Shattering the Myth
You lifted my shirt up over my breasts, reached behind my back, unfastened my bra, and devoured my breasts, giving them both an equal tongue bath. We both moaned softly. I was wiggling my ass on the piano keys ’cause my pussy was yearning for your touch. You must have read my mind because you stood up and tongue-kissed me while you lifted me up on top of the grand piano. My feet were on the piano keys, playing an unrecognizable tune. I spread my legs to meet your hardened dick grinding in between them.
You laid me back on the piano, lifted my skirt, and ripped my panties off, not wanting to go through the effort of pulling them down and off. You caressed my nipples, one in each hand, as you began to suck on my anxiously awaiting pussy. I arched my back so that only my ass and head were actually resting on the piano top as you partook of the life source of my pussy. No man had ever eaten me out like that before. I realized that you were answering all the questions I was wondering about the night before onstage.
As I came in your mouth, I could hear your pants unzipping. I could barely wait to get some of your dick. My wait was short. You stood up on the piano stool and entered my pussy as it rested on the edge of the piano top. I pictured what it would be like if the cramped yet cozy club was standing room only at that moment, with people nursing their drinks, smoking cigars and cigarettes, making the room cloudy as they watched you grind your dick into me. You fucked me so hard, the rest of the day I had trouble walking straight, but it was well worth it.
That night, during our live show, I was not too much for singing the blues. I was ready to skat my ass off and dance the jig, jumping for joy because I was so hooked on you. I still am hooked. In fact, we are hooked on each other. The past five years as your wife have been the best years of my life. We still perform together four nights a week at the club and raise our baby girl, Harlem, together during the day. From now until the end of time, I know the only blues in my life will be onstage. You have turned my real world into heaven on earth, and I love you, boo!
Lust in a Bus Depot
“Simone? Is that you?”
I turned around to see who was calling out my name. “Wendell? Wow! Long time, no see!”
It had indeed been a long time since Wendell and I had laid eyes on each other—at least four or five years. We walked up to each other and engaged in a long, comforting embrace.
“Damn, Simone, you look fantastic! How long has it been?” His smile was still the same. So beautiful, I wanted to jump his bones.
“Hmmm, it has been quite some time. Funny how time flies.” I was in shock, but tried not to show it. Ever since my freshman year in high school, I had wanted Wendell. I was always too shy to tell him, though. I spent hours upon hours daydreaming about him in class, but he never knew it. He was so busy dating all the cheerleaders and school queens, I’m not sure he even cared.
In high school, I was dumpy and far from a sex goddess. My mother used to imply that I purposely made myself look unattractive so boys wouldn’t pay me any mind. Looking back on it, I realize she may have not only hit the nail on the head but all the way through the fucking headboard.
I got lost in thought, daydreaming again, when the woman over the loudspeaker started blaring out the bus arrival and departure schedule again. Her voice was nothing short of obnoxious and knocked me out of my trance. Wendell wasn’t saying anything either. He was too busy checking my new and improved ass out.
The Simone from high school and the Simone standing before him in the bus depot were from two different planets. I was shy all the way through high school, but everything changed when I got to college. Two people are responsible for the dramatic changes in me that came about freshman year: my roommate and my man.
Melinda was my roommate freshman year and was a real wild chile. She insisted I shed the dumpy look and threw hoochie clothes on me instead, did my hair and makeup, and even showed me how to seduce a man. At first, I thought she was plum foolish, but after being bored to death too many weekends in a row while she was out on dates, I decided to give it a shot.
It didn’t take long for the Melinda Mind-Bender Plan, as she called it, to work. I met Duncan at the very first club we hit on my virgin voyage into the nightlife. The areas Melinda couldn’t help me in, Duncan damn sure did. He taught me how to free myself from the imprisonment I created in my mind growing up. He taught me how to experiment with my feelings and emotions, wants and desires. In other words, he taught me how to fuck.
Duncan used to get this pussy anywhere and everywhere and at anytime. I never complained. I was glad I had waited for the right lover to come along because he broke my ass in right. I never loved him, though; never that. It was almost like fucking a play brother or something. I cared for him, but not in a relationship kind of way.
Eventually my feelings, or lack thereof, caused our demise. That was perfectly cool with me. It’s not like I was sweating it or anything. I left the relationship with more than I entered it with, and that’s all that matters.
Wendell, on the other hand, is a different matter altogether. I always wanted the real deal with him. Now that fate had intervened, I wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip by to get with him. “So, Wendell, what are you doing in a bus depot in Charlotte in the middle of the night?”
He laughed. “I might ask you the same thing. I’m on my way from NYC to Atlanta, and you?”
“Oh, you still live in the Apple, huh? I live in D.C. now. I’m on my way to meet my parents in Florida for a few days. Gonna do the mouse-ears thing.” We both giggled like a couple of kindergarten students.
“How long before your bus leaves?”
“Hmm, about an hour or so, but you know how it is with buses. An hour could mean three.”
