by Leo Sullivan
I ain't gone lie, her soft hands felt like butter, so soothing and relaxing. I know she wanted sex, my sex, but that just wasn't happening. Seeing me on television having a shoot-out with the cops, for some crazy reason excited the hell out of her. Or maybe it was the bundle of money lying on the bed for the taking.
I didn't know.
I am here to bear witness that a dick really does have a mind of its own. My big head was telling me no, stop. This chick was on me for all the wrong reasons. While my little head, my dick started getting an erection, committing treason of the worse kind. It grew enormous in my pants. She reached down and squeezed it.
“Stop!” I heard my voice blurt out.
“Damn yo young ass got a big ole dick!” She giggled, kissed me on the cheek and grabbed my dick with both hands.
“Come on stop.” I said with weak resistance. I really did want to run up in her, but them crackas was outside looking for a nigga for a double homicide, possibly a triple.
“Just let me hold it… touch it.” She pleaded. “If it don't make you feel good, I'll stop”.
She wrestled my joint out my pants. I was ramrod hard. She muttered again about my size.
“Oooh, weee, you got a big ole dick. Uh, huh, you can forget about anal sex with me, a bitch a get stitches fuckin' wit you.” She said, as she got down on her knees, stroking me like a plunger with ambidextrous hands, like she was a dick technician.
Then she did something weird, she huncked up a big goop of spit and spit on the head of my dick and massaged it in like lotion. The sensation was titillating; I rose on the balls of my feet and looked down at her. She then began to blow on the head softly and lick the rim, running her lubricious tongue up and down my shaft.
“Oohmph... damn...” I moaned. My toes curled inside my gym shoes. Then she took me in her mouth, deep. With veteran lips, she began to suck my dick with so much vigor. The salacious sound of her wet lips and succulent tongue sucking was driving me crazy as I listened to the sounds of police sirens and helicopters outside.
“Ohh, sheiit!” I groaned.
She looked up at me with starry eyes hooded in feminine mischief, never missing her rhythm. A dribble of saliva trickled down her lip when she said, “Baby, don't cum in my mouth.”
All I could do was wiggle my head, yes, as she continued at a much more fevered pace, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy. I had never had my dick sucked like this before. There was something about the mere mention, a warning for me not to cum in her mouth that made me want to do just the opposite.
I grabbed her head and began to fuck her face with my own unquenched desire and to my surprise, she obliged by taking me all the way in the back of her throat as she hummed and moaned, stroking my balls with delicate fingernails. I was on the fringe off busting a huge orgasmic nut in her mouth. I guess she must have sensed it. Maybe it's some type of feminine intuition that let her know that I was about to cum. Maybe it was because of my guttural moans and deep thrust in and out her mouth. I had every intention of cuming in her mouth and down her throat as I fucked her face wantonly.
“G...godamn...you know how to s...s... suck a dick.” I stammered, and just when I was about to cum in her mouth, she looked up at me with lascivious eyes and a sly grin and took my dick out her mouth. A jet stream of cum shot from my body, she aimed over her shoulder and stroked me with a vixen’s sexual vendetta as payback for attempting to violate her mouth. All I could do was moan as my back arched with seismic convulsions. She continued her masturbatory skills of manipulating me... stroking me, meticulously. Then she stopped and stood. My dick dangled solitary and alone, abandoned by her hands and mouth.
She began to take off her dress. The frivolous sound of the delicate material was a whisper in my ear as it fell off her body like a second skin. I admired her gorgeous body, her beauty; an older woman. Even with her slightly swollen belly from her pregnancy, she still had an hour glass figure.
“I want you to hit it from the back... go slow. I'm tight, small built.” She said and stuck her finger in her pussy, stirring her passion. She then placed her finger in my mouth and smiled seductively.
“Aint you pregnant?” I almost killed the moment, ruined the minute. That was the stupidest thing in the world you can ask a woman, especially an older woman.
“Hell naw'll nigga!!! I just put on a little water weight.” Then she looked at me as if a second thought occurred to her, she added,
“And what pregnant got to do with you putting your dick in me?”
I gave her a subtle shrug and listened to the noises outside. Then something washed over her pretty face. She was peaceful and tranquil. Maybe she saw the naiveté in me; maybe she was plotting for the million dollars on her bed.
Maybe both?
She smiled again and then turned around, bent over the bed and spread her skin. She had the prettiest ass I ever seen. A trickle of cum cascaded down her inner thigh, it reminded me of honey.
With the head up my throbbing dick, I attempted to ease inside her furry vagina. She was tight, real tight. I was only an inch in, when she began to moan like a bad song. For some reason, it excited me, enticed me to go faster, deeper. I enhanced my rhythm, found a stroke. The whole while her tight pussy felt like a human vacuum, sucking me in. She looked over her shoulder as I began to pound inside of her. I enjoyed the way her prefect ass cheeks pounced like a dance to my dick.
