Born Sinners

by Marlon McCaulsky

  Thelma noticed her flippant tone, but she had no time to waste putting her in her place.

  “Good. And after you’re done with that, you can clean up the kitchen and bathroom.” Thelma added in for spite.

  “What? Mom, it’s Christmas day!”

  “And? I have to go to work! You wanna act like you’re grown then it’s time you start acting like it.” Thelma retorted as she picked up her bag and walked to the door.

  Eric doesn’t have a damn job and you’re pimping yourself working all these hours to support his unemployed ass, Stacy thought to herself.

  “I’ll see you later baby,” Thelma said to Eric and walked out the door.

  Eric turned and looked at Stacy on the couch. “Sorry about that baby girl.”

  “Whatever,” Stacy snapped dismissively. She turned her head and went back to watching T.V.

  Later that night, she indeed got up and was washing dishes at the sink. Stacy was pissed off, but then she felt a big, strong hand caress her ass, and she smiled.

  “I really am sorry, baby girl. You know how she can get when she’s mad,” Eric whispered as he kissed her neck.

  “I don’t care. I’m gonna be out of here soon enough anyway.”

  “So you gonna leave me, baby?”

  “You got Thelma here to take care of you, don’t you?” Stacy asked him sarcastically.

  “But she can’t do me like you,” Eric whispered as he slid his hands under her pants and panties and felt on her clit.

  Stacy put her head on his chest as her pussy got wet from his touch.

  “I don’t know what you see in her anyway,” Stacy mumbled and turned around as Eric unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. Stacy undid his pants, pulled his dick out of his boxers, and played with it.

  “You got that condom?” Stacy asked him as she squeezed it.

  “I told you we don’t need one baby girl. I know when to pull out.”

  “No, I don’t even play like that so put it on,” Stacy affirmed firmly. Eric knew he wouldn’t get any if he didn’t.

  Reluctantly, he went in his pocket and pulled out the condom. He opened it up and rolled the Trojan on his dick as Stacy sat up on the counter and opened her legs for him. Eric pushed his dick into her wet pussy and fucked her slowly.

  “Oh shit,” Eric moaned as he enjoyed her tight walls. He loved being with Stacy more than Thelma. The fact that she was only seventeen only fulfilled his nasty fantasy. Stacy had been messing with Eric for three months now as revenge for her mother’s rudeness to her. After 15 minutes of pumping in and out of Stacy’s wet pussy, Eric came in the condom.

  “Aahh!” Eric breathed heavily, enjoying his orgasm.

  Stacy smiled shamelessly after making this grown man whimper like a baby. Eric pulled out of her and Stacy got down from the counter and pulled up her jeans.

  “Can you finish cleaning up for me Eric?”

  “Yeah, I got ya,” Eric replied to her and she smiled and kissed him on the cheek. She went to her room to relax for the rest of the night.

  3

  Put It in Your Mouth

  January 1993

  Damien was dying to hook up with Stacy again. After that first mind-blowing performance she put on him at the house party, she had Damien officially sprung. He would never let Irv or Nard know that. Hell, he didn’t even want Stacy to know she got the best of him. He waited until after the holidays to call Stacy, which was three weeks after the house party at Nard’s place. He didn’t want to seem desperate to talk to her.

  Stacy answered the phone in the kitchen, “Hello?”

  “What’s up ma?”

  “Who’s this?” she asked, trying to catch the voice.

  “Who do you think it is, girl?” Damien replied.

  “Damien, what’s up baby? Why did you take so long to call me?” Stacy seductively replied. Just hearing her sexy voice over the phone made Damien’s dick hard.

  “You know a nigga had business to take care of. I had to get on my grind.”

  “Oh, I see. You don’t have no time for me?” She asked.

  “I’m making time right now. So what are you doing now?”

  Stacy looked down the hallway and saw her mother kissing Eric. She rolled her eyes thinking what a fool her mother was for putting up with his no-working ass. Eric was baking his own cake, eating it, and a cup cake too.

  “Nothing, I’m just here watching Yo MTV Raps. Why?”

  “I wanna see you.” He replied confidently. “Why don’t you come over to my spot and chill with me?”

