The Heart of Revenge (2 page)

“Nathan.”

“ OK. Don't worry Nathan, Qwan won’t find
them ...” I saw a rush of relief filled him, the fright slowly
leaving from his eyes and somehow it seemed like his pupils
changed, maybe it was the size of his pupils changing with his
mood, growing bigger and fuller as he regained a calm, a peaceful
composure in our bizarre situation. His face relaxed, about to
smile. I finished my sentence, hardening my jaw as I gritted the
words, “I’m going to show them to him.”

His eyes slammed open, the formation of his
smile reversed, his mouth opened, fright flying back into his eyes.
He flashed my hand down with a sharp thrust, it slapped into my
lap. He held it there. I wrung my hand out his grip, asked,

“Is what? Eehm? You intimidated by Qwan?”

“N-no...No .. but .. bu-ut .. you
righted?”

“If mi righted?” I looked away to the
bathroom mirror in front of us. “Mi want it burn him.” The bitter
hurt I felt from it all lastnight began to swell, bubble and
explode in my chest. “It’s my damn revenge.”

Nathan and I snapped several very provocative
photos. Despite him being fully clothed, wearing his tall sleeve
white shirt, black pants and a cakesoap blue tie, his erect penis
was standing outside his zipper in some of the pictures, in some it
was sticking in me, and in some I placed it in my mouth, posing for
the camera. We didn’t have sex, we only posed.

I still wasn’t satisfied with just the
pictures. It wasn’t a big enough get back. So torn by thoughts of
lastnight, so hurt, I had sex with Nathan right there. Nathan’s
body jolted with a four hundred volt of electricity when he
orgasmed, spewing his cum out of control and creaming everywhere he
didn't want to. Some even caught on the tail of my white gown.

We went a second round. I didn’t want to keep
my panty on anymore, it was making me too hot and bothered. But if
someone walked in, it would be a dead giveaway once I had my panty
off. The tight elastic around the rim of the legs were squeezing me
and I didn’t like the feel. He slid the crotches of my white panty
to the side to get himself into my pink hole. I lifted my white
gown, pushed both my thumbs down both sides of the thin elastic
waist of my underwear, swiftly dragged it from underneath my long
dress and it came off in a rolly twist from around my ankles as I
stepped out of it, exposing my naked ass, clean skin, long
legs.

I tossed my panty over the shower rod. It had
a blue shower curtain with pictures of yellow rubber ducky all over
. Hopefully I could get back in my undies fast enough if anyone
should bust in on us. My skin was a smooth color of creamy Milo as
I bent over and cocked up my ass to take his Godzilla size into me,
doggystyled position, my love-hole jumped, wanting his warm cock
between my pussy, now. My walls seeping wet with my goo. I peeped
between my legs from my arched-back. Waiting on his stiffness to be
forced through my fleshy hole. He hoggishly hoisted the tail of my
dress over my petite round buttocks, the tail bunched scraggly on
my back. Roughing up my gown as if he forgot that today is a very
special day for me, my biggest day. A feint worry about my
brother’s situation slid across my mind. It’s a big decision. A
difficult one. I’ll just do what Mommy encouraged me to do, we
already came this far with the plan, I can’t turn back now. Can I?
After so many years?

I slapped my hand on to the rail of the white
bath tub, fingers latched. I bent and peered at him from between my
legs, my breasts bouncing from my bending over. His cannon camera
hung down by its black strap from his shoulder, swung awkwardly
back and forth like his balls were swinging back and forth. The
tiny split in the center of his fleshy purple penis-head was damp;
he aimed it right at the opening of my vagina, my entire body
anticipated his cock being worked into me so sweetly, so divine,
parting my flesh, stroking in me. Deep. Sensually. Fucking me. He
braced his hips forward, my shoulder blades squeezed itself
together, I felt the tip of his swollen head pressed against my
hole. It felt warm, smooth. Chills danced on the back of my neck.
His entire penis jerked, it sprang up and down slightly after the
jump, like an aftershock. I felt it and my hole throbbed, my spine
tightened. The smooth warm head touched the tip of my pussy-lips,
just barely touching them. My arm reached between my legs and
grabbed hold of his cock. My small hand could not wrap completely
around his kong, it was too thick, too fat. It felt like a ten
pound giant sausage in my hand, as thick as a plaintain but black.
It had a fat broad head. My body jittered. Gosh! I want to feel all
of it inside me. My urges were taking over. I tried to take a grip
of myself. I shouldn’t enjoy this so much, but .. but my body, it’s
too aroused, ready, wanting, roaring.

