The Heart of Revenge

by Richie Drenz

  It didn’t slow me down. Before I could bite out his eye, fool-fool Vance that again, with his soft heart, always helping people and sorrying for people, come and hold me back again. It seemed like Vance working for a beating too or something.

  Mi buck Vance in his face. Then chuck it off and almost break off his neck. The flowers pot was still in one of Vance’s hand so he could barely manage mi. Mi rail up and wring up miself out of his hand. Vance held his face with his hand that I got out of and shouted,

  “Pinky stop nuh!” That didn't mean a thing to me.

  “Pictureman! Mi going to wring your neck like farm fowl!” and I meant every D.E.A.D. of what I said.

  I flung a full-fledged fist at his right ears corner. I had problems breathing, but I was either going hard or going hard, so I chose going hard. I felt a big Goliath hand snatched me by the wrist, lifted me off the ground, spun with me and threw me away in the other direction, away from the pictureman. Is who this now? Them want dead?

  I couldn’t believe that such a thing was done by him. Didn’t Daddy see the rawtid-hole kick mi get in my mouth? Before him pop one of the pictureman foot, him come holding on on people and throwing mi one side. He was limping over to me. I stared at him huffing and puffing but somehow my breathing got easier. I began to gather my head the closer Daddy came. The coward, Nathan, got the chance he wanted and bolted out of the church looking like a midget vampire running from sunlight. Daddy looked into my eyes for a moment without saying a word. Then he asked,

  “What happen to you? The devil in you? Saviour divine!” He shook his head with an expression that could have been one of disgust. “You plan to mash up your sister wedding? Eeh?”

  “But you don't see that is them come here to mash it up? Is me saving it.” Daddy’s eyes analysed me as if I had done something wrong and I was the one to be blamed but I knew different. I was the hero of the day. He should be thankful, well at least Leelia.

  “What mi should’ve do? ... Let them mash up mi little sister wedding? You must be mad no blood—-“ I stifled the last half of the badword, not for the sake of the church, but more for the sake that I was talking to Daddy, in a church.

  “So you happy now?” He pointed towards the girl who was spread on the floor without looking at her, still looking at me, “Look what you do to the poor girl on the floor. Look there.”

  “That’s what she must get! She too bright ... And ups!”

  At this point, mi start get bringle again. I wanted to curse, and shout, and grab, and fling and mash-up everything, every damn thing in sight. I tried hard to get a grip of my temper. Daddy always told me ‘Never let the tail wag the dog Pinky. Always remember, the dog should wag the tail whenever your temper is getting out of control’, and by preaching that to me so often, he meant that, I should never let the anger control me, I should control my anger, I’m the bigger one, so I should take control of it, and not it of me. It’s like I could hear him saying it to me without him saying it to me and a feeling began to bud inside me. It was an awkward feeling. One that was embarrassing almost. How I felt was a little stupid, a lot stupid, for being so angry and going so senselessly ballistic, especially in the church.

  But I wasn’t always like this, I swear. I got this violent from the very first day my man, Finaral, walked into my life. He was shoving a gun in my back with his finger on the trigger, on the very first day I met him. I haven’t been the same since that drama, especially what he is making me do just for Aubrea’s sake. Oh my, I really wished things weren’t like this. I couldn’t even let Aubrea know. I really wished I had more control over how I reacted to my temper though. I breathed with a little more ease, took softer breaths and cut mi eyes at Daddy when he asked,

  “Who’s the girl?” Then he rattled his hand in the air like a tambourine, making a signal to Vance as he instructed him, “Vance, go call back Lee.”

  Vance didn't move from around the drama. It seemed he too was just as curious about the girl as everyone else was in the church. He too wanted to hear the story, the full story. Too bad, mi knock the bitch out cold into next summer after next, and mi for one, not saying anything bad ’bout mi sister and mi damn well never was going to make the bitch or anyone else come and talk bad ’bout mi sister, more over destroy her wedding and disgrace her. Never.

  A heavy gust of wind blew through the willow tree outside. The windows flung back open and the loudest and longest “Woooeeee,” from day, bellowed into the church. The loudest omen of things to come, so it seemed.

  Out of nowhere, there was another loud uproar in the church that frightened the shit out of me. The horror filled shrieks the congregation made rose the fine hairs on my skin and made them stood stiff with terror. Everyone was screaming. Munchy covered her mouth disbelievingly with one hand and snapped pictures with the other. The shouts were bursting from every corner of the church.

