Insanity (2 page)

Before she realized what she was doing, she sank to her knees in front him and inched in between his dark legs.

“Okay . . . I’ll do it,” she told him with a nod.

Queen was speaking more to the higher power of
God
than she was to Stan. Stan was only a
man
, and he was not in control of anything. In fact, if he had more control, he would have stopped her. But he didn’t. He allowed her, in a desperate time of need and disorder, to put her mouth on his raw and dripping hard-on and suck it, while he flexed his abdomen in bliss and rowed himself forward to jam his erection deeper and deeper into her mouth.

“Ooooh,
yesss
,” he moaned. He reached out and held her smooth head of shortened hair in both of his massive hands to steady their motions.

Queen Tillis-Thompson squeezed her eyes shut while she serviced him and prayed.
Is this what I need to do, God? I’ll do whatever I have to. For I have sinned, I know I have. But I’m begging you for mercy. I’M BEGGING YOU!

Stanley had no idea what Queen was thinking. All he knew was that she was sucking him toward a mammoth climax with long and careful slurps from her soft lips.

“Damn, you suck it
good
. Ooooh shit,
girl
. Don’t
stop
. Don’t
STOP
!”

It was the best blow job he had ever experienced in his
life
! He began to run a hundred-meter dash inside of her mouth toward the finish line. Usain Bolt was ready to shoot up out of him and break the world record from the island of Jamaican. And if that was what it took to be given another chance at life, Queen expected to swallow down all of her humbling medicine.

I will do it. I will do whatever I need to do. I will do whatever I need me to dooooooo.

“
Ooooooohhhhh . . .
” Stan moaned in unison with Queen’s diligence and determination. He gripped the back of her head and exploded into her mouth, praying that he wouldn’t choke her to death from his volcanic eruption of cum.

Queen held her head down and took it all in, gulping and swallowing, while crying and praying to the Lord for forgiveness.

Please forgive me for my sins! I honor you! I HONOR YOUUU!

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Stanley fell back across the hotel bed and was absolutely
spent
, as if five straight tidal waves had hit him and sent him crashing upon the shore like a drowned man. But he had
survived
it, and he was still alive and loving it.

“Damn!” he belted. He began to chuckle, not believing his lustful good fortune.

Did that just happen? That shit didn’t happen, right?
he questioned.
No-fuckin’-way! I’m ready to marry this girl if it did! I’ll take her in with all three of her kids. I’ll even keep my own son if his momma lets me.

He continued to giggle to himself with delirious satisfaction. And when he opened his eyes and witnessed his teenage crush, Queen Tillis, still there inside of the room with him, he knew that it was all
real
this time and not just another hopeless fantasy of masturbation.

However, as Queen paced the room like a caged tigress, Stan tried his best to ignore it. He was too exhausted with elation to bother. He didn’t even wonder how she had gotten dressed so fast. But he knew what she wanted, and he knew what
he
wanted.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get your money,” he told her. “But umm . . . why you get dressed so fast? We ain’t goin’ nowhere yet.”

Queen stopped a moment to exhale. She said, “I told you, I have to get back to my children tonight.”

“Yeah, but we’re not finished yet,” he told her. “You should have told your babysitter to spend the night. But don’t worry, you’re
gonna
get your money’s worth. I just wanna make sure I get
mine
.”

Queen hesitated again in anguish.
This mother
-

But she stopped herself from cursing.
Okay, God. I understand. I’m your child. I’m your servant. So I will be obedient.

Without another word, she stripped back out of her clothes, piece by piece, and climbed under the bed sheets, naked.

“That’s what
I’m
talking about,” Stanley boasted. He pulled off his own clothes without climbing out of from the bed.

“Umm, you
are
gonna wear
protection
, aren’t you?” Queen asked him.

Stan looked at her, confused. “I thought you said you had your own.”

Queen moved in silence and climbed out of bed to get her purse with condoms. She carried it all back and placed it on the floor next to the bed.

“Here,” she told him, handing over a three-pack of Lifestyles.

Stanley took the condoms in his massive hands and chuckled.

“Shit, you need some
Magnums
for my dick. You don’t want to get pregnant again do you?”

Queen thought about it. She had had her tubes tied after giving birth to her son Raymond, but Stanley didn’t need to know that.

“Just try it and see if it works,” she told him.

He shrugged. “Aw’ight.”

He opened up one of the condoms and worked it on. When he climbed on top of her under the sheets, Queen thanked God that he at least smelled good. But his massive weight was excruciating. She could hardly breathe. He must have weighed more than two-hundred sixty pounds. She had never slept with a man of his size before.

She squeezed her eyes shut as Stan forced his entry.

Oh God, PLEASE let him finish this fast,
she begged.

To anchor himself in her tightness, he reached underneath her with both hands and gripped her ass cheeks as if they were a pair of cantaloupes.

“Yeah, girl, nice and
tight
,” he moaned into her face with his first thrust.

Queen didn’t know whether to hold him, wrap her legs or what. So she gripped the bed sheets, confused about everything.

What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I DOING?

Stanley didn’t care. He had her right where he wanted her, so he thrust a thousand pounds a second, grunting.

“Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph, mmmph . . .”

Queen endured the pain and dug her nails deep into the bed sheets, balling them up into her clenched fists.

God, help me! Help me, Goddd!

But there was no fast finish. Stan continued to hump her for what seemed like an eternity.

Maybe I need to help him. Do I help him, God? Show me the light,
she questioned. She wrapped her legs around him in the hope that her involvement would increase his excitement and bring him to a climax.

That didn’t work either. It only gave him a bigger head.

“You feeling it, hunh, girl? You feeling it?”

