The Heart of Revenge (31 page)

“Push it in Baby, push it in please, just
fuck mi.”

She’s too loud. I forget about the time. I
look behind me, all’s clear. I slowly pierce through, my cock feels
like a sunny day inside her, she feels the heat my cock is emitting
on both sides of her pussy, she swerves her hip forward to the head
of my cock far down in her zone, the sweet feel of the head sends
her to say ‘Good Morning’ to Jesus, the fleshy soft pad, warm,
smooth, the warmth rubs up and down into her, powerfully, power
strokes, deep and hard in her and even when the cock slides out to
the mouth of her pussy she still feels the heat down inside her.
She anticipates so hungrily to have my dick splash back down in the
deepest part of her hole, it drives her crazy, a heat of pleasure,
she wants more, she wants it harder, fuck her, stroke, stroke it
deep, hard. It forces her inside apart, her paradisingly smooth
flesh squints around my cock without her intending, jumps, inside
her pussy jumping, the feel, her pussy gets wetter, inside slick,
slippery, soaking. The boxes rocking are loud, she can’t control
her volume,

“Fuck it, fuck it. That’s it, Fuck it
baby.”

“You’re too loud, sshhh.”

“Fuck me harder! Cripple mi.”

I look over my shoulders, cup my palm over
her mouth, stroke her deep, not pulling out my dick, just deep
stroking, just keep shoving it farther and farther down into her,
small movements but deep intense penetration, it brings pleasure to
her whole body, maddening. Every thrust hitting on that same
sweet-spot, hitting it every single time. She swings her arm
aimlessly, out of control, it hits a box, she is getting loud,
captivated by the deep humping, thrusting down into her, filling
her.

"Mi a cum, don’t stop! Don’t stop! mi a
cum!”

I get all the power from my long muscular
legs and begin slamming myself into her the hardest way I know how,
she grabs my ass and tries to pull me deeper, face twisting, eyes
shut, mouth open. She’s getting slippery, I slide in easier, her
juices cumming, I pump harder, farther. The rattling is loud, she’s
high-pitched

“Huh-huh-uh! Huh-uh-huhhh!

I muffle her whimper, she fights to get her
head free, wanting to just cry out loud with every hard thrust I
deliver. I think both my hip bones made it down her passage. Her
left hand held on to the edge of the rattling box, her right hand
latched the back of my shirt, ripping it off senselessly. I
couldn’t care less, I’ll go on the plane shirtless, my cock pulsing
inside her, pulsing with horniness, buckle jangling on the floor.
She twists her head side to side, desperate to release her mouth, I
savagely kiss her lips off her face. Her hand moves from the box to
latching in my back, I slide my hand up her thighs, hold her ass,
grip one cheek, squeeze my fingers into her firm flesh, hold it
steady for the striking. I pelt my cock down to her oesophagus. She
didn’t win the lotto but she was shouting out,

"Yes! Yes, yes!” Her mouth gapes, face winces
bitterly, “Shit! Shit! Fuck!, Oh Fuck!”

She made her ugly but sexy cumming face, just
beautiful,

“Fuck! I’m cumming! Arrhh!”

She grips me tighter and her waist is rolling
around in wild frantic circles, small but orgasmic circles that
makes me want to die a thousand times how good it feels. She is
winding fast on top, my cockhead right in her G-spot, she loves
what she feels and the cum swells to the tip of her pussy lips. Her
pussy drools sweet milk on my cock. I can’t wait any longer. I
whisper,

“Stop. I got to go.”

“Shut up and fuck me!”

Her panting loud. I grab her other ass cheek,
it sinks in a dimple as her pussy squints then relaxes, her ass
gets back round, she arches her back, I go deeper, thrust into
untouched zones where it hurts sweetly. She bites hard, my neck,
making a humming cry, my penis stroking her inside without
breaking, a steady hard pattern, a deep thorough straight through
and through vaginal tour. She whimpers into my neck,

“Mmmm.”