“Go slooo....hummm, sheit.....ooohhh” She groaned and reached back with finger nails like claws. She scratched me across my thigh. That only enticed me more. I palmed her round ass and went deeper inside. She cried out in ecstasy, talked to Jesus and talked to God in vain.
She thrust her head back and looked at me with her hair matted to her forehead in perspiration. A painful scowl creased her face.
“Ooow, sheit I told you to go sloooow, puh-lees, dayum...”
I couldn't help it, by then, her pussy was making that gushy juicy sound, wet, and slippery. I went deeper inside of her as if I was trying to bury myself, my soul; escape my misery. I reached over and massaged her clitoris, fucked her harder, deeper, faster. In a frantic frenzy, I pounded inside of her. When I went deep, all the way to the hilt, she collapsed on the bed.
“Ohh, god, I'm cumming!! I'm cumming oh, sheit.” It sounded like she was about to cry as I fucked her hard and long. She grabbed hold to the satin sheets and made a sound I had never heard before. “Ughhhhhhh, ghmmmmmm,” her mouth was closed, she just tremored and shook violently.
By then, I was plowing all ten inches of dick all the way in and out of her at a rapid jack hammer speed. I couldn't help it; I was about to nut and so was she again. I spread her ass wider, a dribble of saliva fell out my mouth on to her naked back. As her body bounced, the mattress was starting to slide off the bed and so was the money. She was starting to run from the dick, easing away from me and my deep strokes.
Then we heard it at the same time. Trouble knocked at the front door.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
I stopped in the midst of a deep thrust, so did Tanya. Her body was covered with a sheen of sweat as her panting echoed. She slithered from under me. I'll never forget the startled expression on her beautiful face. It was the first time I saw real, palpable fear in her.
“Oh, shit, that might be the fuckin police. They must have come back to do the house to house.”
“Don’t answer the door.” Was the only response I could think of as I got up from the bed. I looked out the window. The sun had gone down. A full moon basked the earth in its luminary glow.
“If I don't answer the door, they going to think something is wrong.” She said as she put on her dress and walked over to the mirror. She mopped at her hair with her hands. I wanted to argue with her reasoning, deny her logic. But I couldn't.
“Just try to find a place to hide.” She said, and began to place the money back into the duffle bag. She tossed it into the closet.
“Try to find a place to hide, don't just stand there!” She closed
the door and walked out. I listened to the sound of her feet traveling down the stairs. I heard the front door open, the bedroom curtain slightly swayed. Then I heard the voices.
The police were in the house looking for me?
I looked around the room, there was no place to hide, so I got under the bed. It was a tight squeeze. As I lay on my back, the malodorous reek of the pissy mattress was loud. There were clothes, shoes, a plate of half eaten food and a baseball bat. I had begun sweating. Something on the dirty carpet was itching my back as I listened to the voices grow closer. Then the door suddenly swung open and they walked in. All hell let loose!
CHAPTER SIX: BLOODY MONEY
At first all I could see was a pair of shiny shoes and feet big as ocean boats. I looked up to see one of the biggest dudes I had seen in a while. He was a mammoth of a man. He stood about six feet six and weighed about 300lbs. Diesel. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and some type of designer jeans. He had a mocha colored complexion with a pencil thin mustache.
“King, what are you doing?! I told you to get out!” Tanya yelled in his face and bumped his barrel chest with her tiny hands balled at her side.
“Gurl, I told you I’ma live!! I want my muthafuckin' clothes.”
“What you come here fo anyway, you ain't been coming here since you got with the ugly bad body bitch of yours.”
“Me and Shawna ain't together. I told your stupid ass she was my friend. The only reason I came here is because the po po ran up in the 'trap looking for some fool that kilt a bunch of cops, now the spot is hot. I eased off and dapped over here.”
“Well you need to go.!!” She snapped.
He palmed her ass. “Damn you looking sexy and you ain't got no draws on. Let a nigga get some of that fat ole pussy.”
“Boy stop!” She slapped his hand “What part of you need to get out you ain't understanding?”
“I told you, I need some clothes. Ima take a bath.” He said, walking towards the closet door. She ran in front of the door blocking it with her body. I know she was thinking I was inside.
“Nigga yo clothes ain't here no more, now go.”
He shoved her out the way. She stumbled and fell hard, hitting her head on the dresser.
He opened the door. “Who the fuck these clothes is, in here in this duffle bag? Bitch I know you was hiding something. You got another nigga already.” He said and dragged the duffle bag out the closet.
