Butterfly Bitch!

by Wahida Clark

  “Girl, what was that?”

  “That's a woman's orgasm,” Kathy responded as she panted for air.

  “I'm talking about this stuff on my face.”

  Kathy laughed. “You hit my G-spot.”

  Kathy leaned up and licked her juices from Butterfly's lips, still turned on. Butterfly thought she was a nympho. Kathy went and turned the lights off and then started to undress Butterfly, who laughed because she was still embarrassed and thought this was all crazy.

  “What are you doing, Kathy?”

  “Just hush up,” Kathy said playfully.

  Butterfly lay on her back after she was completely naked. Kathy trailed her fingers gently over Butterfly's skin and her goose bumps loosened. She kissed all over Butterfly's nipples, and she kissed the softest and fluffiest lips she'd ever kiss before. It was more than thought-provoking, that lips could be so powerful, soft, succulent and fluffy all at the same time. Kathy made her way down to Butterfly's teeny-tiny penis and rested it in her mouth. She ran her tongue under the head. It felt incredibly good!

  “Girl . . .” Butterfly wasn't too sure of the feeling and the feeling was heightened when Kathy stuck three of her fingers in her ass and started to fuck her with them while she fondled one of Butterfly's breasts with her free hand.

  Butterfly felt her whole body throbbing uncontrollably and she beat her thighs into the whirling of Kathy's tongue and her fingers that slammed into her ass. Butterfly couldn't contain it anymore. She shot a wad down Kathy's throat, and she bit down on her own clothes so that she wouldn't cry out! As Kathy's tongue lingered and whirled, she had Butterfly in the grips of a screeching orgasm three minutes later.

  “Kathy, that was wonderful!” Butterfly said. Kathy spit out her cum in the trashcan, and then she lay at Butterfly's side trying to catch her breath, as well as Butterfly.

  “I thought it would be. You know there's more,” she said.

  Butterfly thought there was no way in hell that she was going to fuck a girl. It was unlikely to happen anyways, because her dick was so terribly small.

  “I'm fine with what we've just done.”

  “Damn, I needed that!” Kathy exclaimed. She couldn't help but think how very tired she was of fucking her husband. She had been taken with having an excellent body, and she worked out and took supplements to achieve those results. Her husband, on the other hand, couldn’t care less, and plus, Kathy had other needs. She had a hunger that was exciting, adventurous, and wild. She just wasn't able to tell him that she thought about Butterfly, Lazy Eyes, and now Atwater, when they had sex.

  “You have a freak inside you, Kathy.” Butterfly laughed so hard and full that it was impossible for her to stop laughing.

  “You laugh like that's bad or something.”

  “It's not that at all. But I should've known something was up with you. You have that perfect body, and you can't keep it preserved like that for nothing.”

  “It is for nothing. I’ve tried to be honest with my husband one time, and I told him that maybe we should consider becoming swingers. And he went berserk.”

  Butterfly laughed. “What did you think he'd say?”

  “I don't know. I didn't even think about it.”

  “I can't believe we just did that. But I can't lie, it was different.”

  “Different? Is that all?” Kathy was shocked and pleased as well.

  “I don't think women are for me. I'm strictly-dickly.” They laughed and Kathy sat up.

  “How is it being with black guys?”

  Butterfly couldn't believe the question. “You've never slept with a Black man?”

  “You had never slept with a woman, so don't act surprised.”

  “That's fair. But it's different.”

  “Here we go with it's 'different' again.” They laughed.

  “Not like that, girl. I mean, my first love, Clayton was white. I've had sex with him a thousand times before. It's different with him and Black men because Black dick feels like fire’s inside you.” They laughed.

  “How was Lonny?” Kathy's eyes said it all.

  “Girl, don't tell me you were barking up that tree?”

  “I can't lie, Bobby. I wanted him so bad! He had the sexiest eyes and smoothest voice. My god—I wanted him.” They laughed.

