Erotic City

by Pynk

  Tamiko kept trying to imagine the visual. “I just can’t get it out of my head. Jarod and my stepmother.”

  “She’s not a damn thing to us, Tamiko. Now we know what Daddy knew. She’s a slut. And now, it’s on.”

  26

  “Peaches and Cream”

  Wednesday, April 30, 2008

  10:34 p.m.

  A full kiss on the lips.

  An inserted tongue.

  A squeeze of the buttocks.

  A handful of stiff penis.

  A finger fuck.

  A nipple suck.

  And then a dirty French kiss again.

  Oui. Oui.

  Their bodies were knotted up as though playing a game of Twister.

  Left foot white.

  Right hand black.

  Her full white hips and rear.

  His tight black glutes and six-pack.

  Their foreplay was new and exciting. Nancy lay on her back with her legs spread like a wishbone. Jarod looked down and saw her pussy. Her light hair was long and plentiful. He wanted to be inside of her. He couldn’t help himself. The sight of it had him at the point of no return.

  He crawled up on her forty-two-year-old body and placed his hand on his twenty-eight-year-old dick and laid his chest upon her healthy breasts, placing his face near her neck. He prepared to enter.

  “Eat me,” she said as though he should have known better. She gave him a salacious look.

  Jarod paused and leaned upward.

  Nancy smiled an expectant smile. Her eyes were sweltering.

  Jarod blinked a few times and lowered his body, heading straight downtown into muff-diving territory.

  It was juicy.

  It was a rosy shade of pink.

  It was wide open.

  It was heated.

  It had a sweet scent. Like a feminine musk.

  He kissed it and poked it with his tongue.

  He looked up at her with eyes that said scrumptious.

  He did a sloshing-tongue-tip insertion and screwed her creamy candy, like crème de la crème. He smacked his lips and smiled.

  She smiled harder.

  He was harder downstairs than before he’d sampled the delectable treat.

  He adjusted the position of his face just below her pubic bone and maneuvered his lips to meet her clitoral pearl head-on. He saw her vulnerable fleshy nub exposed, without even having to pull back its rosy hood. Her pseudo-penis was enlarged.

  He took the round, stiff muscle between his teeth and tongue and gave a sensual slurp. Her erect clitoris pulsated.

  She jumped.

  And he flicked.

  She throbbed. The strength of it could be seen. It was undeniable. There was no lying about that.

  And then he licked.

  She flinched.

  Her opening contracted multiple times. Her motion was strengthened by his obvious skill at pleasing. A skill much like riding a bike. Even though it had been a while, he managed to jump right back on and ride it just like before.

  He allowed the fullness of her southern lips to surround the fullness of his northern lips, and inside his mouth, against his tongue, he met her tender point again, treating it to a suckling while slipping and sliding his lips along her tip like he was trying to get something out of it. He also probed the inside of her sugar walls with his thick index finger and his long fuck-you finger. He did the finger pliers, trying to stimulate the spongy tissue of her G-spot. The placement of his screw motion was at 11:00 a.m. and 1:00 p.m., strategically.

  Her eyes popped open.

  She gave a long purr.

  He went faster, at two-point-five strokes per second.

  Her white thighs squashed his ears.

  He looked up and saw that her face was tense with ecstasy. Her eyes were now half shut, rolled back in a trancelike state of consciousness. Her mouth was pursed as if she was bracing herself for the strong emotion. Her teeth were clenched. And she pumped toward the feeling of her stiff little organ penetrating his mouth.

  Her groans revved.

  Her organ stiffened even more.

  It jumped and she jumped.

  She ground right into his mouth fuck.

  She was being eaten.

  Eaten alive.

  And she cried out for dear life.

  “Uhhhggh, uhhhggh. Yes. Yes. Yes. Umph.” She pounded the toffee satin sheet with her tight fist. Over, and over, and over again.

  She held his head in place as she ripped in his face.

  Her secretions dripped and her thighs contracted and her hands flexed and her vagina squeezed tight around his deep fingers.

  The thirst of her desire was quenched.

  She got off in his mouth.

  And one lone tear fell from her left eye.