People were walking past and bumping into us, since we were in the direct path of the main pedestrian traffic inside the terminal. Wendell suggested we find a couple of seats and helped me with my duffel bag. The bag was extremely heavy, and it was a relief not to have to drag it for a moment. As usual, I had packed everything but the kitchen sink and would end up not wearing even half of the clothes in it.
Wendell and I sat there, reminiscing about the good old days for about half an hour. Underneath my calm and cool exterior, I was working myself up into a frenzy. My eyes kept wandering to the gigantic clock on the depot wall, and I was dreading the moment when we would have to split up again.
What if I didn’t see him for another four or five years? Ten years? Ever again? The mental anguish was too much to bear. Even though there had been drastic changes in my personality since high school, in an instant, I reverted back to those days and was shy all over again.
The time Wendell and I had together was seeping away like sand in an hourglass. I couldn’t imagine not knowing how good the sex between he and me really would be. So I went for it! Wendell was talking about the weather when I blurted it out. “Wendell, how about a quickie?”
“Wha, wha, what you mean?” He started stuttering.
“How about you and I going somewhere right quick and fucking the shit out each other?” I looked him dead in the eyes so he would realize I wasn’t kidding.
“Let me get this straight, Simone!” He started blushing. “You want to fuck me? Right here? Right now?”
“Word!” I put my hand on his knee and started caressing his thigh. “So where do you suggest? We don’t have that much time.”
“Ummm, let’s see!” Wendell starting looking around the depot for a suitable spot, as did I.
As an afterthought, I asked him, “Do you have a condom?”
He looked at me with that damn-I-can’t-get-none look on his face and replied, “Naw, boo, you?”
“Nope! Where there’s a will, there’s a way, though.” I jumped to my feet and told him, “You look for a spot, and I’ll be right back!”
The little convenience store inside the depot had closed at midnight, so I was shit out of luck on that end. I was about to go tell Wendell maybe we could hook up some other time when I spotted what I was
looking for. Standing over in a corner were three guys in army uniforms. I knew one of them, if not all of them, was packing a condom, so I simply went over, tapped one of them on the shoulder, pulled him aside, and asked, “Got a condom?” He was a bit surprised, since he probably was expecting me to ask the time or to bum a cigarette and wanted to know if he was going to get the privilege of using it on me. I told him, “No, not tonight.” He and I both laughed while he gave me one from his wallet.
I went back to look for Wendell. Our bags were there, but he was nowhere in sight. I heard someone whistle and turned around. I spotted him by the ladies’ bathroom area and rushed over to him. We only had about twenty minutes left before my bus was due in. That was the one and only time I was hoping to have a transportation delay.
Once I entered the enclave, I noticed there were two separate ladies’ bathrooms, each with its own door. The only other things in the enclave were a row of three pay telephones and a cleaning cart containing a mop, broom, cleaning supplies, rolls of toilet tissue, and packages of paper towels.
Wendell asked me to go into the one on the right and see if it was empty. I went in and checked to see if all the stalls were vacant. One wasn’t, but I heard the toilet flush. I went back out and told Wendell it should be empty in a moment, and it was. An elderly woman, who appeared very down on her luck, exited the bathroom and walked away.
Wendell grabbed the Closed for Cleaning sign off the side of the cleaning cart, which I didn’t even notice at first, and put it on the door. We rushed inside, and I sat on the countertop area, where there were about five or six sinks lined up along a huge mirror.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Simone?” I was hoping his ass wasn’t having second thoughts, worried about being faithful to some lover he had waiting for him back in NYC.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my entire life!” I motioned for him to come over to me, opened my arms, and said, “Come here, baby!”
If he did have any reservations, they didn’t show any longer, because he hurried over. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs behind his back. We started kissing and taking off each other’s clothes.
We didn’t take off everything. There wasn’t enough time. He pushed my coat off my shoulders, and it landed sprawled out on the countertop. I lifted my shirt and bra so he could get to my nipples. He pushed my panties to the side.
While I was lying back, with the rear of my head pressed against the glass of the mirror and Wendell sucking on my nipples, I ripped open the condom packet with my teeth and pulled it out, tossing the wrapper into one of the sinks.
I undid the zipper on his jeans and whipped his dick out. I was overanxious, we both were, but I was determined to get some of his dick before I got on any damn bus. I told him to let up off my tits for a minute so I could slap the condom on. I had a little trouble getting it on ’cause his dick was so thick. We really needed one of those extra-large condoms, but beggars can’t be choosers.
After managing to get the condom halfway up the shaft of his juicy dick, I made a special request. “Now, boo, fuck me like this is the last pussy you’ll ever get!”
Wendell must have taken the shit to heart because he rammed his dick up in me and tore my little pussy up. I pressed his head between my breasts and worked my pussy all over his dick.
I heard a little girl outside the rest room door and told Wendell to stop for a second. He raised his head up, stopped pumping his dick into me, and we both listened intently. The only sounds were water dripping from a couple of the faucets and our heavy panting.
“Mommy, over here!” The door to the bathroom started opening, and I was thinking, “Oh, shit, no! Don’t let that little girl come in here!”
As if someone was answering my prayers, I heard her mother say, “No, Lisa, that one’s closed. We have to go in the other one.”
