Special Delivery
By TyWill
BANG
BANG
“yo he’s hit”
“What the fuck, naw not my dawg”
“Stay with me Quan, Stay with me”
“Fuck, how didn’t you see that nigga coming.”
“The Nigga snuck up behind mall and dropped him.”
Ten feet away laid one dead, two wounded and one critical.
Dispatch: “911, what’s your emergency “
“I just shot multiple people on the corner of Craft and Kelly.”
Click . . . .
So before we get into how I got to this point, let me take you back.
“Naquan, ”
“Naquan, ”
“Naquan Bell, get your ass up and out my damn house. I told you to stop selling drugs out of my house.”
Waking up confused, I didn’t know what the hell was going on. I was 28 sleeping on my ex’s couch. When we broke up, I lost everything and started drinking and smoking, boy was it bad. She took my name off the lease and paid for the apartment and car by herself. I thought she would hold me down, but no, I got kicked to the curb like I didn’t pay all the bills while she was unemployed.
The only real thing we had going on until a week ago was the sex. The way I’ll come home and she immediately tells me to eat her pussy while she records all of it. One time I came home after working a long shift at the factory, and before I could put the key in the door, she swung the door open fully naked under her robe. She scared the fuck out of me, but once she back peddled to the dining room table she opened her robe and laid fully naked on her back. Telling me to come eat. I couldn’t even take my jacket off before she started yelling at me to come now. I was hard as fuck and just wanted to pound her, but nope, it was her way or the highway. So I obliged. I walked over to the table and took a seat. You would think I was getting ready for a full course meal. As I sat down, I pushed her legs up and took my tongue from her taint to her pussy. Slowly dipping my tongue inside of her, she grips the table as if she was trying to get away. I reached for her thighs to pull her closer to me.
I move towards her clit; she runs her hand through my hair, grinding on my face. Pumping her hips as I shake my head side to side and humming creating a vibration on her clit. I placed my thumb In her butt and fingered her pussy with the other hand, creating a stream of cum like I’ve never seen her cum before. Creaming my face, her legs shaking and her moans become louder, releasing a yell then into a fetal position, After that day she wouldn’t let me touch her let alone talk to her, but hey it is what it is.
She knew I was selling weed, but I didn’t tell her I started selling coke and making 3x the amount of money I was making selling weed. Little did I know my homeboy moms came over and asked for me. How did she know where I lived I don’t know, but that started off weird as well?
Two days after me and Moni had dinner, well I had dinner. I was chilling over my boy Digg’s house. Digg got his name because we knew him to drop bodies and dig graves for them. He even dug graves for other people’s bodies. That’s how he made his money and got his name. His mother was 39 and fine as hell. She was light skin with 32GG breast and a nice small butt that spreads open like a butterfly wings when she would be face down ass up. How did I know well shit happens, we would smoke and bag the weed up. She would always prance around the house with some yoga pants on, knowing damn well she never done yoga in her life. They would be so tight her camel toe would be vivid. Hell, one time I swore she was wet, but she said she was sweating.
“Aye, Aye nigga stop staring at my moms. You trippin.”
She was folding clothes, and I was looking at her like she was a piece of meat that needed to be tenderized.
“Quan you keep thinking I’m playing with you I will kill you if you ever cross the line.”
I just laughed and waved him off.
“Nigga please, just be happy I’m not your step daddy already.”
Ms. Johnson smirked and laughed. Digg pulled out his glock and put one In the chamber and pointed it at me.
“Bro I’m not joking I will kill you and everyone around you. On God.”
“Digg chill out your 22 my nigga learn how to take a joke.”
“Digg, I told you to stop pointing that damn gun in my house. Now you get to run to the store and grab dinner.”
“What do you need Ms. Johnson I’ll go pick it up?”
“First stop with the Ms. Johnson and just call me NuNu. Second, I need you to look at the sink, cause it’s leaking and I know you do maintenance work on the side. Chyna told me you delivered a special part for her shower so you can help me out.”
Oblivious to the statement she just made, I just kept bagging up the weed. I didn’t know she talked to Chyna as they lived in two different projects. Only thing I could think of was Chyna told her we had sex. I knew Chyna from the block that I hustled. Her baby father Pops sold for me on the block so I would bump into her all the time and ask about Pops. Pops was an addict, and that made him the perfect person to handle the drugs as no one would question him. He eventually got clean and wanted to leave the drugs alone, so we switched him to handle the money at his place. Standing outside of the building being supervised by Bo Bo. I went over to check in on Pops and Chyna.
“Hey Quan, pops is in the back room. You’re looking good, how have you been.”
“I’m good just out here trying to make this money.”