  He climbed up on top of her and rode her cum-filled pussy like the stand-up soldier he was.

  He was the controlling drill sergeant.

  And she was the obedient trainee.

  It was his turn to have some fun.

  Fun with a woman who took it deep, took it strong, and took it all night long.

  Like the pussy champ she was.

  He’d met his match.

  And he came deep.

  27

  “Nasty Girl”

  Thursday, May 1, 2008

  10:34 p.m.

  The next day, just before tall and thick Nancy turned around to take a seat next to Jarod, he reached up and grabbed a handful of plump ass. They were at her apartment in East Point, hanging out in her sunken living room. The circulating air smelled like butterscotch.

  Nancy wore a mint-colored lace camisole and she was barefoot with clear toenail polish. The mango-colored candles flickered in the darkness.

  He spoke like he was trash-talking to one of his boys. “I ain’t never seen no ass like yours before.”

  “You say that to all the big booty girls.”

  “The hell I do. Damn, girl, what does your mama look like?”

  She lowered her long body next to him, securing her womanly hips onto the blue gray woven sofa. “My mom? I guess you could say she’s big. Or more like heavy.”

  “Well, God bless her.” He talked like he was saluting.

  He picked up his glass of Grey Goose and cranberry on ice and swallowed while flipping through television channels.

  Nancy asked, “Jarod, have you talked to Tamiko?”

  “No. Why?” His eyes crept to her thirty-six-inch legs.

  “You haven’t even called her?”

  “No.”

  “Are you going to?”

  “I doubt it.”

  “You mean, you two don’t need to talk? You didn’t leave anything at her place, or maybe she left something at yours?”

  “No.” His eyes traveled up her six-foot body to her full breasts with nipples that showed themselves boldly.

  “That quickly? That easily? Isn’t there usually something that happens after you stop seeing someone? Something.”

  He blinked and returned his eyes to the TV. “Me and Tamiko are done. However quick or easy, I’m not sure.”

  “But why me, Jarod?”

  “Why you what?”

  “You could have gone back and asked her to understand. But, you didn’t. And you’re here with me. Even through my history with her dad?”

  Jarod put his hand on her thigh. “I’m here right now because I want to be. I’m not sure what I’m feeling. But, after what happened in that club, in spite of her sister’s feelings about me, or you, we just might be very well suited, you and me.”

  “You know that already?”

  “I’m just enjoying this.” He sat back and squeezed her leg.

  She sat back. “You know I’m quite a bit older than you.”

  “And?”

  “You’ve dated older women before?”

  “Many times.”

  “But not for long, obviously. You’re only twenty-eight.”

  “And?” he asked.

  “And you kn
ow I’m fighting for a portion of Charlie’s estate, right?”

  “I do.”

  “That doesn’t bother you?”

  “That’s on you.”

  “That’s on me? We’re not talking about some family out there who you’ve never met. We’re talking about Tamiko and Milan Kennedy.”

  Jarod leaned his head back against the soft cushion. “Nancy, come on. Here I am, spending time with you after some great nights together.” He looked down at her legs again. “You look good and you feel damn good. You’re sitting next to me and my dick is hard. Again. I’m enjoying you. You turn me the fuck on.” He looked at her softening face. “You have ever since the minute I saw you. I can’t help who you are. There’s no blood relation, even though I know both of them and what they must be saying about me. Or about us. The question is, can you handle this?”

  Nancy looked him in the eyes and down at his jeans. She simply smiled and examined his broad shoulders and beautiful chest muscles. “If only I had met you in some other way, some other time, without all of this. But, who knows. Who’s to say?”

  “Yeah, but you didn’t.”

  She leaned closer to him.

  “Sit on my face,” he demanded out of the blue with a stern look.

  She giggled. “Jarod, you just ate me out last night.”

  “Come up here, woman.”

