naked black girls

by Ray G.

  I open the door.

  She lifts her head.

  Cute. Damn cute.

  She flashes me a half-hearted smile. I’m a bit stunned. She’s fucking gorgeous.

  “Please…come in.”

  She walks in. Checks out the place. I check her out. Dig the septum ring. Nicely endowed. Looks like a pair of B’s under her white tank top. Awesome complexion. A few shades before midnight. Wrinkled baggy cargo shorts. Flip-flops. Pretty paintless toes. Quite tall. At least five-eleven. Dwarfs my five-five ass. Looks like she works out. Sculpted arms. Not bulging though. Sleek. Even though I’m nervous as shit something’s definitely going on in my pants. She turns to look at me. A more committed smile this time. Bites her lower lip. Oh shit. Is something about to happen? She’s approaching me. What’s going on here? I’ve been waiting nineteen years for this. Shouldn’t there be more ceremony? Is she just gonna—

  She wraps her long, slim fingers around my cheeks. Pulls me towards her. Starts kissing me. Passionately. Her tongue tours the inside of my mouth. Oh my damn. Her lips are so juicy. She releases her grip. Her hands begin roaming. Down. Way down. Cradling my thick ass now. I rest my hands timidly on her non-existent hips. She’s really going for it. That tongue of hers is powerful. I’m starting to melt. I’m losing myself. She’s seducing the fuck outta me!

  This is too much. I need some room. Some space to breathe. I gotta stop this. What about my playlist? We were supposed to sit and talk. Listen to my diverse music collection. Massive Attack’s Unfinished Sympathy was supposed to be playing right now. We were supposed to be getting to know each other right now. But no, instead she’s squeezing my ass right now.

  Oh shit.

  What is she doing?!

  Why are we moving?

  She’s walking me to the couch and undoing my pants at the same time. I gotta stop this!

  We bump into the coffee table. She doesn’t even notice. She’s on a mission. I feel the soft cushions of my corduroy couch against my calves. Oh no. What am I gonna do?! This has to stop. I’ll stand my ground. That’s what I’ll do. Not let her—

  Too late. My knees are bending. Eve! You gotta stop this!

  On my back now. One leg against the backrest, the other dangling towards the floor. She’s on top of me, sucking my neck. It feels absolutely fucking amazing. She moves to my ear. Nibbles. Kind of painful. Now she’s licking behind it. My chest heaves. Her right hand seizes my left tit.

  “Let’s go to the bedroom,” she says.

  No Eve. Don’t do it. No going back if you commit to that. Point of no—

  Gasp! She’s reaching down my pants. Her middle finger parts my lips while her index circles my clit. Oh my God!!! She’s kissing me again. Harder this time. More purposeful this time. She pushes her middle finger into my hole. My wetness betrays my anxiety.

  “Let’s go Fire Red.” With that she rises, grabs my hand and leads me to the bedroom.

  Fuck.

  Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.

  Goldie’s Crystal Clear is supposed to be playing right now. We’re supposed to be laughing right now. She’s supposed to be finding me really charming right now. We’re not supposed to be in my bedroom right now.

  She sits on the edge of the bed, legs wide open, knees high, leaning back, supports herself on her elbows. Sculpted arms flexed. She’s a piece of work. “Undress for me baby,” she commands through a sly smirk.

  She wants a striptease?! No fucking way. I’m way too awkward an individual for that.

  “Don’t be shy baby. I know you a little geeky. It’s okay. You still sexy.” There she goes with that mind-reading shit again. “Let me see those titties baby.”

  Fuck it.

  No going back.

  This is what you wanted Eve.

  I lift my shirt over my head revealing the matronly stark white bra underneath.

  “Damn baby.” I guess she approves.

  I undo my bra and the milky twins spill out. She begins shaking her head, “The pic you sent me doesn’t do those things justice.”

  “You like?” I ask nervously.

  She doesn’t answer. Just rises from the bed, grabs one and begins sucking on the other. Moaning as she slurps. I can’t believe this is happening. Too much to process. This is surreal. Feels like I’m dreaming. Out of body experience or some shit.

