Zane's Busy Bodies: Chocolate Flava 4 (30 page)

Last summer, around this time, things were a tad different for me. I had the most exciting experience of my entire life; at least to date. You see, up until then, my experience with humans of the male persuasion was rather limited. In Coosawhatchie, there are my cousins, cousins of my cousins on the other side, and cousins of their cousins of their cousins on yet another side. Outside of Perry Brown, the town stud because he is the only truly attractive man in town, pickings are slim.

I won’t even form my mouth to tell a fib. I fucked Perry . . . once. He was my first. In fact, he was also a lot of my friends’ first. The older men around town call him Cherry Bomb because he has popped so many cherries that the number is rising on a daily basis. I was never sure whether Perry’s dick was good dick since I didn’t have anything to compare it to . . . until last summer.

Even though I was scared to death, I ventured out with my best friend, Colby. She wanted to go apply for a job at a bar in Savannah, Georgia. She figured that waiting tables couldn’t be so hard and she does have a high school diploma. So we borrowed her dad’s 1993 Cutlass and made our way there.

Compared to Coosawhatchie, Savannah seemed like Paris, France. At least how I had imagined Paris to be. People were walking around, laughing, shopping, hugging and kissing all over each other like it was Christmas in the summer. A cloud of sadness instantly fell over me. I realized that my life was at a standstill and millions and trillions of other people were making the most of theirs.

We arrived at Bottlenecks, a small roadhouse on the outskirts of Savannah, about nine that night. Colby was dressed to impress, and to tantalize, in a pencil-cut black dress and four-inch heels. I didn’t even know where she had acquired the getup but she was looking hot. Me, not so hot. I had on some jeans and a faded T-shirt from the previous year’s Jasper County Fair.

When we walked in, all eyes were on us; presumably because we were what city slickers call “fresh meat.” Colby sashayed over to the bar to ask for the owner, some dude named Melvin, while I surveyed the patrons. My heart started beating faster in my chest and I struggled to keep from hyperventilating. I had never seen so many fine men in one place in my life. Well, hell, I had never seen so many fine men even spread out in various places.

I decided to go stand by a wall. I felt uncomfortable posing in the middle of the floor. No sooner had I picked a good, empty spot when a man in a navy blue suit approached me.

“Hi, I’m Dean.”

I was speechless. He was about six inches taller than me, a dark chocolate, with smooth skin and a low-top fade. But what drew me to him the most were his eyes. They were mesmerizing, like two black diamonds.

“So, do you have a name?” he asked, losing his patience.

“I’m Betsy.”

I reached my hand out to shake his. I did have at least that much common sense. Even though I rarely got to greet someone whom I had never met in Coosawhatchie, I did have manners.

Instead of shaking my hand, he brought it up to his soft lips and kissed it. My uterus damn near dropped clean out of me. I jerked away and he seemed offended.

“I’m sorry. I’m just not used to . . .” I paused, realized that I sounded plum foolish.

“You’re not used to what? Men kissing your hand?” I dropped my eyes to the floor. “Or men period?”

I didn’t respond and Dean chuckled.

“It’s all good, Betsy. Can I buy you a drink?”

“No, no thank you. I never drink.”

“Maybe you need to live life on the edge a little, at least for tonight.”

Live life on the edge!
I had to admit to myself that I had thought about that a time or two in my life. After that night, whether Colby got hired or not, my tired, eighty-two-year-old–acting ass was headed back to sitting on the side of the riverbank watching people speed by on the highway.

I glanced over toward the bar and Colby was talking to an older man who was presumably Melvin. Dean was staring at me with those diamonds and something awakened in me that I never realized was even there.

“Dean, would you mind taking me someplace local and fucking me until I black out?” I slapped my hand over my mouth, wondering who the hell had just said that! “I mean . . . I didn’t mean . . .”

Dean placed the tip of his index finger over my lips. “Your pleasure is my pleasure, Betsy.”

Before I could respond, he was leading me out of the club and getting me situated in the passenger seat of a luxury automobile that I could not even recognize.

You’re really tripping,
I thought, as he walked around to the other side to get in.
Get out! Get out now!