  Jarod moved over to the left side of the sofa and leaned back. Nancy stood up, unsnapped her camisole and lowered the shoulder straps, allowing her breasts to spring from its lacy cups. She brought her shapely right leg over his shoulder and then her left leg. She looked down and positioned her cookie to his awaiting face and pulled back her hairy lips, exposing her clit for him. He immediately took it into his mouth and began his butterfly-flick magic. Right away, his hands grabbed her plump ass, covering the womanly curve of her bottom. Her right leg shook. It was like he was pushing a magic coochie button. Her bushy pussy rested on his mouth. His fingers pressed her cheeks hard enough to leave reddish imprints. His dick stiffened behind her.

  She squirmed toward him and fucked his face, riding his mouth. She ran her long fingers through her straight blonde hair and threw her head back. Nancy looked back and caught sight of his dark brown hands along her backside. Her pussy jerked.

  She felt her rush arriving at ninety miles an hour and pulled away from his face and backed down to his penis, hurriedly making her way up against it.

  It was as though her tight slit was begging to be fucked. He could hear it.

  “You have such a pretty dick.” She looked like she meant it.

  “I’ve got enough to feed the needy, baby.” He looked serious.

  Nancy placed her ready-to-blow pussy opening to the point of easy access, inserting his dick inside. She braced herself with her legs, descending onto his girth, and moaned softly.

  Jarod looked up at her as she lay upon him. His thick shaft was all up in her and she barely flinched. The feeling deep inside turned him on like a light switch.

  She looked at his face and leaned down. She bounced upon him, bucking her pussy along his twelve inches. She kissed his lips, nose, cheeks, and chin, licking where she had been. She sucked his neck and pecked a kiss against his ear.

  Jarod closed his eyes and looked as though his entire body had been swallowed inside of her. His legs flexed and his toes curled. He swelled north, south, east, and west, and she still stroked him inside of her walls.

  Her wide breasts were squeezed flat against his chest. She sat up and they bounced up and down according to the rhythm of her grind.

  She said loudly, “You’d better be glad my ass is six feet tall.”

  “You’re damn right about that shit. You can take all this dick.”

  “I try.”

  She was stretched to the limit while he worked hard at poking himself all the way back. She did not shy away.

  Her breathing spoke volumes to him. “Ohhh, baby. Jarod. That’s it. That’s it. Shit.” She lost control and she moaned, “Fuck,” making an I’m about to cum face. With a voice that sounded like it was inclined to break, Nancy grunted and let go of a hard, rolling, wet one with his name on it that oozed out alongside his coated dick.

  They kissed again. With his tongue in her mouth, his balls tingled, his stomach flinched, his scrotum rumbled, and his juices began to travel the long journey from the base to the length of his penis, and out of his tip, right onto Nancy’s ready, willing, and able pussy walls. His squirt caused him to pull his face away from her face and his whole body tensed up. His back arched and his breathing changed as he completely expelled his ejaculation. She was branded.

  Their demanding libidos matched.

  His spasms tapered off.

  The height of her afterglow snatched her brain. She was sated. She spoke with a moan. “Ah-hah, I see. You’re trying to get me sprung. You’re a real bully in bed. A girl’s gotta pack a lunch to get with you. This is dangerous.”

  “You’re the one who’s fucking Superwoman.” He kept his eyes on her.

  “Don’t you forget it, Dolomite. Don’t you ever fucking forget it.”

  She lay upon him.

  He closed his eyes.

  She closed her eyes

  He hugged her tight.

  The two fell asleep together, right there on the sofa, with his dick still inside of her.

  All the while, even fast asleep, she bonded.

  28

  “Pop That Thang”

  Thursday, May 8, 2008

  11:52 p.m.

  Tamiko lay on her back along the dark blue, Egyptian cotton sheets in her bedroom. The nighttime skies had arrived. The light of the overhead fan was dim, and the fan was set on High. She was unusually hot.

  Another day had come to an end and Jarod hadn’t even so much as sent her a text message. But for some reason, today, it didn’t even matter. Her anger over him not calling was overshadowed by the anger she felt over the fact the he was probably actually enjoying Nancy, or someone. She wondered if it was a broken heart that made her so miserable, or if it was a broken ego that was bringing her down. Again, she was unlucky at love. And she was growing pretty damn tired of it.

