The Heart of Revenge (16 page)

At this point, mi start get bringle again. I
wanted to curse, and shout, and grab, and fling and mash-up
everything, every damn thing in sight. I tried hard to get a grip
of my temper. Daddy always told me ‘Never let the tail wag the dog
Pinky. Always remember, the dog should wag the tail whenever your
temper is getting out of control’, and by preaching that to me so
often, he meant that, I should never let the anger control me, I
should control my anger, I’m the bigger one, so I should take
control of it, and not it of me. It’s like I could hear him saying
it to me without him saying it to me and a feeling began to bud
inside me. It was an awkward feeling. One that was embarrassing
almost. How I felt was a little stupid, a lot stupid, for being so
angry and going so senselessly ballistic, especially in the
church.

But I wasn’t always like this, I swear. I got
this violent from the very first day my man, Finaral, walked into
my life. He was shoving a gun in my back with his finger on the
trigger, on the very first day I met him. I haven’t been the same
since that drama, especially what he is making me do just for
Aubrea’s sake. Oh my, I really wished things weren’t like this. I
couldn’t even let Aubrea know. I really wished I had more control
over how I reacted to my temper though. I breathed with a little
more ease, took softer breaths and cut mi eyes at Daddy when he
asked,

“Who’s the girl?” Then he rattled his hand in
the air like a tambourine, making a signal to Vance as he
instructed him, “Vance, go call back Lee.”

Vance didn't move from around the drama. It
seemed he too was just as curious about the girl as everyone else
was in the church. He too wanted to hear the story, the full story.
Too bad, mi knock the bitch out cold into next summer after next,
and mi for one, not saying anything bad ’bout mi sister and mi damn
well never was going to make the bitch or anyone else come and talk
bad ’bout mi sister, more over destroy her wedding and disgrace
her. Never.

A heavy gust of wind blew through the willow
tree outside. The windows flung back open and the loudest and
longest “Woooeeee,” from day, bellowed into the church. The loudest
omen of things to come, so it seemed.

Out of nowhere, there was another loud uproar
in the church that frightened the shit out of me. The horror filled
shrieks the congregation made rose the fine hairs on my skin and
made them stood stiff with terror. Everyone was screaming. Munchy
covered her mouth disbelievingly with one hand and snapped pictures
with the other. The shouts were bursting from every corner of the
church.

“No! Murder! Murder!... Murdahhh!”

My heart began to quail. I turned around,
instantaneously I needed my asthma pump and mi feel a series of
farts building up in mi bottom.

by: Vybz

Her serenading scent fills the air around my
face, I salivate, run the hardness of my thumbnail down the
cushiony center of her panty, pressing against the meaty plump of
her sacred flesh. I put my thumb in my mouth, wet it, drag it down
the soft edges of her pink pliable pussy tongue through her panty,
her eyelids sleepily, sexually, in a trance-like state, flutter
down, she keeps them closed. The flesh inside is pink and her
juices begin to flow down slightly, lightly, white, flowing
beautifully, dabbing the white lace in her pink panty, moistening
her inside, my mouth wetting itself. Her panty so wet she must have
had a bad bladder. I run my thumbnail back up her edges, not going
inside, outside, trailing along the entrance of her slit, her lips
swollen, getting bigger, protruding a slight peep out her engorging
pussy cheeks. She moans. My sensually smooth touches quietly
stroking along her. I wet my thumb again, press my wet thumb harder
as I stroke along her. My thumb bends her panty material slightly
into her slit and my thumb gets wet through her panty, her face
sweetly winces into a sour expression as the words softly whispers
from her opened mouth,

“Mmmm .... mmm.”

The ceiling above us in the warehouse is a
great distance high, a mile high. The walls are a cruise-ship’s
length apart. People are still here at work. I suck her juices off
my thumb. I go down lower, kneel before her. Kiss the curving front
of her peach see-through underwear. My big lips presses against
her, and on my lips I can feel the temperature of her pussy, it’s
high, boiling. Her vagina milk seeps through as she awaits my long
horny tongue. I make playful sexbites at the front of her panty
with the hard edges of my teeth, her pussy turns into liquid. Her
juices soak a mark at the front of her panty, I have to taste her.
I suck on her pussy through her draws, suck her juices through the
panty material, tongue kiss it. The white lace of her panty tickles
the corner of my mouth, brushes against my moustache. I press my
French kiss into her draws, my mouth milking her pussy, sucking her
pussy through her panty. Tingles ripple through her spine, she
involuntarily kicks, her spine twists, her whole body twisting, her
legs wide apart and trembling. Face flinches when she begs,

“Suck it, suck it please, suck mi pussy, move
the draws and suck it now.”