  “No! Murder! Murder!... Murdahhh!”

  My heart began to quail. I turned around, instantaneously I needed my asthma pump and mi feel a series of farts building up in mi bottom.

  CHAPTER 19

  Do This For Me

  by: Vybz

  Her serenading scent fills the air around my face, I salivate, run the hardness of my thumbnail down the cushiony center of her panty, pressing against the meaty plump of her sacred flesh. I put my thumb in my mouth, wet it, drag it down the soft edges of her pink pliable pussy tongue through her panty, her eyelids sleepily, sexually, in a trance-like state, flutter down, she keeps them closed. The flesh inside is pink and her juices begin to flow down slightly, lightly, white, flowing beautifully, dabbing the white lace in her pink panty, moistening her inside, my mouth wetting itself. Her panty so wet she must have had a bad bladder. I run my thumbnail back up her edges, not going inside, outside, trailing along the entrance of her slit, her lips swollen, getting bigger, protruding a slight peep out her engorging pussy cheeks. She moans. My sensually smooth touches quietly stroking along her. I wet my thumb again, press my wet thumb harder as I stroke along her. My thumb bends her panty material slightly into her slit and my thumb gets wet through her panty, her face sweetly winces into a sour expression as the words softly whispers from her opened mouth,

  “Mmmm .... mmm.”

  The ceiling above us in the warehouse is a great distance high, a mile high. The walls are a cruise-ship’s length apart. People are still here at work. I suck her juices off my thumb. I go down lower, kneel before her. Kiss the curving front of her peach see-through underwear. My big lips presses against her, and on my lips I can feel the temperature of her pussy, it’s high, boiling. Her vagina milk seeps through as she awaits my long horny tongue. I make playful sexbites at the front of her panty with the hard edges of my teeth, her pussy turns into liquid. Her juices soak a mark at the front of her panty, I have to taste her. I suck on her pussy through her draws, suck her juices through the panty material, tongue kiss it. The white lace of her panty tickles the corner of my mouth, brushes against my moustache. I press my French kiss into her draws, my mouth milking her pussy, sucking her pussy through her panty. Tingles ripple through her spine, she involuntarily kicks, her spine twists, her whole body twisting, her legs wide apart and trembling. Face flinches when she begs,

  “Suck it, suck it please, suck mi pussy, move the draws and suck it now.”

  I can see her pink clit already protruding from between her chocolaty pussy cheeks. I wonder what her puffy cheeks taste like. Honey? Sweet? The mouth of her pussy is juicy, but stifling by her tight squeezing undie. She wants to take it off and just feed her pussy in my face, her raw naked pussy. Grind my face. Just grind in my face.

  “Just suck it baby, suck mi pussy, suck it real good...” Body sexually overcharged, she gasps from the electrified pleasure running through her, clamps her teeth together, through her clamped teeth she sucks in a long breath with a, ‘HEHSSSH’ sound then command impatiently ... “SUCK IT... HEHSSSH ... SUCK IT.”

  Her hand roughly shoves me in closer t
o her drippings, her hips rising closer, nearer to my mouth, forcing it in my face. She wants to sit in my face; she gets aggressive, pushes me down, pushes me hard. I fall. Land on the carton box. I sit there. A box tumbles over, makes an unwanted echo. I look both sides quickly, again over my shoulders.

  “Sssssh.”

  She doesn’t look around. She walks over to me, stands over my head, both legs opened above my head leading all the way up to her drenching underneath. A single sticky drip of her transparent and glistening juice stretches from between her legs, lands on my forehead. Fuck she’s wet. She’s about to take a comfortable sit in my face. I look both sides again. No one.

  She stoops down into my face, her juice runs on to my chin before her pussy reaches my face, she rubs her pussy onto my happy tongue, her taste, ... her taste, she has her own taste, its more delicious than rice and peas. Her pussy covers my mouth. She slathers my lips, my nose, my chin, works her loin in my face, sits her whole body weight onto my face, squashing my mouth broadly. I feel her weight flattening my lips and her vagina together. She grabs the crown of my head, grinds my face, swings her hips rigorously on my face, with a smooth looping motion of her loin, grinding into my mouth, rough oral grinding. She stands back up. Turns around. Turns the other direction over me, her ass to my face, bends over 6:30 without bending her knee, swallows my cock, her pussy above my head like a pink yummy halo. Still sitting on the box, I lean in towards her naked pussy, suck on her pink softness, her legs opened above my head, knees still straight. I’m sucking on her, she’s sucking on me. I call this the 6:30-69 position.

