Cairo - Kitty-Kitty, Bang-Bang

“Bust this fat-ass dick, nigga,” I say, strokin’ him faster, harder. “Let me see this shit spit, muhfucka.”

“Yo, ma…oh, shit, ma…You want me to nut?”

“Yeah, nigga…pop da cork, muhfucka.” I spit on his dick some more, then spin his top wit’ one hand while strokin’ his shaft wit’ the other. The nigga’s right leg starts to shake. The head of his dick swells, the veins in his shaft pop, and the shit gets wider in my hand. OhmyGod, this nigga’s dick is fatter than a beer can. On some real shit, a bitch is shocked at how this nigga’s dick done expanded ’cause I ain’t ever seen no shit like this in my life. And a bitch done handled a buncha dick in her time; particularly before deadin’ a muhfucka. I close my eyes, picture that ho lyin’ bloody on the bathroom floor. My pussy muscles clench. Steam oozes outta my slit. I decide to go for mine and fuck ’im real quick.

“Where ya condoms? I wanna ride down on this dick.”

He catches his breath, leanin’ up. “Hol’ up…there right here.” He reaches over toward the nightstand, pullin’ open the top drawer. He snatches an opened box of Durex condoms, then dumps ’em out on the bed. I grab one, tear it open wit’ my teeth, then roll it down over his dick. I swing my body ’round to face him, reach up under me, then guide his mini-bat in me, slowly—one inch at’a time ’til my pussy gulps it all down. I buck my hips; rock back ’n forth, then start gallopin’ up ’n down on the dick.

I got the nigga’s eyes rollin’ up in his head. Got ’im grippin’ my waist. “Oh, fuck…your pussy’s tight…gotdamn, you wet… oh, shit…”

“Yeah, nigga…take this pussy, muhfucka…you like how ya fatass dick feels in this hot pussy, nigga?”

“Aaah, fuck yeah, yo…aaah, shit…”

I close my eyes. Think of how I split that bitch’s shit. See her grill leakin’, and before I know it, I’m wildly ridin’ down on this nigga’s dick, talkin’ mad shit. Sayin’ shit I shoulda been keepin’ to myself. I wrap my hands around his neck. “That bitch fucked wit’ the wrong one…Next time I’ma put heat to her forehead… aaah, shit…this fat-ass dick feels good…You want it bloody, muhfucka? Yeah, muhfucka…I’ma kill that bitch…”

“Yo ma…” I hear Tone’s voice, but a bitch’s in a zone.

“Yeah, bitch…ya shit’s leakin’…skank-ass, gutter-trash bitch…”

“Aaah, fuck! Yo, what the fuck!” Tone snaps, grabbin’ me by the wrists. He flips me off’a him, jumpin’ up outta the bed. “Yo, what the fuck is good wit’ you, ma? You wildin’ the fuck out, diggin’ ya nails in my neck ’n shit like that.”

Shit! A bitch was just’a ’bout to coat this nigga’s cock. I blink my eyes. Bring him into view. Blink again. Tone brings his hand up to his neck, then looks at his fingas. He’s bleedin’. I stare at his clawed neck, shocked. “I-I…ohmyGod, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“Yo,” he says, pacin’ the floor holdin’ the side of his neck. “I don’t know what kinda shit you into, but I ain’t wit’ it. The pussy’s bangin’ but you into some wild, kinky shit, ma, for real. Diggin’ ya nails into my neck, tryna choke me out ’n shit. I’m not down with that rough sex shit, ma.” I get outta the bed, walk over to him. Try to touch him, but he jerks back.

I feel bad for fuckin’ his neck up. “I apologize. I blacked out. I don’t know what da fuck I was doin’. But trust me. That’s not how I like to get it in.”

He raises his brow. “Mmmph. I can’t tell,” he mumbles under his breath as he walks into his bathroom. He turns on the sink faucet; lets the water run for a few minutes, then comes back out wit’ two rags up to his neck. He stares at me; watches me slip into my Vickies. I’m pissed that I didn’t get the rest’a my nut off. “So you bouncin’?”