  Stacy smiled to herself. She was happy for the attention.

  “You just wanna chill? You sure you don’t want something else?” She playfully crooned.

  Thoughts of the sex she gave him danced in his head when she mentioned that to him. He didn’t want to sound desperate so he played it cool.

  “Yo, just come over a’ight?”

  She smiled knowing he was anxious to see her. “Where are you at?”

  “I’m at my nigga Nard’s spot. Where the house party was.”

  Damien still didn’t want to show Stacy his messed up home. Besides, Nard’s place was fly and his mom was almost never home.

  “Okay, I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

  “Cool, I see you soon ma.” Damien hung up the phone and smiled at Nard.

  “Yo, she’s coming over right?” Nard asked him eagerly.

  “Yeah, she’s coming, but you gotta be cool my nigga. She don’t know you like that, so just let me do the talking. You got that hook up with that piece?” Damien asked him firmly.

  “Yeah, my cousin Dwayne is coming over here later with it.” He confirmed. “Does she got any friends that look like her?” Nard asked him.

  Damien shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know man. Maybe.”

  Nard was Damien’s boy, but Dame knew he was a bit green when it came to dealing with girls. Nard was a light-skinned kid that was slightly overweight for his 5’7” height. When it came to getting stuff Nard was the man, but with girls most of the time he had to trick on them just to get some play. Damien on the other hand had a natural charm with the ladies. He could get them to do almost anything he wanted without coming out of pocket.

  Like clockwork Stacy was over at Nard’s house within ten minutes and saw Damien, Nard, and Irv outside his brownstone blazing some weed. Even in the dead of winter Stacy still had to look sexy and fly. She was dressed in her purple bubble jacket, gold doorknocker earrings, and black skintight spandex pants that crept into the crevices of her pussy, making a shape that clearly resembles a camel’s toe. Damien brought her over there for two reasons: one, to make sure Nard followed through on his promise to hook him up with a gun, and two, to get Stacy’s fine ass back into Nard’s backroom again. Nard was staring at her crotch the whole time.

  “What’s up ma?” Damien asked as he licked his lips.

  “What’s up baby? You got me walking in this cold ass weather for you,” Stacy retorted with attitude.

  “Well let’s see if I can warm you up?”

  Stacy smiled at that idea.

  “Yo, these are my niggas Irv and Nard,” Damien said to her.

  “What’s up ma?” Irv said with the blunt still in his mouth.

  “Hey,” Nard nervously mumbled.

  “Hey, your party was the bomb the other night,” Stacy noted to Nard.

  “Yeah, it was,” Nard timidly answered, not knowing how to carry a conversation with a pretty girl.

  “Yeah, well let’s go inside for a minute,” Damien interjected as he shook his head and looked at Nard.

  “Okay,” Stacy replied as Damien took her hand and walked her inside.

  Irv frowned at Nard, “Nigga you act like you sacred of some pussy.”

  “Naw man!” he denied.

  Damien took Stacy to the same room they were in the night of the party and closed the door. Stacy took off her bubble jacket and laid it on the chair, and then she took off her boots. Damien stared at he
r round booty snuggled in her spandex pants.

  “So you been missing me ma?” he asked her.

  “Yeah, I was expecting to hear from you a lot sooner,” Stacy flirtatiously said with a smile.

  Truth was that Stacy had hardly given Damien much thought after the party. She had been too busy running game on some other niggas across town and getting mad gifts over the Christmas holiday. The night of the party Stacy just needed to get her rocks off. She knew Damien from school and had always thought he was cute. She had heard that he was hustling a little money, and she wanted to keep him in her back pocket for the future. Stacy knew if she could put it on Damien good enough he’ll come back for more. Now it was time to pull him in.

  “Like I said I had some business to take care of.”

  “That’s cool. I’m all about handling your business. I just wish you would’ve got at me sooner.”

  “Is there somebody else that got back to you sooner?” Damien asked.

  “Not really, but you know how niggas act. They talk a good game but don’t live up to it.”

  “So what’s so different about me?” Damien inquired.

