as she moaned and slid her fingers up his sweaty back, pulling him closer. Menace’s dick was swollen in his pants as he rubbed up against her trying to get closer to that sticky stuff. He lifted her slightly as he pulled her to him, cupping her bold ass and rubbing her through her jeans.
Somehow they made it over to his narrow bed and Menace took it up a level by sliding his hand under her shirt and palming her right breast. It was firm and thick, her nipple a tight little pebble that seemed to grow under his fingers.
Laying her down and lifting her shirt, Menace sucked all around her thick breast. The bulging top, the underside, everywhere. When he finally took her nipple between his lips, Pearl moaned and spread her legs slightly, letting him know she wanted to be touched down there too.
Tonguing her down, Menace unbuttoned her pants and slid her zipper down. He felt heat on his hand as he dipped his fingers between her legs, probing her hot pussy as she moaned again and opened herself wider to him.
Menace stood up and took off his sweats. His dick was black and strong, and so damned erect it nearly touched his navel. Pearl wiggled her hips as he helped her out of her pants, then she sat up slightly as he pulled her shirt and bra over her head and flung them on the floor.
“Yeah,” he said as he stared at her naked beauty. Pearl had it. She had it all. From top to bottom she was a stunna and a work of art. Her body was strong and firm, and she was phatty exactly where it was necessary.
Menace dropped to his knees and tapped her leg so she could scoot to the edge of the bed. He gripped her curved thighs. He slurped at that pussy like a drowning man, licking her soft pink slit and swirling his tongue around on her clit.
Pearl was loving it. She was open and ready, purring like a cat, the honey in her spot bubbling over and spilling out on his sheets.
“Get the plastic,” she told Menace as he gripped himself and stood up, guiding his dripping dick toward the center of her caramel thighs. Damn that pussy tasted good. He was ready to slide all up in that. He left the bed and walked naked over to his dresser and got some plastic from his top drawer. He stood with his back to her, fingering the smooth package and wrestling with his dick and his conscience.
This was Irish’s daughter he was about to bang.
Pearl wasn’t no ordinary chick who he could roll in and outta his sheets, nor did he want to. He wanted to be with her. To know every inch of her and take damn good care of her. He wanted Pearl to be his.
Seconds later, Menace was back at his bed, wrapped up tight and ready to put in work. He stood staring down at the creamy package of goodness laying on his sheets. Menace dug the shit outta Pearl, and tasting her on his tongue was the sweetest thing he had ever done. She wanted him too. The way she wrapped her long legs around his waist and rode him as he entered her, her hands stroking his arms, her mouth latched on to his nipples, was proof of that.
They fucked slow and deep. Menace pulled out a couple of times just so he could love Pearl all over. He kissed and licked everything on her, including the soles of her feet. Pearl kissed him all over too. She lay down on the bed as he stood over her and sucked his dick into her mouth. She gripped his long black shaft with the rim of her lips, and tickled the head with her tongue.
Slurping and purring, Pearl opened her throat as Menace fucked into the warmth of her mouth. She had never tasted anything like his sweet black licorice in her life, and she would have been happy to suck him off all night.
But Menace had other plans.
He extracted his joint from her mouth and ran the head lightly over her lips. Tickling her chin, he slid his dick down her neck and over to her right breast. Rubbing the wet head over her nipples, Menace fucked her beautiful plump titties, teasing her sensitive nipples and dripping pre-cum all over them until they were hot and slippery.
Pearl gasped and moaned as her breasts got even fuller and her nipples hardened into miniature stones.
“Beat ’em up …” she panted, squeezing her legs together and pumping her hips into the air as her clit surged with need. “Beat these titties up!”
She lifted both breasts toward him as Menace gripped his dick and lightly slapped her nipples back and forth with his mushroom-shaped crown. With her breasts moisturized with his slick pre-cum, Menace held his dick like a bat and slapped and rubbed, slapped and flicked Pearl’s nipples, slapped and fucked into her breasts until she came, arching her back and crying out his name.
Menace was in total control as he pushed Pearl’s legs open wide and entered her. He fucked her with gentle passion and desperate need, making sure he covered all her spots and hit the back of her pussy with firm, deep strokes. He made her cum long and hard, time and time again, and he felt absolutely complete when he finally sucked hard on her neck and busted inside of her, his whole body trembling with love spasms, his heart beating fast against her soft, sticky breasts. Menace had never felt better in his life. Rocking with Pearl was more powerful than anything he had ever imagined.
But a few minutes later he felt guilty as fuck too. Irish was his street daddy. He trusted him to do the right thing by his daughters. And in the aftermath of the sweet love they had just shared, Menace grew cold on Pearl as deep shame crept up on him.
