Big Booty

by Cairo

  “What. Da. Fuck!” he spits, breathin’ heavy. We all outta breath. But we fightin’ like wild dogs. Sweatin’ like three grizzlies. “I‘m tryin’ not to fuck y’all up, but both of you really askin’ to get beat da fuck up.”

  “Fuck me up, niggah!” I snap, swingin’ a fist. He blocks it. “Do me good, goddammit!”

  Day’Asia hits him in the back of the head with a stick. And he still ain’t tryna hit us. Bless his heart. But we servin’ him all kinds of fist work and he knows he gotta choose which one of us he gonna swing off on if he wanna keep standin’. He punches Day’Asia and knocks her ass out. Then raises his hand up to me, but stops himself.

  I scream on him. “Niggah, you done punched ya sister’s lights out! You not supposed to ever put yo’ hands on her! Is you fuckin’ crazy?!” He starts blockin’ my punches.

  “Yo, go ’head, Ma,” He uses his forearm to push me back. But I come back swingin’ harder and faster. Cussin’ him out for punchin’ his sister like that. She still ain’t movin’ and I don’t know if she dead or what. And I’m pissed.

  “Yo, what da fuck was I ’posed to do, stand here and let y’all hook off on me like that? I was tryna help her dumb ass. She’s da one who called me early this mornin’ all scared ’n shit, askin’ me to come over here and make sure shit ain’t get hectic. And here you are chokin’ her out and all I do is try ’n help her ass and both of you flip da switch on me. Fuck outta here. Both of you are fuckin’ crazy, yo. I’m outta dis muthafucka. Don’t call me for shit, yo!”

  “Bounce, niggah! I ain’t call ya ass to come over here in the first place! Day’Asia’s ass did. I told you this shit was between me and her. Next time stay the fuck outta it!”

  His neck and face is all clawed up. If I had my mace, I’d do him up real good.

  “Whatever, yo,” he snaps, throwin’ a hand up. “I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ either one of you. I’m done!”

  “Niggah, be done and stay done then!” I yell, grabbin’ the garden hose, turnin’ the water on then, hosin’ Day’Asia down ’til her eyes finally snap open. She gasps for air, coughin’. “Get yo’ stank ass up and come the fuck on in this house.” I drop the hose, struttin’ toward the patio door. “And you better not get water on my goddamn floors.”

  Forty

  Oooh, wait a goddamn minute. Did I ever tell you how sexy I am? Did I mention that I have a bangin’ body to go along with all this sexiness? Mmmph. I stay turnin’ heads, okay. And today is no different than any other day when I’m out poppin’ ’n bouncin’ my ass.

  Today I happen to be in the mall, Short Hills—of course, loaded down with bags. I know, what else is new? What. Ever. Anyway, I’m surprised at how many niggahs are out here on a Thursday mornin’ shoppin’. The weekdays are usually reserved for the white bitches with nannies and housekeepers, which is when I like to come out and get my shop on. But today feels like niggah central up in here. And it’s only a lil’ after twelve.

  Mmmph. I love me some Mall at Short Hills. It’s real classy. And you ain’t ever gotta worry about no drama hoes comin’ up in here tryna rah-rah it out. Oh, no. They keep the hoodrat trash out.

  All I know is, I don’t need to be up in here today droppin’ heavy dollars. And I’m hopin’ like hell that I can recoup the four grand I done spent in here today. Shit, after that fight—well, it really wasn’t that much of a fight, more like a beatdown since she didn’t fight back—I had with Day’Asia last week, I needed to treat myself to a few new trinkets. So here I am. But I did buy Day’Asia a few things, too. Not that she deserved a goddamn thing ’cause she’s still on my “beat-a-bitch-down” list. But since she’s back home I can’t have her lookin’ any ole kinda way. Shit. If I’m fly as ever, my kids gotta stay fly, too. That’s how I do it.

  But if I gotta toss ya ass out on the streets, or shut you down ’cause ya black ass tryna get grand ’n grown, then you can look like hot trash for all I care. I bet you, Miss Day’Asia will think long and hard before she tries to do me again. Anyway, I went into Macy’s—’cause she ain’t ready for Bloomies or Saks. And she definitely ain’t ready for Gucci or Louie—to shop for her. And hope I don’t have’ta rip the shit off her ass for tryna do me any time soon. I promise you, the next time I gotta hop on her ass I ain’t gonna be nice about it.

  So far, her ass ain’t been doin’ nothin’ but goin’ to school, comin’ straight home, doin’ her chores, and keepin’ her room clean, which ain’t hard to do since ain’t shit in it. The first few days I had her ass sleepin’ on the floor with only a sheet, blanket and pillow. But after a few days of that I broke down and bought a blow-up mattress for her to sleep on. But she ain’t gettin’ shit else up in there ’til she earns it.

