Sex in the Hood Saga (18 page)

Tiny dots of light danced behind her eyelids as Duke ate her pussy. So many times she had practically begged Brian to perform oral sex on her, after she'd given him countless blow jobs. Brian always said it was disgusting to put his mouth there, especially when he thought about how period blood and pee came out of the same spot.
That punk motherfucker.
But right now, she knew the disrespect she got from Brian in so many ways was preparing her to take this incredible love from Duke. Nothing that felt this good, from just looking into Duke's eyes to listening to his voice to feeling him touch her this way nothing could possibly be wrong.

“Duke,” she whispered. “Yeah, Duke, do that to me.”

His forearms were under her hips, and his giant hands gripped the insides of her thighs. He squeezed her soft flesh then rose up, looking into her eyes.

“Baby girl, you got me. Fo' ev'a. Fo' ev'a.” His head descended back down.

“Love what you do,” Victoria moaned. “My pussy, Celeste, loves what you do.”

The way his tongue was moving, it was beyond words. The rhythm reminded her of a windshield wiper. The tip of his tongue was like the end of the blade; the thicker part of his tongue was the length of it. He sloshed it back and forth over her clit, first soft, then harder, then soft again, increasing the pressure with every stroke. It went back and forth, back and forth, in a half-circle motion, applying more pressure with every wipe.

That was what it felt like on the outside of her clit. The inside of her clit felt like a starburst, a ball of fire between her legs. Every time Duke licked her, the fireball got hotter, sending out sparks farther and farther through her body. Pretty soon she knew it was going to explode, making her whole body shimmer with heat and light. But right now, she was loving the psychedelic sensations making her mind, body and spirit look and feel like a Fourth of July fireworks display.

She gripped her fingertips into the soft skin of his head, holding him there as she moaned softly, never wanting this moment to end, except for when he took her all the way to relieve this horrible curiosity and ache. After so long without a hug or any love, after the trauma of losing life as she knew it, she finally felt safe. Loved. Happy.

She felt this, even though she was going against her lifelong vow to never, ever unleash the femme fatale between her legs.
If this is the way I'm gonna die, then so be it, because this is heaven on Earth.

“Duke, you are a god,” she whispered. “You are a gohhh-hhhd.” She thrust her hips up higher, spread her legs wider. Never had she even imagined anything so incredible.

Celeste was in seventh heaven. She never would have believed it felt this good. Tiffany had oral sex and said it was great, but she said the prick who did it to her was sloppy and impatient, then ran to the bathroom to gargle for a full five minutes afterward. And she hadn't even cum.

Not Duke. He acted like he wanted to stay down there all day and would drink a glass of her pussy juice if she gave him a straw.

“Duke,” she cried, “what are you doing?”

A finger slid into her pussy. In and out, in and out, all while he did the windshield wiper tongue motion on her clit.

“Aaahhhh,” she moaned, her whole body trembling.

The starburst was getting bigger, hotter, radiating through her every cell as if the sun were rising between her legs, as if the black dome of Duke's bald head between her white thighs was the cataclysmic fusing of two worlds. Lightning, meteor showers, tidal waves, volcanic eruptions would surely follow.

She was breathing so hard, her ears were ringing.

And now another finger pressed up into her pussy.

Brian was always begging her to go all the way, pressuring her by saying if she didn't fuck him, they'd have to break up so he could find someone who would fuck. He would threaten this, even though he was constantly refusing to do exactly what Duke was doing right now.

That starburst was sparking, flaming. It was spraying red hot sparks up her abdomen, through her chest, making the points of her nipples tingle and burn. Her fingertips were tingling. Her toes were twitching. The muscles in her legs were trembling. Her pussy was quivering around his fingers and under his tongue.

Duke let out a deep moan like this was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. Like it was his oxygen.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “Oh my God.”

The fireball was roaring, rumbling . . . exploding.

Great flames of red, orange, and yellow licked out through her limbs, flashed behind her closed eyelids, made her heart glow white-hot.

“Oh, hell yeah,” Duke groaned as her pussy pulsated around his finger. Another white-hot flash of fire shot down her legs, up her belly, over her nipples, down her fingertips, into her head, which glimmered in a psychedelic swirl of color and light.

“Yeah, baby girl,” he whispered. “You ready for me now.”

He kissed her mouth. She licked and sucked off every drop of her own sweet juice. It felt so nasty, so liberating. And she felt drunk on champagne.

Finally, her pussy powers filled her head with the idea that from now on, she would never go without a man who could make her cum like that. She would settle for nothing less.

Duke ran his hand over her still-throbbing clit, down into the juices, to the satin soft, soaked skin where Celeste was about to suck him in whole. With his face so close to hers that their noses touched, he stared into her eyes and whispered, “Let Duke make love to his Duchess. I'm gon' anoint you. Make you mine.”