  “He was . . . I think he was the best ever.” Butterfly wasn't lying. She could remember how he would slam dick into her without end. Damn she still missed him!

  “Was he big?”

  Butterfly shook her head wanly and smiled. “My—I'm missing out on life!”

  Kathy was a true friend. She had shared such a wonderful and vivid experience with Butterfly that would never be forgotten, and she wanted to share something very special with Kathy in return.

  “I have something for you . . .”

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Naughty . . . Again And Again . . .

  The day was still young, and Atwater had to go on what the prison called a Merry-go-Round, which was when an inmate who was about to get released had to go to each department and have them sign him out. He also had to pack out all of his belongings and get everything ready so that he could leave.

  He didn't have to go to work anymore, and he knew that even on the streets he'd miss Butterfly's sweet ass for however long they'd be apart, which wasn't that long, considering that she was about to get released in one month.

  So he headed over to their honeycomb hideout. When he went to the door of the chapel's library, the 'Do Not Disturb' sign was on the door, and for a minute it threw him for a loop. Atwater placed his ear to the door, but he couldn't hear anything. So he lightly tapped on the door, and seconds later, he heard Butterfly whisper, “Mace, is that you?”

  “Yeah.”

  Butterfly unlocked the door and pulled him in.

  Once he was in, candles lit up the room and Butterfly and Kathy were butt naked. They lay on the floor! His jaw dropped in sheer disbelief.

  Kathy had always been somebody who had a perfect body, and he had caught himself on a thousand occasions imagining having sex with her. And her body looked ten times better naked. She didn't have an ounce of body fat, and her body had curves in all the right places.

  “What are you all doing?”

  Butterfly laughed and lay back down with Kathy. They kissed. Kathy pushed Butterfly onto her back and climbed on top of her while she grinded her hips against Butterfly. The mere scene made Atwater's penis stiffen in his pants, and he wanted in!

  “Atwater, aren't you going to join us?” Kathy asked, wagging her ass as if it were a tail.

  Butterfly laughed because she knew this would be the perfect present she could give the both of them.

  “What?” he asked, still in disbelief.

  Kathy got up and grabbed him. She didn't kiss him or anything, but she went straight for his pants and snatched his dick out before he could even protest.

  “Your dick is gigantic!” she said and slammed it into her mouth.

  Butterfly went around to indulge in a tasty bit of Kathy's sapping pussy, and the shit was so raw and savage to Atwater!

  Kathy placed a condom on him and pushed him down into a chair and turned around to ride him reverse cowgirl. She guided his dick inside herself and rode him while she kissed Butterfly.

  “Your dick is like fire!” She slammed her hips down faster into the pending tide. Her body lurched and twisted and she wrung herself of a blinding orgasm as she squeezed Butterfly.

  Kathy was so drenched that she collapsed on the ground.

  “You can't hang,” Butterfly said. Atwater laughed.

  Butterfly got on all fours, and after Atwater changed his condom, he kneeled behind her and slammed his dick in her. He fucked her fast and hard and the erotic grunts brought Kathy out of her fatigue. She was revived by the moans between the two.

  Butterfly looked back at Atwater and gave it back to him as much as he had given to her. She was feral and savage.

  Kathy played with her soaking wet pu
ssy, and she wanted to feel Atwater's ramrod again, or feel Butterfly's fluffy lips! She lay down in front of Butterfly, and Butterfly feasted on her buffet.

  Atwater felt the condom burst, and he stopped to put another one on. But while he was putting another one on, Butterfly and Kathy lathered his dick with kisses between the two of them . . . dick worship. He could have split both of their heads if he nutted in their faces, but Butterfly kept coaching Kathy to let Atwater fuck her in the ass. It was too much to think about getting his massive member inside her little asshole. But Butterfly wouldn't accept no, and after Atwater sat back down, Butterfly greased Kathy up and guided Atwater's dick into her ass.

