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She looked at his face and leaned down. She bounced upon him, bucking her pussy along his twelve inches. She kissed his lips, nose, cheeks, and chin, licking where she had been. She sucked his neck and pecked a kiss against his ear.

Jarod closed his eyes and looked as though his entire body had been swallowed inside of her. His legs flexed and his toes curled. He swelled north, south, east, and west, and she still stroked him inside of her walls.

Her wide breasts were squeezed flat against his chest. She sat up and they bounced up and down according to the rhythm of her grind.

She said loudly, “You’d better be glad my ass is six feet tall.”

“You’re damn right about that shit. You can take all this dick.”

“I try.”

She was stretched to the limit while he worked hard at poking himself all the way back. She did not shy away.

Her breathing spoke volumes to him. “Ohhh, baby. Jarod. That’s it. That’s it. Shit.” She lost control and she moaned, “Fuck,” making an
I’m about to cum
face. With a voice that sounded like it was inclined to break, Nancy grunted and let go of a hard, rolling, wet one with his name on it that oozed out alongside his coated dick.

They kissed again. With his tongue in her mouth, his balls tingled, his stomach flinched, his scrotum rumbled, and his juices began to travel the long journey from the base to the length of his penis, and out of his tip, right onto Nancy’s ready, willing, and able pussy walls. His squirt caused him to pull his face away from her face and his whole body tensed up. His back arched and his breathing changed as he completely expelled his ejaculation. She was branded.

Their demanding libidos matched.

His spasms tapered off.

The height of her afterglow snatched her brain. She was sated. She spoke with a moan. “Ah-hah, I see. You’re trying to get me sprung. You’re a real bully in bed. A girl’s gotta pack a lunch to get with you. This is dangerous.”

“You’re the one who’s fucking Superwoman.” He kept his eyes on her.

“Don’t you forget it, Dolomite. Don’t you ever fucking forget it.”

She lay upon him.

He closed his eyes.

She closed her eyes

He hugged her tight.

The two fell asleep together, right there on the sofa, with his dick still inside of her.

All the while, even fast asleep, she bonded.

28

“Pop That Thang”

Thursday, May 8, 2008
11:52 p.m.

T
amiko lay on her back along the dark blue, Egyptian cotton sheets in her bedroom. The nighttime skies had arrived. The light of the overhead fan was dim, and the fan was set on High. She was unusually hot.

Another day had come to an end and Jarod hadn’t even so much as sent her a text message. But for some reason, today, it didn’t even matter. Her anger over him not calling was overshadowed by the anger she felt over the fact the he was probably actually enjoying Nancy, or someone. She wondered if it was a broken heart that made her so miserable, or if it was a broken ego that was bringing her down. Again, she was unlucky at love. And she was growing pretty damn tired of it.

This time, it wasn’t her river of tears that she was chasing away. It was a case of the hornies. And so, she pulled her lemon G-string to the side. Showing on her wide-screen television was a DVD . . . a dirty one . . . one that Jarod left behind.

She squeezed the green-apple lubricating oil and it dripped between the split of her cunt. Her legs were open and her fingers separated her labia. She rubbed her pussy lips with her index and middle fingers. Her right-hand fingers massaged the tip of her sex button, back and forth. She slipped her middle finger deep inside for a quick self fucking and back up to her turned-on clitoris. Indeed, she was wet and ready for her own busy fingers.

Her eyes took in a stimulating view of her ex’s favorite big-ass porno star, Cherokee. The hardcore movie was
Phatty Girls 3
. The costar was Jada Fire. And Jada and Cherokee were alternatively getting their pussies invaded by the king of all monster cock, Dickzilla Johnson.

Tamiko propped two goose-down pillows behind her head and used the remote to turn up the volume of the barbaric sounds of Jada getting her asshole stuffed with a humongous penis while Cherokee straddled Dickzilla’s face as he lay on his back with his head hanging off the bed. Cherokee was pumping her stuff toward his face like his mouth was an awaiting pussy and her clit was a full-length, probing dick.

