Durty South Grind (40 page)

He started contemplating if he had enough time to make a play on her. He reasoned that she was all but asking him to get up between those creamy thighs of hers.

“Do you have something you wanted to give him? You could leave it with me if you in a hurry, you know,” she said and smiled sheepishly.

Having never dealt with her before he was really skeptical if he should. Or if Al even had her in his business like that. On the other hand, it could be the key to getting under that silk robe to those soft-ass thighs and all that was in between.

She knitted her brow and asked, “Are you aight?”

“Huh,” he responded with his eyes glued to her thighs.

“Whoa there, man, I've asked you several questions,” she purred as she uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, spreading her legs even further apart, enough so he could almost see her hairy vee between them. The widening of his eyes let her know that she had caused the desired effect. “And you haven't answered either one of them yet.” She inched a little closer to the edge of the couch. “So what's wrong?”

He cursed to himself,
Bitch, you know damn well what's wrong. What the fuck am I supposed to be, a fucking android or something.
He was mesmerized with the possibilities.

She cleared her throat, and when he didn't respond, she cleared it again and purred, “Well?”

He didn't divert his gaze one iota as he answered in a static voice, “Uh, uh. Ain't nothing wrong.”

She sat back and opened her legs just a little bit more and pouted. “If ain't nothing wrong, then why haven't you answered me then?”

He stared at her thighs for a few moments more and then braced his hands on his knees. He pushed himself up to a standing position right in front of her. His swollen manhood was directly in her face, throbbing through his pants.

She recoiled slightly and gasped in surprise—a reaction that he automatically took as her getting excited by the mammoth size of his dick. Most women were stunned when they saw that he was hung like a horse. And she was no different as her nose flared and she became glued to his crotch. She tilted her head to the side and squinted her eyes, not believing that anyone could really be that big. With her mouth gaped wide open, she looked up at him and the animalistic gaze in his eyes both scared and excited the
hell out of her as she felt her pussy juices dampening her panties.

He smiled down at her knowing that she was in shock. “Well, whatcha gonna do, leave the python in its cage? Go ahead, touch it, it's real.”

Swallowing, she raised her hand to rub it through his pants and shivered when it throbbed to her touch.

“Go ahead, take it out,” he commanded with his voice coarse with excitement.

She looked from his crotch to his face, too stunned to say a word.

He hunched his hips forward. “Go ahead, free it, before I cum in my pants.”

She took a deep breath, slowly unzipped him and reached inside and tried to wrap her small hand around it, her body tingling all over when she realized that she couldn't.

The warm trembling feel of her touch almost made him cum right then and there, but he held on and stepped back a fraction and pulled it out himself. He enjoyed the look on her face as her eyes widened, full of lust.

She gasped, “Oh my God,” while her mind was saying,
How in da fuck? Man, that damn thang can't fit in me; it's got to be at least…

“Thirteen inches,” he said proudly.

She frowned as she tried from different angles to get her hand around it. It was thicker than her arm; how could he ever think she could take something like that.

To answer what he knew was on her mind, he inched forward and pressed the monster head to her lips. She responded by gently lapping her tongue around the enormous tip. When he started rotating it in her mouth, she moaned and began waggling her legs. He slowly started to hunch it into her mouth: first, the gigantic head, that stretched her mouth as wide as it could go; then an
inch, then another, then another until she stopped his forward motion with her other hand and started bobbing her head, swirling her tongue. He mouth was being stretched wider than it had ever been and caused her pussy to start gushing foam at the lips.

She had bobbed on it four or five times when she heard him grunt and felt him swell up even bigger in her mouth, which she thought had to be impossible. He started spurting huge gobs of cum down her throat, so suddenly that it made her gag and choke. But she didn't pull back; instead she started sucking him even harder and faster. Through his slanted eyes of pleasure he saw her hand pistoning rapidly under her robe. As he felt the last drops being pulled out of his dick, her thighs started to shake. Her hand gripped his dick even harder and the edges of her robe fell to the side. He gave up a real gorilla grunt as he saw her fingers getting wetter and wetter with each plunge of her glistening digits.

His dick started throbbing anew as she began moaning louder and louder as she inserted a couple of more fingers to join the other one and started fucking them passionately. He saw tears running down her cheeks when she started cumming and cumming as she stuffed more and more of his giant dick down her throat.

Just the sight and thought of her cumming that hard with his dick throbbing in her mouth caused his knees to buckle. She actually had to brace her hands against his stomach to keep him from falling on her.

After hosing her throat with nut, he moaned, “Whew, godayum, girl, you something else,” and wheezed as he tried to catch his breath.

“Naw, you the one that's something else.” She breathed huskily, as he straightened up and started to push his semi-hard dick into his pants.

“Whatcha think you doing?” She pushed his hand away and started stroking him. “Hmmm, shit, nigga, momma needs this muthafucka in her hot pussy now.” She moaned huskily and got on her knees on the couch and hiked her fantastic ass in the air. She didn't even wait for him to say anything as she grabbed his dick to guide it into her dripping pussy. When the aroma of her female musk assaulted his nose, he blinked with passion and started slowly circling his dick in. She grabbed one of the pillows off of the couch and bit down on it as her pussy started to get stretched beyond her endurance. He took his time, just feeding her a little at a time until he felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter, taking in more and more. Inch by agonizing inch he slowly pushed up in her until all thirteen inches of his massive dick was slowly plunging into her spasming pussy. She began wagging her head from side to side in blissful agony and pleasure.

His pleasure was taken to another level when she began rotating her jelly ass back at him in rhythm with his stroke. He gripped her by the hips and started stroking faster. It took only a few of his faster strokes before he was massaging her g-spot, which caused her to moan louder and louder. Soon she was trembling in climax and arched her back with her mouth opened wide in a silent scream.

