by Cairo
Six
I moan as Born swirls his tongue around my clit, then down and over my thick, juicy cunt lips. He slithers it into my wet hole. Ooh, fuck, my pussy’s so wet thanks to this niggah’s masterful tongue work. He gobbles my hot pussy like it’s coated with honey. Yes, goddammit! Do me right!
I thrust my hips up, pump my pussy in his face as I pinch my nipples. He grunts as he feasts on my coochie, suckin’ on my pussy lips, lickin’ my clit, then pullin’ it between his teeth . . . ooh, yes. This boy is young, but he knows how to eat the hell outta this pussy. But he ain’t know shit ’bout eatin’ pussy or ass-fuckin’ ’til I taught him how Big Booty likes it. Now the niggah’s a pussy-eatin’, ass-fuckin’ pro.
“Ooh, niggah, that’s it! That’s it! Eat that shit, lil’niggah . . . oooh, yes . . . do me right, goddammit . . . ”
I shut my eyes and rock my hips against his tongue thrust. “Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . . mmmph . . . make my pussy skeet . . . ”
He grunts, then stops lickin’. He comes up from between my thighs with his face glazed and sticky like a donut. His fingers are still stuffed deep in my pussy, massagin’ my spot. I hump and grind on his hand.
“You wanna see me skeet, niggah, huh?”
“Yeah, ma, nut on my fingers for me so I can lick that shit up.”
“Oooh, that’s right. Get that shit, motherfucka. Ooooh, I’m gettin’ ready to cream, niggah . . . mmm. Put your mouth back on that pussy and let me shoot my pussy juice in ya mouth.” He wraps his mouth around my pussy and gobbles me up, his tongue greedily flappin’ ’n lappin’ all over the place. “Yeah, get that shit . . . ”
My hips buck up off the bed as my cum gushes out, coatin’ his mouth, lips, and tongue. He swallows, then laps around my pussy and over my clit to get all of my drippings.
He sucks his fingers clean of my pussy cream, then licks his glistenin’ lips, rollin’ over on his back and grabbin’ at his hard dingdong. “Shiiiiit, that was good. You got my dick harder than a muhfucka. Now what you got for me, ma?”
I shift my body so that my face is directly in front of his hairy dick. I kiss the head. “For starters, head.” I kiss his dick again. “Then some pussy.” I kiss it again. “Then some of this deep, hot black ass.”
He grins. “Yeah, you mad freaky, ma. That’s why I love fuckin’ you.”
I smirk. And I love spendin’ ya money. And I’ma love it even more when I get my hands on that handbag. I lick up and down the sides of his dick. His medium-size balls are smoothly shaven. I flick my tongue over the head of his dick like a snake, slitherin’ around it, flickin’ his piss slit while massagin’ his balls. I jack him off in slow strokes as I lap at his balls, then take them into my mouth. I wet them up real good. I want that handbag so he will get the dick suck of his life. I wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft and take him into my mouth until I am swallowin’ him down. I make sure to give him all throat and tongue action as I hum and coax his swellin’ balls. He grunts and groans as I suck him harder and faster. He fingers my pussy as he thrusts his hips upward. I make all nine inches of his cock disappear.
Seconds later, his body is twitchin’ as I suck a new Louie bag outta him, swallowin’ and swallowin’ him down to the gristle. His dick gets harder and harder in my throat, the head swellin’ and sealin’ my airway. He slaps my ass.
“Aaaaah, fuck . . . aaaah, shit . . . suck that dick . . . ” I pull him from outta my neck, then look up at him. “Aye, yo . . . why you stop? That shit was feelin’ mad good. Get back on that dick, ma.”
“I want you to face-fuck me, niggah, and smack my pussy up,” I say, shiftin’my body around so that my head is hangin’ off the bed. He quickly hops up off the bed. His hard dick bounces excitedly. I lick my lips. “Feed me that dick, lil’niggah.”
I open my mouth as he positions himself over me. He eases his dick into my mouth, slowly. Slides it in deep, then pulls back out. He teases my throat. My pussy, my ass, my entire body is on goddamn fire. I want that motherfuckin’ handbag!
He lowers his balls into my mouth. “Suck them muthafuckin’ balls, baby.” I suck one in, then the other. With a mouthful of balls I make garglin’ sounds, then moan as he leans forward and slaps my pussy. He slaps it again, makin’ my clit swell. He pinches my clit, and I come, grindin’ my ass down into the mattress. A few minutes more and his balls are replaced with his cock. I reach up and grab his smooth ass, pulling him deeper into my throat.
