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“Oh, you wanna talk shit, huh? You one’a them shit-talkin’ freaks, huh?” I slapped her on the ass.
“Yeah, niggah…oh, shit…motherfucker…push my guts in, niggah…”
With one hand, I pinned her wrists to her back and started ramming her. I pressed her down into the seat, pounding her harder and harder. Her pussy was as wet as a river, soaking my dick, clenching my dick, milking my dick, calling my name over and over.
“Fuck my pussy, niggah…uhh…yeah, yeah…make my pussy spit, niggah.”
Word is bond, yo, Kamisha was talking mad nasty in the back of that truck. We fucked hard, fogging up the windows. She even let me get up in that tight ass. By the time I finished gutting her insides out she climbed up outta that truck walking like she had just got fucked by a herd of horses. I tore that pussy ‘n’ ass up.
Now she’s been pressin’ me to slide back down there to hit that shit again. But I ain’t with that shit, yo. I’ma hit it ‘n’ quit it kinda muhfucka.
“Yo, what’s good, ma,” I say, I unzipping my jeans and sliding my hand down into my boxers. “How’s that fat, sweet peach doing?”
“Heeeeeey, boo,” she sings into the phone in her syrupy Southern drawl. “It’s sooo wet and juicy. You wanna taste?”
“Hellz yeah,” I say, reaching for my lube and squirting some over my dick. I glide my hand up ‘n’ down the shaft, every down stroke pushing deeper into my clit. “Word is bond, ma, I wanna lick all up in that good shit, then give you all this dick.” I stroke myself. “What kinda panties you got on?”
; “Mmmm, you making pussy tingle. I have on a black thong.”
“Oh word? Damn. I bet all that fat ass looks real sexy in them shits, too. I wanna suck on them panties, ma, while I’m hittin’ that shit from the back.”
“Mmmm. That sounds good. It’s all yours, boo. So when are you coming back to Atlanta to get some more of this wet pussy?”
Yo, real shit. I have no intentions of going back to the ATL to link up with this broad. Yeah, she’s mad sexy. Yeah, she had some good pussy. But unless she’s down for another car fuck—from the back and we happen to run into each other, she prolly won’t be getting another round of this dick. And that’s real shit, yo. I mean, shit. It ain’t like I can come out ‘n’ say, “Yo, ma…by the way that dick I fucked you real good wit’ ain’t no real dick. Oh, and another thing: ya boy ain’t no real niggah.” Nope, not gonna happen. So, nah, we definitely not linking up again.
See. Typically, when I hit up a straight club and score some pussy afterward, I ain’t pressed for exchanging the digits. But there are always exceptions to my rule, like her. So when I’m outta state—or even here in the tri-state—and I link up with a sexy bitch, like Kamisha, I usually take their numbers knowing nothing else is gonna ever pop off between us. That I ain’t gonna be checkin’ for them after I get in them drawers. But, if a chick’s from outta state, I still might hit ’er up to kick it, or—as in this case—get me a quick nut off since I dig a good phone-bone e’ery now ‘n’ then. And Kamisha’s freak-nasty ass is always down for hot, steamy phone sex.
“Soon, ma,” I lie, gripping my dick tighter in my hand. “Word is bond. I wanna bury my dick deep in that shit.”
“Oooh, I like that. Mmm. Hearing your voice always gets my pussy so wet.”
“Oh word? You dig my voice?”
“Mmhmm. It’s sexy as hell. Shit, you sexy as hell.”
I grin. “Oh word? You think a muhfucka’s sexy?”
“Mmhmm. My girls were saying how fine you was when they saw you in the club that time.” She laughs. “I had to get you before any of them did.”
“Oh word? You glad you did?”
“Yup. And I want some more of Daddy’s big dick, too.”
“And Daddy got all the dick you want. You got my shit hard as hell, ma.”
“Oooh. What you doing to it?”
“What you think? Strokin’ it, ma.” I grunt, grinding my hips up into each hand stroke. I feel my nut building up inside of me. “Yo, ma, take them panties off ‘n’ let me hear you play in that fat pussy. Let me hear you get that pussy wet, ma.”
It doesn’t take her long to get wit’ the program and start strumming her fingers over her clit, then inching them into her pussy. She starts to moan. “For real, Reggie. You need to come back to the ATL and let me get some more of that dick. It felt so good in my pussy, Daddy.”
Her Southern accent is thick with lust.
“Damn…mmmph…Daddy wants to give it to you, too. Real good. So you want some more of this big dick, huh?”
“Oooh, yes. It’s so fat. I loved the way it stretched the back of my pussy. I wish I coulda sucked it for you. Maybe next time. I ain’t never been fucked in the backseat of a truck before. That was so hot, Reggie. I don’t know what it is about you, but I can’t stop thinking about you.”