He started trembling himself when he looked down and saw her grinding back on his dick for all that she was worth. His nose flared in passion as he watched his gigantic dick getting coated with more and more woman nut. Wanting her to receive the maximum dicking, he slowly started pulling back to the rim of her pussy before slowly plunging all the way back in.

She began swaying her head back and forth, out of control as she screamed in the ecstasy of cumming yet again, “Oh my God, fuck me, man…Push all that big-ass muthafucking dick in my
hot-ass pussy. Oooh godayum, I'm cum, mmmmm, innnng again, daddy. Oh God, ooooooooooh, your dick is just too goddamn big, nigga, Give me all of it, fuck me, fuck meeeeee.”

He couldn't hold back any longer as he saw more and more of her juices coating his dick with every plunge. He pushed in for all he was worth one more powerful time, holding all of his pulsating, sperm-spewing dick as far up in her as it would go as he came and came, spurting glob after glob of hot cum until he fell over across her wide ass. Then he gathered enough strength to pull out to finish nutting along the crack of her ass. For a brief moment he thought that he was going to faint when she reached behind her and started milking the very last drops out as she continued to grind her fat, milky ass up against him.

Finally he collapsed on top of her and rode her soft body down onto the couch. She was still grinding back slowly when the telephone started to buzz. It was hooked onto his belt with his pants bunched around his ankles. At first he started to let it ring until he heard her wheeze from under him. “That might just be that nigga right there.” She breathed in gasps as she tried to wiggle from under his pressing weight.

Feeling her discomfort he rolled off of her to the floor and took in several heavy breaths to regain his composure before her reached down to pull the phone from off of his belt. He immediately frowned at the face and breathed, “Damn, it's his ass, for real.” He placed the phone at his ear as she scrambled off the couch and sprinted up the stairs. He took one more deep breath, shaking his head as he admired the way her fat ass was jiggling and bouncing with each step.

“Yeah, what's up, dog? Where the fuck you at? I zoomed by your spot about three minutes ago; nobody answered. What the fuck is up, dude? You acted like you was in such a muthafucking
hurry. Damn, playa, you could've at least hit a nigga that you was on the move. That's fucked up, yo.”

He nodded a couple of times to whatever Al was saying before he replied, “Yeah, man, I can go back, but I'm gonna grab me something to eat first, fried chicken. Hell yeah, but when she gonna be there. …She's there now. Why she didn't answer the fucking door then? Okay, dude, I'll be there in a few. Hey, man, don't have me waiting over there too long. I got stuff I need to handle just like you do, okay, later, bet.”

He clicked off as Mona was coming back to the top of the stairs, with her head leaning toward the telephone in her hand. Her robe was opened as she wiped her voluptuous body down with a pink flowery towel.

She clicked off the phone and walked down the stairs at him with a seductive smile on her shiny beautiful face. She pressed her body to his and started rubbing his monster through his pants and said in a husky voice, “You know you got to keep giving mama a lot of this big muthafucka now, don'tcha?” Then she ran her tongue up his neck, arched her back and pulled the robe away to show the full roundness of her hips and ass. She turned around and started jiggling that entire ass as she sashayed to the kitchen. She purred over her shoulder, “Got to fry my man up some finger-licking-good chicken.” She licked her fingers as she disappeared around the corner.

“I know that fine-ass, good-pussy bitch is going to be the death of me,” he moaned as he walked to the bathroom to wash the pussy scent off. He came back out a few minutes later and picked up the remote to click on the big-screen television. He lit up a blunt to try to masquerade the scent of fucking in the air and flicked the remote until he got to ESPN.

He sniffed the air until he was satisfied and then sat in the love
seat to wait for Al. He noticed that she had changed into a pink jogging outfit and had an apron tied around her waist as she went about her business of cooking them up some hot chicken to chow down on.

He lay back enjoying the basketball highlights while his mind concentrated on how he could steal that fine piece of woman away from Al. After a short time, he started smiling to himself as a plan started formulating in his mind, just as he heard a car crunching the gravel on the driveway.

Beverly felt compelled to know what Lt. Woo was doing. Rumors of her guerilla warfare tactics were well known around the station. Okay, she was definitely making a huge dent in the drugs flowing on I-20. And her means and ways were suspect, but having spent many years dealing with the street vermin herself earlier in her career, she was well aware of the stresses and demands of the job.

‘Wah,wah,wah…' the jarring sound of a police siren tingled along her neck and jotted her out of her mini revelry. She jerked her attention back to the wildly erratic drivers in time to keep her from ramming into the rear end of a black Escalade.

Her hand instinctively flinched toward her own siren button, but she wasn't really in the mood to be harassing folk so she maneuvered around dude. Shortly she was exiting down the East Lake ramp.

With all the stress she'd been through lately, it felt good to get away from police activities for a while.

She decided to drop by Mother Dobbs' house to get herself an energy boost from the lovely older woman. Her thoughts turned to the possibility of running into her son Johnny, or was it Rainbow.
Damn, he has more names than an orphanage.

She was several blocks from her destination when she saw a group of young hoodlums giving a pair of guys a vicious beat down at the entrance to an alley next to a Laundromat. Her hand eased to her service revolver as she slowed down and put the car in reverse.

Five sets of angry eyes blazed at her when she came to a halt and kneed the door open. Those eyes turned into shock when they saw the big gun whipping up from her side and the glittering badge attached to her belt when her jacket flew open. Shock quickly turned to fear as several froze in mid stomp and the angry mob sprinted down the alley. One of the boys looked vaguely familiar to her but in the heat of the moment she couldn't place it.