Page 45 of Big Booty

Proppin’ a leg up on the toilet seat, I reach between my legs and start playin’ with my clit, surprised that my sweet juices are already seepin’ outta me.

I take another pull off the blunt. Mmmm, long-dick motherfucka. I slip a finger into my hot, moist pussy, thrustin’ my finger in and outta me. I blow out smoke, slippin’ two fingers in now. I gasp. See what you do to my pussy, motherfucka? See how wet you got it, niggah? Oooh, you got some good dingaling . . . uhhh . . .

I imagine standin’ up on the sofa, bent over and bracin’ myself on the back of it, shakin’ my ass in his face. I look over my shoulder. Tell him

to eat my ass; to get it wet and ready for the dick. He slaps it a few times, causin’ it to sting. I make my ass clap for him. Tell him to slap it again. And he does ’til it stings.

I slap my ass, hard, pretendin’ it’s Buddha. Oooh yes, niggah . . .

I slap it again, spreadin’ my legs wider. I push my fingers knuckle-deep into my pussy, thrustin’ ’n twistin’ them in and out. I moan.

Fuck me! Fuck me, lil’ niggah!

I imagine him pullin’ open my ass and buryin’ his face in between my cheeks. His tongue feelin’ like heaven as he flaps it up and down, swirlin’ it around and around my hole before stickin’ it in.

Oh, yes . . . eat that ass, baby. Get it ready for that long dick . . .

My body starts to tremble. Pussy juice squirts all over my hand. “Oooooooh, yesssss!” I hiss. Give it to me, goddammit! Do me right!

I reach under my sink and pull out a red wooden box. I take another pull from the blunt, holdin’ the weed smoke in my lungs ’til I find what I’m lookin’ for inside the box. I slowly blow out smoke as I pull the clear, eight-inch, pink glass dildo with the ridges outta its black velvet sheath, then reach in back of me and slide it in my ass, deep.

I gasp.

Ooooh, yessss . . .

My ass muscles clutch as I imagine Buddha pullin’ open my cheeks and workin’ his Mandingaling into my hot valley, slowly; easin’ me open.

Mmmmm . . .

I reach into the box again and pull out a seven-inch vibrator. I turn it on high, then remove my fingers from my pussy and replace ’em with the vibrator. I bend all the way over and work both holes. The half-smoked blunt danglin’ from lips. The hum of the vibrator beats up against the pressure of the dildo rammed in my ass, sendin’ waves of sensations through me.

Oooooooh yes, dirty motherfucka. I am cummin’ and cummin’ and cummin’. Yesssss, niggah. Stuff my ass while you fuck my pussy . . .

I shut my eyes tight. Then out of nowhere, that niggah Buddha was with down at the Crack House—the Hill Harper look alike, pops into my head. I see the niggah grinnin’. Sneaky bastard! You probably gotta little-ass four-inch dick, niggah . . .

Mmmm . . .

Yeah, you got one of them shorty stumpy dicks; don’t you, niggah?

I try to remember what the fuck the niggah’s name is.

BJ?

CJ?

DJ?

Then it hits me. AJ!

Talkin’ ’bout you like your dick . . .

My eyes pop open.

My mouth drops open. The burnin’ blunt hits the floor.

Ohmymotherfuckin’gawd! I know where the fuck I remember that niggah-bitch from.

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