I can see her pink clit already protruding
from between her chocolaty pussy cheeks. I wonder what her puffy
cheeks taste like. Honey? Sweet? The mouth of her pussy is juicy,
but stifling by her tight squeezing undie. She wants to take it off
and just feed her pussy in my face, her raw naked pussy. Grind my
face. Just grind in my face.

“Just suck it baby, suck mi pussy, suck it
real good...” Body sexually overcharged, she gasps from the
electrified pleasure running through her, clamps her teeth
together, through her clamped teeth she sucks in a long breath with
a, ‘HEHSSSH’ sound then command impatiently ... “SUCK IT... HEHSSSH
... SUCK IT.”

Her hand roughly shoves me in closer to her
drippings, her hips rising closer, nearer to my mouth, forcing it
in my face. She wants to sit in my face; she gets aggressive,
pushes me down, pushes me hard. I fall. Land on the carton box. I
sit there. A box tumbles over, makes an unwanted echo. I look both
sides quickly, again over my shoulders.

“Sssssh.”

She doesn’t look around. She walks over to
me, stands over my head, both legs opened above my head leading all
the way up to her drenching underneath. A single sticky drip of her
transparent and glistening juice stretches from between her legs,
lands on my forehead. Fuck she’s wet. She’s about to take a
comfortable sit in my face. I look both sides again. No one.

She stoops down into my face, her juice runs
on to my chin before her pussy reaches my face, she rubs her pussy
onto my happy tongue, her taste, ... her taste, she has her own
taste, its more delicious than rice and peas. Her pussy covers my
mouth. She slathers my lips, my nose, my chin, works her loin in my
face, sits her whole body weight onto my face, squashing my mouth
broadly. I feel her weight flattening my lips and her vagina
together. She grabs the crown of my head, grinds my face, swings
her hips rigorously on my face, with a smooth looping motion of her
loin, grinding into my mouth, rough oral grinding. She stands back
up. Turns around. Turns the other direction over me, her ass to my
face, bends over 6:30 without bending her knee, swallows my cock,
her pussy above my head like a pink yummy halo. Still sitting on
the box, I lean in towards her naked pussy, suck on her pink
softness, her legs opened above my head, knees still straight. I’m
sucking on her, she’s sucking on me. I call this the 6:30-69
position.

She takes me in deep into mouth, chugs it
down. I voyage beyond her tonsils, she murmurs a nasal humming
noise

‘Mhhhm’ as she slurps. Floats her tongue on
me, affectionately working, mouthing the full length of my cock,
flicks her tongue at the cusp, circles it, swallows me deep. A
bright lightning of pleasure strikes my body. I jerk and I rock and
I kick and twist, and bite, and flinch, and I cringe, the feeling
rocketing through my whole body. She pulls me out her mouth, spits
on my chocolate cock, wipes it off with her fat plumpy lips, drags
her tongue on my balls. Licks along the straightness of my cock, at
the side, at the main vein. She flips my cock upward, does a long
slow lick on the underside of my cock, curving her soft broad
tongue in the V of the penis cusp, swallows it in her summer-like
mouth, a shiver runs from my balls to my ten toes, my toes curl. I
see Moses in full white speaking to me in seven different
languages. Heaven. I’m in heaven. My eyes roll and flutter and
roll. God this feels good.

I return the favour, barely skim my tongue
over the entrance of her pussy, and without warning, flick my
tongue at an unhumanly fast speed, flicking over her pussy lips,
tongue, cheeks, labia, clit, just to get her body excited. A
helicopter-propeller-tongue swirling. I spread her pussy open,
spread one cheek before pulling away the other, both lips apart,
sluggishly lick upward with the point of my tongue, lick from the
base of her clit right up the center real slow, up to the head of
her clit, flicking over her clitoral hood, lick it again, slow. I
flatten my tongue, my pliable tongue bending. I make broader wetter
licks, licking all the sweet frosting off, swallow up her clit,
inside my mouth warm, a sensation warps through her, twists her
knees, I spit out her clit, slide inside her with my tongue, soft,
warm, slippery, swooping in her. I slow down, linger my tongue on
her petrified clit, the center of my tongue sinks deeper as the two
sides curb upward, the point of my tongue stiff and hard, flicking
it viciously smooth against her swollenness and shove my finger in
her warm hole unexpectedly. She jumped, clasped her legs, tingles
erupting through her belly. I flicker my tongue up and down and
only my lower jawbone is moving. She wobbles, can’t stand, spins
around, sits on the box, I take out my wet finger, she swallows it,
spreads her legs east and west and I bury my stiff pink lively
tongue six foot six in her pussy. Her breathing is ragged. Her
breathing slows.