“Well, yeah,” I say, snappin’ my bra up, “under the circumstances.”

“Who said I was ready for you to leave?”

“Oh, you not? Even after clawin’ ya neck up.”

He shakes his head, smirkin’. “Nah, I want you to chill. I’m good. It’s a flesh wound. I’ve had worse. But I ain’t gonna front, you had’a nigga shook for a minute the way you flipped, talkin’ all crazy ’n shit.” He stares at me, frownin’. “Yo, what popped off in that bathroom with you and ole girl?”

“I beat her ass,” I say matter-of-factly. I tell ’im how I brought it to that bitch’s face, splittin’ her shit wide open.

He shakes his head, rubbin’ his chin. “Damn. You all gangsta?”

“I was born and raised in da projects. Sleepin’ on a bitch ain’t what I do. A bitch come at me slick talkin’ ’bout how she gonna bring it, then she better be ready to get it in. Sittin’ back waitin’ on a bitch to get at me ain’t how I get down.”

“Oh, shit,” he says, shakin’ his head, grinnin’. “You sexy and ruthless, ma. That’s a dangerous combination.”

If this nigga only knew. “I bet I got you thinkin’ I’ma nut, now.”

“I know you fine as hell. And you got some good-ass pussy.”

I laugh. “But you still think I’m a nut, don’t you?”

He grins. “Are you?”

Am I? I mean, so what if thinkin’ ’bout bustin’ a bitch’s face up and it bein’ all bloody had my pussy on fire, that doesn’t make me nutty. Does it? “Hell no, muhfucka,” I say, laughin’. “I ain’t no nut. I’m a real bitch; all day, e’ery day.”

I slip into my jeans.

“Oh, word?”

“All day, e’ery day,” I repeat.

“Then do what a real bitch does, ma, and take them clothes back off and finish what you started,” he says, standin’ up. “You ain’t finish wettin’ my man up.” He walks up on me. I stare at his chunky dick. Wit’out thinkin’, I lick my lips. “And my man don’t like to be cheated outta bein’ up in some good pussy.”

He pulls me into him.

And instead of steppin’ outta his embrace like my mind was tellin’ me to, I let the muhfucka scoop me up, carry me over to his bed, pull off my jeans, remove my panties and bra, then bury his face back between my legs eatin’ my already soppin’ wet pussy. True, I wasn’t feelin’ this nigga at first, but, right now—the way he’s comin’ at me, the nigga has me turned the fuck on. On top of the fact a bitch still gotta nut clogged up inside ’er that needs to be plunged out.

“You gonna let me get some more’a this pussy, ma?” he asks, lookin’ up at me and dippin’ two fingas into my sticky snatch.

I lift my legs, bend at the knees, and part my pussy open wider. “Yeah, nigga…stretch my pussy, muhfucka ’cause this’ll be da first and last time you hit this good shit, so you need’a get wit’ da program before I decide to change my mind and shut shit down.”

“Daaaaamn, ma, it’s like that?”

“Like I said,” massagin’ my clit, eyein’ him all sexy like, “you want this pussy, then you betta beat this shit down, now, ’cause there ain’t gonna be no lata.”

“Then I guess I better make it pop,” he says hurriedly gettin’ up to grab another condom. He rips it open then rolls it down onto his bricked dick. “And this time, I’m on top.”

I smirk. “Whatever, muhfucka; fuck all that you talkin’. Feed me da dick, nigga.” He laughs, slappin’ his cock up against my clit, makin’ my pussy twitch. The shit feels real heavy. “Stop teasin’ me, nigga,” I snap, ready for his dick to stretch me open. I tell ’im to hit it from the back, knowin’ he’s gonna spit in a matter of minutes as soon as I start makin’ my ass clap ’round his cock. A muhfucka can’t handle this juicy shit from the back for too long.