I ran my fingers down his full length, the
pad of my fingertips stroked over the smooth yet sharp zig-zags
that his lightning veins forked from the root and sides all the way
to the tip. The straight and long main vein running smoothly up the
side, like a thick rope, it made the biggest bulge of all the
veins. The softness of the thin skin that wrapped his penis will
let me feel the swell of the veins for sure as it rubs up and down
in me, but with a smooth feel, a textured feel when my juices
lather it. I couldn’t wait to have this juicy cock in me, feel it
in me, feel it. A feeling ran through my body. Hot, excited,
wanting. So wanting. My belly jerked quietly, like an hiccup of
horniness, it nudged my heart rate, my heart speeding and I could
feel each beat pounding against my breasts. I couldn’t control my
body’s reaction. I wiped my thumb midway his cock, side to side.
God! I wanted this. My pussy clasped itself shut and then released.
I shouldn’t have another contraction till couple more seconds. But
I was so horny my clit jumped again in seconds, one right after the
other, pulling my clit inward. I bit my lip. Squeezed the middle of
his flesh. Clit jumped again. What’s happening? And again. Jumped
again. I squeezed my fingers around it, at the root, close to his
balls, stroking it up and down, jerking him, jerking it, jerking
his big fat cock. I felt it growing even stiffer in my hand,
swelling thicker, solid, heavy. It rose higher, lifting my hand,
horniness ravishing through its veins. He desperately wanted to
push his cock into the sweetest place on earth. Inside me. He
looked down at my arched back, pushed his hip forward, wanting to
fuck me, fuck me till my titties fall off. I wanted to feel him
inside. I didn’t see his face, I heard his desperate moans,

“Leee...Leee...” dragging his words and
begging,

“Let mi push it inside you, pleeeaase.”

My slender fingers held his cock firm,
squeezed it, aimed it to the center of my slit, cringed my face to
feel his entry, released his kong and left it standing stiff in the
air behind me for him to delve into my wetness. He entered me slow.
The swollen head pierced its way through. I uttered a silent,
‘Ouch!’. A sweet pain. I felt a tearing pain of his big hood
parting my pussy lips. He shoved himself far into me, fucked so far
down inside me, a Digicel phone could not pick up signal. I grunted
and breathed hard, a loud sexual breath of satisfaction, a
delicious pain. I felt his hugeness filling me up, filling me up in
places I had no idea a man could reach with a penis. It felt
insanely good, the pleasure it made me feel inside doesn’t stay
steady, it ran from my belly to my spine, to the tip of my fingers,
to my toes and exploded with an earthshaking blast ontop of my
glistening clitoris. Can’t say everyone describes the feeling the
same, the sensation you feel every time you reminisce on the
greatest sex you ever had. The orgasmic feeling it brought into
your body. A feeling so strong you can feel it in your body
literally whenever you think of it. A feeling so powerful you seem
to re-live it everytime you get horny. I don't know your word for
it but I know it feels fucking good, the best feeling you can ever
have bolting through your body, like a ping pong ball, hitting one
pleasure spot then rolling down to the next, twisting your legs,
twisting your face, curling your toes, even if you don't want to
act a fool, you still do, you have no control. Pleasure takes over
your body, you remember grapping the sheets, screaming his name,
pulling him in deeper, kissing him hard, him biting your neck,
licking you with passion, fucking you so deep, so good, you bite
the pillow, moaning in your pillow, wanting it hard, harder,
harder, more, thinking how good fuck feels, never wanting the
feeling to end. Just remembering that feeling makes you breathe
deeper, you get aware of your breathing, aware of your heart
beating faster, you get aware of your body reacting to that
feeling, your nipples get hard, your vagina reacting, getting wet.
He sunk it deep and stroked his loin smoothly into me, his hugeness
fucking me hard. Fucking me deep. Kept going in and out. Ohh, that
feeling. Speeding up his strokes, grabbing me tighter, grabbing
around my waist, fingers gripping into my waist, pulling me back as
he pushes himself forward, fucking me harder, groaning, his thighs
muscling, slapping into me, the feeling, the feeling, the feeling
taking me over. I shut my eyes tighter, forced my body backward to
meet his lengthy strides, damn that feels good, sliding down his
thick warm cock, oh damn. I bit my lips, I’m not just wet, my pussy
must have took a dive in the pool because it was fucking soaked.
The smooth feel of his veins running against the inside of my
flesh, the feeling of having someone inside, someone this big, this
good. Oh God! I’m in heav... Halleluyah! Praise God! DAMN! I felt a
ferocious belly cramp, a pang of pain echoing at the bottom of my
belly, I felt my period coming down. Damn, he’s big! The feeling
built up. I didn’t want him to stop stroking but I couldn’t bend
low anymore it’s too much pain, I wanted to stop. I didn’t want to
get caught doing this in the bathroom, I lifted my back somewhat
and like a hoola-hoop the haunting thought of my brother was coming
back around in my head again. I couldn’t do this. I tried
straightening myself up, my wedding gown fell off my back. Yes, my
wedding gown. My long white wedding gown fell to the floor.