Tamiko switched her stares between both women, and focused on Jada’s sodomy scene. She moaned and asked out loud, “How’s she taking all that?” She continued to watch while grinding toward the fingers that probed her tight insides. She turned to her right side and opened the nightstand drawer, locating the banana yellow, vibrating rubber clit massager, snatching it, and closing the drawer quickly. She flicked on the rounded power switch. The tiny toy hummed in her hot little hand. She took the short, hooked end and inserted it. And then she met the rounded edge of the vibrator to the flesh of her clit, moving the slick skin of her hood back to fully expose her most sensitive point. She allowed it to stimulate her directly and swirled it in a tiny circle, pushing herself against it and back.

She eyed the kinky threesome, now with Jada sucking Cherokee’s brown, stiff nipples while Cherokee got her snatch rammed from behind. Her ass bounced and rolled about, and Dickzilla had a big, greedy, monstrous smile on his face. The close-up scene of his dick penetrating Cherokee’s drenched opening made Tamiko breathe hard. She massaged her left breast and nipple while still feeling the powerful vibration against her tiny hardness. She closed her eyes for a moment and absorbed the overwhelming feeling, again looking at Cherokee’s ass while Jada’s long tongue flicked along her nipple. Jada had one hand inside of her own vagina and her cheeks were clapping as though begging to be backed up herself.

Tamiko began to think of what it would be like to have had Jarod in Dickzilla’s position, wondering if Cherokee would have liked to fuck his Long Dong cock, and imagined Jarod watching another woman lick her nipple while he dug deep inside of her.

“Uuuhhhphm,” she groaned and then said, “I’ll bet that fool would get that nut over with then.”

Dickzilla pulled out his glistening dick and Cherokee turned on her back while he brought his dick to her tits. Cherokee spat along her own chest and he pressed his dick between her breasts, up and down, while she squeezed her tits alongside his shaft. He banged her chin with his thick head and pulled back down and up. She continued to spit for him, and Jada now had her tongue deep into the crack of his ass.

Dickzilla looked back and gave one more hard press toward Cherokee’s face and shot spurts of propelling cum onto her lips. Jada made a beeline to Cherokee’s face and licked his sperm off her mouth and chin, kissing Cherokee on the lips and smoothing Cherokee’s hairline back, kissing her forehead. She said in her ear, “You sexy bitch, you.”

Just as Tamiko’s cell phone vibrated once, twice, and then three times against the surface of the walnut dresser, Tamiko’s massager continued to vibrate against her heated cherry. But the visual from the porno was too strong to turn away from. She shook her head and said with a throaty yell, “Yes.” She screamed at full volume while the throb of her clit approached its height. Her vaginal muscles constricted until she wailed, “Ahhhhhh yes. Yes. Uuuuuuuuummmm. Yes.” She licked her lips and pulled the massager away from her clit, turning to her side with her legs shut tight, holding her hand over her vagina. She gave a long, loud sigh of relief.

If she had been a smoker, she would have lit one up in celebration of her own technique and taken a long drag. She glanced back over to the movie to see that Cherokee was still at it. Tamiko said, “Now I need a penis.”

As she slowly came to a stance, she looked to her dresser to check her cell phone. She saw that she had indeed one missed call. From Jarod.

“His dog ears must have been ringing,” she said as she placed the phone back down, walked to the closet, and threw on a sweat suit. Within fifteen minutes she was at the local Love Shack, picking out and paying for the super-duper, replace-your-lover dildo. The sex toy, called a Jack Rabbit, rotated and had two ears that flank the clit and veins and ridges. It was made of jet-black flexible rubber.

Tamiko rushed back home and headed straight for her bedroom. She shed her clothes as soon as she closed the bedroom door. And in her mind, her fake penis had a name. It had a face. It had a physique. It had a voice. She imagined his lips and his eyes and his sexy young face. She pressed him in and out of her vagina just the way she wanted him to. And she kept it up, probing herself while her mind traveled. And before long, she busted another nut yelling, “Uuummmh, Kellen.” Her nut rolled like a good vaginal orgasm should. Her cell phone chimed. And even if it had been Jarod again, at the moment, it didn’t seem to matter.

As her chest rose and fell strongly, she stood up and tucked her new friend Kellen in the top drawer of her nightstand. And she pressed the button on her cell to see that the text read,

I’m sorry. I miss u. I love u.

She pressed delete and replaced her cell to the dresser. She turned off the television and hugged her pillow, pulling the covers closer, snuggling into the softness of her mattress.

