Keisha and I often butt heads with each other, mostly because she’s a fucking tease. Now wait, before you go to thinking I’m some misogynistic Neanderthal who needs his peter played with because I’m a sexually motivated monkey, you must know something. We have a lot of non-sexual fun, like when we watch Dragon Ball Super or when we play NBA 2k. We go out on dates.
Once, during a beautiful night without a cloud in sight I picked her up from her house and drove to a field in the middle of the city. Undisturbed by light pollution we sat together and counted the stars. We pointed to the different ones. There was the Big Dipper. The North Star. But suddenly and quite shockingly, her hand grazed my exposed thigh. I looked at her, the touch startled me. Her eyebrows dropped low over her eyes like a cliff, and she batted her eyelashes. I stretched out my collar. Goosebumps crawled up from where she touched me into my neck, making me shiver. She let her fingers wander up my thigh until she found my dick. It was the first time she ever touched it. By the time her hand wrapped around it I was rock hard. I froze. She picked up on it. She giggled. Making me squirm was one of her favorite past times. Her soft hands moved up my shaft and tickled my head.
With her hand still firmly on my dick she leaned over me, “I can barely fit my hand around it.” Her velvet voice hot on my ear.
Then she kissed me. Plump ass lips nearly swallowing mine whole. Her lips hovered down my stomach brushing against my happy trail, finally finishing up by kissing the top of my pants, making my dick jump. The entire time it was like she puppeted my nervous system sending quivers down my leg, quickening the pace of my breath, tripling the pulse of my heart. I was for certain that I’d lose my virginity that night or at least I’d bust my blowjob cherry.
We made out that night, but nothing more. And that was the story of our relationship. I repeatedly found myself unable to reach the mountain peak because she’d cut my climbing gear. Other times it would be her dancing in her room nearly half naked in nothing but a sports bra and too small cheerleading shorts so tight it’d squeeze her fat, protruding pussy lips. A camel toe looking more like a camel’s foot.
With all of that hamster wheel turning, I decided enough was enough. I no longer could take all of the sexual tension. I mean I sometimes bolted out of the house because I splooshed my pants from her teasing.
Anytime I asked about doing anything further she’d always chuckle then give a devilish grin and say one day. And with a voice as soft as hers, you believe anything coming out of her mouth. But I was 18, I couldn’t wait one day. I kept having dreams about her, waking up with my sheets sticking to me. The funny thing about all of this was that plenty of other girls were trying to talk to me at the time, but because of my loyalty to Keisha I didn’t want anything to do with them. But where did my loyalty get me? Nowhere, but ruining pants and sheets.
I decide to break it off with her. I text her we need to talk; she tells me to come over because her mother isn’t home. First, I’m hesitant. I’m unsure if I should really go over. What if she does it again? Having me look like boo-boo the fool with my dick in hand. But you always suppose to break up with a girl in person, it’s the principal. It seems like a trap, but I know I have to go and get this over with. Clouds play peekaboo with the moon as I drive over. Once outside her house I call.
“I’m outside.”
“OK the door’s open, I’m in the shower.”
“Keisha I just wanted to talk.”
“I know I know. I know what it is about too. And you’re right. So come on in so we can talk.”
I bite my lip. I stay in my car for a little bit longer trying to get myself together. I tell myself to be strong and don’t let her control the situation. You’re the man, not her. You run this, not her. So go in there and put your muthafuckin’ foot down nigga and show her who’s boss.
After the self-talk I’m ready to go to war. I walk to the front door, take a deep breath and enter the lion’s den. I hear the droplets of water cascading out of the shower head and knocking against the ceramic floor as I make my way downstairs to her room. I imagine the water splashing against her honey-sweet skin, then rolling in between her breasts to momentarily pool around her nipples. My pants start to grip me as my dick grows from the thought. I try to shake it off. No, I came for one thing and one thing only, to break this off.
I go and sit in her room and wait. I’m on my phone watching YouTube distracting any thoughts of her wet body. Then I hear the water turn off. She’s about to come in here. I swallow hard and prepare myself. I get up and began to pace, mumbling under my breath. When she enters everything seems to stop, even time itself slowed to gawk at her. Her shower cap couldn’t distract from her beauty. The lips I sucked on. The snug fit of her robe, hugging her boobs and barely covering any parts of her thighs.
“Umm…that’s new.” Cotton mouth and salivation happens to me all at once.
“Do you like it? I just bought it from Victoria’s Secret.” She spins quick to model the robe and, in her haste, the bottom half umbrellas to reveal the ever-slightest glance of her pussy. Never had I seen it, only its print through tight shorts or underwear she’d like to prance around in. My knees nearly give. I’m starving dog being toyed with a hot plate of sausage links.
“Yeah, it’s nice, but we need to talk.” I turn around so I’m not looking at her
“OK, but wait can you do me a favor first?”