What kind of man, what kind of son, was he? He’d trespassed against Irish and repaid his kindness by fucking his daughter, even if she did have a big place in his heart. There was no way he wanted to be dicking Pearl under the radar. His debt to Irish was too big for that. His loyalty too deep. It had taken every bit of his gangsta, but Menace had sent Pearl packing.
“Rise and fly,” he’d told her coldly as she lay naked and intertwined in his sheets. The pain and confusion in her eyes was a pretty good match for what he was feeling in his heart.
“Time to go, Pearl. I got me a phat hottie on her way over here, baby, and Shawty ain’t no joke. Rise and fly.”
If Menace had never experienced the wrath of a chick who’d been tossed, he felt it that day. Pearl hadn’t jumped bad or talked shit, or even cursed him out, but the stunned, wounded look in her eyes had almost killed
him. She got up and put on her clothes quietly, and when she walked out of his door, for the very first time since the day he’d buried his precious mother all those years ago, Menace cried.
Pearl had cut his ass off after that. There were no more study sessions, no more late-night movies, no deep conversations, not even any admiration. She walked around him giving off hostile vibes like she had no respect for his humanity. Menace knew he’d hurt her young, tender heart, but he also knew it was necessary. Maybe later, he consoled himself. Maybe when she was older and out of her father’s house, and after he’d repaid Irish for his kindness and had something more to offer his daughter than sweet kisses and a stiff dick.
Menace tried to forget about Pearl, concentrating instead on his work at the center and graduating from college. Yeah, they crossed paths a lot still, but Pearl wouldn’t even look at him and she damn sure didn’t speak. He tried to stay cool with her anyway, afraid that Irish or Zeta might notice the sudden tension between them, but the only one who really seemed to notice was Diamond.
“You two been fucking?” she asked one day as he rang the bell and Pearl answered the door. As soon as she saw it was him she’d slammed the door shut and sauntered her pretty ass off toward her room.
Menace had pushed the door open himself, and shook his head as Diamond grinned from the sofa where she was playing with Sasha and Chante.
“What’s up with all that?” she said, giving him a devious look. “You got sweet little Pearl flossing? Walking around here slamming doors and shit, like she pay the rent?” Diamond giggled and crossed her long legs. “Yo, Pearl acting like you mighta gave her some of that.”
“You trippin’,” Menace had told her.
“No I ain’t. Pearl is trippin’. I’m just trying to find out why.”
Menace shrugged and tried to play it off, but a guilty conscience is a real bitch.
“What you doing here anyway?” he shot back grilling Diamond hard. “Somebody stole all the poles out the club? That’s why you finally came around to check on ya shorty?”
“Don’t be worrying about my shorty!” Diamond laughed as Menace walked away looking guilty. “My daughter is well taken care of!”
If Menace thought Diamond was gonna stop there, he was wrong. She had a grimy heart that fucked up heads. While Menace knew her and Pearl were close and the entire Baines fam had mad love for each other, there was some twisted shit in Diamond that had her feening hard for the street life. And no matter how much Irish talked and counseled her, she was attracted to the gutter and didn’t seem to mind living in it.
Plus, Diamond was manipulative and slick. She was so fuckin’ hot and had the kind of body that busted straight outta her clothes. Menace was a man, and of course he saw and appreciated her bold curves and stacked frame, but there was nothing about Diamond that made him want to lay pipe on her, and he didn’t have no problem breaking that shit down to her a few days later when he was doing some work at their crib and she bust up in the bathroom with him while he was taking a piss.
“Yo,” he said, still leaking and holding his dick as she barged in on him without even knocking. Diamond was naked except for a small hand towel that barely covered anything, and she made sure Menace got a good look at her big round titties and strawberry nipples. “Why’ont you chill the fuck out, girl? Get out. Be gone! Can a niggah piss in peace?”
“I didn’t know you was in here,” she said, grinning. Her hips were bodacious and the triangle between her thighs sprouted soft, neatly trimmed light brown hair. “I’m ’bout to take a shower. Wanna wash my back?”
The yellow bitch was bold, Menace gave her that. Irish and Zeta were right down the hall in the kitchen and Menace could hear them talking. He stuffed his limp dick inside his pants, then flushed the toilet and moved toward the door.
“Cover that pussy up, Diamond. You up in ya father’s castle right now. The strip joint is down the street.”
Diamond wasn’t even insulted. She laughed as she stepped in front of him, blocking the door as she peered down at his crotch.
“You’s a piper, Menace. You got a big dick on you. It’s nice and fat, even when it’s soft.”