  Sorry, but Day’Asia’s ass had it good. So if she wants the luxuries she once had bein’ back at home, then she’s gonna need to do what the fuck I say, when I say it and not try ’n do me with no drama. ’Cause you know I ain’t the one for it.

  Well, anywaaaay . . . of course Darius still ain’t speakin’ to me. And that bitch of his is eatin’ it all up, I’m sure. ’Cause that’s how that hateful bitch is. I ain’t seen her, but when I do I’ma punch her real good in her goddamn throat.

  I stop walkin’ to pull my ringin’ phone from outta my bag. I glance at the screen. “Hey,” I say, maneuverin’ my bags so I can carry them all in on hand. But I have too many.

  “Yo, where you at?”

  I frown. “Niggah, I don’t answer to you.”

  “Yo, go ’head wit’ that dumb shit. You free?”

  I glance down at my watch. It’s almost one. Oooh, I gotta get home soon. “No,” I lie, takin’ a seat on one of the benches. “Why?”

  “Yo what da fuck? I wanna see you, yo.”

  I smirk. “I need some money.”

  He laughs. “When don’t you? How much you tryna run me for now?” I tell him I need five grand. He sighs. “Yo, what da fuck you need so much money for? I bought that truck ya fine-ass ridin’ in, so you ain’t gotta car payment. You don’t have any credit cards. And you on section-eight, so ya rent can’t be no more than a few hunnid. So what da fuck is you doin’ wit’ all da paper I stay hittin’ you wit’?”

  I frown. “Niggah-bitch, don’t worry about my section-eight, or try to calculate my expenses. That’s none of ya goddamn business. You know I like nice things. And I have expensive taste, niggah. Now, if you sayin’ you ain’t beat to finance me, then say it so I can move on to the next.”

  “Yeah, aiight; talk that shit if you want, Cass. You gonna have me fuck you up, yo.”

  I laugh. “Oh, like you do ya wife, huh?”

  “Yo, my wife ain’t got shit to do wit’ me and you.”

  “Ya ass is crazy, niggah.”

  “Yo, fuck all that. I wanna fuck. My dick been hard all mornin’ thinkin’ ’bout fuckin’ you.”

  “And I wanna see five stacks. My wallet’s been on E all week, boo. You wanna ride up in this wet pussy ’n hot ass, then you already know what you gotta do. Finance this pussy, niggah.”

  He sucks his teeth, sighin’. “Yo, when da fuck you gonna be free today. I ain’t tryna hear all this other shit.” I tell him I won’t be free ’til later tonight, like around midnight, once my kids are all in bed, sleep. “Yeah, aiight. I’ma fuck da shit out’chu for makin’ me wait. Meet me at our spot. I gotta bounce.”

  We disconnect. I smile, gettin’ up to head toward the other end of the mall—knowin’ JT’s gonna fill my wallet. And stuff these holes. Yeah, but I need to stop fuckin’ with this nutty niggah!

  “Daaaaayum, Miss Simms?” I hear as I’m walkin’ by the Apple Store. I glance over my shoulder and see Beetle walkin’ out holdin’ the handle of a computer box in his hand. I stop in my tracks. He walks up on me and scoops me up in his arms. “You stay lookin’ good, ma. Damn you smell good.” He kisses me on the neck, then lets me go. My pussy puckers, rememberin’ all the fuckin’ we used to do. “How you been?”

  I eye him. Oooh, he’s
lookin’ delicious, standin’ here in a pair of True Religions, a brown Gucci pullover tee and Timbs. I eye the diamond cross hangin’ around his thick neck. “I’m good, Beetle,” I say, lickin’ my lips. He kinda reminds me of Jim Jones with all that sexy-thug swag. My cootie-coo starts to juice. Beetle’s quiet and laid-back, but he’s the kinda niggah that’ll shoot ya face off if you press him wrong. And he ain’t afraid to go with the hands if he has to, either. I’ve seen him stretch a few niggahs out in the bar, so I know how he does it. “And so are you, boo.”

  He grins. “Yo, that’s wassup. I see you out here doin’ it up as always.”

  I look down at my bags. “Oh this is light. Money’s low today, boo.”

  He eyes me. “Yo, you need sumthin’? I gotta few dollars I can hit you wit’.”

  I smile. See. If I was a messy bitch I would run his pockets. But ’cause Beetle gotta special place . . . between my legs, I ain’t gonna do him like that. Besides I already got JT’s wallet on lock tonight. So ain’t no sense in bein’ greedy. But I sure wanna fuck him one last time for old time’s sake.

  I glance over my shoulder to see who’s walkin’ up on us, then say, “Actually, I do need somethin’.”