“I hear you, that print is looking good be careful out here.”
As she walks by me, she rubs her ass against my dick. Then I realized what print she was speaking of. She was alright, nice, thick, and dark skin with curly hair. Mad dudes claim they smashed, but I knew she wasn’t down for no broke ass niggas. I made my way to the back room; I peeped she had a bunch of toys lying around like she was sending smoke signals. In the back room there was Pops, high as hell with the money locked up in the closet. For him to be a recovering addict, he would smoke a lot of weed. I took two G’s from the safe and some weed in his lap as payment. On the way out, I called for Chyna. She Popped up out of the room. She threw on a tee shirt with no panties. How did she get naked so fast I have no clue, but damn she was sexy as fuck.
“Hey Quan before you go can you look at something for me? Cause you know pop will be out for a while cause he’s high as fuck.”
“Yea let me see what the problem is.”
I placed my stuff on the kitchen table and kept creeping closer and closer until she could smell my shirt.
“Quan is that Tom Ford.”
“What do you know about Tom Ford?”
“Let me find out you have some swag to you. You lite skinned men trying y’all hardest to make a comeback.”
“Oh, you got jokes I see, what is it you need.”
“Follow me”
I followed her to the bathroom in her room; I noticed the shower head was off. Before I could turn around, she handed me the new showerhead. It was a high power 7 speed shower head that could reach anywhere inside the tub. Looking confused, I just explained that I may need to take my shirt off. I didn’t want to mess up my gear. This shit is expensive. She stood in the doorway staring at me, wanting me to strip down.
“Can a lite skinned get some space?”
“Sure, I’ll get you a towel in case I get wet, I mean if you get wet.”
We both laughed as she walked out the bathroom. Not thinking, I removed my sweats as I had some basketball shorts on underneath. She yells out that she’s closing the door, but cannot tell me she’s staying in the room. My dick was hard, probably from the thought she wasn’t wearing any panties. I was curious, so I pulled my dick out through the peephole to let it hang.
Knock, knock
Chyna is standing there smiling. Trying to hurry and put it back in, she takes a step toward me.
“No, no, don’t be shy, that dick is nice. You look about 9 inches and thick. You would stretch me out.”
“Look, I apologize I didn’t know you were still in the room I’m sorry.”
“Look, I’ll make a deal with you. If you replace my shower head, I’ll give you a blowjob.”
“Chyna, no, Pops is right next door, I would hate to fuck him over.”
“Or I can go get him and see what he says about you being naked In my bathroom. How would you explain that”
“Ain’t the kids here somewhere.”
I knew damn well the kids lived with her mother; I had to try something to get out of this situation.
“Look Chyna, how about this I’ll leave it out and replace the shower head and you can watch. Deal?”
“Sure, now get started.”
I was replacing the shower head and Chyna brought a weird silver toy out with a pink-looking gem on the end.
“Yoo You’re doing too much shortly. What is that?”
“This is what you’re going to help me with. She spits and sucks on the round end as if she was giving head. I started getting hard, I knew for sure she noticed as she reached down and grabbed my dick. She started with a slow stroke. That gets me worked up all the time. All I could think about was how wet and tight her pussy would be, and if she could take the pipe.”
“For a person who doesn’t know what this is, you’re getting hard. This is a butt plug.”
“Look, I don’t know what kind of kinky shit you are into, but I’m not into no ass play.”
“Stop talking bullshit, this is for me. I’m going to put your third leg down and bend over the toilet. When I do, I want you to put it in my ass. Only thing that should show is the gem. Once it’s in, you can slide in too.”
She has officially my mind blown at this point. I’m a nigga from the hood, im sure im not the only who doesn’t don’t know what the fuck that is. The idea of having her permission to fuck her is tempting. She bends over the toilet and all you can see is ass. It just jiggled for no reason it seemed like. I insert the plug, I can see her playing with her pussy between her legs. Rubbing her clit and spreading her lips so I can see what it looks. Tike, the perfect slice of roast beef. She reaches further back and teases herself with my dick. Rubbing her clit, spreading her lips with my head at one point, she placed my head into her pussy and told me all I had to do was step in. Feeling how tight she was, I almost came at that moment. To feel her squeeze my head and moan every time she did was making me want her more. Every squeeze felt like she was dripping wet, just sliding in and out. Once I placed the plug in, she squeezed my head as she rubbed her clit. Not knowing if this is a good idea, I pulled out. I can see her pussy so wet, it was leaking on the toilet lid. I’ve seen a woman cream before, but this time it was just wet.