  “You just know how to handle yourself and I like that. Even in school I used to like your style. I think you’re cool Dame. That’s why I got with you.”

  Damien smiled at her and then said, “I didn’t know you noticed me back then.” Stacy walked over to him.

  “I did. So tell me the truth Dame, have you been able to get me off your mind since the night we hooked up?” Stacy asked as she ran her finger over his lips and down his chest to his hard dick inside his pants.

  “Hell naw,” Damien said as he kissed her lips.

  Damien pulled her closer and palmed her fat ass with both hands. Stacy’s tongue explored Damien’s mouth. Then she kissed his neck making wet circles with her tongue. Damien was at an all-new level of horny bliss, and he was ready to pound Stacy’s camel toe again. He pulled on her pants and Stacy removed his hand. He stared at her thick and shapely legs.

  “What’s up?” Damien asked confused.

  Stacy pulled down her pants and panties all at once and sat on the bed. Her pussy was nice and moist.

  “Last time I gave you some, but this time you have to bless me.” Stacy retorted as she spread her legs.

  “What? You buggin’ ‘cause I ain’t doing that shit,” Damien firmly stated.

  “Then you must not really want this pussy?” Stacy affirmed as she played with her clit with two fingers.

  Damien had never gone down on a girl before and never thought he would. They used to clown fools that did, and would always say they’ll never do that. It’s funny how things change behind closed doors. There was no way he was letting that ass walk out of here.

  “A’ight, just once.”

  Damien made sure the door was locked, and then walked over to Stacy sitting on the edge of the bed. He got on his knees in front of Stacy and stared at her pink pussy five inches in front of him. Her sweet essence filled his nostrils and oddly aroused him even more. Stacy opened her legs further for him and spread her lips with her fingers. Damien didn’t know what to do, but he closed his eyes and tasted her. It was a weird taste in his mouth, but not as horrible as he imagined it would be. Stacy knew he had never given a girl head before, and decided to take him on a guided tour of her vagina.

  “Lick the clit first, Yeah, just like that. Slowly, and now make circles. Aahh, that’s it.” Stacy leaned her head back and put her hand on his head and guided him.

  The more he licked, the more Damien began to enjoy the taste of her juices, and the harder his dick became. Stacy moved her hips back and forth matching the long strokes of his tongue over her clit. Damien continued to lap up her juices like a Doberman Pinscher on a hot summer day.

  “Yeah, that’s it Damien, don’t stop! I’m cumming!” Stacy exclaimed.

  Unknown to them, Nard had come inside and was listening at the door. Damn, Dame must be tearing her ass up in there, Nard thought to himself. He didn’t have any idea what Damien was really doing to her. After fifteen minutes of cunnilingus, Stacy let Damien enter her missionary and he stroked her deeply. Damien’s nose was so wide open you could see what he was thinking and she knew it. She had him hook, line, and sinker.

  4

  Special Delivery

  January 1993

  After an hour of hot sex with Stacy, Damien was lying in bed with her trying to catch his breath. Stacy was only 17, but she knew how to handle herself in bed. Although he wasn’t a virgin, Damien had never been with a girl so experienced in sex before. Damien thought about how many other dudes she must have been with before him but didn’t care. No girl had made him feel so good, and besides, he went down on her and liked it. He wasn’t going to let her slip away.

  “So I’m gonna see you tomorrow a’ight,” Damien informed her.

  “Really, you don’t got any business you need to take care of first?” Stacy asked him sarcastically.

  “Naw, I just wanna see you ma. Oh, and you can tell them other niggas you talking to that they need to lose your number a’ight?”

  Stacy smiled at him, “Sounds like you trying to lock me down Dame. You want me all to yourself?” Stacy teasingly asked him.

  “You’re damn right ma.” Damien confirmed as he rolled over on her. She parted her thighs and he pushed his dick back into her wetness. His strokes were deep and hard.

  “Aahh, I’m yours baby.” Stacy moaned in pleasure.

  Damien had caught his second wind and gave it to Stacy hard and deep for another few minutes. Stacy knew the power of pussy and what she could do with it. She had Damien exactly where she wanted him, and that was under her influence.