“Aaah, shit, aah shit, aah shit . . . I’m gettin’ ready to bust . . . aah, fuck . . . ”
I keep suckin’ him, rapidly, tuggin’ at his balls until he spurts out a long, thick, creamy load of bitter cum that coats my tongue as it slides all the way down into my throat. Ugh!
As nasty as his nut is, I still gobble him up, then shift my body. “Niggah, you better buckle up. The party’s just gettin’ started,” I say over my shoulder as I hoist my ass up in the air. “Now go get a condom. And fuck me deep in my ass.”
He grins. “Yeah, ma . . . I’ve been waitin’ for some more of that.”
I know you have, niggah.
Anal sex, whew . . . I can’t get enough of it, boo. And Born can’t either. He loves havin’ his dingaling slurped up in this ass. Mmmph. But I know some niggahs who think assfucking is nasty. And there are some closed-minded bitches who think it’s nasty, too. They even feel if a niggah wants to fuck her in the ass that he’s probably on the down low, but, boo, them some real stupid bitches if you ask me. Ain’t shit downlow about a niggah wantin’ to feel a woman’s tight, hot ass wrapped around his dingdong from time to time. Now, if ass is all he wants, then, um, sugah-boo . . . you might have a potential problem on ya hands and you might wanna have a chat real soon, then monitor him closely. I’m just sayin’ . . .
But a niggah who enjoys ridin’ up in some ass to please his chick is always a delicious treat. And a bitch like me prefers bein’ fucked deep in my ass over givin’ up the pussy any day. Honeeeeey, with the right sized dick attached to a niggah who knows what he’s doin’, mmmph . . . he’ll hit spots you never knew existed. But the niggah must . . . repeat, must . . . know what he’s doin’. If he wants that ass, he needs to work his way to it. It’s his business to get you relaxed and ready. He needs to have you beggin’ him to fuck you in it. If he’s too rough or too eager, you need to toss his ass off of you ’cause the mofo ain’t ready for none of that tight, hot chocolate goodness.
Unless you have a well-primed asshole like mine, the last thing you need is to have some careless niggah rammin’ his dingaling up in you, tearin’ ya seams up. That will make for a horrible experience. And trust. There’s nothin’ horrible about it. That’s not to say everyone who tries it is gonna enjoy it, or wanna do it again. And that’s their right.
Bottom line, sugah-boo, ass-fuckin’ ain’t for everyone. And it ain’t somethin’ every niggah is worthy of. Oh, nooo, sugah, unless—again, you’re like me and prefer it in the ass over all other sex, you need to be picky about who you givin’ the ass up to. It’s all about trustin’ him to do you right, goddammit! And it’s somethin’ you have to want to try. You have to be open to it. You have to be comfortable with experiencin’ new things. Otherwise, if you an uptight bitch, you will not enjoy it. Mmmph. But get you a niggah who knows how to stroke that hole just so, and you’ll be in heaven, boo.
Born walks over to his jeans that are crumpled up in the middle of the floor and pulls out a condom. I eye his sexy ass as he tears it open with his teeth, then rolls the rubber down over his hard dick. In no time, he is back between my legs, his dingaling ready to drill all up in this bootyhole.
Ooooh, yes . . . the anticipation, the achin’ excitement, of bein’ deliciously stuffed with dick is causin’ my pussy to clench. JT did me right this afternoon. And now Born’s gonna do me right. And with the eighteen-hundred I collected from Born and the knot I got from JT’s crazy ass earlier, I’ma be able to snatch me up some heels, a handbag, a belt, and some new damn shades to match. And I might
even have a few dollars left over to hit up Walmart to pick up a new thirty-inch flatscreen for Elijah and Joshua’s room, since one of them bad-asses cracked the screen on the other TV they had. My goddamn kids don’t take care of shit!
Anyway, although I love fuckin’ and the smell of sex thick in the air, there’s nothin’ I love more than the smell of tax-free dollars, boo. And with the child support checks I get every month, along with the line-up of sponsors I have, I rake in a good five to six grand a month. And all I gotta do is keep it sexy; keep it wet, and always keep it ready!
I try to school these dumb bitches. You wanna run a niggah’s pockets, you wanna niggah to put a ring up on it, learn how to keep his ass on his toes. Fuck his ass silly. Keep that niggah hungry for more. And don’t ever, ever, not keep his dingaling wet. You do, and you’ll make room for another bitch to jump up and down on it. Or have another ho collectin’ that paper. And I’m not havin’ it. I’m tryna fuck and spend up a niggah’s cheddar-bake, boo. Thought you knew!