Her whole body is getting stiff. Her lips
apart, breathing stops, my soft tongue renders her speechless, her
eyes hazy in confusion. Her body folds, hands gripping my head
between her legs, her shoulders hunched forward in intense
pleasure. Her belly goes flat, bracing her pussy forward into my
mouth, forcing it forward and forward and forward, her body making
waves like a belly dancer, feeds her pussy into my mouth. I eat
her. She whimpers,

“Eat it, eat it, fucking eat it!”

Her hand pushes my head hard between her
thighs, she twists her closed legs with my head fastened in between
them, twists her closed legs the other way, I keep sucking, she
pulls me away, slaps me across the face, buries back my lips into
her pussy, winds in my face, humps my face off, fucks my face in a
horny-can't-get-your-tongue-deep-enough tantrum, twisting wildly,
pushes me away, smacks me across the face again; it hurts, forces
back my face deep into her tush, takes her hand and pulls on my
tongue, her thumb squeezing ontop, pulling my tongue. I flash my
head; she grabs the top of my head, fierce, shoves my head back
into her, winds in my face, winds in my face hard, wines wildly,
never stopping, forcing her cunt into my mouth, humming in
pleasure, moaning, feeding me pussy, stuffing my mouth, pussy gags
me, corking my mouth. I can barely get air to breathe between her
edible thighs, but I keep sucking on her pussy, I never stop. Don’t
you dare stop forcing it into my mouth. I keep sucking on it,
sucking, tongueing her velvety-smooth hole, swiping my horny tongue
inside, flicking it up with a bending curve as it touches inside
her, a continuous waving swoop. I see a small speck of her juice on
the outside of her brown cheeks, I kiss the speck off, a freaky
kiss, wet kiss, keep kissing. I get ravish, get carried away,
kissing her cheeks with no table manners whatsoever, sloppy, no
etiquette about how greedily I’m devouring her pussy, my fat lips
clip around her pussy lips, suck, form soapy spit in my mouth,
smooth, gentle, I won’t stop, determine to find out if I can suck
all the skin off her pussy lips. I slide my lips up and down her
labia, wanting to take all the taste off her lips and paste it onto
my tongue, I keep sliding up and down, her clit fidgets between her
pussy lips, it sinks, a contraction, it jumps back up sharply, she
can feel a string of tension stemming from the center of her navel
to her clit, a connecting jumping muscle, excited from pleasure.
Her whole body tremors, like she’s freezing, like an epileptic fit,
her body twitching and shaking like mad, her legs look as if they
are about to fall from under her, she can’t stand straight. Her
face is the only thing not moving, face twisted but not moving,
frozen in a moment of pleasure and shock. A staggering volt of
pleasure rises from the center of her navel and spreads up,
explodes down in her pussy with a trillion unbearable stings,
scorching every nerves they course by in her pussy, torturing her
clit, she can’t hold back her gushes anymore. It’s cumming, it’s
cumming, the juices charging down in her body, the tingly sensation
rips through her nipples, belly, toes and even her asshole
tightens, puckers, twitches, her clit twitching so hard her
shoulder is shrugging, her mouth hangs open, her breathing is short
and harsh,

“Uh! Uh! Uh! I’m cumming, Uh! I’m fucking
exploding! Don’t stop, Uh! Don’t fucking stop! Suck it! Suck
it!”

Her fingers gripping at the top of the
cardboard box. It slips off the box. She grabs back onto the
pointed edge of the box, clings on to it, she’s shooting juices,
her legs crossing and pleasure paralysing her body, a devastating
orgasm. The sensation of cumming ripping from the depths of her
pussy, climaxing, magnifying into a maddening pleasure at the
pinnacle of her so tender clitoris. Her clit contracts tightly,
jumps, a jolt of electric pleasure shoots into her belly. She falls
to her knees, shudders, her body nudging in sporadic outbursts,
climaxes faintly grazing inside her, prickles under her skin, the
popping sensation drifting down her spine. Moments after the tail
of her monstrous cumming has passed she’s still shaking. Shakes.
Shaking. Her body sensitive. She shakes. Her shaky voice
utters,