I grab her hair, her weave, fuck her, she
squeezes my ass, pulling me, slamming me into her harder, spreads
her legs wide, raise them in the air, points her toes to the
ceiling, use both hands and pull her pussy cheeks apart, open wide,
I lose it. I fuck her, I fuck her, fuck her, fuck her. Long
strokes. Powerful strokes. The sweetest strokes. Her skirt rides up
her hips, looking like a belt. She sucks my neck harder, her head
jerks, talks into my neck, sucking it, I didn’t know what she said
but I feel the humming vibration, it sends shivers through me,
drives me in-fucking-sane. I hold one of her ankles high in the
air, throw it on my shoulder, swing the other leg between mine as I
scissor fuck her, it feels good, I want more, I lose it, hoist her
hip off the box, her feet not touching the ground, slam myself into
her, slam, slam, slam, she gets weighty to lift. I put her back on
the box, grab her shoulders with both hands, stroking deep and
sensually, I wind slow in her cunt, slow and steady, bracing
forward and deep into her. I get leverage, wrap my fingers around
her neck, I go in farther, deeper, reaching my favorite spot
inside, her favorite spot, it is shallow, ribbed and smooth. She
feels it there and moves sensually against the head of my cock
keeping it in that erogenous zone, her sweet spot, she is pushing
up every time I sink it down onto her sweet spot, her tongue
between her teeth as she inhales raspy and ragged. Our swerves
become one, in rhythm, and pleasing, the best fucking feeling in
life, ten houses of sexual coke, a sexual high. She runs her hand
up her blouse, plucks her bouncing breast out her bra, it is still
under her blouse, I crane my neck forward, suck on her nipple
through her thin white blouse, my wet mouth wetting her blouse,
remove my lips, her dark nipple is perking through the round wet
spot on her blouse, she toys with her breast, squeezes it, looks
into my eyes, pinches her nipple. She flusters to unbutton her
blouse, my chest sweaty, she is staring in my eyes, face
sweating.

One breast in, one breast out, flesh
bouncing, erotic, so beautiful, the beautiful sight of sex in
heated bouncing motion. My wet mouth suckles on her breast,
swallowing her nipple, devouring her breast deep down into my oveny
mouth, gobbling in a famish manner, I had no control, my horniness
peaks miles high in me. I crave her. I unmouth her breast, squeeze
the soft plump base, getting her hard nipples pointing to the
ceiling fan, circle her erect swollen nipple with my moist
horngry
tongue, slow wet circles. Continuous
circles, rubbed her clit, passionately sucking her breast into my
brain, fucking far and deep, stroking, sucking, rubbing, circling
her wet clit, circling, circling, still fucking, fucking, fucking,
deep, in and out, in, out, fucking, all at the same time, fuck, my
tongue circles, suck with violent passion. She flings her head back
and whimpers

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Don’t ... Don’t ... Mmmm.
Cumming, I’m .. cummmm!”

She springs up off my lengthy cock,
screams

“Mi want cum in your mouth!”

Braces her thick slice of pussy pudding into
my face, so hard I think she is trying to sit in the back of my
throat. I grab both of her ass cheeks and force her farther down
into my mouth. She says breathily and in some haste before her cum
gushes out her pussy,

“Mi want wet up your tongue!”

I pull my head out. I smell her heated pussy
in my face, I’m moving towards her yummy pie, slowly, too slow, she
grabs the back of my head, buries my face between her legs, right
into her pussy, commanding me,

“Open your mouth!” her eyes rolling back,
“Wide!” I did, “Eat it, suck my pussy!” she tosses her head all the
way back, her face blooming with unsurmountable pleasure,

“Drink mi pussy soup!” I did, she kept
talking dirty,

“Yeah Baby, drink it up. Drink everything ...
every... hheesshh... drop. Good medicine. Vitamin P!” I tried my
best not to waste my vitamins,

Her pussy melting her sweet hot cream down,
running down. She becomes my full course meal, a serving of pussy
lips, with hot clits, glazed in her white honey and to quench my
oral appetite some pussy milk shake. Mmmm. Bon a petit to the
cannibal. Her juices flourish over her labia, so soaked you could
bail it out and full a bath pan. I suck her creamed pussy lips,
just one lip, a single one, good and proper and smooth suck. It’s
not enough for her, she forces my head up into her snatch, stuffing
my face wildly into her coochie, my nose squashes against her clit,
her loin hoola-hooping wildly, wanting my warm mouth over her clit.
I can’t get oxygen, mouth fill with pussy, I muffle,

“I have to go, my flight.”

“Just let me cum in your mouth again.
Please.” She grips my head in place.

Her pink clit stiff, shooting forward with
horniness, blood rushing into her clit, on the verge of jacking off
in my mouth. My tongue pesters her panicking clit, suck on it, her
pussy gets dreadfully tender, reacts to the slightest touch, my
tongue continues to harass in the center of her sweetness, her
pussy smells as fresh as rose water in my nose. My lips gently
hauls the petal of her pink rose, sucking off the warm slick pussy
sippings her pussy dewed on them. I freeze at a noise I swore I
heard in the distanced dark, a muffled cough, a person, someone
watching.

