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My hands parted her ass cheeks and my tongue went straight for her private hole. I licked her ass and dipped my tongue into her asshole. It was
a feast, a treat for the woman that gave me an A in her class. Now I’m going to give her an A in her ass.

When was the last time her husband eat her ass? When was the last time he slammed his face in her beautiful ass? When was the last time he stuck four fingers in her pussy and licked
her asshole clean at the same time? I’m sure he never put it down like me. I will do everything your husband won’t do. I will plant my seed in you too, just for the hell of it. I know your old man can’t do that.

My face was smashed in her crack. I could hear Renee moaning. Her long legs were getting wobbly. I removed my fingers from her cum box. I stuck all four of them in my mouth. I licked them clean. I slapped Renee’s ass.

“Turn over!”

Renee slowly flipped over to her back. Her mouth was open as she thoroughly examined my nude body with her bulging eyes. My ego was up in the clouds. She was looking at me like I was one of those
Backstreet Boys
,
New Kids On The Block
or one of those old ass boy bands the old chicks were all in love with back in the day.

I was her dreamlover. I was going to turn her up and make her remember how I feel. I took a spot in between her thighs. I rested all my weight on my forearms. I looked down at Renee. I refused to stick my cock inside her.

I felt the need to torture her for disappearing on me, for running from me at the grocery store and for keeping the kid a secret from me. She needs me now. I’m in charge of this show. I was in charge when we were in school and I’m in charge now.

“Do you want it?”

“Yes.” Renee wrapped her hands around my neck.

“I tried to give it to you in the grocery store.”

“I know. I’m afraid of you.”

“Me, why?”

“No one has ever made me feel like you do.” Renee wrapped her legs around my waist and tried to pull me down on top of her.

I grinned. “Renee, you are so sexy.” I leaned down and let my cock find its way to her wet opening. I didn’t need to guide my Italian sausage inside her pussy. He never had any problems finding a pussy to enter. I was at her opening. She had tilted her body toward me and spread her legs far apart. She kept one leg hiked on my waist and let her other leg fall to the bed.

One thrust was all it took. I pushed my cockhead inside her. I was drowning in teacher pussy. A B C D E Fucking G. Shit! Fuck! Shit! I forgot how good real, raw, wet pussy feels.

I grabbed her leg off my waist and raised it above my shoulder. I thrust deep inside Renee and hammered her repeatedly until she started trying to push me off of her.

“Oh Robert, Robert.” Her gasping words were like soulful music.

I pulled my cock halfway out and rounded my hips enough to stir her juices with my cock’s mushroomed head. I jammed my cock down and tried to stab at her insides. I miss sex. I miss this.

I was inside her tight cave. She was so tight, so snug. There was no way old man Mancuso was doing his husbandly duties. He wasn’t hitting the way she likes it. It’s okay. Today she is going to get it good.

I grabbed a pillow from above her head and I raised her hips. I pushed the pillow under her bottom and I dove back down inside her thighs. I pushed and pumped until I was in full penetration mode.

“Oh Robert, oh, ohhhhh Robert.” She moaned into the lobe of my ear. I covered her body with mine and I pumped until I was out of steam. 

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I unloaded my cum inside her taut creamy walls. I probed deep within until I released all my cum. I even tried to push my swimmers all the way to their destination. I popped her with my own personal Phelps’ and Lochtes’.

I slowly pulled my shaft and head out. I grabbed another pillow and propped it under the one that was under her hips. Sure it looked strange. I removed myself from the center of her thighs and I pushed both of her legs together. I fall down on my back beside Renee.

She looked over at me. She was smiling. “You don’t have to stay.”

“I need to make sure you stay put. I don’t have anything else to do.”

“Okay, thanks.” She was trying to catch her breath. “Robert.”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for my son. I swear I love you for giving him to me. He really is the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“You’re welcome.”

“You don’t think I’m some terrible selfish bitch, do you?”

“No, I don’t think that at all?”

“You will met someone one day, fall in love and have kids.”

“Maybe…Are you cold?”

“No, I’m fine.” She smiled. “I will be warm for the next few months.”

“So did you want I girl or a boy?”

“A girl. It doesn’t really matter to me but one of each would be nice.”

“I have a sister and she’s a pain in my ass.”

“Masonia.”

“You know my sister?”

“She was in my Spanish class last year. Her last name is Palazzo so I knew she was your sister. I was sure she didn’t know anything about me.”

“No she was eleven or twelve when we were doing our thing. So do I seem different now?”

“Yeah, you look bigger. Your body is really intimidating. You seem grown up. You were always so confident but now it’s more of a quiet confidence. The woman that gets you is going to be really lucky.”

I was smiling hard. I didn’t know if she was serious or just blowing bullshit up my ass. It didn’t matter. I was prone to taking bullshit and turning it into a pot of gold. 

Renee told me a few things about Frankie Jr. and in forty minutes we both got up. She showered. I made a few phone calls and waited for her to finish cleaning herself up. We got dressed and parted ways.

I made it home. Deja would be over soon. I had just had sex and I hoped there was no way Deja could figure it out. I showered and scrubbed the sex off my body. I changed but I was still paranoid.

The way Uncle Mason cheats on his wife without any fear or remorse
is not for me. My stomach is churning. I feel like I’m going to threw up. I feel like a venomous snake. I don’t think I can do this cheating thing again no matter what the circumstances are. I’m man enough to admit I don’t have the stomach for it.