  “No questions asked. I got you. How much you need? And if I ain’t got it on me, I know how’ta get it.”

  I step into him, then lower my voice. “I need some hard dick.”

  Oooh, my pussy’s on fire, goddammit! There’s so much smoke and flames shootin’ outta my slit I can burn down a forest. I’m ready to fuck!

  Beetle is butt-ass naked. His beautiful, perfectly straight dick points out like a thick arrow. I shouldn’t be fuckin’ him. This could fuck up shit with him and Darius down at the shop if it ever got out. The shit is dead wrong. But, Beetle feels sooooo good. His hard, tatted body pressed up against mine. His hands, his lips, his goddamn tongue, are all over me. And, ooooh, he’s doin’ me right.

  And there’s no time to listen to the naggin’ voice in my head tellin’ me to stop. Not when my hot juices are seepin’ outta my slit. Oh, noooo, sugah-boo. This pussy needs to be fed. This bootyhole wants to be stuffed. And my wallet’s on E. So, motherfuck the voice in my head. I’ma gobble up this niggah’s Mandingaling.

  I bend over and pull open my pretty brown ass, showin’ him the back of my pussy and the pink slit of my asshole. I tell him to come over and stick his tongue in it. Tell him I want him to dick ’em both down real good ’n nasty. He does what he’s told. Gives me the tongue work the way I like it. Sloppy ’n wet. His fingers, his tongue, go from my pussy to my ass, then to my clit.

  “Slide ya dick in, niggah. And give it to me deep, Daddy!

  My clit throbs. He slowly eases his thick dingaling in. Pushes the head in as I flip on my vibrator and roll it over my clit. I moan. “Yesssss . . . give it to me, boo . . . ”

  He pushes another inch in.

  I tighten my asshole around his dick; grip it, milk it.

  “Mmmm, shiiiit . . . this ass is . . . mmmph . . . goddaaaaayum . . . I missed this hot, juicy ass . . . ” He reaches up underneath me and finger-fucks my pussy. I click the vibrator on high, causin’ my clit to swell. “Oh, shit . . . yeah . . . and you got that nice, big, wet pussy, too; just how I like it . . . ”

  I grin.

  “ . . . Aaah, shit . . . this good ass is ’bout to make me cum, baby . . . you want this nut, ma . . . ?

  “Yessssss . . . ”

  “You want me to fill ya ass up with this hot nut, huh, baby?”

  “Yesssss, boo . . . bust in my ass, baby . . . let me feel ya hot custard coat my insides, niggah . . . ” I rock my hips, twistin’ ’n squeezin’ him inside of me. He tells me how tight this asshole feels around his dingaling. How hot ’n wet it is. He grunts. Slaps my ass, then my lower back, then my ass again. “Oooooh, yes, niggah . . . I love it my ass . . . mmmm . . . ” He grabs my asscheeks and leans forward, lookin’ down and watchin’ his dick disappear in my ass.

  In.

  Out.

  In.

  Ten inches of dingaling buried balls deep, tappin’ up my spine.

  “Ooooooooh, yes, goddammit . . . oh gaaawd . . . yes, oh yes, sweet laaaawd . . . ooooh, fuck meeeeeeee!”

  He slaps me on the ass, hard. “Yo, shut the fuck.” My pussy quivers as my clit aches with prickly jolts of ecstasy. Oooh, he’s doin’ me right. He wraps a handful of hair around his hands and yanks my head back like he’s holdin’ horse reins. And starts riding my ass, real fast.

  “HeeHaw . . . giddy-up, niggah . . . ride it, boo . . . uh . . . mmmm . . . oooh, yessssss. Long black dick all up in . . . uh . . . this booty . . . ”

  He clamps his thighs around my hips and jockeys-up on my ass. Gallop, gallop, pump, pump. He fucks my ass deliciously. He quickly pulls out, leavin’ my ass vacant, then flips me over onto my back. Real rough like; how I like it. He lifts my right leg up, kisses my calf, licks the sole of my foot, then slides my big toe into his mouth. I moan. He feels so good inside of me. He fucks me in this position for at least sixty strokes, then wants to change positions again to keep from nuttin’.

  He flips me back over. I reach up under me and spread open my juicy cheeks, pullin’ my legs back. He plunges back in, makin’ squishy-squish sounds with every thrust. I swallow him in my deep ass.

  Ohhh, yessss . . . ” I moan, diggin’ my fingernails into his back, clawin’ his back. The niggah loves feelin’ nails diggin’ in his back. He groans, poundin’ my hole with deep thrusts, rattlin’ the headboard.