•  •  •

Needless to say, I didn’t get out but you knew that already. There would be no story to tell if I had gotten out. I just had to “live life on the edge.”

We ended up at his place, a very nice cottage-style house on the water. His place was decorated like a model home. He was way out of my league, that was for sure. I live over the local feed store in a one-room flat.

As soon as we were in the door good, Dean was all over me. When he gently slid his tongue in my mouth, I felt my pussy thumping. The difference between him and Perry a.k.a. Cherry Bomb was obvious from the very first second. He leaned into me and I felt his dick growing hard in his pants.

Dean pulled my T-shirt up while we continued kissing and pulled my tits out of my bra so he could caress them. I started calling on Jesus that he would swallow them whole. I’m not sure if it is just me—my friends and I never discuss sex since most of us lost our virginity to the same man—but my breasts are my weakness. Whenever I masturbate, all I need to do is concentrate on them and I have orgasms that make my eyes roll back up into my head.

Yep, he broke the kiss and started devouring my breasts. He sucked them so good and so hard that all I could do was hang on for the ride. I had never imagined a man so hungry, not even in my fantasies. We stood there in the doorway as I rubbed his head while he moved back and forth from tit to tit. It was amazing!

I have no clue how much time elapsed but he must have sucked on me for at least fifteen minutes before he finally picked me up and carried me upstairs. I locked my legs around his back and started kissing him again. He moaned. I moaned. We moaned in unison and then I almost freaked when he lowered me down on the steps halfway up and started going at my breasts again.

That did it. I exploded, right there in my jeans. He must have realized that I was experiencing aftershocks because he chuckled as he clamped down on my left nipple.

“You like that, huh?” he asked.

“Yes . . . I like that a lot,” I struggled to say with bated breath.

Dean grabbed me by the back of my head and licked my chin in one long, slow stroke. “Then you’re really going to love what I do next.”

“Oh, God!” I started shaking like a leaf. “You’re going to fuck me now, aren’t you?”

Dean shook his head and grinned. “No, not yet. I skipped dinner. You’re not going to deny a hungry man, are you?”

“Oh, shit!” I exclaimed. “You’re going to eat me!”

Dean didn’t respond and I was too shocked to say anything else. Now Perry was known for a lot of things around Coosawhatchie but performing oral sex wasn’t one of them. In fact, most of the women in town wouldn’t perform oral sex on him, either. Unlike most situations where women have to wonder where else a man’s dick has been, we all saw each other on a damn near daily basis so there was no speculation there. Everyone made Perry use a condom and no one was trying to suck his dick . . . that I knew of. We did not discuss sex openly but that was common knowledge among the masses. Even the menfolk talked about that.

Dean unzipped my jeans and pulled them down halfway over my hips. He stuck his face down there, moved my panties to the side and, before I could blink twice, he was licking and slurping down there to the point where I had to clamp my hand over my mouth again to keep myself from screaming.

His tongue was warm, soft, and incredibly moving. He ate me like that for a few minutes and then pulled my right sandal off so that he could take my right leg out of my jeans and panties. Then he spread my legs open right there on the steps and really went to town on my pussy. I decided to let go, removed my hand, and screamed like there was no tomorrow.

I watched his head bob and weave up, down, and all around between my legs. I decided to try to do more than just lie there—I’ve heard how men despise that—so I started moving my hips to his rhythm and even put my foot up on the stair railing to get more leverage.

“Oh, yeah, you love this shit!” Dean said, obviously proud that he was turning my ass out. “You taste so damn good!”

Dean removed my other sandal and got my bottom half completely naked, then shocked me again by telling me to turn over.

“Right here on the steps?” I asked. “You’re not about to fuck me in the ass!”

Dean laughed. “I have the feeling that might be a little bit too much for you. At least for tonight.”

I sighed in relief and turned over, with pussy juices dripping all over him, me, and the steps.

I assumed he was going to fuck me from behind but, instead, he lifted up my ass and started eating my pussy from behind. His nose was buried in between my ass cheeks while for the next ten minutes he ate me like I was his last meal. By the time he was done, I couldn’t even move. My legs were weak so he finished carrying me to his bed.