It didn’t matter now. It was a done deal. Deja had arrived at my place. Deja was here in the flesh. She was with me and we were all cuddled up on the couch. I was on good boyfriend duty. We had a little while before primetime TV started. I could only talk during commercials and that was a Deja rule I had to follow.

“RJ, I got a serious issue for us to rap about.” If it’s serious why is she slightly smiling?

“How serious?” I raised one eyebrow.

“Life or death.”

I’m sure that’s an exaggeration. “Okay babe, what’s up?”

“I need you to get tested for STD’s.”

“What?” I didn’t mean to say that. Where did that come from?

“Yeah, you’ve been having sex for years. Can you honestly look me in the face and say that you’ve used a condom every single time?”

“No, I can’t say that.”

“I know that you can’t. You had unprotected sex with Selena.”

“Why does she even have to come up in our conversations?”

“I really don’t want to bring her up but I can’t have sex with you until I know you’re clean.”

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

“Yeah. I believe I do. Have you ever been tested?”

“Yeah.”

“When was the last time you got tested?”

“A long time ago.”

“If you want to go any further with me, it is something you have to do. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, I will do whatever you ask me to do. I want you.” I want to fuck you sooooooo bad.

“I want you too. I will get tested too if you want me too.”

“Why would you get tested? You have never had sex.”

“I know but it’s only fair.”

“I trust you when you say you have never had sex. I know real virgins from fake virgins.”

“Okay, I don’t know what a fake virgin is.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll never have to lie about your sexual status.”

“Okay.”

“So what am I getting tested for?”

“Everything.”

“Doctor Holland what does that include?”

“HIV, hepatitis, herpes, chlamydia, syphilis, gonorrhea, you know everything.”

“Okay you just scared me with all those diseases. Would you go with me?” 

“Of course, I will even hold your hand when they draw your blood.”

So that’s that. I’m getting tested. That’s exactly what happened. Now its fingers crossed. I know I’m straight. I’m going to get some pussy from
my girlfriend. Yes sir, I’m going to get some pussy from my girlfriend. I’m going to fuck the shit out her virgin cunt. Ah yeah! Its own baby girl!

CHAPTER 9

I was
two weeks after I had gotten my clean bill of health. All my blood work came back and I was STD free. I was thrilled with the news but Deja didn’t seem to care that much. She didn’t make any moves that would indicate that we would be having sex. I know she was on the pill. Her mother took her to the doctor and put her on them. I had even seen her taking her birth control pills. So what was really going on with us?

I was too much of a coward to ask her why we haven’t done it yet. I was getting frustrated. There was no way I would let her see me sweat. Hell yeah I felt like we had a deal and she reneged on it. I probably should get to the bottom of why she has changed her mind about giving it up. Honestly, I was afraid of what her response may be. I had some deep feelings for her. I wasn’t ready to hear her answers. Plus I slept with Renee three weeks ago and I felt like shit about it.

I was going to pick Deja up a little later tonight after I got off work. I had dozed off behind the desk in the office of Uncle’s construction company. I was dreaming about being buried deep in between Deja’s thighs. I knew it was a dream because it was so friggin’ whimsical.

In my dream I had given Deja the cross necklace. She was standing on a yellow brick road. There was a house that fell on Selena. Deja was wearing these red and white rhinestone Nike’s. I was watching Deja twerk her way down this yellow brick road. She was on her way to see the Wizard of OZ. The Wizard was Jimmy Fallon and I was watching this scene from a huge flat screen TV. It was a weird colorful dream that didn’t make any sense but I didn’t want to wake up from it.

In reality I purchased the gold necklace and cross on my lunch hour today. I went over to the Bolingcreek mall and got exactly what my uncle told me to buy. I was feeling all proud and grown up about my gift. I had a real girlfriend and I was buying her things other than food. I went off on my own and bought her some purple Nike sneakers. Purple was her favorite color. I thought her brown skin looked really good in yellow.

My cell phone was ringing. I woke up on this first ring. I must have been lightly dreaming, if that’s even possible, no more Oz land for me. I grabbed the phone off the desk and wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth. It was my ball busting moms.

“Hi Moms.”

“I need you to do something.”

Shit. Why me? “Yeah Moms?” I sighed.

“Can you get one of your friends to drop you off at the XSport gym in Naperton? I need you to pick up Mason’s Range Rover. It’s parked out there in the lot.”

“Okay.”

“I have the key. Come to the house and get them.”

“Is something wrong? Where’s Uncle Mason?” I was starting to get worried. I got a flashback of the time when I was informed that Grandma Rizza had died in a car accident.

“He’s fine. He’s at home. I have the kids over here with me.”

“What happened?”

“Tess caught him at a hotel with Kari. Come get the keys. Go get his truck.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t take all day.” She ended the call.

The first thing I did was call runny nose Ronnie. He said he would meet me at my place. I couldn’t believe Uncle got caught up. Moms said Tess caught him with Kari at a hotel. She didn’t say she just merely found out he was cheating with Kari. My moms had their kids at her house so there must have been some real drama. I hope Uncle’s okay. 

I could get one of uncle’s employees to take me but I thought maybe he didn’t want them to know his personal business. Actually everybody already knew he was having an affair. I don’t think anyone gave a shit. Uncle Mike was the only one that had comments about the affair. His comments stopped a long time ago. I don’t know if Kari won Uncle Mike over or was it Uncle Mason’s positive attitude when Kari was around. There was something that won him over.

If Moms had it right, the shit hit the fan. I hope shit doesn’t fly all over the place. This is that adult stuff that gets messy. If Mr. Mancuso ever found out about me and his wife I would be in a very similar mess.