  Kathy had to sit up while holding the arm of the chair and resting her feet on Atwater's knees. At first she rode him slow, because his dick was just too big for her. But once Butterfly administered her tongue while Kathy was riding Atwater, Kathy loosened up more and bounced up and down on his dick as fast as she could while Butterfly sucked on her clit. When the contractions of a swift orgasm hit her this time, she gushed all over the place. While she came, Butterfly and Atwater hugged her between the two of them as they kissed. Kathy joined into their kiss, and all three of them were kissing and fucking and the day was naughty!

  Don’t Leave Him With Nothing…

  Atwater told Butterfly to come back to the chapel after lunch. They had much to talk about. He went back to the unit and thought about what had just happened, and it was an occasion to celebrate. But he had one more day to wait before then. And he had to keep something for Shonda when he went home. He couldn't go home and be shit-faced.

  After lunch, he went back to the chapel, and it was just as he thought. Butterfly lay naked on the floor. He didn't have anything left after the earlier escapade that day, and he had much to talk to her about. But Butterfly wouldn't relent. She wanted to suck his dick for what seemed like endless hours, and he nutted two more times. Atwater didn't even know he could nut that much, but Butterfly knew a technique which didn't matter if he had just nutted; she'd use her tongue to tickle the sensitive part of his penis until it stiffened again. She'd keep this up for as long as she liked. He felt she could make him nut twenty or more times, even if nothing came out!

  “Suck that big dick!” he coached her and nutted again. “Damn, you got my shit tender as fuck!” And he nutted again.

  He had to pull her up because there was no end to her industry. And he needed more brains than wit because he had to talk to her.

  “Damn, you ain’t trying to leave nothing for Shonda?”

  “Now why would I do that?” Butterfly didn't even look convincing.

  “How did you get Mrs. Hoover in here?”

  “She came on to me! You know I'm strictly-dickly. But did you like it with her?”

  “Fuck yeah! She had some wet ass pussy, but her ass ain’t like yours.” They laughed.

  “We have to concentrate. I go home tomorrow. And you'll go home on the 16th of August. I got some plans for you.” Atwater snatched his dick out of Butterfly's hands. “Stop fucking with my dick! Stay focused for a minute.”

  “What!” Butterfly was mad because she wanted to get fucked again. She didn't want to hear of his endless plotting and planning. He was always scamming on something.

  “Have you ever thought about being a pimp?”

  Butterfly thought the question wasn't only crazy-funny, but she thought it was completely ridiculous! “Are you out of your mind?” she said as she laughed.

  “Do I look like I'm laughing?” Atwater was dead fucking serious.

  “Hell no, I haven't thought about being a pimp!”

  “That's right, because I'm the muthafuckin’ pimp, and you're going to be my bottom ‘ho.” Atwater was convinced. He wouldn't let his bitches plot or rebel or even think about bucking.

  “Mace, I ain’t ‘hoing for you or nobody!” It was too much to think about Atwater wanting their relationship to end on such a horrid note.

  “You still don't trust me? You still don't understand greatness when it's right in your face? You still don't know when you're amongst the stars? You still don't understand when the sun is shining on your pretty face? You still don't understand that I'm not going to put either of us in harm’s way? You still don't understand that I've taken you as the pupil of my eye, and tended to your every need? I've been your counselor, your spiritual adviser, your financial adviser and you'd still question me! You think I'm just made of dick and bubble gum? Everything I do is for power and prestige. I haven't done this eighteen year bit to return to the streets and be a fucking gnat on the wall. I'm including you in my endless hours of research and ruminating mind to get everything your heart could ever desire. And you're still questioning me?” Atwater was livid, or at least that's how he was acting. He had known Butterfly too well, and he knew what she'd say before he even asked her. He had silenced her and he knew he had her.

  “I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that.”

  “You meant it like that!” He got up and dressed as if he was going to leave.

  “I'm sorry. Don't leave me! I'm sorry. I'll do it, Mace. I'll do anything you want. Anything!”

