pregnant chubby girl named Stacy—was peeking out the window with a shocked expression on her plump black face.
The banging continued.
“Who out there?” I asked.
“Makayla’s boyfriend,” Stacy answered. “That nigga Ton from off Trumbull. He gon’ whoop Makayla’s ass for bein’ in here with y’all.”
Jessica and Makayla came out of the bedroom wrapped in bed sheets. Makayla looked scared.
“Y’all go out the back door,” she said.
“What?!” I said, walking to the front door. “This soft ass nigga ain’t gon’ do nothin’.”
I opened the door and stared Ton down. He was taller than I and about a hundred pounds heavier.
“Makayla, getcho ass out here!” Ton snapped as he attempted to push me aside.
Wrong move.
I hit him with five sharp jabs, and before he could turn to defend himself, Scrilla Man and Rose were flooding his face with punches.
We knocked him to the floor and stomped him to sleep. Makayla tried intervening and caught an accidental elbow to the jaw from Rose. Scrilla Man picked up a closed baby stroller that was leaning against the wall and started beating Ton’s head with it.
Then Scrilla Man and Rose finished getting dressed and we left.
~Chapter 25~
“Mmm, shit, I’m finna cum,” Tyrone said, holding on to Kisha’s waist with his one good hand as she rode him reverse cowgirl style.
She tightened her vaginal muscles around his bare dick and slowed down a bit, squeezing the cum out of him until his twitching pole dropped from inside her and collapsed onto his abdomen.
She moved forward on her hands and knees so that her glistening wet pussy was directly over his deflating manhood. She pushed his semen out, and it dripped down onto the shaft of his dick.
“Damn,” was all he could say as Kisha turned around and sucked the cum into her mouth.
“You like that shit, don’t you?” She asked, swallowing his seed.
Tyrone responded with a short, breathless laugh. He watched her pull the tight black dress down and search around for her panties, while he yanked up his boxers and pants. When they opened the bedroom door, Shay and Joe-Joe were standing there in the hallway with knowing smirks on their faces.
“Fuck is y’all smilin’ about?” Tyrone snapped.
Shay crosse d her arms over her small chest and slowly nodded her head. “Mmmm hmmm. We saw it all through the keyhole.”
“Y’all ain’t seen shit.” Tyrone stepped around them and was just about to go in the bathroom to clean himself up when suddenly the front door swung open.
~Chapter 26~
I looked at Tyrone and smiled as I walked through the door.
“Just drove past the alley,” I said. “They pullin’ a body out that white Lincoln. Police everywhere.”
“Shit,” said Joe-Joe, “you already knew dat was gon’ happen. Them weak ass Breeds ain’t got shit on us. Lucky it wasn’t me that caught up wit’ em. On God, Joe, I would’ve—”
Joe-Joe went silent as I squinted at Kisha, Tyrone, and Shay; the three of them were following Joe-Joe into the living room, and they all seemed tense and unusually quiet.
“What’s wrong?” I asked no one in particular.
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong,” Shay said.
But I still felt an odd tension in the air as I joined Rose and Scrilla Man on the new sofa. I shook it off and pulled Kisha down onto my lap, then started telling Tyrone how we had just stomped Ton’s lights out. Kisha got up and headed toward the bathroom before I could finish explaining the situation.
“Where the hell you goin’?” I shouted.
“To brush my teeth,” Kisha replied. “I threw up a few minutes ago. You don’t want me kissin’ you wit’ throw up all on my tongue, do you?”
‘Drunk-ass light-weight,’ I thought, turning back to Tyrone.
“I’m takin’ you car shoppin’ tomorrow,” I said, lighting a cigarette. “Find you a nice ol’ school ‘Lac or Chevy. I got some dope and some Kush for you, too. A whole brick and a pound.”
“Damn, for real?”
The banging continued.
“Who out there?” I asked.
“Makayla’s boyfriend,” Stacy answered. “That nigga Ton from off Trumbull. He gon’ whoop Makayla’s ass for bein’ in here with y’all.”
Jessica and Makayla came out of the bedroom wrapped in bed sheets. Makayla looked scared.
“Y’all go out the back door,” she said.
“What?!” I said, walking to the front door. “This soft ass nigga ain’t gon’ do nothin’.”
I opened the door and stared Ton down. He was taller than I and about a hundred pounds heavier.
“Makayla, getcho ass out here!” Ton snapped as he attempted to push me aside.
Wrong move.
I hit him with five sharp jabs, and before he could turn to defend himself, Scrilla Man and Rose were flooding his face with punches.
We knocked him to the floor and stomped him to sleep. Makayla tried intervening and caught an accidental elbow to the jaw from Rose. Scrilla Man picked up a closed baby stroller that was leaning against the wall and started beating Ton’s head with it.
Then Scrilla Man and Rose finished getting dressed and we left.
~Chapter 25~
“Mmm, shit, I’m finna cum,” Tyrone said, holding on to Kisha’s waist with his one good hand as she rode him reverse cowgirl style.
She tightened her vaginal muscles around his bare dick and slowed down a bit, squeezing the cum out of him until his twitching pole dropped from inside her and collapsed onto his abdomen.
She moved forward on her hands and knees so that her glistening wet pussy was directly over his deflating manhood. She pushed his semen out, and it dripped down onto the shaft of his dick.
“Damn,” was all he could say as Kisha turned around and sucked the cum into her mouth.
“You like that shit, don’t you?” She asked, swallowing his seed.
Tyrone responded with a short, breathless laugh. He watched her pull the tight black dress down and search around for her panties, while he yanked up his boxers and pants. When they opened the bedroom door, Shay and Joe-Joe were standing there in the hallway with knowing smirks on their faces.
“Fuck is y’all smilin’ about?” Tyrone snapped.
Shay crosse d her arms over her small chest and slowly nodded her head. “Mmmm hmmm. We saw it all through the keyhole.”
“Y’all ain’t seen shit.” Tyrone stepped around them and was just about to go in the bathroom to clean himself up when suddenly the front door swung open.
~Chapter 26~
I looked at Tyrone and smiled as I walked through the door.
“Just drove past the alley,” I said. “They pullin’ a body out that white Lincoln. Police everywhere.”
“Shit,” said Joe-Joe, “you already knew dat was gon’ happen. Them weak ass Breeds ain’t got shit on us. Lucky it wasn’t me that caught up wit’ em. On God, Joe, I would’ve—”
Joe-Joe went silent as I squinted at Kisha, Tyrone, and Shay; the three of them were following Joe-Joe into the living room, and they all seemed tense and unusually quiet.
“What’s wrong?” I asked no one in particular.
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong,” Shay said.
But I still felt an odd tension in the air as I joined Rose and Scrilla Man on the new sofa. I shook it off and pulled Kisha down onto my lap, then started telling Tyrone how we had just stomped Ton’s lights out. Kisha got up and headed toward the bathroom before I could finish explaining the situation.
“Where the hell you goin’?” I shouted.
“To brush my teeth,” Kisha replied. “I threw up a few minutes ago. You don’t want me kissin’ you wit’ throw up all on my tongue, do you?”
‘Drunk-ass light-weight,’ I thought, turning back to Tyrone.
“I’m takin’ you car shoppin’ tomorrow,” I said, lighting a cigarette. “Find you a nice ol’ school ‘Lac or Chevy. I got some dope and some Kush for you, too. A whole brick and a pound.”
“Damn, for real?”
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