Chocolate Flava

  “Get on your tummy and let me make you feel good,” he said.

  I happily obliged. He got on top of me, making sure not to crush me with his weight. He wasn’t built like his brother. He was squatty, thick, and felt like he weighed at least two hundred pounds. He gently parted my ass cheeks and slid his mammoth dick inside my still soaking-wet pussy. “Eww, work that shit, baby….” Because we both knew the table was going to break if we went all out, X took it slow, filling me up inch by inch. He pulled my legs apart and kept his straight. The kitchen table started creaking as X started winding his hips. I started feeling it till I damn near blacked out. We were warping my parents’ table until four in the morning. His thrusts started getting deeper and deeper. He grabbed my tits and licked the back of my neck.

  Slipping in and out of consciousness, I could hear X whisper, “Dini, thank you…thank you, baby, for letting me inside of you. Damn, you feel so good. Shit, Dini, shit!”

  Mama DuBois had taught the baby DuBois some good manners. He must have thanked me on every down stroke as he was pushing himself deeper and deeper inside of me. I placed my left arm around the back of his neck and rubbed his bald head. “Baby, I don’t want you to cum like this. I want you to cum in my ass.”

  He got up slow and we went into the living room. He was looking around as if he was casing the joint. “X, what are you looking for?”

  “Someplace you can’t run.”

  He took my wrists and pulled me down onto the hardwood floor. He placed the top half of my body on the couch, facedown with my tits touching the cold leather seat cushions. He knelt down behind me and pushed the couch against the living room wall. He was right; there was no place to go. I had to take them inches right up the ass. He put his fingers in my pussy, but even with all that wetness coating my asshole, that big dick was not getting into my tight ass. Xavier told me he would be right back. He went into the kitchen and brought back some olive oil. He poured it all over my lower back and watched with excitement as the oil ran into my ass crack. I felt like an experiment in his chemistry lab. He emptied the rest of the bottle on his dick.

  “Yo, X, I’m tired of the bullshit. Will you come on?”

  “Oh, you think just ’cause a young buck is a little inexperienced, he ain’t got no flow? I guess I’m just going to have to own this ass tonight!”

  He entered my ass hard and slow. He was forceful but he didn’t hurt me. I didn’t realize I was bilingual until Xavier DuBois had me speaking Swahili, biting the sofa cushions in my parents’ living room. As his thrusts got more forceful and he was losing control, he gently pulled his dick out.

  Xavier wiped the sweat off his chest and rubbed it on my breasts and tummy. I turned around and Xavier was licking those beautiful lips. He brought his face close to mine and lightly bit my bottom lip. He whispered in my ear.

  “I want to shoot my load in you so bad, Dini, but I can’t figure out who wants my hot cum more. Is it Dini’s wet pussy or Dini’s pretty mouth?”

  Oh, he was switching up on me. With that big dick, go right ahead! I know it was tacky, but I started to throw a fit like a two year old. “X, I don’t give a fuck! I just want it now!”

  “D, you got to let a brother know—”

  “Dini’s pussy wants your cum, baby. I can’t wait anymore. Please baby, can I have it? I promise to take every drop.”

  Xavier flipped me over and jammed his dick inside of me. I could hear my ass slapping against his six-pack. I tried to change positions, so I could see his face when he came inside of me. I guess X took it the wrong way because he started talking smack.

  “Dini, you’ve been dissing me with this pussy all semester. Every time I try to get close to it, you just straight flag me. Shit, I even tried to get in good tutoring the pussy! You know what I got out of it? A C! Damn, a C, Dini? You just gonna have to do some extra credit work taking this dick tonight! Xave is going to take all semester out on this pussy tonight!”

  I didn’t even have to tighten my muscles like I did with my other lovers. His shit was so thick, it totally filled my pussy. All you could hear was Xavier’s shit-talking and the juice in my pussy trying to escape what little bit of room X’s dick was willing to give it. X leaned against my back, grabbed my clit between his two fingers, and started tugging on it.

  “Damn, baby boy, work Dini’s pussy. Yeah, that’s my spot. Shit, X, you da man!” Did I just say that?

