by Cairo
I abruptly get up off my knees and walk toward the bathroom. I can feel his eyes on the bounce of my ass. “Yo, why you stop?” he asks.
“I’ll be right back.” I go into my linen closet and pull out a bath towel set and a bar of soap, along with a new toothbrush, then turn on the shower. I walk back into the bedroom and hand them to him. “Here.”
He looks at my hand and frowns. “Yo, what’s this for?”
“If you want me to suck your dick and give you some of this pussy, then you need to go brush your teeth and take a shower, first, ’cause I can’t stand that damn weed smell. Maybe them young chicks like that shit, but I don’t.”
He looks at me stunned, but says nothing. He stands up, steps out of his underwear, leaving it in the middle of the floor and walks toward me. I try not to stare, but I am amazed at how defined and muscular his body is. His beautiful dick swings like a pendulum as he walks.
“You getting in with me?” he asks, stepping up into my space.
I shake my head. “No, I’m already showered. I’ll be lying right there—” I point to the center of the bed—“with my legs open, waiting for you to put your face in between them.”
I laugh at him as he races into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, he steps out smelling like Lever 2000. Lights…camera…action, let’s fuck ’n roll. I spread open and bend my legs at the knees, then pull them up to my chest. My thick, soft pussy lips immediately open to greet him. “Eat my pussy,” I whisper to him.
He crawls up onto the center of the bed, buries his face between my velvety smooth thighs, gives my pussy a deep passionate kiss, lovingly tonguing it, then opens his mouth and plants it over my pussy lips, darting his tongue in and out, lapping and twirling it around the insides of my pussy. I clench my walls in a greedy attempt to entrap his tongue. He feverishly sucks my cunt inside out. His mouth, his tongue, his fingers, play a sweet melody against my clit, causing a delicious current to rush through my body.
I let out a soft moan.
He replaces his tongue with two fingers, and slowly finger fucks me.
“Oh, yes…”
“You like that, don’t you?”
I moan again.
“Yeah, that’s right. Wet them fingers up.” He pulls them out of me, then slides them into his mouth, one at a time and sucks on them. “Mmmm, you got some sweet-tasting pussy.”
He lifts up, looks up at me. His lips shiny from the slick, sloppy wetness of my pussy. I reach for him, pull him up to towards me. Without words, he obliges. Hovers over me, and kisses me. He slips his cum-soaked tongue into my mouth. The scent from my pussy is heavy on his breath. And it is turning me on.
I extend my right arm, feel for one of the condoms that are on the nightstand and grab one, then hand it to him. “I’m ready to feel that dick in me.” He tears it open with his teeth, rolls it on, then aims his engorged dick at my eager hole. He pushes in. I feel the stretch, and the heaviness of his dick as he plunges it into me, then quickly draws it back to slam it in again. “Oh, yes… fuck me…”
Twenty minutes later, I am on top, straddling his cock, swallowing every inch of him into my overheated, steamy pussy. He licks his lips, closes his eyes, gives into the feeling of being engulfed by flames of desire. “Oh shit,” he moans. “You got some good pussy, baby.” I smile, knowingly, clamping my muscles around his dick. I bounce up and down on him. Wind and grind down on his shaft.
“You wanna keep fucking this pussy?”
“Hell, yeah…fuck…oh, shit…”
He reaches up underneath me, grips my ass. “That’s right, squeeze that ass, nigga. You wanna put your dick up in that, don’t you?”
He lets out a deep moan.
“Oh, fuck…you riding the hell outta this dick. Oh, shit…”
I slowly turn my body around on his young, virile dick, then lean in and brace my hands on the shins of his legs. I continue bouncing up and down on him, giving him a back shot view of my pussy slurping in his dick. I ride him fast and hard until his body begins to shudder and he busts his nut.
“Aaaaaah, shiiiiiit…Aaaah…aaaah, fuck…” When he stops shaking, I lift myself up off of his dick, then climb off the bed. “Damn, that shit was good,” he says, catching his breath.