As I wait for my lil’ stud daddy to stretch up this ass, I play with my clit. My fingers slip and slide over it. My pussy, still gushy from his tongue-fuckin’, skeets again as I think about the ass-poundin’ he’s gonna put on me with that hard, thick eight-incher. Born has a pretty-ass dingaling. It’s a thick cocoa-brown slab of man meat that curves slightly to the left and has a mouthwaterin’ mushroom-shaped head attached. Oooh, I’ma wet, juicy mess.
“Pull open that fat ass for me,” he says, inchin’ in back of me. I reach back and pull it open for him, givin’ him a full view of my ripe, puckered hole. I clench and unclench it. He slaps it, then buries his face up in it, stabbin’ it up with his tongue, then a finger. The niggah already knows I’m ready. Shit, I’ve been ready!
And the key for beginners is to get ready. Rinse, relax, and lube it up, boo. Yes, hon, flush that ass out good, boo. Ya room shouldn’t smell like you rollin’ in a bucket of chitterlin’s, okay. So wash, rinse, flush, and wash again. No niggah wants shit all up on his dingdong. So don’t ever offer up no shitty ass. Well, not unless the nasty niggah is requestin’ a load of shit on his stick. Mmmph.
A good ass fucka will do whatever he needs to in order to get you in the mood. Lots and lots of lickin’ ’n kissin’ ’n fingerin’. Yes, goddammit. He should be slappin’ ya booty up real good before he dips his face between your cheeks and laps your hole with his tongue. Mmmm, yes . . . his strong fingers should dig into those humps as he licks and flicks, slurps and slaps, grabs and gropes. Ya ass should be his playground, boo. His hands, fingers, mouth, lips, and tongue should be all over you. Ya ass, ya pussy, ya clit, nothin’ goes untouched.
And there should be tons of dirty talk and loads of lube, boo. And not that ghetto lube, like Crisco, margarine, or lotion. Oh, no, boo. That’s a no-no. And definitely not a wad of spit unless you wanna get it in real gutter then, yes, let the jailhouse games begin and let the niggah split ya asshole down the seams, goddammit! Mmmm, on second thought . . . the idea makes my pussy purr. Yes, goddammit, I like it rough ’n dirty—rapid rabbit strokes or fast, long, deep thrusts. Feed this booty that dingaling, goddamn you! Make my pussy skeet, yessss!
Mmmph. But I also like it gentle ’n slow, boo. Yes, slow stroke this booty. Tip drill it. Slam in, slowly pull out. Slam in, slowly pull out. Oooh, yes, do me right! But no matter how I want it in this juicy ass, there must, must, must, be plenty of lube. Wet, Astroglide, Maximus, KY; it doesn’t matter. Whatever helps the dingaling glide ’n slide in this hole is all that matters. Personally, I use Platinum Wet or Eros Body Glide ’cause they’re high quality, long-lastin’, and ooooh so good. Yes, boo, the more slippery it is, the better; especially if ya asshole isn’t broken in right. And trust. I stay with a tube of lube and a butt plug in my bag. Always wet, always ready, sugah. Oooh, yes, goddammit!
Born slips two fingers into my pussy as he licks my asshole. I moan. Yes, hon, bein’ relaxed is a must. I shake my hips from side to side, clappin’ his face up. That’s his cue to serve me the dingaling. He pulls his fingers outta me, sucks ’em, then presses his dick in between my cheeks, squeezin’ them shut around his dick and glidin’ it back ’n forth across my hole. Oooh, the dirty fucka is teasin’ me.
“Put it in me now, goddammit!”
He slaps my ass, causin’ it to sting.
“Fuck me in my ass! Give me the dingaling, niggah!”
A good ass fucka will take his time with you, boo. He’s gonna want you to enjoy it as much as he does. Yes, boo . . . he wants to get all up in that ass puddin’ and pump his load deep inside you while ya pussy’s skeetin’ out that sweet, sticky cream. Yes, goddamn, you ain’t had an orgasm ’til you experience havin’ one outta ya ass ’n pussy at the same damn time.
I wind my hips. “Oooh, fuck me, daddy-boo.”
Born pulls open my cheeks, pushes the head in; pokes my hole up with just the tip. Real slow at first, then he speed drills it. All head. Pop, pop, pop!
“Yessss, goddammit!”
In and out!
In and out!
Oooh, yes!
My hole opens wider with every thrust. Once you get used to the sensation of havin’ a dick completely inside of you, you’ll welcome it, like I do.
“Is this what you want, ma?”
I gyrate my hips, then push back on that dick. I want it all in me.
Finally he grabs me by the waist and rams his dick deep into my ass. Sparks shoot through me. “Is this how you want it?” He bangs it into me. “You like it . . . rough, bitch?”
I buck back. “Yeah, you nasty motherfucka, fuck me . . . uh . . . ”
He grunts and groans with each thrust. “Aaah, shit yeah . . . take . . . all . . . this big . . . mmmph . . . dick.”