“You heard that?”

“Ssshh, Shut up. Make me cum!” Probably just
a figment of my imagination.

My tongue proceeds to lapping down in her
center, mopping her pussy with my tongue, she was nine skies above
cloud nine. I shove my professional tongue in every crevice and
curves of her shaking wet pussy. She drains the last of her cum in
my mouth, down my throat, her juices feels warm as if her pussy
were a thermos. I swallow every drop. Lick my lips. Her eyes
flutter weakly.

I ease up, plant light soft kisses, all over
her arouse pussy, her poor vagina falls apart. My cell beeps twice,
a special beep, Leelia’s beep.

I heard ‘Click!’

A bright industrial light snapped on. She
clutched her bosom. I hustled to drag up my jeans, hurtled behind
the boxes. Portia followed. I felt for my passport in my back
pocket, look at the time, bomboclawt star, flight suppose to gone
seventeen minutes ago, what kind of power pussy has?

“Who’s there?” The guy walked forward,
stepping towards the boxes. It’s the same youth from the last time,
Marlon. Deja vu this? Mi can't believe mi in this avoidable
predicament again. Boy, Marlon really can watch the B star. A bet
mi shot him a box today. Better yet, keep calm, keep cool
Ajrien.

None of us answered. We didn’t got caught
this time. Marlon turned back, walked over to the switch. Portia
spread a devilish smirk on her face. Or maybe delight, she didn’t
seem any at all shocked, like he catches her a lot in here and it
gave her the thrills. I got a text. ‘Bee-Beep.’ Leelia. The world
stopped spinning. The beeping sounded loud in the quiet. Marlon
stopped, looked around.

“Who’s there? Mi know somebody in here. Move
from round the box.”

I sneaked a quick look at the texts from
Leelia, it read,

‘Ajrien, don’t leave. Please.’

She must be the only one who still calls me
Ajrien, aside from Mama. Can't wrap my head around this. What’s
this? She still wants me or? Misses me as a friend? I mean, all of
a sudden, I’m getting all these emotional texts from her. After
years? I thought she had totally forgotten about me since she’s
been uptown. I knew she didn’t want me. Plus she’s way out my
league. I have a better shot at being with Pinky. Well if ...
though I rather to be with ... I don't even know who I rather. But,
I do think about Lia so much. So ... I rubbed the ring she gave me
slowly in deep thoughts. Who am I kidding? Lia doesn’t want a guy
like me, she wants an uptown guy. Maybe she wanted to use me, for
some dirty jobs, or something.

I stared, thought harder. But I just don’t
know what's up? Since she sent me the ‘Miss you’ text on her
wedding day that was one hell of a disaster ... you know what? I
should go and see her, but .. but .. my flight ... hsst ... I knew
she was marrying too young. I didn't text back the last time. Now
this. Should I text back now? Maybe, no... Wonder if she knows
about my incident that I’m running from? I knew she knew I’m
leaving obviously, but what if it’s a set up from the other crew?
No, but she texted mi the ‘Miss you’ before my incident even
happened. I knew if she heard about my incident, I wouldn’t have a
chance. She’s gonna hear about it anyway, I don’t have a chance.
Better mi leave. I’m leaving. Or stay? I don’t even know what to
make of this. Should I leave? I missed my flight, maybe it’s a
sign, and now this text, maybe it’s a bigger sign. I stared at the
blank box. Portia pulled down her skirt in place, grinned and asked
Marlon,

“You catch everything right?” Then turned to
me, her face instantly changing from a smile to a wry scowl and
said,

“’Bout you come fly big box in mi face for
dirty stinking Pinky. Mi and you little bloodclawt now.” Marlon
voice sounded happy when he answered her,

"Yes! Everything mi catch.” He held up his
recording camera in the air. Immediately I knew what Portia was up
to. I began choking the blackmailing bitch. The other bitch,
Marlon, ran away without looking back.

by: Leelia Lexings

I was stupid. I should’ve took the gun. I
should’ve never trusted Mr. Douglas. His face was close to mine
when he suggested,

“I think we should make this deal fair huh.’
‘Ribbit.’ I shifted closer to my door and away from him. I studied
his eyes. I saw evil.

“It’s fair Mr. Douglas. A done deal ... What
you want to pay then?”

Silence. ‘Ribbit’. Silence.