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“This is what I want from you, Bunz with a zee.” His dick has stretched down the right side of his leg. “I want you to fuck me with this big dick.”
His leg shakes. “Damn.”
“No. Not ‘damn.’ Yes.”
“Mmm, shit. Yes . . . ”
“You like that, lil’ niggah?”
“Hellz yeah. But, damn. Yo, I can’t.”
“Oh, yes you can. And you will. What, you scared? You ain’t ready to handle no real pussy, are you?”
I flick my tongue over his lips, take his hands and place them up on my titties. I tell him to squeeze ’em, pinch ’em.
I unzip his jeans, then slide my hand in, strokin’ his thick dick over his boxers. “You tried to fuck the wrong lil’ ho, Bunz with a zee. And now,” I squeeze his dick, “you gotta pay, niggah. Big Booty gonna stretch her pussy all over this dick, then fuck the shit outta you.”
He moans. “Damn. Shit. Real shit, I ain’t know.”
I place a finger to his lips. “Sssh . . . I know you didn’t, lil’niggah. That’s why I’ma fuck you real good instead of havin’ you fucked up. You wanna feel ya dick in my pussy?”
I speed stroke his Mandingaling. “Hellz yeah. Oh, shit. Mmmmph . . . ” I remove my hand from outta his jeans, then grab him by the belt and pull him down the hall toward my bedroom. As soon as we’re in my room, I shut the door, walk over to my stereo and slip in my Big Booty “Fuck Me Down” mix CD, then turn to face him. I’m gonna fuck his young ass to one of the instrumental CDs I had Slick hook me up with. I snatch open my flyaway, then let it slide off my shoulders.
Wiz Khalifa’s “On My Level” starts playin’ low.
His eyes buck. “Oh, shit . . . ”
“You like what you see?” I cup my titties, lift ’em up to my lips, then flick my tongue over ’em. He starts grabbin’ at his hard dick. Tells me he digs what he sees. Of course the niggah does. They all do.
“I hope you ate ya Wheaties, lil’ niggah, ’cause it’s gonna be a long mornin’ for your black ass. Take off everything except them drawers.”
It doesn’t take long for his horny ass to kick off his sneakers, strip off his Polo shirt and unbuckle his belt. The big double-G’s on his buckle hit the floor with a thump when he drops his jeans. I watch as he steps his feet outta ’em, standin’ in the middle of my bedroom in a pair of white Ralph Lauren boxer briefs; the head of his long black dick hangin’ outta the edge of ’em. I lick my lips, eyein’ the sticky drop of precum leakin’ from his piss slit.
My cunt flutters.
I tell him to sit on the bed as soon as Dr. Dre’s “Kush” comes through the speakers. I bounce and shake my ass, then catwalk it over to his cross-eyed ass. “I’ma ’bout to uncross ya eyes, niggah. Give it to you real good.” I get up on him, quickly spin around, then bend over and toss my ass all up in his face, grabbin’ my ankles. My ass shakes and bounces to the beat. I pop each cheek one at a time, then reach back and pull ’em open.
“Lick my pussy, niggah.”
He does what he’s told, slidin’ his tongue into the back of my pussy, gently at first. then he slides it in again, faster, in and out. I moan, bouncin’ my ass and windin’ my pussy all over his lips, nose, and chin while grabbin’ at his tongue. Oooh yes . . . the pleasure of his licks, his tongue, vibrates through me. I moan. He moans. He is lovin’ the taste of my pussy. And I am lovin’ him tastin’ it. I reach back and grab his dick, then strokin’ it over his boxers. He grunts. His dick is so hard it can cut through diamonds. I run my fingertips over the head of his dick, smearin’ his sweet ’n sticky, then slip m
y fingers into my mouth. Mmmm, yummy!
Cockeye groans. I tell him to slap my ass. He does. Tell him to slap it again. He does. I wind my hips. Let the niggah know, Big Booty’s ready for his tongue in my other hole, the sweet chocolate hole that melts in a niggah’s mouth and all over his dick. He licks and laps around it, gettin’ it wet ’n ready. I grin when he tells me my ass tastes like candy. I slide my right hand between my legs and give my pussy a three-finger fuck while usin’ my left hand to stroke my clit. I don’t tell him I’m gettin’ ready to shoot him some candy-rain ’til my pussy skeets in his face.
I turn around and stare at him. Pussy cream glazes his nose, his lips, his chin. I lean forward and lick it all up, peel outta my sticky thong, then push him back on the bed and sit on his lap. I take my naked pussy and rub it up and down his long dingdong through his boxers. Wiggle my ass back and forth, then reach back and part my asscheeks, slidin’ his Mandingaling between them. My pussy’s so wet. It soaks the front of his boxers.
Chris Brown’s “Wet the Bed” starts playin’ and I grind my pussy slow ’n nasty along his hard dick.
He grabs my titties and starts squeezin’ ’em. “Aaah, shit . . . damn, ma . . . mmm . . . why you teasin’ me?”
I lift up, turn to face him, then drop down on my knees and tug at his wet boxers coated with my pussy juice and stained with his precum. He lifts his hips and I yank them down, takin’ him deep into my mouth. Each time I let his Mandingaling hit the back of my wet throat, he groans. I gulp him down good. Suck his dick until he’s singin’ out, “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck . . . shitshitshitshit . . . I’m gettin’ ready to nut . . . uh, uh, uh, uh . . . ”
I moan. “Oooh yes, lil’niggah. Give momma that sweet, creamy dingaling juice.”
“Uh, uh, uh . . . ”
I quickly place my mouth back over the head of his dick and fiercely suck him until I am garglin’ back his hot nut. When I’m done, I lick my lips. He’s lookin’ at me dazed.