We were both relieved and went back to fucking. Wendell started fucking me so hard, my head was banging against the mirror. I was getting one hell of a headache, so he told me to get up and bend over the counter. No sooner had I assumed the position before he was at it again. As usual, being fucked doggy-style made me cum something fierce.
Just then, the obnoxious sounding woman on the loudspeaker announced my bus was now boarding. All I could say was, “Shit, not now!”
Wendell was about to take his dick out, but I told him not to. “No, boo, I want you to cum too. Just fuck me faster until you do!”
That’s when I had to control myself from having spasms and shit. Never had I been fucked so royally. For it to finally happen in the bathroom of a bus depot was a trip. He fucked the hell out of me, and I know I came at least three more times in the few minutes that followed. Wendell finally came and pulled it out real quick when they announced the final call for my bus.
I pulled my shirt and bra down and flung my coat over my arm while Wendell got himself together real quick, ripping the condom off and making a nothing-but-net shot into the trash receptacle.
We rushed out the bathroom, and I noticed there was now a little crowd of people outside the enclave area. I really didn’t give a fuck though, because I got mine. Wendell grabbed my duffel bag from the seating area and hurried behind me outside to the bus loading area. I located the bus that had a sign for Orlando, handed the driver my ticket while Wendell flung my bag underneath the bus in the luggage area, and then got on.
I didn’t have a pen on me anywhere and asked the driver for one so I could scribble my number on the envelope my ticket had been in. I wrote it down, handed it to Wendell, gave him a long wet kiss, and told him I would be home on Monday.
As the bus was pulling away, I waved at Wendell and drew a heart with my finger in the dew that had gathered on the cold window. I fell asleep before the bus made it thrity miles from the depot. I dreamt about him and woke up with his scent all over me. I could still feel his saliva on my lips and breasts.
I got home the following Monday afternoon, and Wendell called me that evening while I was doing the dinner dishes. I was thrilled, because I wasn’t sure he would call. We talked for hours on end, and he told me how he wanted to get with me all through high school as well, but didn’t know how to approach me.
Wendell and I spend at least one weekend together a month now, sometimes more. He and I catch the bus back and forth from D.C. to NYC to see each other. Every time we pass a bathroom in the bus depot of either station, we remember the time we did the wild thing in Charlotte. I told Wendell one day I want us to take a long cross-country train trip and get a private compartment so we can fuck in about ten states all in one shot. His reply was, “Hell, boo, why not?”
The Bachelorette Party
I knew my gurls were gonna throw me a party the night before I jumped the broom, but dayum. They went all out for my bachelorette party. After the rehearsal dinner, I figured they were going to take me to one of my bridesmaids’ houses and have a stripper or something. I couldn’t have been farther off base if I tried.
Instead of taking me to a house, we drove about an hour out of town to what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. However, there were tons of cars outside and people walking in and out the front doors, mostly women.
When we went inside, it was the wildest shit I had ever seen. Dick for days! Days, I tell you! I had been to my share of strip shows in my day, but I had never been to one where all the men were dancing butt-naked. There was no sign on the door, but once inside, there were neon signs everywhere with the club’s name, the Black Screw, on them.
The gurls and I, about ten of us altogether, found a couple of tables in the rear, since all the tables up front had long been taken. A waiter came to take our drink orders, and the man was fine as all hell. I wanted to lick a piña colada off his ass, but I refrained from my nasty thoughts. After all, I was marrying the love of my life the next day, and faithfulness was a must. It was hard to keep the faith with the waiter’s big, juicy dick dangling in my face, though.
A few minutes la
ter he returned with our first round of drinks while this other fine-ass guy with about a ten-inch dick was sitting in my maid of honor’s lap, blowing in her ear. I was totally shook and couldn’t believe I never knew the place existed. It had to be some undercover club because mad laws must have been thrown out the fucking window in order to have all that dick floating around the room.
The Black Screw was huge, too. Imagine a warehouse turned into a big-ass fuck palace, and then you are halfway there. “Doin’ It Again” by LL Cool J kicked in, and this fine-ass guy (hell, they were all fine) took center stage and began to do some of the most amazing acrobatic fuck moves I had ever witnessed. The way he was pretending to grind his dick in some nana made me wanna scream, Have mercy! He continued with the grind moves until the song ended, but when “Big Daddy” by Heavy D came on next, he got buck-wild and buck-naked. Dayum shame all those big dicks were in the house.
The gurls and I got tore up by the third round of drinks, and by the fifth round, we were all horny. I was sitting there wishing I could get my hands on my fiancé’s ass right then and there, because I would have fucked him like I hated him. I’m not quite sure who was wilder, the male dancers or the women patrons. There was some truly freaky shit going on up in that place.
Men had women bent over tables, grinding their dicks up against their asses, they were palming tits, sucking toes, fingering pussy even. As for the women, aw shit, they were even worse. The women were pulling their shit off too, jacking dicks, riding dicks with their clothes on, everything except actual fucking, but don’t take my word on that. I didn’t exactly do a panty check or anything of that nature.