Shattering the Myth

  When it comes to sucking dick, move over, ’cause there’s a new sheriff in town. I can just picture a big juicy dick in front of my face right now. Slobbering all over it, making those slurping sounds, teasing it around the tip just before I deep-throat the whole thing, bouncing my head up and down as I catch a good rhythm, licking and gently sucking on the nutsack, swallowing every last drop of cum. Ummm, damn, makes my pussy ache just thinking about it.

  There have been several mad fuckers in my life, starting way back in high school with Ryan. I remember one Thanksgiving, he invited me over his parents’ house for dinner. After dinner was over, everyone except the two of us went downstairs to the family room to watch a football game.

  Ryan and I were supposed to be cleaning off the table and washing the dishes, but we got sidetracked. Ryan took me off guard by forcing me up onto the dining room table and sitting in the chair between my legs. He pushed my panties to the side and starting fucking me with a roasted turkey leg. After he fucked me with it, he ate it down to the bone.

  Ordinarily, the notion of being screwed with a greasy-ass turkey leg would be unappealing to me, but the fact his family was just a split-level away cheering for their respective football teams to win turned my ass on. That was the first sign I was kind of out there.

  Then I started a scrapbook in high school where I kept everything from nude photos of myself and some of my menz to a male pubic hair collection. I even had a collection of used condoms with the guys’ names written beside them in the book. My friends thought I was a true freak, and they were right.

  There were other signs as well, omens so to speak, of what I would be like as I got older. I used to wear teddies under jackets to school with no shirt and flash the boys. My sex education teacher made me go to the principal’s office for bringing a small vial of Ryan’s sperm to class as a visual aid for my project on the reproductive system.

  I was so desperate to go to a sold-out Prince concert one time that I bet these two guys I could sit on their dicks without making a noise in exchange for a pair of tickets. I couldn’t sit on their dicks without making that dick-slapping-against-the-pussy-walls noise, but I fucked them both big-time and they gave up the tickets anyway.

  Yeah, I was a bit out there in high school, but that’s what growing up is all about. My senior year in high school was the year I discovered watching others having sex was just as big, if not bigger, a turn-on as doing the nasty myself. I’m quite the voyeur.

  Camcorders were not popular back in the day. When I couldn’t actually witness the act, I would ask my gurls to audiotape their sexual escapades for me so I could cop a listen. My gurls were wild also, but nowhere near as off da hook as me.

  Four of us had a female singing group. We called ourselves Rough, Ready, Sexy, and Steady. We used to prance around in my gurl Winnie’s living room after school in lingerie, singing everything from Teena Marie to Vanity 6.

  When I got to college, my sexual rebellion really took off. Freshman year, I joined the sweetheart court for one of the fraternities on campus. Once again, another year brought with it yet another revelation. My freshman year, I discovered I like trains, and I don’t mean Amtrak. The only thing better than one good dick is ten good dicks. The more the merrier!

  I used to have men wait in my gurl Cherise’s dorm room, down the hall from mine until it was their turn. One day I had so many men waiting to hit this, some had to wait out in the hall. Hell, I even had my manager from the fast-food restaurant, a married man, up in that bitch. It’s all good, though. Often times, married dick is the best dick of all.

  Don’t turn your nose up at me because I fuck other women’s husbands. I never took vows with and promised to love, honor, and respect no damn body. I can tell you this much. I’m the woman your mother warned you about. Don’t let me in your house, because if he’s fine, I will take your man. If I borrow a pair of shoes, your best bet is to make me throw them bad boys out the window of my car at 50 mph, ’cause if you let me in, I’m leaving with more than some 9 West pumps. And don’t let your man have some of that turn-your-ass-out-Alabama-black-snake-make-a-pussy-scream-out-his-daddy’s-name-dick. Forget about it! I’m going to fuck his ass every day, married or not. Well, at least I’m honest. Most women will just go behind your back and do it. I’m telling you my plans straight up.

  Am I a freak? Hell, yeah! Do I care what you think about me? Hell, no! You can kiss my black ass. As long as there’s a breath in my body and I can spread my legs, I’m gonna get some dick.

