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  Chapter 2

  My mother had a really good friend by the name of Andrea that she’d went to high school with, and they’d basically grown up alongside one another, even though Andrea was four years younger than her. My mother and Andrea had been really close for a long time, until my mother met my father, and he’d ultimately turn her out on heroin. After that took place, my mother withdrew into herself, and therefore her relationship with Andrea became estranged. However, after my mother passed away, Andrea was the only person willing to take in my sisters and myself. I promised her that I would do all that I could to help her out with the bills, and she said that she’d hold me to it. Andrea, was 5’4” and golden colored with long, curly hair that fell to her waist. She was Puerto Rican and Black and was thick as hell with a big ass booty. I knew that staying with her was going to be a problem for me because I secretly liked her so much.

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  One day, after I came back from dropping my sister’s off at school, Andrea met me at the front door, dressed in some tight, red boy shorts that were stuffed all the way up into her kitty lips. Her thick thighs were exposed, along with her pretty toes that were painted red and black. She wore a black tank top that was so tight that I could make out her thick nipples on each breast. Her lips were shining from the MAC lip gloss that she had glazed them with.

  As I stepped inside and closed the door, she smiled and took a step back, holding a hand behind her back. I lowered my eyes and looked her over from head to toe, unable to mask my fascination with her body. I couldn’t believe she was so bad. That shit was blowing my mind. We’d been staying with her for about a month, and every time I saw her walking around the house in next to nothing I always did my best to avert my eyes, because deep down she caused feelings inside of me to stir that I didn’t understand. This was my mother’s high school friend, so not only did I feel guilty for some of the thoughts that I had about her, I also felt intrigued.

  I hung my jacket on the rack and looked down at her with a curious expression on my face. “What’s good with you Andrea?”

  She smiled, biting into her bottom lip before running her tongue all over them. “I got something for you. I think it’s time that you get out there and really get yo’ weight up.” She came from behind her back with a stack of money and handed it to me. “Here. I want you to flip this shit and get on yo’ feet. I can’t have you staying in this muhfucka if you ain’t bringing in no real paper.”

  I took the money and started to count through it. “How much is here?” I asked, raising my thick right eyebrow, looking down on her.

  She sucked on her bottom lip all sexy like, popping back on her legs. “That’s fifteen gees right there. You should be able to cop something real nice with that. I’m expecting you to have my fifteen back to me in two weeks. If you can do that, then I’ll be able to hit you with fifteen or more every other week, until I don’t need to do it no more. I wanna see you do your thing, and since you the only man in this house, you ain’t got no other choice.” She smiled up at me, even though I could tell that she was dead serious.

  I nodded my head looking down at the money, already knowing which one of the homies I could holler at to get right. I started to imagine the possibilities, and it got me a lil’ excited ‘cuz I was ready to get on my feet and to start spoiling my sisters. I was tired of seeing them walking around with the same two outfits that they had for damn near six months. Prior to Andrea hitting me with the money, I was only making enough in the slums to cover my mother’s rent and bills. After she passed away, it was more of the same for Andrea’s. After I put up my end for her bills, I was left with peanuts. So, I was forced to watch my sisters walk around all bummy and shit.

  Andrea stepped into my face and stood on her tippy toes, looking me in the eyes. “You don’t seem like you’re happy at all. I thought with me hitting you with this lil’ chump change it’d give you a boost in the game. You know I can’t depend on Maxwell.” She rubbed the side of my face.

  Maxwell was Andrea’s boyfriend. I guessed he hustled a lil’ bit on the east side of town and had a few urban clothing stores, but from as far as I could tell he really wasn’t the type to trick off his paper on her. The nigga was real funny acting. One of them swearing up and down he was a pimp-types.

  I felt her hot fingers on my face and the feel of them was causing me to feel some type of way. She held me with her small left hand, looking from one of my eyes onto the next, sucking her bottom lip the entire time. I felt jittery. I hated that Andrea was so damn fine.

  “Nah, I was just thinking about how I was going to make it happen with this bread, that’s all.”