Queen went with his boasts and catered to him.

“Yeah, baby, I’m feeling it. I’m
feeling it
,” she groaned.

“I know you are. I can
tell
.”

All the while, the bed creaked under the strain of their weight.

How much longer, God? How much longer?
Queen questioned.

Then it began to feel
hot
, hotter than it was supposed to with a condom on, and extra wet.

Queen panicked. “Oh,
shit
. Wait a minute. Wait a
minute
, the
condom
. Is it still
onnn
? Did it
pop
?” she wailed,  looking up at him with wide eyes.

Stanley ignored her. It was just starting to feel the way he wanted it to. He didn’t give a fuck about the condom.

I’m not stopping,
he thought, selfishly.
Whatever happens happens. I told her that condom was too small anyway.

There was no way she
could
stop him at that point. She even thought of leaning up to bite his ear off, but his thrusting was so violent she couldn’t hold her head steady enough to do it. So she reached up to rake his back with her nails instead, only for him to release his hands from her ass just in time to catch her arms.

“I’ll buy you a morning after pill,” he told her, still pumping while pinning her arms to her side.

Queen closed her eyes and prayed again.

Pleeease help me get through this. I can take it, God. I can take it!
she insisted.

That’s when Stanley lost control of his stroke and exploded inside of her.

“
UUNNNNNNGGHHHH
!” he groaned like a wild beast.

Queen could feel the heat of his ejaculation as it skirted and poured inside of her.

This too shall pass,
she prayed.
I’m a survivor!

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

When the hulking man finally rolled off of her, spent from his urgent humping, Queen wasted no time jumping up from the bed to take a shower. She wanted to wash her body clean immediately. But Stanley rolled on his back and didn’t budge. He smiled up at the ceiling and chuckled, like a madman. It was all funny to him.

“After all these years,” he commented. “The girl got some good
ass
. Shit!”

He was so worn out that he momentarily dozed off, only to find Queen standing overtop of him, fully dressed when he awoke.

“Hey, I really need to go,” she told him.

Stan opened his eyes and looked up at her.

“Hunh? Yo, chill, man. Calm down,” he said, groggily.

“No, I need to get
home
to my
kids
. Now come on.”

“Come on, what? I ain’t going nowhere,” he snapped.

Queen stared down at him, fuming, while holding her purse tightly in her right arm.

“Are you gonna get that?” she asked him.

Her nagging was irritating him and his nonchalance was irritating her.

He said, “Yeah, I
told you
I’ma get it. I said that earlier.”

She looked at him in apprehension. “I mean, you have it
with you
, right?”

Stan thought the question was ridiculous. The pockets of his dress pants were hardly big enough to carry twenty thousand dollars in
cash
, unless he had
twenty
one-thousand dollar
bills
on him. Even in
hundreds
, two hundred of them would be a lot of bills to fold. And he surely wasn’t giving her a
check
like he had stated earlier. He didn’t want the seedy transaction being traced back to him. He was a legitimate businessman. His personal training shops and real estate business in a hard American economy were both
booming
. Americans still had to buy or rent houses, and they were still concerned about their health and body weight. So he considered himself to be too
blessed
to make any mistakes in his personal life.

“Naw, I gotta give you cash. But I only got about . . .
half
of it out in the car. I’ll give you the rest after I go to the bank in the morning.”

He was already giving the woman a gift. He understood her hard times and family needs. Plenty of American families were going through it. And he knew that she would eventually need
more
. That’s when he planned to get more of what
he
needed from
her
.

Queen continued to eye his dark skin, stretched out naked across the bed. It would be a shame to pop a few bullet holes into him, but if he didn’t get her money and
soon
. . .

She immediately wiped the thoughts from her mind and forced herself to smile. She clapped her hands and cheered, “Okay, God, I have
faith
in you. I’m your
child
and
servant
.”

Stan had never known Queen to be a religious woman. She wasn’t the
type
. Queen Tillis had been a calculating, math and science woman in a man-made world. So her sudden religious zeal threw him for a loop.

“What did you say?”

She clasped her hands together and repeated herself. “I have
faith
in my
God
, and I will do
right
by Him.”

Stan sat up in bed, concerned.
Yeah, let me get this money for this girl. And where am I gonna meet her tomorrow for the rest of it? I don’t think I want her following me nowhere.

Queen started to pace the room, all happy-looking.

She quoted, “The Lord is my
Shepherd
, I shall not
want
.”

Stan became more anxious by the minute. Her scripture preaching was spooking him. He told her, “Aw’ight, let me go get you this money,” as he climbed out of bed to redress.

“Thank you,” she told him. “It’s already after two o’clock in the morning, and I don’t like being out this late in the neighborhood we live in now. It’s gonna take me thirty-five minutes to get back as it is. That’s why I don’t even like
driving
out here to six ninety five. But when and where do we need to meet for the rest of the money?”

She was keeping it all in faith. She even held her hands together and looked up to the ceiling. “I’ll do whatever you need for my children, God.”

Stanley frowned at her as he buttoned up his shirt. “Since, when you start praising the Lord and whatnot?” he asked her.

Queen clapped her hands once more and told him, “Ever since I’ve had my
revelation
and
healing
.”

“Yeah, okay,” he mumbled as he headed toward the door.

Queen followed him with her purse in hand.

Stan stopped at the doorway and looked back at her. “Yo, I’m coming right
back
to
sleep
here tonight. So I don’t need you following me out to the car. What, you don’t
trust me
? We still gotta meet up tomorrow to get the rest of it. ”

She thought fast and said, “Well, leave your wallet here. And how come you didn’t bring all of the money tonight? I can still take a check.”