“What is it?”
Climbing onto the bed she unties her robe letting it fall to her waist sure to quickly lie down on her stomach before reveling anything. “May you grab that oil behind you and do my back please?” She turns her head towards the wall, away from me.
“Uh.”
“C’mon Malik please. You know how hard it is for me to get my back.”
“Of course.” With a clinched jaw I grab the Black castor oil before squirting some on her back.
“Ouu, it’s kinda cold,” she laughed, “what did you have to talk to me about again?”
“I thought you said you knew?”
“I do, but I still want you to talk.”
“Fine. I think we should – “
She interrupts by clearing her throat and pointing at her back with the arm she isn’t resting her face on. The small pool of oil slithers in between her shoulder blades then winds towards her lower back following the natural curve of her spine.
“Right.”
I stand over her and start to rub. She’s warm to the touch. Vibrant sexual energy waterfalls off her in waves, grabbing me by my sack and squeezing so tight I could’ve popped a blood vessel.
This exactly what this bitch wants. But I want it too. Her sweet, almond-brown skin glows from the oil and overhead light in her ceiling fan. Trying to figure out what her skin felt like was like trying to argue between what’s a better luxury choice, a Bentley or a Rolls Royce. When you really think about it none of that shit mattered. They both high-class luxuries, and boy her skin is high-class luxury. The way it moves and molds to the slight pressure of my fingers. Light moans escape. At the sweet melody my pants constrict once more. I thought my dick might’ve taken a nap and I was going to walk out of there without a problem after surviving the flash of her pussy, but no. He was wide awake like the kid who slept in his uniform the night before the first day of school.
“You can do my legs if you want.”
I want to do more, is what I want to say but I don’t say anything at all. I just move to the beat of my dick forgetting the entire reason I came in the first place. Her legs are even softer than her back. My pants shrink another inch. How can I take this anymore? I’m not. Something is going to give.
“I’m sick of you Keisha.”
“What?” Her voice muffled because her face is still tucked in her arm away from me.
I unbuckle my pants. Either she didn’t hear me, or she didn’t care. She probably wants me to take my pants off. She doesn’t even turn around to look at me until the keys in my pocket make a thud when they drop to my ankles.
“What the – “
She finally looks up out of her own self-indulgent bubble and notices me. Her eyes wide like a deer in the crosshairs.
“You’re always fuckin’ teasin’ me no matter what. Do you love playin’ with me?”
Silence.
“No answer huh?”
My body continues on autopilot, no longer am I in control but a lust demon enters. Her body lures me in like a fish. It cries for me. Begging for me. I crave her so bad my dick flinches with excitement. I grab the back of her head, shower cap and all. At first, she’s playing hard to get giving me a little resistance, but I know she teasing as usual, so I grip tight and tug her head to the side of the bed. My dick rests on the comforter. The Cyclops readies to go into its cave.
“What are you –“before she could finish her question right in her mouth I go. Her wet tongue swirls around my head, her mouth not open enough for my shaft.
She mumbles something. Then she looks up at me with those huge brown eyes. That’s it. It’s like we connect on a deeper level in that moment. The sexual tension she’s built up has been suffocating her and I need to be the one to save her from it. She needs this. She craves it.
“Open your mouth.” My body rigid. My demeanor forward.
She opens without hesitation. When I serve her more of my dick she gags. I could’ve nutted off that alone, the sounds of her slurping and gurgling on my dick, but I want so much more.
“I know you’ve been wanting this you fuckin’ slut. You’ve been lookin’ for somebody to put you in your place. You like being in control, but you love being dominated.”
She can’t say much with my dick in her mouth, but she grunts. I take that as a yes and serve her more of my dick until I could feel her tonsils and thick mucus. I hold it there, rejoicing at the chorus of gags, chokes, and coughs. I give her a little more. I want to see if she can swallow all nine inches. I want to feel the back of her esophagus. To hit that little dangly thing. She squirms. Her discomfort makes my dick throb. I finally give her a break and yank my dick out. It’s wrapped in thick, white saliva. This is what we’ve been waiting for, hormones meeting one another creating a July 4th display of euphoric fireworks.
“Take off your robe.” I stare down and jack my dick to keep it hard. Still gasping for air, her eyes crawl up to meet mine. She needs more.
She gets out the bed to disrobe. And boy, what a view. This is my first time seeing her naked other than a silhouetted body covered up by a foggy bathroom mirror. Her breast, too large to stay high on her chest, sag just how liked them. A fat, Chewbacca-sized pussy pulses between her legs. Her ass curves off to the side and you could see it from the front. What makes her body even more perfect is the stretch marks wrapping around her ass cheeks and the side of her tits. On her thighs were small teardrops of fluid. Her pussy lips making it look like somebody was drooling, unaware of how deep of a sleep they were in. I shudder. Whew. It’s begging for me to slide in. She could try and act like this ain’t what she wants but that wet ass pussy said all that matters.