  This time, it wasn’t her river of tears that she was chasing away. It was a case of the hornies. And so, she pulled her lemon G-string to the side. Showing on her wide-screen television was a DVD . . . a dirty one . . . one that Jarod left behind.

  She squeezed the green-apple lubricating oil and it dripped between the split of her cunt. Her legs were open and her fingers separated her labia. She rubbed her pussy lips with her index and middle fingers. Her right-hand fingers massaged the tip of her sex button, back and forth. She slipped her middle finger deep inside for a quick self fucking and back up to her turned-on clitoris. Indeed, she was wet and ready for her own busy fingers.

  Her eyes took in a stimulating view of her ex’s favorite big-ass porno star, Cherokee. The hardcore movie was Phatty Girls 3. The costar was Jada Fire. And Jada and Cherokee were alternatively getting their pussies invaded by the king of all monster cock, Dickzilla Johnson.

  Tamiko propped two goose-down pillows behind her head and used the remote to turn up the volume of the barbaric sounds of Jada getting her asshole stuffed with a humongous penis while Cherokee straddled Dickzilla’s face as he lay on his back with his head hanging off the bed. Cherokee was pumping her stuff toward his face like his mouth was an awaiting pussy and her clit was a full-length, probing dick.

  Tamiko switched her stares between both women, and focused on Jada’s sodomy scene. She moaned and asked out loud, “How’s she taking all that?” She continued to watch while grinding toward the fingers that probed her tight insides. She turned to her right side and opened the nightstand drawer, locating the banana yellow, vibrating rubber clit massager, snatching it, and closing the drawer quickly. She flicked on the rounded power switch. The tiny toy hummed in her hot little hand. She took the short, hooked end and inserted it. And then she met the rounded edge of the v
ibrator to the flesh of her clit, moving the slick skin of her hood back to fully expose her most sensitive point. She allowed it to stimulate her directly and swirled it in a tiny circle, pushing herself against it and back.

  She eyed the kinky threesome, now with Jada sucking Cherokee’s brown, stiff nipples while Cherokee got her snatch rammed from behind. Her ass bounced and rolled about, and Dickzilla had a big, greedy, monstrous smile on his face. The close-up scene of his dick penetrating Cherokee’s drenched opening made Tamiko breathe hard. She massaged her left breast and nipple while still feeling the powerful vibration against her tiny hardness. She closed her eyes for a moment and absorbed the overwhelming feeling, again looking at Cherokee’s ass while Jada’s long tongue flicked along her nipple. Jada had one hand inside of her own vagina and her cheeks were clapping as though begging to be backed up herself.

  Tamiko began to think of what it would be like to have had Jarod in Dickzilla’s position, wondering if Cherokee would have liked to fuck his Long Dong cock, and imagined Jarod watching another woman lick her nipple while he dug deep inside of her.

  “Uuuhhhphm,” she groaned and then said, “I’ll bet that fool would get that nut over with then.”

  Dickzilla pulled out his glistening dick and Cherokee turned on her back while he brought his dick to her tits. Cherokee spat along her own chest and he pressed his dick between her breasts, up and down, while she squeezed her tits alongside his shaft. He banged her chin with his thick head and pulled back down and up. She continued to spit for him, and Jada now had her tongue deep into the crack of his ass.

  Dickzilla looked back and gave one more hard press toward Cherokee’s face and shot spurts of propelling cum onto her lips. Jada made a beeline to Cherokee’s face and licked his sperm off her mouth and chin, kissing Cherokee on the lips and smoothing Cherokee’s hairline back, kissing her forehead. She said in her ear, “You sexy bitch, you.”

  Just as Tamiko’s cell phone vibrated once, twice, and then three times against the surface of the walnut dresser, Tamiko’s massager continued to vibrate against her heated cherry. But the visual from the porno was too strong to turn away from. She shook her head and said with a throaty yell, “Yes.” She screamed at full volume while the throb of her clit approached its height. Her vaginal muscles constricted until she wailed, “Ahhhhhh yes. Yes. Uuuuuuuuummmm. Yes.” She licked her lips and pulled the massager away from her clit, turning to her side with her legs shut tight, holding her hand over her vagina. She gave a long, loud sigh of relief.