  She takes me in deep into mouth, chugs it down. I voyage beyond her tonsils, she murmurs a nasal humming noise

  ‘Mhhhm’ as she slurps. Floats her tongue on me, affectionately working, mouthing the full length of my cock, flicks her tongue at the cusp, circles it, swallows me deep. A bright lightning of pleasure strikes my body. I jerk and I rock and I kick and twist, and bite, and flinch, and I cringe, the feeling rocketing through my whole body. She pulls me out her mouth, spits on my chocolate cock, wipes it off with her fat plumpy lips, drags her tongue on my balls. Licks along the straightness of my cock, at the side, at the main vein. She flips my cock upward, does a long slow lick on the underside of my cock, curving her soft broad tongue in the V of the penis cusp, swallows it in her summer-like mouth, a shiver runs from my balls to my ten toes, my toes curl. I see Moses in full white speaking to me in seven different languages. Heaven. I’m in heaven. My eyes roll and flutter and roll. God this feels good.

  I return the favour, barely skim my tongue over the entrance of her pussy, and without warning, flick my tongue at an unhumanly fast speed, flicking over her pussy lips, tongue, cheeks, labia, clit, just to get her body excited. A helicopter-propeller-tongue swirling. I spread her pussy open, spread one cheek before pulling away the other, both lips apart, sluggishly lick upward with the point of my tongue, lick from the base of her clit right up the center real slow, up to the head of her clit, flicking over her clitoral hood, lick it again, slow. I flatten my tongue, my pliable tongue bending. I make broader wetter licks, licking all the sweet frosting off, swallow up her clit, inside my mouth warm, a sensation warps through her, twists her knees, I spit out her clit, slide inside her with my tongue, soft, warm, slippery, swooping in her. I slow down, linger my tongue on her petrified clit, the center of my tongue sinks deeper as the two sides curb upward, the point of my tongue stiff and hard, flicking it viciously smooth against her swollenness and shove my finger in her warm hole unexpectedly. She jumped, clasped her legs, tingles erupting through her belly. I flicker my tongue up and down and only my lower jawbone is moving. She wobbles, can’t stand, spins around, sits on the box, I take out my wet finger, she swallows it, spreads her legs east and west and I bury my stiff pink lively tongue six foot six in her pussy. Her breathing is ragged. Her breathing slows.

  Her whole body is getting stiff. Her lips apart, breathing stops, my soft tongue renders her speechless, her eyes hazy in confusion. Her body folds, hands gripping my head between her legs, her shoulders hunched forward in intense pleasure. Her belly goes flat, bracing her pussy forward into my mouth, forcing it forward and forward and forward, her body making waves like a belly dancer, feeds her pussy into my mouth. I eat her. She whimpers,

  “Eat it, eat it, fucking eat it!”

  Her hand pushes my head hard between her thighs, she twists her closed legs with my head fastened in between them, twists her closed legs the other way, I keep sucking, she pulls me away, slaps me across the face, buries back my lips into her pussy, winds in my face, humps my face off, fucks my face in a horny-can't-get-your-tongue-deep-enough tantrum, twisting wildly, pushes me away, smacks me across the face again; it hurts, forces back my face deep into her tush, takes her hand and pulls on my tongue, her thumb squeezing ontop, pulling my tongue. I flash my head; she grabs the top of my head, fierce, shoves my head back into her, winds in my face, winds in my face hard, wines wildly, never stopping, forcing her cunt into my mouth, humming in pleasure, moaning, feeding me pussy, stuffing my mouth, pussy gags me, corking my mouth. I can barely get air to breathe between her edible thighs, but I keep sucking on her pussy, I never stop. Don’t you dare stop forcing it into my mouth. I keep sucking on it, sucking, tongueing her velvety-smooth hole, swiping my horny tongue inside, flicking it up with a bending curve as it touches inside her, a continuous waving swoop. I see a small speck of her juice on the outside of her brown cheeks, I kiss the speck off, a freaky kiss, wet kiss, keep kissing. I get ravish, get carried away, kissing her cheeks with no table manners whatsoever, sloppy, no etiquette about how greedily I’m devouring her pussy, my fat lips clip around her pussy lips, suck, form soapy spit in my mouth, smooth, gentle, I won’t stop, determine to find out if I can suck all the skin off her pussy lips. I slide my lips up and down her labia, wanting to take all the taste off her lips and paste it onto my tongue, I keep sliding up and down, her clit fidgets between her pussy lips, it sinks, a contraction, it jumps back up sharply, she can feel a string of tension stemming from the center of her navel to her clit, a connecting jumping muscle, excited from pleasure. Her whole body tremors, like she’s freezing, like an epileptic fit, her body twitching and shaking like mad, her legs look as if they are about to fall from under her, she can’t stand straight. Her face is the only thing not moving, face twisted but not moving, frozen in a moment of pleasure and shock. A staggering volt of pleasure rises from the center of her navel and spreads up, explodes down in her pussy with a trillion unbearable stings, scorching every nerves they course by in her pussy, torturing her clit, she can’t hold back her gushes anymore. It’s cumming, it’s cumming, the juices charging down in her body, the tingly sensation rips through her nipples, belly, toes and even her asshole tightens, puckers, twitches, her clit twitching so hard her shoulder is shrugging, her mouth hangs open, her breathing is short and harsh,