Menace gripped her shoulders intending to move her out of his way, and that’s when Diamond made her move.
“Yeah, niggah!” she broke free and gripped his neck. She pressed her titties into his chest as she humped her naked pussy all over his thigh. “I been wanting some of your shit for a long time!”
Menace leaned back as she tried to kiss him and she nipped at his chin and licked her tongue across his cheek instead.
“You crazy!” he said as Diamond plastered her body to his, still grinding. He tried to push her away and ended up with a big soft titty in one hand, and the phat curve of her humping hip in the other.
“Sssh …” she giggled, trying to stay glued to him as he fought her off. Still attempting to kiss him, Diamond locked her lower leg around his and squeezed his thigh between hers, moaning as she rubbed her clit all over his pants. “Daddy’s gonna hear us …”
The words weren’t even outta her mouth good when a shadow fell across the bathroom door. Menace looked guiltily past Diamond and straight into the blazing eyes of her twin.
“Fuckin’ trick niggah!” Pearl muttered and shook her head in disgust. Her angry eyes raked over Diamond’s naked ass as Menace gripped her by the hip and arm.
Pearl smirked and shook her head. “I shoulda known you wasn’t shit.”
Pearl stood in the doorway of No Limitz watching Menace as the pain he’d caused her in the past came alive in her heart and replayed in her mind. She hadn’t seen him since her family’s burial. He had been a pallbearer for her father, and had gone up to the podium with countless others and testified about what a good man Irish had been.
Pearl had barely made it through the service. It was held in a large chapel in a funeral home because Zeta’s church didn’t have room for four caskets. Countless people had turned out to pay their respects and see the Baines family off, some coming from as far away as Europe. Irish had had a real long arm and an extremely giving hand. He mighta done the criminal thing during the first half of his life, but he’d cleaned it up royally during the second half, and nobody could deny the good that he’d brought to the people of his community.
Pearl had been freaked out at the sight of the closed caskets being rolled down the aisle, too horrified to imagine what the bodies inside must have looked like. Cole had to hold her up as large posters of her family’s smiling faces were placed on top of the caskets. Pearl had fallen out on the floor at the sight of Sasha’s school picture from the second grade. Her baby had just lost her two front teeth and she looked sweet and angelic in the photo that rested on her hand-carved, snow-white coffin.
And the burial had been even worse than the funeral.
The cemetery was quiet and Pearl had felt like she was moving through a thick gray haze. Her ears were buzzing as the preacher prayed over the bodies for the last time and the sympathetic mourners expressed their condolences into the grief-filled air.
All four bodies were being interred in the same burial plot, and when someone handed Pearl a bunch of roses and led her over to the edge of the grave, Pearl did more than throw the flowers down into the open pit.
Her baby was down in there! And so was her loving mother. Pearl reached out to toss the flowers, and in that instant something came over her and she wanted to jump down in that hole right along with them.
She didn’t even remember moving, but Pearl found that she had broken free of the gripping hands that had tried to hold her back. She plopped down on her butt and tried to slide into the open grave where her whole family was waiting.
“Baby, no!” mourners screamed and cried out as they lunged for her. The preacher sent loud prayers toward the heavens, and Pearl kicked her feet and dug her fingers into the fresh, soft earth, wishing she could go to sleep and let it cover her too.
She was hauled out of the grave dirty, sc
reaming and crying. One of the ushers got in and hoisted her out while another usher grabbed her arm and dragged her over the edge of the hole. Pearl lay at the edge of the grave and tasted dirt in her mouth. She plunged her face down into it, praying it would fill her throat and nose and choke the breath from her body so that they’d leave her right there where she belonged. Right there with her precious family.
Pearl was out of her mind with grief, and one of the church mothers knelt down beside her. She brushed the dirt from Pearl’s face and urged Cole to call an ambulance. Pearl remembered very little after that. She had been whisked off to the hospital and sedated, so she didn’t get a chance to talk to Menace at all. He had gone back to Philly without coming up to the hospital, and Pearl was so deep in her grief that she hadn’t even noticed.
Seeing him here now was a surprise. A good one, Pearl reluctantly admitted, but still a surprise.
Menace was the last physical connection that Pearl had to her past. He had practically grown up in her house and was her only living tie to her family, and that alone meant so much to her. Everything about him was familiar, and the firm but understanding way he handled the street-hardened youngheads sitting at the computers reminded Pearl why her father had loved and trusted him so.
“What are you doing here?” she blurted out the moment Menace was free. Their love-hate relationship had lasted for years and Pearl had gotten in the habit of spitting harshly at him whenever she spoke.