by: Leelia Lexings

I looked at the bathroom door, my heart raced
and worry enveloped my mind tight. I was having a change of heart,
I don’t want to do this, Oh my God, I shouldn’t be doing this. I
would die if my mother should catch me. She’s in the livingroom,
just down the corridor. Of all the family in the house, it would be
Mommy knowing about this that I couldn’t live with. I had to make
her proud, this certainly wasn’t something to make her face spread
a proud grin about, is it? Maybe she would die if she caught me
like this, then again, maybe not, but I didn't want her catching me
like this. She gave up too much for this. Mommy was determined to
make things better for us, the family, I remembered how hard she
tried, how much she sacrificed. A woman of God. One particular day
to church stood out clearer than any other day, it was this one,
six years ago.

The big ball of fire in the sky was red hot
that Sunday morning.

The wind blew my pink frock I wore to church
most Sundays, it swept a cloud of dust on my skin and into my face.
I stopped and covered my face with both hands, Mommy tugged on my
bony arm,

“Walk up nuh Lee.”

She stepped off brisk, wrung her ankle, broke
off one of her heels and her hands dilly-dally in the air trying to
balance. She almost fell flat on her face. Bending, she picked up
the broken heel out of the dry dirt, she prayed to God,

“God mi fed up of mi life, mi wish you would
just take mi life and done.”

Most people in Mommy’s case would just commit
suicide rather than wait on the help of God to wipe them off the
face of the earth.

“We turning back honey.”

She was tip-toeing awkwardly in her one and a
half shoes. I zipped my gray handbag open, took out a ball of
Vaseline wrapped in a piece of clear plastic bag, sank one finger
into the soft dab, then wiped my finger on my cracked lips to hide
that we had not eaten breakfast this morning, nor eaten anything
yesterday. Luckily, the day before yesterday, my big brother Vance
got a finger of banana, two cornmeal flour dumplings and some red
herring and ackee from our next door neighbour, Ms. Merl. He shared
it among me, my bigger sister, Pinky, Mommy and himself. Mommy said
we must not leave any for our worthless father, because he deserved
to eat just pure air with nothing pie for dinner, for the rest of
his life. I could not agree more. We didn’t leave him even a small
scrapings of the red herring bone.

I wanted to go inside the church. I didn't
want to go back home because we walked almost two miles in the sun
since Mommy could not afford to take a taxi and refused to go to
the church in our ghetto community.