“Oh, the party’s just getting started,” I coo, opening up the bottom drawer of my nightstand and pulling out a jar of anal lube. “You still got this ass to fuck. And there are still three more condoms to use after that. And you’re not leaving up out of here until we use every last one of ’em.”
And with that said, Q pulls the wet, sticky condom off of his still rock-hard dick, tossing it on the side other side of the bed and replacing it with a new one. I climb back up on the bed, place the jar of lube next to me, then arch my back and spread my ass cheeks open.
“Stick your tongue in my asshole, first,” I say over my shoulder. “Get it nice and wet, then put some of that lube in it. I want you to get it nice and slippery, working that hole open with your fingers, then run that big dick up in it until my pussy nuts.”
When he finally gets his dick in my ass, I think I bug him out when I start slamming my hips and bouncing my ass back on his dick, talking real nasty and freaky while cumming from my ass and pussy. We fuck all over the bedroom in every way possible. And by the time I finish draining his dick—five condoms later, it is almost four in the morning.
“Yo, you the truth,” he says as he’s walking towards the front door. “You know how to handle ya business and take the dick like a real trooper. Word up. I’m tryna come through and hit that shit again real soon, ma.”
I smile. “Anything’s possible,” I say, opening the door.
“You can really make a nigga fall for you, you know that, right?”
“So, I’ve been told. But I wouldn’t let that happen if I were you. It would be your worst mistake.”
“Oh, word? Why you say that?”
I don’t answer. Don’t feel like schooling him on the inner workings of my ho-ism. I yawn, covering my mouth with my hand. “Oh, ’scuse me. Aah. I’m beat. Thanks for the nut.”
“No doubt, ma. Thanks for the experience.”
“Get home safe.”
He walks out with a big-ass Happy Meal smile on his face. I wait for him to get into his car, then close the door behind him. I smile, knowing this will be one of his most memorable moments. Trust me. I was his first: his first taste of asshole on his lips and tongue, and his first feel of ass around his dick. It’ll be a night he’ll never, ever, forget.
’Cause I’m the Man Handler, baby!
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Ithink I am dreaming when I hear the chiming of my doorbell. But when the bell continues ringing, I drag myself out of bed, and shuffle down the stairs to see who the hell it is at my door at six in the morning. I swing the door open, surprised to see Tyler standing there in the doorway. Immediately my scowl fades into a smile.
“Hey, baby girl,” he says in his cheery voice, giving me a big hug the minute I open the door. I step into his embrace, and melt. It feels good being in his strong arms. As a little girl, his hugs always made me feel safe.
I inhale his scent, closing my eyes and smiling.
He kisses me on the forehead. “Sorry for waking you.”
“No problem. Is everything okay?” I ask, rubbing sleep from my eyes.
“Everything’s fine. How’s my favorite sis doing?”
“I’m your only sister, fool,” I reply, playfully swatting at him.
He laughs, stepping back and removing his coat, then hanging it on the hall closet door knob. He takes a seat on the sofa. “Okay, then, so how’s my beautiful sis doing?”
“That’s better,” I say, grinning. I sit beside him. “She’s doing wonderful, thanks.”
“You sure?”
I look at him, tilting my head. “Of course I am, why?”
He shakes his head. “Oh, only asking.”
I know Tyler better than anyone. He doesn’t simply ask someth
ing unless there’s a reason behind it. I decide to let it go. “How are you doing?”
“I’m doing good. Your nieces and nephew have been asking about you. You really need to come by for dinner and spend some time with us, soon.”
I smile. “I will. I promise. Now, tell me. To what do I owe the pleasure of this early morning visit?”
“Damn, can’t a brother just wanna see his baby sister?”
“Of course you can. But, I know you, Tyler. You don’t drop by this early in the morning unless there’s something wrong. Are you sure everything is okay? Are you and Jacki okay?”
“Yeah, we’re fine. Couldn’t be happier.”
“Ohhhkaaaay, so again, what’s really your reason for dropping by?”
“Are you and Garrett still kicking it?”