  Quite aggressively she moves me to the bed. I’m on my back again. Here we go. With little haste she removes my pants, panties. I’m completely naked. On display. In front of this Nubian warrior goddess. She leans over me. Tosses off the skull cap. Expertly cut fade. Just a barely-there thin layer of hair. Cute.

  Oh shit.

  She’s going south.

  Couple licks around the nipples. Not her final destination though. I know exactly where she’s headed and I cannot wait! She pauses. Quickly tosses off her tank top. Navy blue sports bra. That goes too. Damn. Just as I suspected. Glorious B’s. Beautiful. My mouth waters.

  She resumes.

  Further south.

  Licks her thumbs and then uses them to open me up. Attacks. A few licks and I’m gone. I’m fucking gone. This feels divine. Feels like her tongue is dancing about my pussy. Gracefully. Like a ballerina. So patient. So sure.

  Whoa. Wait up!

  All of a sudden something is inside me. Cold. Hard. Slick. I look down. It’s one of the advertised dildos. A red one. Where’d she get that from? A utility belt? She moves it in and out of me. Slowly. Rhythmically. While the tip of her tongue flutters against my clit. My big ol’ creamy thighs shake violently. This is too much! Feels so fucking good! She sticks the dildo in deeper. Twirls it around. I fuck it back. It’s thick. Expanding my walls. An intense feeling of fullness.

  Oh shit!

  Oh shit!!

  Oh shit!!!

  I’m coming. Hard. Feels like my whole body is on the verge of combustion. I’m screaming. Loud. Very loud. Oh shit. More waves. I squeeze my tits. They feel so good in my hands. Moist. Slippery. A combination of saliva and perspiration. Nipples hard as shit! She pulls the dildo out. Cleans it with her mouth. “You taste good baby.”

  Damn her voice is sexy. A bit raspy, deep yet feminine.

  “I wanna taste you,” I say. Breathless. Exhausted, but not ready to quit.

  She stands. Clutches her crotch. “You wanna suck on this pussy baby?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then come here.” She drops her cargos. Boy shorts. White. She steps out of those. Nice V-shaped gap between her legs. Fat lips. She smirks, “I said come here.”

  I rise to my knees and crawl to her waiting crotch. Its aroma is strong. Unique. First time being this intimate with another woman’s scent. Jars me a little. She grabs the back of my head. Clenches a wad of my hair in her fist. Forcefully pushes my face into her pussy. I offer my tongue. I have no idea what I’m doing. But what the hell. Just go with it Eve. I flatten my tongue against her lips. She thrusts her pelvis at me. Back and forth. As if she is feeding me dick. She’s sour sweet. Pungent. Way more than I.

  She’s got instructions. Thank God. “Suck on my clit.”

  I purse my lips and dutifully oblige. “There you go,” she says, “looks like somebody knows what they’re doing.”

  Not at all. Just drawing from my fantasies. My countless fantasies. She tastes like such a woman. Like everything I imagined. Rich. Flavorful. This is so lovely. I could cry. I just want to drink every last drop of her. Her head flies back. Guess she’s digging this. “Right there baby. Right there. You like that pussy, don’t you?”

  My mouth’s full so I nod.

  “Look at me.”

  I look up. Our eyes lock. There goes that smirk, “You tryna make a bitch come, ain’t you?”

  I feverishly lap at her clit. She slams my face into her soaking pussy. I’m breathing her in. Her scent is intoxicating. A saccharine muskiness. I grab her ass. So round. So tight. Subtle jiggle. Almost a perfect crescent. She applies more force. Feels like she’s trying to push my head inside of
her. I stab at her hole with my tongue. So much flavor. Almost too much. Brain can’t process. Taste buds overwhelmed. She rides my tongue, making a mess of my face. She is so fucking wet. It’s all over her inner thighs. I do my best to clean some of it for her.

  Back to her clit. I lap away.

  She goes quiet. Eyes softly close, mouth drops open. Measured breaths. She whispers, “Oh shit. Oh shit.” Then a guttural moan. Long. Sustained. Her knees buckle. Just a bit. Doesn’t release her death-grip on my hair though. I drink her flowing cum. I could fucking die right now. Seriously. She grinds her crotch into my face. Almost suffocating me. Then, suddenly, she backs away. Spent. She laughs…

  “Damn Fire Red. Didn’t think you were gonna be all like that. To be honest I kinda thought you were full of shit.” She bends to gather her clothes. Holy Mother of God! That ass. I store the image. I will recall it later.