  After I came again, he whispered in my ear, “Now that I gave you yours, can I get mine?”

  All I could mutter was “Umm mmm.”

  He grabbed both my ass cheeks and started pumping into me harder and harder until I thought we were gonna drill a hole in the wall. He was holding on to my hips like they were handles and his dick was a joystick. He moved his hips so that he wasn’t just hitting it straight on; he was tapping all sides. He scooped both arms inside my inner thighs and lifted me off the floor so that he could have full access. My ass slapped against his chest until I thought I felt his dick hitting my rib cage. X finally exploded inside of me. Cum escaped my pussy and ran down my legs onto the floor. Xavier lay on top of me until I felt his sweat turn cold.

  X and I hung out a few times after that night. He finally got his precious Greek letters, too. His line name was “X marks the spot.” I just wanted to know who was in charge of the line names! The last time I spoke to Xavier was Thanksgiving weekend of my sophomore year, when he flew me to Lake Vista to meet his family. You should have seen Phillip’s face when he walked in and saw me eating cornbread at his parents’ table!

  The dinner came to a quick end when I finally had enough courage, after four apple martinis, to announce to the DuBois family that they had a grandson, my son, Phillip DuBois, Jr. I think I remember saying it right before I asked Lauren to pass me the cranberry sauce. While the turkey flew, I managed to grab my overnight bag and take a Greyhound bus back to Wheatley. Revenge ain’t always sweet.

  After graduation, I married a nice “safe guy” who works as a bank manager in Wheatley. I just got tired of the drama, the lies, and the bullshit. My husband respects me and is a good father to PJ. Every year we drive PJ to Lake Vista to spend the summer with his dad. On the long drive back to Wheatley, I always look out the car window, think about Xavier, and wonder, what if?

  Discovery

  Sha’ron

  Watching him in the shower was making her reconsider waiting. He’d been a perfect gentleman with her—wining and dining her and treating her with the utmost respect. But the sight of his enormous dick brought on an orgasmic tingle throughout her body. It was huge! The tightness of his body confirmed that with each thrust, she’d reach new heights of pleasure. With this thought, her hand unknowingly found the center of her throbbing excitement. She was reluctant to move it away, but did so out of fear he would notice she was there.

  As he turned in full view of her, she caught sight of what this fine, virile man had to offer. A gasp escaped her at her discovery. She was caught. He turned to her with a look of shock and seduction. He didn’t acknowledge her right away, but instead began to stroke his manhood to tease her.

  She couldn’t believe what he was doing. She could not believe her virgin eyes. He slowly stepped out of the shower and walked past her to his room. He knew she was watching him with her mouth wide open. He knew she wanted him. She wanted him to fuck her, but didn’t know how to tell him. He would continue the game just a little while longer. Hell, she’d made him wait almost three months.

  When she finally came in the room behind him, the Prince CD was still playing softly in the background. The seductive voice singing “Do Me Baby” made her blush. A mischievous grin crossed his face. Damn!

  She looked so sexy. She had showered before him. Now she wore these skimpy ass shorts and a tank top. He didn’t think he was going to be able to play this game with her any longer. She was making his dick hard.

  Shit! He couldn’t hide what he was feeling.

  By the time he turned around to wal
k over to her, she was lying there watching him. She was bold at this point, and didn’t turn her head away in embarrassment. Instead she slowly crawled to the end of the bed and met his manhood, mouth to skin. A moan escaped him. He didn’t realize how much tension he had built up. He wanted her so bad. Three long months he’d watched her erotic walk, listened to the seductive way she read her poems to him. He wanted her.

  She started by sucking the tip, but as she became more comfortable, she took it whole. Oh, my God! He couldn’t stand it any longer. He bent over, grabbed her by the waist, and flipped her over onto her stomach. He sensed she wanted to say something, so he quickly covered her mouth with the fullness of his lips.

  Dag, this brotha has some sexy-ass lips, she thought.