As soon as he says his name, I shift in my seat. I raise my brow, tilting my head. “Why?”
He leans forward, and clasps his hands together, turning his head towards me. “Listen, Sis, you know I love you, and I don’t get into your business or anything, but I saw him the other day, and dude was looking real fucked up. It looked like he hasn’t slept in days. I stepped to him on some brotherly type shit to see if he wanted to talk about whatever was going on, but he didn’t really want to get into it. Garrett is like a brother to me, and it fucked me up to see him looking so down. My gut told me it had something to do with you, so I thought I’d come here to find out what was going on.”
“And what made you think it had something to do with me?”
“’Cause for the last three years since dude met you, all he did was smile. Now he’s moping around like he done lost his best friend. Are the two of you beefing or something?”
I sigh, shaking my head. “No, we’re not beefing. Honestly, I haven’t spoken to or seen Garrett in a few weeks.”
“Ya’ll still…you know, dating, right?”
“Garrett and I were never dating,” I state. “He was simply someone I was spending time with.”
He sits back in his seat. “The way dude talked, it sounded like it was more than that.”
“He wanted it to be,” I offer, deciding to be perfectly honest with him. “But I only wanted sex from him.”
He playfully covers his ears, shaking his head. “I don’t wanna hear all that.”
“Oh, boy, quit,” I say, laughing. “I’m a grown, sexy, and very single woman with needs.”
“I know, I know. But I don’t need to have that image of you planted in my head.”
“Well, what the hell did you think I was doing with him? Playing cards?”
He lets out a hearty laugh. “Yeah, something like that.”
“Yeah, okay.”
He glances down at his watch. “Looks like ole boy got it bad for you.”
“Seems that way,” I say, crossing my legs, then flinging my hair. “But can you really blame him? I mean, look at me.”
He laughs again. “Not at all. Even with all that sleep in the corner of your eyes, and your hair all wild, you still a beauty.”
I laugh, too.
He shifts his body, facing me. “Look, baby girl. I know it’s really none of my business as to why things didn’t go anywhere between the two of you. But, trust me. Garrett cares a lot about you.”
“Did he send you over here to talk to me?”
“No, not at all. He doesn’t even know I’m here. Truthfully, he never really talked much about the two of you. He didn’t have to. It was all over his face. And I respected him for that. He’s really a good dude.”
“I know. That’s why I kept him around for as long as I did. Tyler, I really wish I could have given him more, but I don’t have it in my heart to be in a relationship right now. And I don’t want to be in one, just for the sake of being in one. It wouldn’t be fair to him, or to me.”
“I hear you. So, what exactly did he want from you that you weren’t ready to give him?”
“He wanted to date. But, ultimately, he wanted a relationship.”
“Would that have been so bad?”
“Not if I wanted him like that.”
“But you kept him around for almost three years, why?”
“You want the truth?”
He nods. “Please.”
“We had an arrangement. One I thought was working out fine until he wanted to change it up. I was content with the sex, ’cause the man can put it down in the—”
“I get the point,” he says, cutting me off.
I spare him the rest of the details and say, “I told him I didn’t think we should continue seeing each other.”
“Oh, I see,” he says, shifting in his seat. “And there was no room for compromise?”
I shake my head. “No, not as far as I was concerned.”
He smiles, shaking his head. “Still the same ole Bianca, I see.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, feigning insult.
“Spoiled rotten,” he says, laughing. “Still gotta have everything your way.”
I fold my arms defiantly across my chest, pretending to be hurt that he would say such a thing. “Well, what’s wrong with that? I’ve always gotten my way. I have a mother and father and six overprotective brothers who have always given me my way.”
“That’s because none of us wanted to deal with your nonstop tantrums.”
I laugh. “Whatever.”
He gets up. I stand as well. “Listen, beautiful, I gotta get going. I had really hoped you and Garrett would have hit it off. I wanted him to be the one for you.”
“Well, I’m not sure if anyone is the one for me.”
He studies me, furrowing his brow. “What are you so afraid of?”