  Wait a minute.

  What’s that on her back?

  Shark teeth?

  She stands. Yep. She’s got a massive tattoo of a shark’s jaw on her back. Stretches from shoulder to shoulder. Right in the middle of her back. Quite ominous looking. I have to say something. I go with the banal…

  “I like your tat.”

  “Oh,” she says as she pulls the navy blue sports bra over her luscious brown tits, “thanks.”

  “Any meaning behind it?”

  A quick roll of the eyes, “Yeah.”

  Okay, I guess she doesn’t like talking about her ink. But come on, it’s a massive shark’s jaw. She should expect questioning. Welcome it even. She flashes me a look. She can tell by the dumb inquisitive look on my face I want to know more. She appeases me, barely, “There’s this movie, it’s called Joe, The Shark.” She glances at her phone, “I really don’t have time to get into all the details of what it’s about, I just really like the movie. That’s why I got the tat.”

  Her energy is very different now. Bored. Apathetic as fuck. Like I’m bugging her. What’s happening here? Wait…

  No.

  No fucking way.

  I’m just a piece of ass.

  She just chewed me up. Now she’s spitting me out…shut the fuck up white girl. This ain’t ‘like that.’

  She’s fully dressed. No eye contact. She turns to

  leave. Are you fucking serious right now choco?!

  “All right, I’ll see you,” I say to her tatted back as she moves through the bedroom doorway.

  “Okay mama.” Front door opens. Closes.

  What the fuck?

  She didn’t even look at me.

  She busts her nut and leaves. Just fucking leaves?! Well, what did you expect Eve? All the girl was tryna do was fuck. She said so. Explicitly. Girl wasn’t looking for no damn love connection.

  I know, but fuck. Like that? Just out the door? “Okay mama.” That’s all I get? What about a smirk? A satisfied ‘let’s do this again’ smirk.

  Look Eve, the shit’s real simple. You hosted. You got fucked. Be happy. It’s what you wanted.

  Maybe. But I want more. I knew what she wanted. But she didn’t really know me then. She was supposed to get to know me. See how awesome I am. See that I’m more than just a pair of big milky tits and a fire pussy.

  The Nina Simone finale was supposed to be starting now.

  Six back-to-back cuts.

  First up…Feeling Good.

  I’VE BEEN in this shower for almost an hour. Arctic conditions now. I plan on staying in here for another hour. Lost in the white noise. Lost in my thoughts.

  I fucked up.

  I made a mistake.

  Should have contacted one of the other girls. We could be at a corner café right now. Chuckling our asses off. Talking about the lameness of today’s music and fashion or some other mundane shit. But no, I had to go after chocoboi84. I had to scratch the itch. I was supposed to feel better afterwards. Cherry finally popped. Feel like a real-life lesbian. Instead I feel like a broken little girl.

  The moment exceeded my expectations. She rocked my world. Her formidable flavor still resides in my mouth. I should gargle an entire bottle of mouthwash. But I don’t want to. I like it. It’s a reminder of the moment. The good part. When everything was divine. Lovely. Perfect.

  “Okay mama.”

  What the fuck does that even mean? Okay what? Nothing’s okay. The bitch just used me. Damn. I want to talk to Alice about this, but I don’t think I can endure a conversation full of nothing but I told you sos. Actually, I might need that. I feel like shit. A good friendly berating might put me in a better place. I should call her. I will call her.

  I exit the shower. Catch myself in the mirror. I look defeated.

  Alice’s ringback tone sounds like it was done by an Enya cover band. This woman’s pretension knows no bounds.

  “Oh hey Eve. How are you doin’ honey?”

  Let’s just go with brutal honesty, “Not too good.”

  “Oh, what happened?”

  “I found the courage.”

  “Oh, you met a girl? Is she nice?”

  “I don’t know what she is. She came over, we did something and she left.”

  “A hookup?”

  “Somethin’ like that.”

  “Black girl, right?”

  “Yes Alice.”