I push her on the bed. The sudden force surprises her.
“It’s okay, you’ve been wantin’ this. So take it.”
“Malik, wait.” It was the first time she spoke since I pulled my dick out.
My body hair rises when she says my name, “don’t worry I’ll be gentle.”
I grab her thighs, yanking her to the edge of the bed. They are so thick my hands barely wrap around them. I love it. I’ve been waiting for this moment since I saw her walk down the hallway with her ass bouncing in a too-short skirt the administrators made her change. Fire flows through her veins, warming her legs to my touch but she shivers. Not as if she finds herself in a room with the AC too high, but an anxious shiver. Anticipation. I anticipate it too. Long nights I imagined how tight her pussy walls would grip my dick. Now my dreams are reality.
I smack the head of my dick on her button-clit that only reveals itself because I have her legs spread. Plush cotton pink walls cry for me. I tap her clit once more and she trembles. A small squeal escapes. I draw from the top of her clit then in-between her swollen lips, preparing my canvas for the great work of art that was about to happen. More soft animalistic noises. More goosebumps, now covering both of us. I start to slip in her, slowly. Her hands immediately go to the top of my thighs, bracing for impact. I plan on landing my rocket easy, at first anyway. That’s how Mr. Marcus always did it. Start real gentle, let that pussy open up to you, then you keep feeding her more.
I gradually feed her dick, starting with just my head. It doesn’t open right up to me, but that’s expected. I pull back then start again, soft knocks at her front door. After the third time of me gently pushing the tip of my dick in is when I notice the cream.
Finally, I can get my head in, then my shaft. Her insides struggle to handle my girth. Her hands jump from my thighs to my arms to the bed to my face. I became an island and she the sea, swallowing all of me. Once inside the heated plush walls I lose myself. She screams my name, begging me to stop in-between muted moans, as if she was in battle with her own body, fighting against the ecstasy. In and out I slang my dick. Her pussy creams and slathers it in white. And here I am thinking I’m the painter. It tells me give her more. I now give her all of me with ease. I go so deep my balls smack against her ass cheeks. As if tired from resisting what her body needs, she gives in and opens herself to the pleasure of me. Our bodies exchanging warmth with one another. I lean into her, hovering over the top of her while her pussy continues to devour all the dick I feed it. A bottomless pit begging for filling. Keisha’s face mangles in delight. Her soft moans from earlier morph into primal screeches. Her body covered in sprinkles of sweat. I pull out and her legs quake.
“Turn over.”
She moves too slow for my liking. I guess my dick is draining her. But it was no time to be slow, so I snatch her leg and toss her over. Her ass looks just like an apple bottom, fat and round. I couldn’t even count how many times I dreamt about what those cheeks would feel like against my hips. How they would bounce. I always thought maybe it’ll be something like when Wesley Pipes fucked the phat ass Diamond Pipes. Her big ol’ bumper just a bouncing as he fed her more and more backshots.
She’s on her stomach now, but that’s not the position I need. I need that ass tooted in the air and her face down, every nigga I know always claim that’s the best position. It’s time I find out.
“Put that ass in the air.”
She gets up on her hands and knees with her legs barely open. That ain’t it. I put pressure on her back, and she follows suit moving her face down into the comforter. I grab her right leg and move it away from her left leg to highlight that ass and put an arch in her lower back.
I go in, her pussy still open and soaking. Got damn how is she so wet. Once my shaft is in, I start making that ass clap off my hips. I squeeze her cheeks as I go, but then glove her hips to get a good grip so I could go nuts. The homies gone be proud.
“It didn’t have to be like this, you could’ve made this so much easier.” I say between breaths and pounds. A percussion steady thumping ass cheeks. She moans even louder. Her pussy even wetter.
“What’s my name?” I smack her left cheek.
At first, she don’t respond.
“What’s my name?” I say it louder and give the same cheek a harder smack. It burns red.
“Malik.” She whimpers.
“Say it again.” Another smack.
“Ma –“she struggles to get it out while my balls smack her clit and her body begins to violently shake against her will, “lik!” The last syllable of my name is vicious. All of her pent-up energy explodes in a moment. An orgasmic screech. I feel my balls pinch. I choke the back of her neck as she screams. I go faster and harder. The force of our collision triggers waves on her ass. Her skin moving and flowing in response to me. I’m going to bust.
I yank my dick at the last possible stroke. I shoot my load on her ass and back. A stream of white on her brown skin. Out of breath and in a euphoric trance I collapse to the seat opposite of her bed. She drops into the bed allowing it to swallow her. She don’t move, she can‘t. Her body and soul mixed up with different emotions give out on her. I lie in the seat exhausted, staring at her motionless body.