She places her fingers between her lips till it was just the right amount of wetness and grabs my dick, pulling me closer. Using her juices to stroke me, she then takes her other hand and spreads her ass. As if she was guiding me. So I obliged, removing her hands and spreading her cheeks myself and slowly entering her Pussy. I’ve fucked before, but never like this. I slide in again. She keeps moving forward with deep moans.
“OMG, you’re going to stretch me out.”
“You wanted it, so take it”
I placed my hands on her shoulders to keep her from getting away. After every stroke I realized I couldn’t slide all the way in and it felt like I was trying to poke a hole in her stomach. Moan after moan, I pounded harder. Removing my hands from her shoulder to her neck pulling her torso towards me and kissing her. Her eyes would roll back into her head as she moaned in pleasure.
SMACK
SMACK
I slapped her ass as hard as I could. The first one was unexpected, so she jumped and giggled out of pleasure. The second one made her scream. The louder she got, the more I was afraid Pops would wake up. Boy was I right, we heard someone yell out for Chyna but I didn’t care at that point I was in it to win it. Pounding harder and faster, Pops walked through the house looking for her, I needed to wrap this up.
“Yo Chyna, wtf is going on.”
As he entered the room, all he heard was my voice.
“Aww fuck, be nice and slid on for daddy.”
Pissed and upset, Pops storms into the bathroom and damn near bust down the door.
“Wtf is going on in here.”
As he stood confused, he saw me dressed in a wife beater and basketball shorts trying to get the shower head attached to the shower neck.
“WTF Pops, you scared the shit out of me.”
Chyna standing near the sink fully dressed and handing me the tools I needed to finish the job.
“Why are you so damn loud? Your name is not on the damn lease.” Chyna replies.
“It sounded like you was In here fucking.”
“Why the fuck would I be fucking Quan and your In the other room.”
“Well, I could have changed the shower head for you.”
“I’ve asked you for weeks and all you do is get high and fall asleep. You couldn’t screw in a light bulb, let alone screw me properly.”
Chyna stormed out of the bathroom, I could see the embarrassment on pop’s face, so I changed the subject.
“Damn that, Pops, did you get the delivery?”
“Yea, but you gave me more than ever.”
“That’s right, cause I trust you not to use my shit. I also put some extra bread In there to get that bitch off your back. If you pay the rent, you might actually get some pussy.”
Not realizing Chyna was nearby, she yells out.
“Fuck You Quan you have a better chance of fucking me then he do and you don’t have to pay the rent.”
In the following days, Chyna would text me “Special Delivery”. That was code for I want it now. I asked why she chose that and her response was.
“It’s special and I like my meat delivered.”
All I could do was shake my head and pray Pops never found out because that pussy was magical.
Back to NuNu. She had me puzzled and something said to look around and as I did; she looked and smiled. At that moment, I knew I FUCKED UP.
“Digg, I need you to go across town to the Spanish grocery store and grad everything on this list.”
“WTF that shit is like 30 mins there and back.”
“Watch your mother fucking mouth in my house. I’m tired of the disrespect. Next time ima buss your shit open. Now Quan is staying for dinner.”
“Ms. Johnson…”
With a pissed off face, she looks at me with the scariest look ever.
“My fault NuNu, but I gotta get out here and take care of some business.”
“Quan I wasn’t asking, I’m telling you.”
The next 10 minutes I continued to bag up the weed and separate the product. Digg was on his way out the door and told me he would be back so we could move some of this weight. Soon as he walked out of the house, I felt a gust of air as I stood up to stretch my legs and walk to the bathroom. I turned around and NuNu was literally behind me with a look of I’m ready.
“So how can I get on the Special Delivery list”
Playing confused, I downplayed the whole thing.
“I have no clue what you’re talking about. What the hell is the special delivery list?”
“Ok Quan, you must be dumb and Chyna is lying but ok.”
With so many things running through my mind, I panicked. I had questions. Why would Chyna tell anyone knowing Pops would flip his shit if he found out. How the fuck do they know each other and why did my name come up in conversation. Out of all the niggas on the block, how can I be in the middle of these two. I don’t fear any man who breathes the same air as me, but Digg is a psycho. They diagnosed him with a split personality disorder. This all came from him seeing the physical and emotional abuse his mother received by an old OG in the game named Booboo. Digg would create unique personalities to mask the sounds of them fighting as he talked and played in his room. Some days it worked, some days not so much.
If Digg was to find out, I think he would make right on his earlier threat he made. That wasn’t a chance I will make. Being who I am, all I can say is I tried well, I think I did.
“Since you want to play stupid Quan, the toolbox is in the closet and the problem is under the sink.”
I opened the cabinets, and there was water leaking into a bucket.
“Do you see the problem?”
“Yea, it looks like the pipe was loose, so if the sink was full of water it would leak.”