  “Well congratulations Eve. Was it everything you dreamed it would be?”

  This old bitch is being sarcastic. I’ll return her volley, I deadpan, “Yes, the sex was phenomenal. My head fucking exploded. I’m picking up the pieces right now.”

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  “I don’t feel right. I didn’t like how breezy the whole thing was.”

  “But you said it was a hookup. That’s what hookups are. Did you want more?”

  I don’t really know how to answer that one. Confused about what I really wanted. More brutal honesty, “I don’t fucking know Alice. I just—I just wanted it to be more than what it was. Don’t think I wanted her to fall in love with me or anything like that. But I sure didn’t want her to just walk out the way she did. She busted her nut and then dashed out the door. No talk of getting together again or anything like that.”

  “Eve, that’s the nature of a hookup. I’ve had my share. Sounds successful to me. But I get it. She popped your little cherry. You’re infatuated. I knew this was going to happen.”

  I told you so number one.

  “Al, I really don’t know what the hell is going on. I just know I feel like shit.”

  “What did I tell you a few days ago? Don’t put these women on pedestals Eve. You have romanticized these women to a ridiculous degree. They have become representational in a sense. To you they represent some— ”

  I’ve tuned out. Not gonna listen to her dissertation. Maybe I shouldn’t have called her. She’s always jumping into shit like this. These pseudo-intellectual ramble fests. Let me check back in…

  “—and he said that the over-sexualization of black women has become—”

  Nope. Can’t do it. Feeling a little better though. Something about Alice being unabashedly Alice is comforting. But I think I’m all sensei-dyked out. Time to put an end to this, just gotta wait for a pause. There it is. I seize it, “Oh, I see. Good point.”

  “You just gotta listen to me Eve. I know what I’m talking about. You’re just reading the book. I lived its pages.”

  Bitch. Really? “I love you Al.”

  “Love you too Eve.”

  “Well, I gotta run.”

  “All right, just be safe out there. It’s not all sugar and spice, girls can be sharks too.”

  ALICE SCARED the living shit out of me with her shark line. I was frozen. Phone to my ear for about five minutes after she hung up. Are all lesbians psychics? Is that a talent I will be endowed with the more pussy I eat? I hope not. I don’t think I could deal with that. But all jokes aside, I’m fucking terrified. Is something happening here? Something bigger than just a hookup? Is the universe trying to tell me something?

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  I flip the lid on my laptop. Run a search for Joe, The Shark. IMDb pops up first. That’ll work. Scroll down. There’s a featured review by someone calling himself moviedude1942, let’s dig in…

  Joe Tally awakes to find himself alone in a sprawling palatial estate. The place is completely foreign to him. He wanders downstairs and sees a handgun on the coffee table. He receives a call from a man asking about how he’s planning to conduct his final hit. Tally knows nothing of what the man speaks. The man tells him he has only two hours to perform the hit. The film then abruptly flashes back to…

  Six months prior when Tally was a broke, desperate aspiring painter. One night after destroying all of his paintings in a drug and alcohol fueled rage he passes out and falls into a coma. During this coma he has a vivid dream that he is a shark. The film returns to the mansion. He has forty-five minutes left until he is supposed to perform the hit. From that point on the film documents the moments leading up to the hit in real time. Will he go through with the hit although he knows nothing about being a hitman? And who did he kill before this “final hit?” How many did he kill? And where did this new life come from? The house? The cars? The money? What happened while he was a shark? I won’t give away the ending, but suffice it to say this film is @#$%ing amazing!!!

  Uh...first off, that wasn’t really a review. Secondly, I want to know the ending now. Let’s check the message boards. I need some spoilers. Let’s see what’s happening in the this movie is fkn dumb thread. Might be some bean spillin’ in there. ptalover88 gets it going…

  I don’t get it. When dude is a shark why does he refuse to eat?

  What in the hell is he talking about? Malcolm Inyamouf provides some clarity...

  Because in his mind he is human. The idea of eating sea creatures is repulsive to him, but when he gets to a point where he can no longer tolerate his hunger he is forced to eat. Notice how the scene cuts right when he is about to bite into that whale. Right back to him in the mansion. Ending makes a whole helluva lotta sense now doesn’t it?