  Atwater turned his back to Butterfly because it's exactly what he wanted to hear. It's exactly what he had plotted to hear and it fell right into his lap.

  He turned around. “What did you say?”

  “I said I'll do anything you want. I'm sorry, baby.” Butterfly hugged him and held him close.

  “You'll fuck a hundred men and will do it happily if I tell you?”

  “I'll fuck a thousand men if you want me to.”

  Atwater studied her to see if there was any sincerity in what she said. The truth couldn't have been gleaned any easier. Butterfly was his bottom ‘ho.

  “You won't ever question me again? You'd walk naked in the bitter cold until your toes blistered and bloodied and you would know that I have the map to the treasure; and you'd follow that map until we got that treasure?”

  “I'd do it, Mace.” Butterfly kissed him on his neck. “I swear to god I'd do it!”

  “Good, because I have a plan.”

  An hour later, Atwater said goodbye to everybody on the compound who was his friends. He had hit a couple of laps with Craze-zo and told him that when he got out in one year, he could come and live with him and get money. Atwater then went to his brothers in faith and gave them things, and said his goodbyes. He was just anxious, weary, and sleepless. He couldn't wait to get out and prove his merit.

  He only had one person who was above all others on the compound who he wanted to see and nobody else mattered. It was Old School. At 7:00 p.m. he had snuck up on Old School in the law library, who was reading the Wall Street Journal.

  “I don't pray, I prey,” Atwater said behind Old School’s back, and Old School laughed.

  “Prey on the weak, not the strong and the wise, because who else is going to rule the world.”

  Atwater hugged him and sat at his side. “I'm out tomorrow, Old School.”

  “Seems like you're going to be leaving me, little brother.”

  “But not for long. I have something for you. And I ain’t like all these pussy ass, weak muthafuckas who say one thing, but when they get out, they do something else. Old School, with my hand over my heart and my hand to Allah, I'm going to get you out of here.”

  “Sounds like you're saluting an Amerikkkan flag.”

  “I'm saluting an American hero. I owe you everything. You developed me from nothing.”

  “The talent has always been there, Atwater. It's in all the brothers, the Hispanics, and all the other underprivileged, but there are those who'd want to keep them in place. Riddle me that.”

  Atwater smiled cleverly. “I'm going to get you out.”

  “The powers-that-be . . .”

  Atwater interrupted him. “I'm gone, Old School, and I don't want to hear any bullshit defeatist shit. I got you, and you should know that's coming from a man's mouth. You taught me that a real man's words have ma
gical properties to them that could make the impossible possible. Just know that I'm a real man, and it was you who birthed me. You gave me the real resurrection.”

  Old School had tears in his eyes, and he knew that Atwater was the son he'd never had.

  Atwater got up to leave. “I'll see you on the streets.”

  And that was all that needed to be said. The rest was understood.

  Chapter Forty

  And It Was As If—As If, He Had Never Left

  Atwater couldn't sleep the whole night. He had been so anxious that he tossed and turned in his bed. To kill some of the tension he was feeling, he had gotten out of the bed around dawn and did push-ups.

  Morning had come, and he was out of the cell as soon as the doors popped. He made his rounds around the prison and said goodbye to everybody except Butterfly and Old School.

  At 9:00 a.m. he dressed out in Ferragamo threads that Shonda had sent him. Atwater had been processed out of prison, and he stepped out into freedom!

  Shonda had pulled up in a crispy white 2014 Mercedes Benz S550. She jumped out of the car and ran into his arms. She didn't even have time to remove her Prada Aviator sunglasses as she held on to him as if life had stopped moving for her.

  “You're finally home!” She couldn't believe it.

  “And they'll never take me again. Damn, you look good!”

  He did a once-over, and she was fine to death. Her hair was pinned down to one side and cascaded over her shoulder in long, soft waves. She wore a black lace blouse that displayed her breasts with taste and a knee-length dress with black platform sandals, earrings, a heart pendant attached to a thin gold chain that hung to her belly, and an edgy and elegant perfume.