  My favorite mad fucker of all time was Sutton. Sutton was this dude I met at the house party of all mutha-fuckin’ house parties. A friend of mine, Faye, was house-sitting for a wealthy couple in the upper-crust part of town. The house was the bomb. It had eight bedrooms, a circular living room, and a full staff of servants. It also had both indoor and outdoor swimming pools.

  There were a good hundred people at the bash Faye threw, the food was slamming, and the bars were stocked with enough liquor to fuck everyone up. I had on a black hoochie dress covering up my black thong bikini. Yes, I did say hoochie dress. Hoochie happens to be my middle name.

  Anyway, I was in the basement level, chillin’ with some of the peeps around the indoor pool. The pool had a water-level brick bar going along one entire side of it. There was also a sitting area with a leather sectional sofa and bearskin rug in front of a huge fireplace with a roaring fire.

  I was sitting on the sofa, tore the hell up, listening to the kicking-ass music coming from the speaker system wired into the walls. Some girl was trying to talk me into letting her eat me out, and to be honest, I was about ready to take a walk on the wild side. I hear a woman can eat pussy just as good, if not better, than a man. Sutton walked up behind us and eavesdropped on our conversation.

  He stated his objection. “Ladies, no need for all that. It would be my pleasure to devour both of you!”

  “That’s what I’m talking about!” I was quick to reply because he was definitely my type of I-don’t-give-a-flying-fuck-what-you-think man. “I get to go first, though. Bet?”

  The other girl got mad. Apparently, she was strictly about the nana and didn’t want a man doing shit for her. She got up and walked away, cussing under her breath. Didn’t faze me one bit, since that meant more tongue action for me.

  After thoroughly checking Sutton out from the top of his slick, bald head to his bulge to his satiny smooth skin, I was ready to get busy. He was about six feet even, built and F-I-O-N-E. The bald head just did my ass in, though, ’cause that’s my weakness. He was wearing a pair of swimming trunks and nothing else, which suited me just fine.

  I was ready for him to dig right in and start eating me like the fabulous and delicious feast I am. Instead, he took me off guard. “Let’s take a swim!” With that, he left me on the sofa, walked away, and jumped into the pool. The way he squeezed his nose and yelled out before he jumped in reminded me of little boys jumping off a wooden pier at a lake.

  I decided what the hell. Following a good dick around is a small price to pay for hellified sex. So I seductively got up from the couch and pulled my dress up over my head as I switched toward the pool. My little show was not only for Sutton’s benefit but also for the other men in the room to witness. For a hoochie like me, every move I make is carefully planned out to be sexy, and my entire life is a masquerade.

  I continued my little show by sitting on the edge of the pool with my revealing thong bikini on and splashing the water around with my perfectly manicured toes. I used my hand to fling my hair back over my shoulder, and all eyes were on me ’cause I got it like that.

  Sutton was over by the pool bar. I got all the way in the pool and swam across it with the grace of a swan. He was ordering a drink from whoever was standing in as bartender at that moment. The guy behind the bar appeared to be drunker than everyone else put together. Sutton ordered a rum and Coke and asked me what I wanted. I told the truth: “I want you!”

  Our eyes met, and he started blushi
ng. I turned toward the bar and asked for a frozen strawberry daiquiri. I made sure to ask for an orange slice and cherry, so I could show off my oral skills, and boy, did I. While Sutton was watching, I took the cherry, arched my neck back, and slowly dipped it into my mouth, sticking my long, pink tongue out to meet it. Then I chewed it seductively, just the way I perfected it when I practiced at home on a regular basis. I followed the cherry up with the big finale, the orange slice. I took the orange slice and put it in my mouth, letting the rind fill out the entire outline of my lips, and then sucked on it and whispered, “Yummy!”

  It was time for my pitch. “I wonder if anything on you tastes as yummy.” My eyes were locked on his dick like a missile locked on an enemy fighter jet.