His room was dark—only the moon shone slightly through the sheer curtains—but I still freaked when he started taking his dick out in the near blackness.

“Hold up,” I said. “Can you make it darker in here?”

He laughed. “Darker, why? I was actually planning to turn on the lights. I want to see every inch of you.”

“Oh, heavens no.” I sat up on my elbows. “I felt the size of your dick through your pants. If I actually see it coming toward me, I might faint.”

He fell out laughing and I couldn’t help but do the same.

“I’m not that experienced,” I admitted. “I’m not a baby or anything but it’s just that—”

Once again, he shut me up but this time with a kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue and realized that I was turning into a true freak.

When he broke the kiss, he said, “I like the fact that you’re ‘inexperienced,’ Betsy. I could tell that from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Damn, it was that obvious?

Dean walked over and turned on the overhead light. When he turned back around his dick was out, and he was coming out of the rest of his clothes. I decided not to protest. I was too hypnotized by his huge, beautiful-ass dick.

“Lie down,” Dean instructed me, and I did as I was told, but he laid me sideways on the bed, with my head near the edge. “It’ll be fine. Just take your time.”

Dean’s dick hit me in the forehead and then slid down my face, over the ridge of my nose and into my open mouth. I wanted to suck it, I yearned to suck it.

I tried to relax my throat so that he could get as much of it inside as possible. Before I realized it, I was moaning and licking and sucking and gulping everything I could down into my throat. I had never imagined that sucking dick could be so fantastic.

Once Dean realized that I had his dick on lockdown, he bent over and started sucking my tits again, and then my pussy. He put his left knee on the bed so his dick could get deeper in my mouth and so he could gain easier access to my pussy. He ate, I sucked. He ate some more, I sucked some more. Then Dean came in my mouth and I know that I came all up in his.

Dean stood up straight and gazed down into my eyes, watching his glimmering dick extract itself from my cum-filled mouth.

“You ready for this dick, baby?” he asked.

I couldn’t even manage to respond. My mind was suspended somewhere between reality and illusion.

“Turn around.” Dean reached for my ankle and pulled me around on the bed. Then he climbed on top of me and rammed his dick inside me in one swift motion. I stifled a scream but somehow managed to clamp my legs behind his back as he started moving in and out of me like a jackhammer. He really intended to make my ass black out!

He lasted for what seemed like forever and I enjoyed every second of it. I reached down between us and rubbed my pussy while he worked it over, hoping that it wouldn’t freeze up and go out on me. Colby told me that once, she got fucked so hard that her pussy collapsed. I didn’t want that shit happening to me.

Dean fucked me without mercy and I have no idea how many times I came but I actually started squirting all over the sheets and the walls. It was insane! Suddenly, I had a migraine from so many orgasms but I still kept going.

After about two hours, Dean was spent and collapsed on top of me. We both fell asleep like two newborn babies.

•  •  •

The next morning, at dawn, I asked Dean to take me back to Bottlenecks to look for Colby. I was sure she was pissed and was hoping she hadn’t called my parents back in Coosawhatchie, claiming that I was missing. I had left my cell phone charging in her car and when I had tried hers, the network was busy.

When we pulled up in the parking lot, Colby was sitting on top of her daddy’s car practically in tears. Melvin was standing there trying to console her. I could tell that she wanted to strangle me but once I emerged from Dean’s car, looking like I had been in rehab for a month, she grinned and then giggled.

“You fucking slut!” she exclaimed.

I couldn’t help but smile as Dean wrapped his arm around my shoulders and walked me to her car.

Dean and Melvin, who knew each other, exchanged pleasantries and then Colby and I said our good-byes. Dean gave me his number and I gave him mine, but guess what? To this day, he has yet to call me. I guess that it was all a dream, the magic between us. He probably does that kind of freaky shit with a different woman every weekend.

Colby ended up getting the job at Bottlenecks and always asks me to come to Savannah and live with her. I’m kind of leery because I don’t want to run into Dean. She said he still comes into the club and she has never seen him leave with another woman, but she’s probably saying that to prevent my feelings from being hurt.