  She smiled and leaned in close enough so that her nose was touching mine. “Rich, I make you nervous, don’t I?” She whispered.

  The smell of her perfume sailed up my nose, intoxicating me. She was so fine that I was finding it hard to look her in the eyes. “What? Hell n’all. I’m good.” I shifted my weight from one foot onto the next, lying my ass off. Every time I knew that her and I were alone in the house it made me feel uneasy.

  There I was, eighteen years old, trying to figure life out, and there she stood— this grown ass woman, obviously about that life.

  She wiggled her nose against mine, looking into my eyes. “I done caught you peeping me a few times. I know you like me, Rich. You might as well go ahead and tell the truth. Ain’t nobody here but us.” She brushed her lips against mine before turning her head to the side and sucking them into her mouth while her hand ran all over my stomach muscles.

  The next thing I knew, her hand was in my pants, feeling around for my pipe. When her hand wrapped around it she gasped, opening her eyes wide before squeezing it.

  “Umm, Andrea. What you on, man?” I groaned, sucking her lips as she walked forward into me, breathing hard. I noticed that both nipples on her breasts were hard and poking through her top.

  She sucked my lips and moaned into my mouth. “Grab my ass, Rich. I know you wanna touch that big ol’ thang. It’s good. I want to show you somethin’.” She started to unbutton my jeans.

  I reached my hands around and cuffed that big ass booty; squeezing it and pulling the chunky cheeks apart. I mean I knew that Andrea was strapped but looking from a distance didn’t do her the justice that she deserved. Once I felt how soft and heavy that ass was, I couldn’t help my pipe from sticking straight up after she uncovered it.

  She pulled my jeans and boxers down at the same time, dropping to the carpet in the living room on her knees, looking up at me with want and desire written all over her face. “Umm, look, Rich. I don’t mind doing what I gotta do to make sure that you hit that game hard out there. I know it’s a cut throat world out there, baby, so I’ll support you in any way that I can. After you cross this threshold of my house, I’mma need for you to fuck me the way that I need to be fucked, and don’t worry because I’mma teach you everything that you need to know.” She stroked my pipe before pulling it to her face and sniffing the head. “Umm, shit, yes.”

  She opened her mouth and sucked me inside, then started to spear her head on my dick, again and again. The wet sounds from her slobbering was driving me crazy. I stood with my back against the wall, moaning deep within my throat. My toes were curled, and the heat from her mouth had me on the verge of coming already.

  I reached down and pulled up her tank top. I’d always been infatuated by the sights of seeing her titties bounce up and down in whatever tops she wore. Her nipples often poked through her fabrics, teasing me, even when I was just a little boy and discovering what they really were.

  She stopped sucking for a moment, took her top and pulled it over her head and off her arms. “There you go, Rich. You can finally see my titties, baby. I know you been wanting to.” She sucked me back into her mouth and really got to doing her thing.

  I watched her titties jiggle and had to close my eyes because I was seconds away from cumming. “Shit, Andrea, slow down. I can’t hold this back. Slow down, please. I can’t hand
le this head.”

  Those words must’ve motivated her to go harder, because the next thing I knew she was stroking my dick with one hand and sucking the soul out of me. The slurping noises were so loud in my ears that I could no longer hold back.

  “Uh! Uh! Shit! Here it come! Uhh, ummm-uh!” I grunted as she stroked my piece rapidly. My body tensed up. I felt my balls go into my stomach, and then I was shooting off like a squirt gun, again and again while she sucked me harder.

  “Look at me, Rich.” More sucking accompanied the loud slurping noises. She popped my dick out of her mouth and stroked it up and down as my cum flew out of me and onto her tongue and lips. She continued to stroke. “Look at me, baby. I love this shit!” She sucked me back into her mouth.

  My knees buckled. I was so weak, yet at the same time my dick continued to stand up hard as a rock. I wanted to be in her body. I needed to hit that grown pussy. I’d been feening for her ever since I was a lil’ kid and couldn’t believe that my fantasy was becoming a reality.