I snap my neck, glancin’ at him over my shoulder. “Niggah, puhleeze . . . mmmph . . . I can’t even feel that lil’-ass . . . ooooh . . . dick . . . aaah . . . ”
He slams in harder, slappin’ my asscheeks up. “Yeah, aiight, lyin’-ass slut . . . you know you feel this big-ass dick . . . up . . . aaah, shit . . . in them . . . mmmph . . . guts.”
“Give it to me, lil’ niggah . . . oooh, yes . . . ” He gives it to me harder, practically liftin’ me up off the bed with each thrust. “Is that all you got, lil’-dick niggah? Uhhh . . . mmmph . . . you better go back and find the rest of ya dick . . . ” I squeeze my ass muscles, grippin’ his cock as he moves in and out. He loves it when I call him all kinda lil’-dick niggahs. He knows and I know ain’t shit little about his dingaling, but it makes him wanna fuck harder hearin’ it, even if it is a buncha lies.
He grabs my titties. “Oh, shiiiiit . . . aaah, aaaah, aaaaaaah . . . ass is so fuckin’ . . . mmmph . . . hot . . . ”
“Yeah, niggah . . . you like that booty, don’t you?”
“Mmmm, fuck yeah, ma . . . uhhh . . . ”
He pinches my nipples as I pinch my clit. Pussy juice splashes outta me. He snakes his right hand under me and slips his fingers into my wetness. “Oh, shit, ma . . . ya pussy’s so gushy. Yeah, mmmhmm . . . cum all over my hand, ma . . . ooooh, shiiiiit . . . ”
He long strokes my hole. Pulls his dingaling all the way out, then rams it back in. I keep squirtin’. Oooh, he’s guttin’ me good, goddammit.
“Get it, Daddy . . . that’s it. Do me right! Just like that . . . fuck my shithole . . . ooooh, yes, goddammit . . . make it sizzle, lil’ niggah . . . ”
“I wanna nut in yo’ ass, baby . . . you gonna let Daddy nut up in this ass?”
I laugh inside every time one of these lil’ young niggahs calls himself Daddy. I know it’s all about strokin’ a niggah’s ego, so what do I care? I am a master at strokin’ big dicks and even bigger egos, boo.
“Give it to me, Daddy . . . bust all all that hot cream deep in this booty, boo . . . oooh, ya dick is sooo good, Daddy . . . I love it when you fuck me in my ass . . . thick, black dick all up in these guts, niggah . . . aaah, yes . . . ”
“Mmm, fuck . . . ” He’s ridin’ this big, juicy
caboose like it’s on fire. “I wanna get my nut all up in this hot ass . . . uhhh . . . ” ”
“Bust in my ass, Daddy . . . come on. Come on . . . give me that nut, boo.” I hoist my ass up higher.
His body jerks. “Ohhhh shiiiiiit,” he moans. “I’m cummin’. I’m cummin’.” I squeeze my ass around his cock, clampin’ down tight, releasin’, clampin’ down tight, releasin’ again. I milk his dick real good, gettin’ more turned on by the sound of the slush, slush, slurp of my asshole as he rams in and outta me. There’s lots of squishin’ ’n squelchin’ ’n skin-slappin’ ’n moanin’ goin’ on. It doesn’t take much longer before this ass heat gets the best of Born and has him nuttin’ deep in my ass, fillin’ the condom up with thick, gooey cream. His body jerks again, then shakes. “Ohhh, fuck!”
He keeps grindin’ and thrustin’ inside of me as I wind my hips. I am creamin’ again, outta my ass and pussy, all over his dingaling and fingers. He kisses the back of my neck and shoulders. His dick stays lodged in my ass ’til it softens and I squeeze it out.
Born collapses beside me, pullin’ me into his arms. I glance over at the digital clock on the nightstand. It reads: 2:40 A.M. It’ll be time to get my kids ready for school in fours hours.
I glance over at Born. His eyes are closed. He has his bottom lip pulled in. The niggah is still breathless. I grin. “You like that ass, lil’ niggah?”
He slowly opens his eyes, lookin’ dazed. “Whew . . . you . . . the . . . truth, ma,” he says in between gasps of air. He takes a deep breath, then slowly blows it out. “Yo, real shit, ma. Ya sex game is sick. I need you on my team on da regular.”
I smirk. Of course you do. They all want Big Booty, boo.
“Umm, Born?”
“Yeah, what’s good?”
“I need that handbag, boo.”
I grab his dick and start strokin’ it. It slowly starts to thicken. I lean over and cover his dingaling with my mouth, suckin’ hard, while teasin’ his swollen head with my tongue.