Before I could slide out from under, I felt her hand unzip my pants. Warm hands digging down, trying to pull my dick out through my boxers. It was crazy how bold she was knowing her son was a good friend and he worked for me.
“Yo chill, you buggin.”
“Look, you’re going to do me or ima do you, decide. Digg can be back any moment cause you know he’s forgetful.”
Before she finished her statement, we could hear keys jingling as if he was trying to come back in.
“Ma, Ma. What the hell where are they.”
“We are in the kitchen.” She replies,
He turns the corner, and I have a tarp on me with tools on top. She’s standing over me, watching.
“Oh shit, I forgot the sink was leaking. How long are you going to be? I want you to rock with me.”
“Give Quan 10 mins and he will come down. I don’t want your retarded ass to forget my shit and I can’t make dinner.”
“Say less, I’ll be at the spot”
Digg rushes out of the house. The spot was the stash house in the next building we rented. He couldn’t fully slam the door before she removed the tarp and got back to it. Looking at it like a foreign object.
“You better not cum fast either.”
Confused, I lifted my head and the next thing I knew my eyes were in the back of my head. NuNu had my dick in her mouth and licked around my head. Holding me by the base of my cock, staring right at me as she forces her tongue into my dick and swirling it around. It was the first time my toes actually curled a little. All I could think was these old heads are freak nasty’s. She makes a ring around my head with her other hand and just spit on it. Then slowly let her hand go down as she slowly sucks and strokes at the same time. Twisting and pulling at the base as her other hand twists and meets in the middle. I instantly wanted to nut.
“Hold on, don’t bust I want to try something.”
“Don’t you think you have done enough.”
“You tell me Quan have I.”
I played it off like I wanted her to stop, but that wasn’t the case. She slowly kept twisting and sucking until I was fully hard. She stopped and continued to jerk me off. I figured it was over, so I was ready to get up. Then she got down and shoved it down her throat gagging herself creating a bunch of spit. I could feel her trying to breathe to the point I could see tears roll down her eyes. Staring right at me, I couldn’t wait anymore. I was full and ready to fill her stomach with cum if she stayed like that. It was like she was reading my mind as she came up for air. She licked and sucked on my balls. Using them as meditation balls in her mouth, it was more relaxing than pleasure, but it felt good as fuck.
She wouldn’t let me move an inch, as she sat between my legs, bent over. Keep in mind, I was under the damn sink. All I could think about was how good it felt and how Digg was going to kill me if he ever found out. 5 minutes in and she had spit all around her lips. My balls are all wet and messy, but who am I to complain this was new for me.
“I’m not done, I’m going to make you bust real fast so I can clean you up with my mouth.”
My Thought was, Is she going to lick it all up. I couldn’t even say a word before she was gagging herself and every time she came up for air she sucked and did a hand twist.
“Fuck I’m about to cum.”
“I know I can feel it.”
With my dick pulsating and trying to catch my breath, she shoved my dick down her throat and pulled up. So I said fuck it and nutted down her throat. She kept sucking, and I just kept Cumming more and more. Gripping her hands, trying to push her off me, she went back to twisting. Once I nutted she wasn’t lying, she licked up every drop. At this point it was gentle touches and soft licks. Using my dick to wipe the cum off her chin and suck it up, I just kept saying wtf.
“You taste like pineapples Quan”
Shocked, I didn’t respond. Few people knew I loved pineapples. Hell, I didn’t know it could change the way my sperm tasted. She cleaned me up. She kissed my head multiple times and stroked it, looking for more cum.
“Stay there ima get a towel and you better fix my sink”
“I guess now that I can concentrate, I will.”
With all of that, I fixed the sink as she wiped me down. I walked out; she tried to give me some money for Digg. I clearly forgot all about him and dinner. I pushed her hand away
“I got it.”
“Quan look.”
I turned around to look, and her breast was out. Huge breast with small areolas with perfect size nips. I just walked out and smiled.
“Quan when I text Special Delivery you better come running.”
I didn’t answer, I just made my way to the elevator thinking I’m going to die, just wait and see.
Couple of days went by and all I could feel was regret and disgust. Sleeping with Moni, Chyna, and now Nunu, I officially hit rock bottom. I kept a low profile, didn’t show my face in the hood, and had niggas looking for me. I was afraid people would find out. Every time Chyna or Nunu texted special delivery, I went running. Chyna started calling in between work shifts, wanting sex in the car. Nunu went as far as getting Nasty with Digg in the other room. She would joke about wanting to be caught. That scared the shit out of me and I didn’t know what to do, so I started keeping my distance from her.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n3pp14/special_delivery_part_1