  She popped my piece out of her mouth and stood up, sliding her hand into her panties, before pulling them down and from her ankles. Once they were off, she lifted her small foot and placed it on the couch, looking at me with lust in her eyes. Her fingers ran over her bald, golden sex lips that were a shade darker than her skin. She opened the lips, exposing her pink insides that glistened from her juices. “Rich, I want you to eat me, baby. I need you to lick up and down this slit, and then suck on this thing right here.” She pulled her lips all the way back and pointed at her thick clitoris.

  My dick was so hard that it was jumping up and down, throbbing. I wanted to taste her so bad that I felt like hollering that shit to her. I damn near broke my neck coming over and kneeling before her. She took the back of my head and pushed my face into her box. She humped into my mouth as I extended my tongue and licked up and down her wet slit. Her juices drenched my nose and dripped from my chin. Her clit stuck out so far that it looked like a third nipple. I sucked it into my mouth and ran my tongue back and forth across it.

  “Un! Un! Un! Yes, baby! Eat me! Uhhh, it feel so good baby!” She moaned loudly, grabbing her titties and pushing them together.

  Both nipples stood out a cool inch after she got done pulling on them. Her kitty smelled just a little sweaty, and that turned me on even more because it was her natural scent. I licked up and down as if I was going crazy, slurping just as loud as she was when she was sucking me off.

  “Uhh! Uhh! Rich! Lil’ daddy! You finna make me cum! You finna make me cum, Rich! Uhhhh!” She grabbed my head and started to ride my face while I held her thick ass cheeks, moving my face from side to side, loving the sounds she made above me. The taboo aspect of it all. “Uhhhhh!” She screamed, before cumming all over my mouth, nose, and chin. Her body shook continuously. She pushed me back and bent over the couch. “Fuck this shit, Rich. I need you to put that dick in me. I don’t care who you are to me, or what nobody gotta say about what we doing. This is between us; family business.” She smacked her ass and spread her legs wide.

  I watched her pussy pop out from the back with its lips open and oozing her cream that tasted better than forbidden fruit. I kneeled and kissed each lip before standing up and placing my dick head at her pink hole. Then, I slid in with so much force, feeling the heat and the tightness of her womb swallowing me whole.

  “Uhhhh, shit, yes! Yes, baby! Now fuck me. Pull back as far as you can without letting your dick slip out, and slam forward into my box like you’re mad at me. Don’t play with my pussy, Rich. Don’t no woman like that. Fuck me like you trying to prove a point and I’ll be your slave. Trust me on this.” She bent all the way over the arm of the couch, forcing her ass to open. I could see the crinkle of her backdoor.

  I grabbed her hips and slammed forward as hard as I could, pulled back and did it again.

  “Umm, shit!”

  Her pussy was so good. Her juices ran down my thighs from our connection of sex parts. I got to fucking her with anger, trying to match the intensity that she demanded.

  “Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Rich! Ooo-a! Fuck me harder! Own this pussy! You see all this ass! Uhh-a! I need this big ass dick! Fuck a break! I need it so bad!” She moaned out.

  Her ass slammed back into my lap, jiggling like jello. At the same time her titties bounced back and forth.

  The scent of our romp floated into the air and up my nose, giving me motivation to dig deeper and deeper. I reached forward and took a hold of her right breast, feeling the hard nipple poke the palm of my hand. I couldn’t believe that I was finally able to touch her there. The reality of it all was enough to drive me mad with lust. I pinched the nipple and pulled it away from her tit. This caused her to slam back harder into my lap, sucking my pipe through her vagina.

  “I’m cumming on this dick, Rich! I’m cumming on you, baby. Ooo-a, this shit ain’t right. We ain’t, supposed to be doing this! Uhhh-a! Shit, fuck, yes!” She screamed.

  I was fucking her so hard that every time her big ass flew backward and crashed into my abs, it felt like a gut punch, but the pussy was so good that it made me speed up the pace. “This my pussy! This mine! Tell me!” I hollered, feeling myself.