Honestly, Tyler’s question takes me off guard. I hadn’t expected him to ask me that. And I definitely didn’t expect to answer it, not in truth, anyway. But I do. I take a deep breath, and say, “Commitment, and getting hurt.”
He slowly nods, knowingly. “You gotta face your fears, baby girl. And be willing to take some risks. You won’t know love unless you open up your heart and mind to it.”
“I’m not ready to.”
He gives me another big bear hug, holding onto me for what seems like forever. I don’t know why I am becoming so emotional, but as soon as he pulls away, I feel myself tearing up, not wanting to let him go. “I love you, Sis.”
I force a smile, fighting back tears. “I love you, too, Tyler.” I open the door for him. “Thanks for stopping by.”
“Anytime, baby. You know I’m here for you. Day or night, anytime you feel like talking, about anything, you call me, you hear?”
I nod.
“Good.” He kisses me on the forehead. “Now, get back in the house before I have to arrest one of these peeping toms in your neighborhood for staring too hard at you.”
I giggle. “Bye, silly.”
He starts to walk off, then turns around. “Oh, one more thing, I think you should call him.”
“Call who?” I ask, feigning ignorance.
He grins, wagging a finger at me. “You know who, fool. Garrett.”
I shrug. “Maybe.”
He throws his hands up in the air, walking off, shaking his head. “See you at Mom and Dad’s for Thanksgiving,” he says over his shoulder.
“Can’t wait.”
I watch him get into his SUV, and wait until he backs out of the driveway and pulls off before shutting the door.
Thirty minutes later, I am in the bathroom hugging the porcelain bowl with my face inches from the toilet water, violently throwing up my guts. My head feels like it’s ready to explode into tiny pieces. A film of sweat forms across my forehead. Oh God, I think, heaving, I’m pregnant.
I practically crawl up the stairs, and pull myself up in my bed. I reach for the phone, and call out sick from work. Though I don’t need anyone to tell me what I already know in my heart, I call my gynecologist’s office, anyway, and leave a fierce message for someone to call me back to set up an emergency appointment. Although I ride the
pro-choice and pro-life fence, I am very much aware of what I have to do. There’s no other recourse. I can’t have this baby, I think, drifting back off to sleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
After three days of being out sick, I’m finally back up in this bitch. Although I’m still not feeling one hundred percent myself, I’m not throwing my guts up as much. And, despite some tossing and turning, I was able to get a few hours of sleep last night.
I’m sure most of my restlessness is due to the fact that my gynecologist did confirm that I am pregnant. A situation I don’t feel like thinking about, or discussing, right now. And another contributing cause for my sleeplessness was the dream I had last night. I was being fucked by Derek (of all people!). He was my first dick suck, my first fuck, my first kiss, my first love. And now, after all these years, he was in my dreams, opening and exploring my pussy with a new found appreciation, savoring every inch of me. In my dream, he recognized, and appreciated, the fact that I wasn’t that same naïve little girl he had fucked on my twin bed all those years ago. He acknowledged I was a woman with a pussy that devoured dick for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And he fed me his big, thick, black dick that seemed to have grown and had gotten thicker from the days of our youth. He understood I was a woman with needs and wants and desires; a woman who knew her body like the back of her hand; a woman whose pussy ached for and begged for and cried for dick. He sensed this and embraced my womanly curves, adored my full titties and large nipples, kissed my hips, my thighs, the back of my knees, my ankles and feet. He sucked on each of my toes, then dragged his tongue along the center of my thighs until he reached my paradise. Then he mounted his lips around my pussy and clit, and sucked and licked and slurped until my pussy exploded in his mouth.
After that, he crawled up over me, kissed me with his pussy-stained lips, started sucking on my lips, then stuck his tongue into my mouth, twirling his around mine. We became tongues and hands and mouths and lips and bodies colliding against each other. Tasting and touching and wanting and feeling desire until he slid his dick inside of me and stretched my pussy to capacity, hitting its bottom, knocking its sides, causing its walls to expand and contract and erupt into a sea of sweet, sticky juices.