  Her breasts were very subtle. He took care to suck each one just the same. With this, she felt the throbbing begin again between her legs. He worked his way down to her clit. He began by teasing it with his tongue, which made her moan uncontrollably. Shit, if I would’ve known he could eat pussy like this, I would’ve surrendered a long time ago.

  As if he’d heard her thoughts, he began a more forceful sucking motion. He came up and looked her in those beautiful eyes, which attracted him to her since day one, and slowly glided himself into her soft, wet flesh. “Ahhhhh!” came a loud moan from the both of them. He had never made love to a virgin before. The tightness just overwhelmed his big, massive dick. She thought she was going to faint as he became more in tune with her pussy, thrusting in and out with long, slow, and easy strokes. “International Lover” was playing now. The song was at the end, the part where the song comes to a climax.

  He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to come with her. He wanted to bring her as much pleasure as she had brought him in these past three months. If she only knew how much he enjoyed her being around.

  Shit, I can’t hold it any longer.

  Just as he was about to explode into her womanhood, he felt the initial sporadic contractions of her walls against his dick. She screamed his name and dug deep into his back, and he let go of what he was waiting for for too long. They caressed each other well into the night. The only communication was through the explorations of their bodies and from moans of pleasure.

  He woke early the next morning with a sense of excitement. He had the sensation of being aroused. His hand found its way down to his penis. Damn, it was hard as a rock. At the shock of this discovery, he opened his eyes to find out that she had beat him to it.

  She was now working her tongue down his thigh. She felt that he had awakened; she knew this technique would do the trick. She looked up at him and just smiled as she continued to tease him with her tongue, making her mouth very familiar with the anatomy of his dick. When she sensed he’d reached the point of eruption, and she was at the point where she could no longer contain herself, she rose and lowered herself onto his dick. She believed she had gotten the hang of it. After all, they did go at it all night.

  When he glanced at her, he had a slight grin on his face. He knew he had her with the first stroke he gave her last night. It turned him on that she liked it so much that she would just take it. That’s the kind of woman he liked. The kind that wasn’t afraid to go for the dick. He was a little reluctant to admit that she had whipped it on him also.

  The tightness of her pussy was all the reassurance that he needed to know that this woman was his. No one had sampled the sweet juices that came almost instantaneously with just a touch from his tongue. No one had nursed from the hardness of her nipples. No man had shown her how capable a man could be in pleasing a woman or the many discoveries of pleasure.

  The Fourth of July

  Jai

  Tonight was the big night, the party of summer. It was our annual Fourth of July BBQ. We had about twenty guests on the list for that day, and in all likelihood, every last one of the greedy bastards would be there. Every year it was off the hook. The party normally lasted into the wee hours of the night. Hell, half the time we ended up having to kick people out with our famous saying, “You don’t have to go home, but you have to get the fuck outta here.”

  “Yo, Jay. Dammit, nigga, I know you hear me calling your deaf ass.”

  Nikki was calling my name at the top of her lungs, making ignoring her damn near impossible.

  I walked around the corner to where she was standing half-dressed. “Why in the hell are you yelling like you don’t have an ounce of sense?”

  “Well, hell, if you’d answered me when I was calling your name like a normal person, then I wouldn’t have to yell for your ass in this big-ass house.”

  I looked at Nikki like she was crazy. “Anyway, what do or did you want?”

  Nikki had this blank look on her face, like she had forgotten her question. “What you doing?”

  “Now I know damn well you wasn’t calling my name like that ’cause you wanted to know what I was doing.”

  “Yep.”

  All I could do was smile, ’cause she was serious as hell.

  “Fuck you, Nikki.”

  Nikki was five-eight, 150 pounds, light-skinned, with matching light-brown eyes. Nikki thought she was God’s gift to the femme world. She had a short fade haircut, which brought out the Indian side of her family (her grandmother was full-blooded Apache). I must say that if I myself were not butch, I would be on her jock, too. We had been friends at UC Berkeley when we came out to each other by pure accident. We saw each other at one of the gay clubs, then again in a math class. Nikki and I became best friends fast and in our sophomore year, we got an apartment off-campus. After graduation, both of us ended up in the computer field. Nikki moved to the east coast for a few years to work, but moved back to California to work at Cisco, a large computer company, while I went on to work for Sun Micro.