Victoria thrust upward, impatient, wanting to shove that big, beautiful dick inside her like the world was going to end tomorrow and they had to fuck right up until they died. She wanted to take every inch of this black god, this Mandingo warrior, this knight in a shining Porsche who rescued her in the middle of Ghettoland. This man she was studying, learning from, so that one day this very act that made him feel like he was dominating her, helpless, homeless, with nowhere to go, would enable her to whip him into submission. So she could dominate.

“Now,” she whispered. “Fuck me now, Duke.”

Duke stood at the side of the bed, staring down into two silver-blue moons begging him to make love like he had never done before. Her lips were redder than ever. Her perfect little nipples were pointing at him, calling him. Her pussy hair was a soft black bush at the “V” of her juicy thighs.

Thinking about being with Duchess for the dick-down of the millennium didn't even come close to what it would be like in a minute. If she could cum that hard with his mouth, then she would no doubt damn near kill him when Timbo slid up in the prettiest pussy God ever made.

Duke had seen thousands of pussies, but he had never seen a pussy like that in a titty bar, even in Vegas, or in a magazine. And the way she looked right now, laying there waiting on the big dick, this was some shit right out of the movies. The movie of my life, The Duke, starring Duke Johnson as himself, and introducing The Duchess.

“We 'bout to make magic,” he said deeply as he unbuttoned his white linen pants. Timbo bulged and never throbbed like this. He had never wanted a woman so bad, not even the first time. He pulled down his pants and his white cotton briefs at the same time.

Her blue moon eyes grew huge. Her lips opened. She rose up, crawled over, put her hands up like she was praying, one hand on each side of Timbo, with her fingertips touching. And she stared into his black eye.

Victoria couldn't believe her eyes. She knew it would be huge, but it was breathtakingly beautiful. A giant, shiny head the way the edge of the head curved around reminded her of Darth Vader's helmet in Star Wars. She could almost hear his deep voice saying, “Welcome to the dark side.”

She just wanted to stare at it, let her gaze trace that long vein that ran from the head back to the silky nest of hair. She ran her fingertips along the length of it. The skin was soft as satin and smooth as glass. She glanced up at Duke, letting her eyes study the perfection of his body, from his slim hips to his tapered waist, his muscular chest, his beautiful delicious neck to his strong-jawed face with those spectacular, sexy eyes and sensuous mouth.

His palms gently stroked the hair on top of her head.

“Duchess,” he said softly.

“Yes.” She stared into his eyes.

“I want you an' Celeste to meet somebody. Timbo.”

She looked at the hole at the end of his penis. The bulging ball of black flesh all around it, the gorgeous head of his dick, almost did look like a face, with the hole as the mouth.

Victoria puckered. She placed the softest kiss over Timbo's mouth.

“Enchantee.” She whispered the French word for “enchanted,” which people say when they first meet.

She wanted to suck him down whole, but first Victoria leaned close to the soft nest of hair and inhaled deeply. “Ooooh,” she moaned. “I loooove that smell.”

“Damn,” Duke whispered.

She leaned down a little, cupped his big, hot balls in the palm of her hand, raised them toward her nose. “Oh my God,” she groaned. “Get me a bottle of this so I can smell it all day. Call it Essence of—”

“Essence of Bo-Bos,” Duke said, laughing. “Can't b'lieve you like smellin' ma balls.”

“It's delicious. Sweet and musky. I knew I'd wanna stick my face right here and stay for a long time.”

“Day-um,” Duke moaned, gently gripping the top of her head with one hand.

She stuck out her tongue, ran the tip of it against the mauve black skin of his balls.

He sucked in loudly. “Yeah, do that, baby girl.”

Just like she'd done his neck earlier, she sucked in a mouthful of the skin and gently sucked, tickling the flesh beneath.

“Ma'fuck me!” he groaned.

Victoria gave his balls a tongue bath, slurping up, down, all around. Then, cupping his damp balls in her hand, she took his huge dick into her mouth. She slid her wet lips down the length, sucking at the same time, until Timbo hit the back of her throat.

“Yeah, swallow that cock,” he groaned.

She sucked for a while longer, never gagging, just savoring the sensation of him inside her as she inhaled his intoxicating male pheromones. Slurping up and down, over and over, with a very wet mouth and slightly open lips, she made super-sexy nasty, wet-sucking noises that made Duke moan. The slippery hotness of her lips against his iron-hard dick, and the feeling of taking him whole into her hot mouth made her pussy drip.

The sex smell, all those sweet-musky male scents set off something inside her that made her want to fuck until she couldn't see straight. Victoria pulled back, looked up at him.

“I love the way your dick feels in my mouth,” she said as she slid her tongue up and down his shaft.

“Hell yeah,” Duke groaned. “You do that so good, baby girl.”