  “Unnn! Shit!” She whimpered, looking over her shoulder at me with tears in her eyes. Her head bounced around on her neck as I continued to plow into her like a savage. The sound of our skins slapping together was like somebody was clapping their hands together for an encore.

  “Tell me!” I hollered. Her walls sucked at me. I didn’t think I could last that much longer. That pussy was too hot and tight.

  “Uh! Uh! You. Fucking. The shit. Out. Of me. Rich! Oooo-a, baby! It’s yours! I swear to God! Uhhh! I’m cumming!” She shrieked and began to shake like crazy, slamming backward into me.

  I felt her walls vibrating. She screamed my name and then slumped to the floor with me still on top of her, fucking away while my seed came spilling out of me and into her. I pulled out of her pussy and came all over that big ass booty. I rubbed my dick head all over it, still in disbelief that Andrea had let me fuck after so many years of lusting after her.

  After we were finished, we laid there on the carpet for a while, naked, while she rubbed and kissed all over my stomach, and licked along my waistline before climbing up my body and laying her head on my shoulder. “Rich, I need you to get out there and get money, baby. Life is too hard, and you’re this family’s only hope of making shit happen. This lil’ job I got is just enough to keep us skating by. It ain’t enough for me, it ain’t enough for you, and it ain’t enough for your sisters.” She reached down and grabbed my pipe, squeezing it.

  I felt it rising in her hand and knew that I was in trouble. Everything about Andrea turned me on. I didn’t give a fuck about our relation or the fact that she was eleven years older than me. “Whatever I gotta do to make it happen for this family, I am. You ain’t gotta worry about me sitting on my ass and watching y’all go without. That ain’t in me. I know what I gotta do, so just trust me enough to know that I’mma do it.” I leaned down and kissed her cheek.

  She smiled and looked up at me. “Don’t be trying to fall all in love with me and shit. This ain’t about all that. I just know that the only way you can get a man’s attention is if you get the attention of his dick first. After you conquer him sexually, a woman will be able to communicate with him intellectually. That’s just how it is.” She sat up on her elbows and looked into my hazel eyes that were given to me by my Italian father, before rubbing my cheek. “You do got me feeling some type of way though. I didn’t know you could get down like that.” She kissed my lips, then rubbed my cheek against her own before jumping up and helping me to come to a standstill. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around my neck, looking up at me. “I meant what I said though. I need you to go out and make it happen. You got three women in this house that need you to do exactly that, so handle yo’ business.”

  Chapter 3

  When it came to fucking with nigga
s on that kicking it tip, I didn’t get down like that because I had this thing in me that naturally hated other dudes for whatever reason. I felt like a lion. I needed to have my own Pride, and I didn’t want other males anywhere near my vicinity. There was only one nigga that I kicked it with, and his name was Demetrius, but everybody in the hood, including myself, called him, Paper.

  I met Paper when I was in the fourth grade and me and him had got into over this girl named Tasha that we both liked. I thought that she was my girlfriend and only mine, but it turned out that she was going out with both me and Paper. Long story short, one day at recess she told us that we had to fight and whoever won would get her as a consolation prize. Being young and naive, along with all our class mates geeking us up, me and Paper went head up three times that recess. I won the first fight, and he won the second. By the third fight we were both out of breath and did a lot of wrestling, so I can’t really say who won that one, but Tasha wound up choosing me, and I was cool with that, until I found out that she was still messing around with Paper on the side.

  People usually wondered how much fourth graders really could do at that age. All I could say was that reality would blow their minds.

  One of the reasons we were fighting over Tasha is because she was an advanced lil’ girl.

  I would go in the bathroom with her during school hours and every single time she’d show me something new sexually that kept me hooked. One day as I was coming out of school with my arm wrapped around her, and there was Paper in a circle of boys. They were acting like they were about to jump him, so they could take his Air Jordan’s that his father had sent him from the joint. He always bragged about his old man being locked down in Waupun Maximum Security Prison out there in Wisconsin, and still being able to send him home stacks of money every month. So, as I was coming out of the school, Paper was takin his shirt off.