  A few minutes later Damien and Stacy came back outside Nard’s brownstone and they saw Irv and Nard posted up. Stacy gave Damien a wet tongue kiss as Nard gawked at her.

  “I’ll call you tomorrow. Bye baby,” Stacy said to Damien as she walked away.

  “Alright.” Damien smiled, and then looked at Nard and Irv.

  “That’s how you handle them hoes. What happen to you nigga? I gave you a chance to holla at her,” Damien informed him.

  “Man, she wasn’t checking for me. She came here to break you off again,” Nard said.

  “Yeah, you’re right about that. I got ma sprung,” He bragged. “So is your cousin coming through or what?”

  “Yeah, he’ll be here,” Nard replied.

  About an hour later a red Mercedes-Benz with pitch-black tinted windows on chrome rims pulled up in front of Nard’s place. They knew to be pushing a ride like that, that Nard’s cousin must have been doing big things in the game.

  “Damn Nard, you ain’t said your cousin was rolling like that,” Irv droned.

  Damien knew just by the way Nard’s cousin’s car was pimped out that he had to be a major player in the game. The doors opened and out stepped Dwayne ‘King’ Smith. He was well-dressed and wearing a diamond encrusted Jesus medallion around his neck. Dwayne had on a pair of dark Versace shades. Damien immediately recognized him from the party Nard had thrown. At first he had thought he was an easy mark before Dwayne stared him down. Damien wondered if he would try and do something to him for staring at him like he did, and he prepared for the worst just in case. Dwayne did indeed recognize Damien too and he grinned to himself. Dwayne immediately recognized the hungry in his eyes that night and he knew Damien had potential.

  “What’s up cuz?” Dwayne said to Nard as he gave him some dap.

  “What’s up Dwayne! This is my niggas Damien and Irv,” Nard introduced them. Dwayne looked at them and nodded, “What’s up?”

  “Chillin’,” Irv answered.

  Damien gave him a head nod back, not showing any signs of weakness in front of him. If it was going to be a problem, he was more than ready to solve it.

  “Yo, my cousin said you looking to get your hands on some steel?” Dwayne inquired.

  “Yeah that’s right,” Damien coolly answered.

 
; “You putting in some work or are you just try’na murda someone?”

  “I’m try’na do whatever the occasion calls for. A nigga can’t be too prepared,” Damien responded.

  Dwayne smirked at his confidence. “Yeah you’re right about that. So what y’all niggas slangin’?”

  “Whatever we can get our hands on,” Irv replied.

  “So you niggas into that nickel and dime shit?” Dwayne asked.

  “For now,” Damien confirmed. “Looks like you big time my nigga. What you holdin’?”

  “Me, I work for Bishop.”

  Everybody knew that Bishop had Harlem on lock. For the past four years Bishop had been running Harlem and parts of Brooklyn with an iron-fist with his crew known as Da Untouchables. Bishop was an old school hustler that came up in Harlem and was down with Leroy ‘Nicky’ Barnes in the late 70’s. Before Leroy Barnes was arrested and turned state evidence against The Council of Seven, Bishop went down south to Baltimore and laid low for over a decade, while the FBI indicted 44 other traffickers. 16 of them were convicted, while Bishop slipped through the system.

  “Word? You’re connected like that my nigga?” Damien asked.

  “What do you think? I’ll tell ya what, I can give you that piece at a discount price or I can put you down with Da Untouchables if you got the heart for that,” Dwayne said to Damien.

  “I see y’all doing big things. So what would I have to do to be down?”

  “This is grown man business. You think you can deal with that?” Dwayne asked Damien.

  “You have no idea my nigga,” Damien coldly responded.

  Dwayne started into Damien’s eyes and once again saw that hungry for more. Dwayne had a knack for reading a person and knowing if they were real or faking the funk. Damien gave him the vibe of a true street solider in the making. He knew right then he would be ready to put in some work.

  “Alright, meet me tomorrow at 1 p.m. on Lenox and 125th. We’ll see if you can live up to your hype. I’ll holla at you later Nard.”

  “Alright Dwayne.” He walked back to his Benz, got in, and drove off.