I peered over at Tanya, her leg was twitching. She was dazed semi-conscious. He walked over and sat on the bed. I could feel the weight of his enormous body press down on me as the box spring mattress squeaked a complaint. He must’ve looked inside the duffle bag, because I heard him gasp!
“What the fuck, damnit!!! Bitch where you get all this fuckin' money from.”
Tanya's leg moved again, as she tried to get up, but couldn't. King was one of them big dudes that didn't know his own strength.
“King... no...” She crooned weakly.
He suddenly stood up and picked up the duffle bag.
“Fuck it bitch, I'm outta here. Whoever money it is, tell 'em you got robbed.” He sniggered and walked out the door. I could hear his heavy foot descending down the stairs with my money. Money my uncle died for. Money my daughter needed to live for. If there was ever such a thing as bloody money, this nigga name King was about to walk out the door with it. Then something piqued deep in my mind. Rage, bloody rage! There was no way in hell I was going to let this nigga walk out the house with my money, I thought. I grabbed the baseball bat from under the bed and went after him.
As I stepped over Tanya, I realized she was lying in a small puddle of blood from where she hit her head. I hesitated, stutter stepped, and thought about helping her, but I couldn't. The money was too important. I dashed out the door. I needed to stop King!
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“Hey! YOU!” I caught him at the bottom of the stairs. He turned, startled and looked up at me like he was seeing a ghost, then frowned with his forehead wrinkled in anger.
“Who the fuck is you!? How n' the fuck you get in here??” He yelled up at me, taking a tentative step forward. I braced myself, battle mode tested; I was prepared to go with the big nigga as I braced the bat tightly, careful to conceal it at my side.
“I’m a friend of Tanya’s. That's my money. Yo, I'll give you a few stacks, but you ain't walking out of here with my money.”
“Says who nigga! I'll beat your fuckin’ ass.” King had to be over a hundred pounds heavier than me. At six two, I barely weighed one hundred and ninety pounds. What I lost in weight, I made up for in heart, my uncle Ray ain't raise no punk.
“Now I'ma ask your fuck ass one mo-time, how the fuck you get in my lady’s crib!?” He growled, the whole time, he was easing off the stairs getting ready to steal on me, and I was ready.
“Man, I told you –” Before I could get the words out my mouth, he tried to grab me. I timed him perfectly, aiming for his head with the bat. At least I thought I timed him perfectly. When I swung the bat, it hit off the low ceiling in the stairway. It broke in half, splinters and half of the baseball bat sailed over his head as he grabbed me in a bear hug that nearly knocked the air out of my lungs. His strength was overbearing.
“I got your little ass now nigga!” He grumbled in my ear.
He was still one step under me. Thinking fast and moving faster, I took my back leg and pushed off the top stair knocking him off balance, we both went tumbling down the stairs in a heap. I remember hitting my head on the banister rail a couple of times, then on the stairs. Seeing stars, he landed on top of me and grunted from the painful fall. Somehow, he managed to balance himself and crawled on top of me. He struck me once, twice, three times in the face, punishing blows as he sat on my chest. I could taste warm blood in my mouth, and loose teeth. I was about to pass out. He reached back to pummel me again, and that's when I realized I still had the partial handle of the baseball bat in my hand. With all my might, I plunged the splintered tip of the bat into his face.
He howled like a wounded animal and keeled over on his back, as he grabbed his face, kicking and thrashing. That's when I realized the bat had entered his eye and punctured his brain. He was in shock. He was dying a horrible death, hemorrhaging from his brain.
I felt another presence, I looked to the top of the stairs with my vision blurred, murky and undulating like I was drunk under water. I saw three of her. Tanya stood on wobbled legs with her hands clasped over her mouth as if suppressing a bloodcurdling scream as she stared at the grisly sight before her.
The human body can only take so much stress, or in my case pain, rather it be psychological or physiological. I had been overly exposed to both and endured much, mental as well as physical. My body shut down right next to a dying man. Just before I passed out, images of my daughter flashed on the screen of my mind, her little body lying in a hospital dying.
When I awoke, things would only get worse, much worse!
TO BE CONTINUED
Table of Contents
Prologue ZERO
Chapter 1 ZEUS
Chapter 2 ZERO
Chapter 3 ZERO
Chapter 4 ZERO
Chapter 5 ZEUS
Chapter 6 ZERO
Chapter 7 ZERO
Chapter 8 ZERO
Chapter 9 ZERO
Chapter 10 ZEUS
Chapter 11 ZERO
Chapter 12 ZERO
Chapter 13 ZEUS
Chapter 14 ZERO
Chapter 15 ZERO
Epilogue ZEUS
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