The position she assumed jelled with the comfort level she was finally in. She told herself that the betrayer Jarod Hamilton would be nothing more than an unpleasant memory. And immediately, unlike the previous nights, Tamiko dozed right off to sleep.

Another message sounded.

But Tamiko simply slept.

Done with grieving over Jarod.

At least for one night.

29

“Cut the Cake”

Wednesday, May 14, 2008
4:24 p.m.

I
t was an afternoon of clear skies, fresh from a day of Atlanta spring rain.

Lavender picked up Taj from school and was set to drop him back off at school the next day. They sat on the floor in Taj’s room playing Madden. His room had a queen bed and everything was Atlanta Falcon red.

For the first time in three games, Taj had beaten Lavender fair and square.

“You the man. You beat me good on that one.”

Taj pumped his fist and patted his chest. “See, Dad. I’m the king. Betcha didn’t let me win that time.”

“No way. That won’t happen again. Listen, I’ll be right back. I need to go listen to the radio for a minute.”

Taj continued to press the buttons on his remote to set up another team. “Okay. And then can we finish?”

“We can.”

“Can I listen, too?”

Lavender stood up. “Not this time. It’s business. But I won’t be long.”

“Okay, cool. Then can I have some more pizza?”

“Sure. I knew you’d be headed back to do more damage. Got that appetite from your daddy.”

Lavender exited the room and looked at his watch, making sure it was five-thirty. He headed to his bedroom, closed the door, and turned on his stereo. He adjusted the dial and heard Maurice Black’s voice.

“Welcome back. It’s a dirty eight-letter word called
swinging
. Our segment is called “Swinging Is on the Upswing,” and you could call Milan Kennedy the queen of swing. She owns the popular adult playground in Atlanta called Erotic City. Atlanta’s called the adult entertainment capital of the New South, ladies and gentlemen. Also known as the Black Hollywood. So, Milan Kennedy, Erotic City, huh?”

“Yes. Erotic City.”
Milan’s voice was upbeat.

Lavender leaned back upon the bed and crossed one leg over the other.

“We had a woman who called in during the break saying she comes from a very strict Catholic background and got naked on a trip to Jamaica, I think she said on one of those hedonism trips, and didn’t wanna come home.”

Milan laughed.
“I hear that happens.”

“I ain’t mad at her. So tell our listeners, exactly what is swinging?”

“Swinging, or the lifestyle, is consenting adults, usually couples but not all the time, who live a lifestyle that involves having sex with a couple, or a single person. It is sexual freedom between open-minded partners.”

“Okay. And what kind of people are swingers? What’s the average age?”

“I’d say early twenties to fifties. They’re average people, like you and me, like folks you might work with or live next door to, who are taxpayers and churchgoers. Some are married, but not all of them. Different races. Most have very healthy relationships and high levels of trust. And most really don’t believe we can be or should be monogamous, so why not explore.”

“Oh really? I know a lot of men who think that way.”

“See, I don’t think either sex is monogamous by nature. I don’t think a lot of people can handle it if their mate says they want to sleep with other people. The way I look at it, I’d rather be a swinger than a cheater.”

“I agree. Well, that’s why people lie. They don’t want to lose their mates. I have no problem with guilt-free sex. Cut out all the sneakin. So, tell me, how did you get your club started?”

“I was looking for a business that would be a success. I met a man who owned a club and he showed me the ropes. And Erotic City has been a big hit. Far more so than I could have ever imagined.”

“There’s such a social stigma about swingers. I can only imagine the amount of flack your receive because of it.”

“I have, but I understand it.”

“Milan, tell me something. What is a fluffer? One of my producers said she heard that term. Can you explain that?”

“Fluffers are sometimes used in porn movies off camera to keep the guy hot, just in case he’s not quite feeling the girl he’s doin. I think some clubs have been accused of having fluffer women come in and flirt, strip, things like that. We don’t hire fluffers. We have enough hot people who are real members.”

“Now see, I would think maybe there are some husbands out there who need a fluffer in the bedroom with their wives. No, I’m just kidding, really. Okay, let me ask another question before I get myself in trouble. Now, being that you are Charlie Kennedy’s daughter, what do you think he’d say if he knew?”