  I already had a house that my father bought for me as part of the “you graduate from college, you get a house” deal. What other incentive does one need? It was a four-bedroom, three-bath, split-level home that I’d spent two years renovating; much at the expense of my dad, who happened to own a real estate company in L.A. I put a pool in the backyard, put in a BBQ pit from hell, and a Jacuzzi. Things were definitely looking up.

  Nikki moved in about two years ago. Her lease was up on her apartment so it just made sense for her to take the other master bedroom. Hell, we ruled shit in college, and now we had our own private funhouse to rule.

  “Hey, Nikki!” I was at the top of the stairs yelling down to her. She talked about me. Shit, she could be just as deaf.

  Nikki came to the bottom of the landing, wearing some boxers and a sports bra.

  “Wassup?”

  “Hey, did you invite Kim?”

  “Which Kim? We know two different Kims.”

  “Yeah, but only one has been on my jock since Tanya and I broke up.”

  “But, Jay, I don’t think you know this but the other Kim, the one with the short haircut and green eyes, told Lisa that she wanted to holla at you, too.”

  “Damn, well, is she coming?” This party was going to be off the hook.

  “Now, Jay, don’t be in here starting no shit. Which one are you trying to get with?”

  “Well, hell, if I’m lucky, both of them.” I smiled and walked back to my room. As my boy Ice Cube would say “Today was a good day.”

  Nikki yelled back up the stairs. “Play on, playa!”

  The sun was blazing hot, the pool and Jacuzzi had been cleaned the day before, the grill was heating up, and our guests would be arriving soon. Oh, I forgot we are talking about black people. Even when there is food on the table, we still manage to be late.

  Nikki came out of her room and knocked on my bedroom door.

  “Hey, Jay, you dressed?”

  “Nope, but you can come in.”

  Nikki walked in wearing some FUBU shorts with a matching jersey, and some Nikes that she’d bought the day before when we were out shopping. I was sitting on the side of my king-sized bed, wearing some black silk boxers and a T-shirt.

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p; “Wassup?”

  “Hey, before you get dressed, can you come and clip the back of my nugget?”

  “What, your arms too short to reach back that far?” I said with a wide smirk on my face. “What you trying to get all dressed up for? Is Stacy gonna be here?”

  “Fuck you, man. You know I like to keep my shit tight, and plus you know we’re going to have mad honies up in this house. You know this playa will not let the night go by without getting some pussy. That’s my mission, and should I choose to accept it, and you know I do, I will get lucky with a capital L.”

  All I could do was laugh at her silly ass, ’cause I knew when she was serious about getting her some pussy.

  “Yeah, I will fade your nugget.”

  “Aight, cool, lemme know when you’re ready. By the way, what are you wearing today?”

  I pointed to a pair of CK shorts and a matching shirt, with a CK hat to match.

  “You and your damn hats. Do you ever go without something on your head? Why don’t you let me cut your hair? Let me hook you up with a fade like me?”

  I looked at Nikki like she had just lost her dayum mind. My hair had grown. It fell in between my shoulder blades. “Are you out your fucking mind? Have you been sniffing glue again?”

  “Well, hell, stop covering up all that nice-ass hair.”

  “Damn, Nikki, how long have you known me? Why do you think they call me LL Cool J, Jr.?”

  “Yeah, I know. You got that shit down; even the lip thing.”

  I flashed her a big sexy grin. “And you know this…mannnnn.”

  Nikki was laughing her ass off as she walked out of my room.

  The invitations went out with 3 P.M. being the start time, but you know black people. They always feel the need to be on CP time. So the majority, if not all, didn’t show up till after four. Any other time, I would have been pissed, but today I was cool. I was nowhere near ready, and neither was the food. I cut Nikki’s hair and then got hung up on the phone with my mother. She felt the need to lecture me on alcohol usage and the being responsible tip. I indulged her for a little while before telling her that people were starting to arrive. I lied.