  “Uh! Uh! Uh! I’m cumming, Uh! I’m fucking exploding! Don’t stop, Uh! Don’t fucking stop! Suck it! Suck it!”

  Her fingers gripping at the top of the cardboard box. It slips off the box. She grabs back onto the pointed edge of the box, clings on to it, she’s shooting juices, her legs crossing and pleasure paralysing her body, a devastating orgasm. The sensation of cumming ripping from the depths of her pussy, climaxing, magnifying into a maddening pleasure at the pinnacle of her so tender clitoris. Her clit contracts tightly, jumps, a jolt of electric pleasure shoots into her belly. She falls to her knees, shudders, her body nudging in sporadic outbursts, climaxes faintly grazing inside her, prickles under her skin, the popping sensation drifting down her spine. Moments after the tail of her monstrous cumming has passed she’s still shaking. Shakes. Shaking. Her body sensitive. She shakes. Her shaky voice utters,

  “Fuck, that felt like twelve cums in one.”

  A high-pitched voice yelled,

  “Who that?” I wasn’t sure if the voice was a man or a woman. Sound more feminine to me than a man though
. Must be one of her girlfriends that works around the front of the wholesale. I dashed behind the carton . She yelled back.

  “Is me.”

  “Me who?”

  The figure swayed closer. It was a straight shaping girl in skin tight jeans with her hair canerow to the back.

  "Is Portia, Marlon, you a informer or something? Mi soon come ’round. Mi head a hurt mi man and mi a take a little rest. Mi soon come ’round. You hear?”

  “Mr. Yee looking for you from ’bout three thirty till now.”

  Kiss mi rawtid! I had to look closer. You know is really a man though. Jah know star, the high-pitch and slur in his voice could’ve pass for a girl still.

  “Tell him mi did in the bathroom. Go on. Mi coming now.”

  “Alright ... Is you alone round here Portia? Mi never hear a whole heap a noise like you a fuck again round here?”

  "You can't stop watch under mi now? Stop watch mi man.”

  "Is what do pop-down you? Eeh? No bother come try take mi on yaah, mi not able for you mi dear. Mi ask if you a fuck ’round here again? Talk, talk. Talk up the things them.”

  “How you chat so much?” She looked at my expression, my expression was stoic. She got more angry at what he just disclosed, she curses “Mi wonder is what you have underneath you? ... Hsst ... You must a pussy-watchman to rawtid.”

  "Mi watching your sour rae-rae front? Hsst.” He braced his chest forward and rocked his head while tracing her. His facial expression over-gesticulated and his mouth formed into many different shapes as he articulately pronounced his words like Shebada would when acting in a play on stage. “Everybody know your clitoris already Portia, don’t make mi talk up the things them and do you up bad in here, ooh. ’Cause we all know your first name is Portia and your lastname is Too-Fucky-Fucky. Go on and leave mi yaah.”

  Is what this man? It look like Portia running her thing red a daytime round here, round the back. Jah know star! Never again, I swear. Marlon dismissed Portia by simply fanning her off with his right hand and as he disappeared from the dark warehouse in the direction he came from he pulled on the end of one of his canerow that hung at the side of his neck. Portia said,