As she slurped up and down his dick, suddenly a rhyme came to mind.
This is bizarre . . . Won't I scar this chocolate bar? I'm 'bout to cum as I suck. What luck, I'm so struck to let him pluck my cherry, my virgin berry.

“Oooh, baby girl, com'ere.”

She stood on the bed in front of him. He kissed her stomach then with his hands on her hips, turned her.

“Prettiest ass I ev'a seen in my life!” he exclaimed.

His lips tickled soft kisses all over the round mounds of her butt. His hands traced the curves of her hips, her butt cheeks, her thighs. Then he rubbed his face all over her ass, squeezing it, moaning, raising it up, sticking his tongue down in it, licking it.

“This beautiful ass all for me,” he groaned, sucking the curve of her cheek. “Juicylicious. Like a big white chocolate kiss meltin' in my mouth.”

Victoria smiled, loving every second of his praise. His appreciation for her size and shape thrilled her after all those cold comments from Brian about how she had a fat butt and needed to lose weight, how she needed to make it flat like all the other x-ray thin girls at school.

That punk. If I ever see him again, I'm gonna kick his ass like I shoulda done a long time ago, especially when he tried to rape me when he found out I'm black.

“Baby girl, let me lay you down.”

Duke wanted to stop because he was about to lose his mind in his own bed. He couldn't build up Babylon and impress Knight when he got out in two weeks if he were stone cold crazy from some pussy. Even if it was sweet, virgin pussy that was spread out on gold silk waiting for him to just take! What made it even more hype was that this was happening on the same day he met this goddess whom he had just picked right out of the headlines.

Maybe Momma was right, talking about white chicks like she did. They definitely were the reason Knight was in jail, after those hill billy motherfuckers got mad that their slutty little sister was sniffing around a big black dude who didn't even want her stank ass.

Now maybe Duke needed somebody who wasn't everything all wrapped into one perfect package. Shit, the way Duchess was talking to him earlier tonight, with balls as big as his . . . maybe he didn't need an equal. Maybe he needed somebody less than him, somebody he could control.

“What are you thinking?” she asked, looking up with the kind of eyes that love songs were written about.

“You too much, baby girl. You too much.”

Earlier tonight, when they had pulled into the garage and Knight called, his big brother had said, “Hesitation will get you killed. But a premature move will get you jacked too.”

And that was what this was. Now that he was taking a closer look, this chick was too damn pretty. Too bold. Too sexy. She sucked dick too good. She took a tongue job too good. Her body was too bangin', she was too smart, and could talk like a queen.

What if she turned around and tried to beat The Duke at his own game? No, not try, just straight up demolish his ass with all the tricks he was about to teach her. No doubt, he had seen some scheme in her big, pretty eyes all night long. He saw it even though he was playing her, especially in the gym, when he knew she'd get so damn horny she wouldn't care about nothing but sliding down on this tree trunk and trying to break it off for a few days straight.

“Duke, if you're just gonna stand there contemplating life and love, I'm gonna take a nap.” She pulled one of the half-dozen gold silk pillows from the head of the bed and rested her cheek on it. “I don't remember the last time I got some sleep.”

He stared at the way she turned her body. She was lying on her side and her hip was pointing up, with those long legs across his bed and her candy toes touching his thighs.

Even his favorite self-help book,
Think and Grow Rich,
said successful men made decisions quickly and changed them very slowly.
Meaning, go wit' yo' firs' gut' reaction an' stick wit' it.
And that was what Duke was doing with his Duchess.

He smiled, then said deep and raspy, “Naw, baby girl, you so beautiful, I was jus' paralyzed for a minute. Like when I firs' saw you, I couldn't breathe.”

A seductive smile beamed up at him. She said with a business-like tone, “Duke, I want you to wear a condom.”

“I'm clean, baby girl.”

“So am I.”

“We both clean, we don't need—”

“I'm not doin' it without one,” Duchess said with a shrug.

He stared into her blue-gray eyes. What if she wasn't a virgin? Her pussy smelled clean, looked clean. No way did she have anything. And if she got pregnant, then good. They'd have the prettiest baby in Babylon and beyond. Plus, that would definitely make her stay forever.

“Baby girl, I get tested all the time.”

She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs.

“I want you to feel all of me,” he whispered. A condom gon' block the—”

“Exactly,” she said. “Pregnancy is not on my agenda right now. And I don't want to have to worry about STDs. Nothing personal. It's just a fact, whether I'm with some rich white guy from the academy or with you. HIV doesn't discriminate.”

“You right,” Duke said. “I can't argue when you tryin' to be safe.” He went to the nightstand, opened the top drawer and pulled out a condom then rolled it down on Timbo. “There. But after this, you an' me gon' go get tested together an' neva have to worry about it again.”

Timbo looked like a black rocketship shooting toward her as he knelt on the bed, crawled over to her, and sucked her pretty mouth between his lips.