  “Aaaahhh, fuck . . . shiiiit . . . ” I stare up at him as he twists his face up in all kinda crazy faces, like he’s constipated tryna push out a truckload of shit. He pulls in his bottom lip and bites down on it. “Aaaah, shiiit . . . ”

  He lifts both legs up, holdin’ ’em up at the ankles. I eye him, slidin’ the vibrator in my pussy. Allowin’ the sensation to beat against my walls and vibrate to my asshole. His chocolate-toned body drips with sweat, his rippled abs roll as he relentlessly pumps his dingaling in, stretchin’ my asshole to the limit.

  “Aaah, fuck, ma,” he breathes. “Ya shit is so good.”

  I reach up, slide my hands down his back and grab his muscled ass, pushin’ him deeper into my bootyhole. “Yessssss, do me riiiight, goddammit! Give it to Booty, boo.”

  Oooh, this niggah’s musky scent, the heat from his body and dingaling are doin’ me in. I inhale his sweet funk, lickin’ my lips. I can still taste him on my tongue.

  “Yesssss, boo . . . fuuuuuuuck me,” I coo, slidin’ my right hand along the crack of his sweat-filled ass, then put it to my lips and suck my fingers. He’s the first niggah I think about lickin’ out, pullin’ open his ass and tonguin’ down his man hole. I tell him this. And he fucks me harder.

  “Aaah, shit . . . you a freak . . . aaaah, fuck . . . ”

  “Yeah, that’s it, that’s it, boo . . . right there . . . yeah, get all up in that ass . . . ” I remove my right hand from his ass, slap my clit, then finger my pussy. Juices squirt outta me. Shoot up on his stomach.

  He pulls out again, tells me to suck my ass gravy off his dingaling. Yes, I’m fuckin’ him raw. Yes, messy, I know. But I don’t give a damn. I tongue wash his dick down, lappin’ at his balls, then cuppin’ them in my hand as I take him back down into my throat. His knee twitches. I grin, lookin’ up at him, suckin’ his dingdong like it’s a chocolate Popsicle. The tip of his dick hits the back of my tonsils and my pussy creams.

  I let out a moan. “Put it back in my ass, boo . . . ”

  He groans.

  “Daaaaayum, you ’bout to make me nut, baby . . . ” He tries to pull his dick outta my mouth, but I done latched on like a hungry newborn to a titty, suckin’ for dear life. “Goddaaaaaayum . . . oh, shit . . . oh shit . . . c’mon, ma . . . uh . . . you ’bout . . . aaah, shit . . . suck that shit . . . mmmm . . . I’m gettin’ ready to nut . . . ”

  I pull his dingaling outta my mouth, changin’ positions again. I am back on my knees. I arch my back, pullin�
�� open my ass. I twirl my hips.

  “Spit in my asshole, boo. Beat your dick across it, then give it to me balls-deep in my pussy.” I tell him this as he slides two fingers into my ass, then plunges into the back of my soppy-wet pussy. Not too many niggahs can handle this gushy cootie-coo. But he fills it up just right.

  “Damn, you gotta nice hot, wet pussy. Shit feels good. Fuck.”

  “Slap my ass. Make it bounce, niggah . . . . Aaah, yes . . . ”

  I bounce back on his dick, squirting my juices all over his dick while working my pussy walls ’til the niggah gets the shakes and starts stutterin’.

  “Ddddddddddddaaaaaaayuuuumn . . . aaaaaaah, ffffffffffuck . . . tttttttttthis pussy is ssssssssssssoooo muthafuckin’ good . . . ”

  He quickly pulls out, then splashes his thick, creamy cum all over my ass and lower back. I am cummin’ and cummin’ and cummin’ as he rubs his nut into my ass, then slips his sticky fingers into my mouth. I suck ’em clean. Then grin when he collapses on the bed next to me, tryna catch his breath.

  “Whhhhew, ma . . . ya sex ’n head game is right.” He pulls me into his arms. I press against his body and feel his heartbeat. “Dig, ma . . . I know we was gettin’ it in real heavy a while back, then you shut shit down . . . but I wanna keep gettin’ this shit on da regular; real shit.”

  I shift my body so I can look the niggah in his eyes. I kiss him on the lips. “You know we can’t, niggah.”

  “Yo, check this shit. We both grown, so it’s whatever. We can keep this shit on da low, feel me? This pussy is too muthafuckin’ good to stop fuckin’.”

  I grin. “Is that the only thing too good to stop fuckin’?”

  “Yo, what you think?”

  I reach for his dick and start strokin’ it. I smirk. “I think you need another round of this ass to know for sure if it’s good enough or not.”

  He glides his hand over my hip, then palms my asscheek. “Oh, I know how good it is, ma. Why da fuck you think I’m willin’ to put my friendship on da line to keep fuckin’ my boy’s moms?”