  He was still blushing. “Well, there’s only one way to find out!”

  I kept my head down, but flashed my eyes up at his. “Ummm, do tell!”

  Sutton took me by the hand. We carried our drinks along the ledge on the wall of the pool until we got to one of the corners. I pressed my back into the contour of the corner, sat my drink on the tiled floor surrounding the pool, and propped my elbows on the edge of the pool so my breasts would look even more enticing than they already are.

  He put his hands around my waist after setting his drink down also. “Now, what’s all this shit you’ve been talking, missy? I bet you’re all talk and no action, just like all the rest.”

  I took one of my hands, placed it in the water, and started rubbing his dick through his swimming trunks. “Try me!”

  The pool had at least twenty people in it and another dozen or so standing around, who all ended up getting an added treat when Sutton and I turned the house party into a live sex show.

  As our kisses began, Sutton picked me up, and I locked my lengthy legs around his waist. He wasted no time untying the skimpy top of my bikini, removing it, and letting it float away on top of the chlorinated water. I leaned my shoulders back as his head moved down to discover the sweetness of my dark, hard pearls. While he was sucking my nipples, I noticed the same girl who had offered to eat me out standing on the other side of the pool, glaring at us. Thank goodness looks can’t kill, or I would be one dead hoochie.

  After a few moments of him feeding off my breasts, pouring some of the frozen daiquiri on my nipples and sucking it off, I unwrapped my legs and stood down in the pool. I gave Sutton a peck on the lips and then disappeared underneath the water, pulling his swimming trunks down as I went. He kicked his trunks completely off, and they too ended up floating on the water. I took his dick in my mouth underwater and started sucking on it. When I took it the entire way in and started deep-throating it, the echo of the water intensified his moans.

  I stayed down there as long as I could without taking in too much water with my nose and then popped my head back up above the surface. I wasn’t surprised to see everyone was paying avid attention. More people had joined the crowd from upstairs and the pool outside. I could understand the thrill; I love to watch other people getting their freak on myself.

  Sutton told me to turn around, so I did, and put my hands on the edge of the pool while he ripped my thongs off and threw them on the tile. He started caressing my rotund ass cheeks and pressing his dick up in between them. Then he pulled my ass out toward him some more, knelt down a little in the water so the head of his dick could find my pussy lips, and pushed it up in me.

  I reached my right hand up over my shoulder and started rubbing his bald head while he fucked me slowly underneath the water. He picked up a steady pace, reached around, and started pinching my nipples. I loved that shit!

  People were saying things like, “Damnnnnnnnn!” Look at this shit!” and “You go, girl!” Then there were the sexually repressed and threatened women who were urging their men to leave or go to another room so they couldn’t watch. As usual, I didn’t give a fuck about any of them, ’cause I was getting mine.

  The sensation of being fucked underwater made me cum within minutes, but Sutton kept working his dick in me until my moans grew so loud, I almost scared myself. About ten or fifteen minutes later, he finally came all over my water-covered ass.

  We spent the next few minutes caressing each other all over and asking some of the pertinent questions we should’ve been asking before we fucked, like name, marital status, involvement situation, etc. After getting all that out the way, we realized neither of us had any balls and chains, so it was all good.

  Sutton suggested we get out of the pool and go sit by the fire. As we walked over to the seating area, men were giving him high fives and slaps on the back like crazy. Most of the women were staring at me, but my friend Faye, the one giving the party, was laughing her ass off. “Page, you’re just too wild, Sis!”

  I just looked at her, curled my lips into a smile, and kept on going. Sutton and I sat down on the bearskin rug by the fire, water droplets still covering us both, since we hadn’t bothered to dry off with towels. I started rubbing his dick up and down the shaft, hoping it would get hard again.

  After some well-spent effort, it did, and he fucked me again on the rug in front of everybody. He took my ass the second time around. People are a trip. They always talk about the things they would never ever do in a million years, but are gung-ho when it comes to watching it.

  Sutton and I dated for a few months, but he was in the military and was sent overseas, so that was the end of it. We had the time of our lives while it lasted, and I miss him terribly. However, life goes on, and so did my sexual escapades. You can’t keep a sexual diva like myself down.

  I only have one piece of advice. If you have a good man with a good heart and, most importantly, a good dick, don’t let other women anywhere near him. One of these days, you might fuck around and let a nymph like me in the front door. Scary thought, huh? I’m only one of many, so you better watch your back!

  Kissin’ Cousins

  I’ve always loved sex. The look on a man’s face when he cums. The way his entire body shivers and loses control. The way his knees tremble and almost buckle under him. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something so stimulating about it that just drives me wild.

  I don’t have time for the love and relationship part, though. My career keeps me much too occupied for that. So whenever I can get a break in my busy work schedule, I check out a couple of the local nightclubs, if that’s what you want to call them. I prefer to call them juke joints, ’cause I live right smack in the middle of the country, and the men that frequent the clubs around here are what one might call country bumpkins. There are no ambulances here, just bamalances. But hey, it’s all good, ’cause the majority of them know how to fuck big-time for small-town homies.

  I live in the heart of Alabama, and trust me, it’s true what they say about the Alabama black snakes. They love to devour things, if you get my meaning. I’ve been here for two years, moving into town to work at the local perfume factory as a chemical engineer. I came straight from my college dormitory in Texas after graduation. It’s a cool little town. The kids keep out of trouble, they have fish fries, hot dog and chicken dinner sales at the local churches, and three or four little parades a year down Main Street. We even have a little bandstand in the town square. Looks like something out of a Southern romance novel.

  One night about a month ago, I was mad bored after getting home from a late night at the plant. I had worked overtime trying to get this new line of rosewater together. I got home about 11 P.M. It was too early to crash, and there wasn’t a dayum thing on cable. Since it was a Saturday night, I decided to throw on a skimpy little outfit and hit this hole in the wall called Toasties. A local black police officer and his wife own it. They’re cool peeps, and the place is all right. You pay a $3. 00 cover charge and get all the free beer you can guzzle down. There are a dozen or so tables scattered around the little place. The entire club is no larger than most people’s living rooms. Like I said, a juke joint. I’m sure some of you from the country can relate to what I’m saying.

  So the
re I was, chillin’ in a black crop top with a little glitter pattern going on and some black skintight shorts. Yeah, I was looking kind of hoochie that night, but don’t knock shit you’ve never tried. Whenever I went there, I saw basically the same dayum people, and I never really fit in. Let’s just say you can tell I’m not from around these parts. It wasn’t surprising that pickin’s were slim as it pertained to possible dick action. Most of the attractive men in the country get snapped up and dragged to the altar by the time they turn twenty-one. But you can luck out and find some good prospects every now and then.

  None of my usual dick action was in the house that night, so I knew I would have to improvise. The DJ, who still had a Jheri curl in the Year of Our Lord 1999, was playing “Flashlight,” and the pimp daddies were shaking their asses on the floor with their hot mommas. It was a trip. Then I spotted them come in the door. The taller of the two I’d seen in there before a couple of times but never talked to. The shorter one I didn’t recognize. They both looked like rough riders, so I targeted my marks. Hell, two dicks are always better than one.

  I was standing against the wall over by the ladies’ lounge, which is really a bathroom so small that you can barely get your ass in there and close the door. Plus, the door doesn’t lock, so you have to maneuver and shit by squatting and holding the door shut at the same time so another woman can’t open the door, exposing your ass to the entire joint. When they walked past me, the shorter one winked at me, I smiled at him, and gave him the look. You know, the look where you tell a man how much you want to fuck the shit out of him without having to utter a word. That one look was all it took.

  I’m gonna cut to the chase. It turns out that their names are William, the tall one, and Tom, the shorter one, and they’re first cousins. Tom, who’s about five-foot-nine, light skin with curly brown hair and hazel eyes, was visiting his cousin, William, who’s about six-two, caramel, with a nice fade and deep brown bedroom eyes, from out of town. Tom’s from Maryland and was down for the weekend.