The Analyzation of Chocolate Peach

“You're a trip! Would you relax already?” Darius' tone rose sharply through the acoustics, cutting through the mist. He watched her as she fidgeted along the countertop. She'd surrendered her clothes and any semblance of self control for the moment. Avanyah turned to look into the oblong mirror to meet his distorted face, bleeding into view. “I'm not a trip. I'm a journey! Remember that. And, if you nick me in any way, I'll slice your dick off with that razor! Hear me?” Her eyes flexed for confirmation. “Thanks for the imagery! Will you just trust that I got this?” Darius straightened; cringed just a little bit, rubbing his cock over a bathroom towel that had been wrapped around his waist. He shook his head nervously and then swirled the razor into the cloudy sink. “Mmmmm!” She bodily agreed; kept her legs stretched apart; feet dangling off the counter, playfully. Short muscular waves rippled through her inner thighs, tensely welcoming his craft. This time she spoke of no pretenses. It was supposed to have been just a shave, nothing that entertained the breaching of promiscuous boundaries, unsure of whether she'd lied to herself. Her affluent, cocoa sheen appeared shades deeper than he'd last remembered, perhaps from sunbathing. “I see vacationing does a body some good.” He broke. She sat in silence, posing as though she were a still life model for his lewdly creation. 40DDs hung affectionately firm, having collected droplets of sweat. Sumptuous areolas darkly highlighted her taut morsel kisses. The halogen lighting was perfect. “You almost done?” Her voice rose through the steam. “Hold up, gimmie a minute!” He pushed the right side of her fold over searching for rebellious strand of pubes. “Did I get to thank you for this opportunity?” “Shit, you just saved me on a Brazilian wax job.” She slid to the counter's edge. “But remember, this is as far as it goes!” “Wait, I forgot to give you a preview to a happy ending!” He flexed into a squat. “What are you doing?” She squirmed, feeling his hot breath and greedy face inches away from her partially-shaven snatch. “Beautiful!” He smiled, thumbing her lumpy clit. “Don't worry about it!” He then mouthed her spot. Her prune-like face curled up to smile. “The fuck you waiting for…get that!” She barked illicitly. “Suck that beefy flesh!” Avanyah's sudden turn into full acceptance startled him. “Damn, you're…so…fk…in….wet!” Darius removed his face, having mumbled a mouth full of words and juices left falling from his lips. “It's slick, see…” He doubled up his digits for her examination; slid and punctured her sheaths. He sent his twin messengers on an expedition to collect the sticky blend of sex and pectin. “Alright, we're good!” He popped back up. “Now where's that fucking razor?” He pulled the instrument out of the murky sink-water. “You sure you know what your doing?” She laughs, readjusting her position awkwardly, as the sink knobs marked impressions against the small of her back. “I got it!” He ran the hot water over the razor before using light, upward strokes that had previously started a path inches above her anus, clearing away thinly pubes. “Now for the left side…” He smiled as Avanyah's eyes communicated the same message in 31 languages: DON'T CUT ME! He lowered the razor over parts of her pelvic mound, shaping the tuft of curls into a short strip no thicker than the width of a ruler. Wisps of naps and curls slid down a streaming blend of watered foam. Darius moved her left, elongated fold to one side. The slickness of secretion and cream made it slip. From the clitoris, past her pussy and neighboring anus she'd been slicked from the fix. “It feels good when it's hot!” Avanyah grabbed a nearby mirror to admire the stroke work. “Shit's baby smooth!” He used the corner piece of a towel to dabble her pelvic region dry. Darius let go of the towel around his waist, snuck in a tongue-kiss which she slurped on with ease as his cock reveled in the steamy air. He scooped her ass forward, closer to him. The sublime entry almost had him spewing out spunk. He found her quivering pussy sweet and pliable. “What…Darius, I thought we agreed not to…” “I can't help it. You teased me for far too long…had to have it!” He pushed through her slippery flaps; through wet and foam; through secreted plunges and brush work. Deeper he bottomed out in her cunt, coaxing his seeds to a near rise expulsion. Her pussy gave way and opened up for him, unctuously. Any deeper and it would've involved him having to fashion his sacs; tie it up in some sort of way so that all of his bodily sex could thicken inside of her, floating. “Ohhhhhh, Darius…I can't…” she got up, breathing heavily. “Besides, the knobs are killing me!” She stretched her back, twisting her hips, trying to get them to crack. He pinched the head of his cock, sealing any remnants of renegade fluids. It had been his first time having her; fucking her ravishingly on a bathroom countertop. All of the teasing ceased, almost countering the climax, clouding his anticipation. It was only natural that he'd attempted to satiate this lingering crave. She'd captured his libido by flirtatious designs. It made him yearn to fuck her ass. That one thing she'd tauntingly suggested and had yet to fulfill. Made his cock relentless or stiffly opposed to any other recourse but to have her in this most fetish way. “I want to fuck your ass!” He broke from a mouthy kiss. “Darius…” She scooted down from the counter ledge, turned around, clearing a visible spot on the mirror. She widened the circle as her face came into view. Light fog blurred her features: Pouch-bubble cheeks, high dimples, brown-sugary eyes and plumpish nose. Hair undoubtedly frizzled. He closed from behind. Spread her thick cheeks apart. He dug his thumb into her anus. “Feels like it could happen…right?” “I can't! You know…” Avanyah's senses had been penetrated and exposed through the probing of his cock, having found its luxury spot. A journey indeed; so much more than a trip it was an excursion of perversity he had only dreamt of having somewhere in Amsterdam or the exotic tropics. “This is where play time ends!” He spat once he'd parted her cheeks again, spat exposing her budding cherry. Darius inched the 'shroom-head just past the outer ring. It started to work itself with minimal ease. She pushed out, opened up. Her ass sucked more of him in half way. Exclamations of fireworks popped off, explosively. “Stop!” She squeezed the dick from out of her ass. He moved it back to her puckered hole. “Fuck it! Shove it back in!” She cried. He thought back and laughed at the events that had lead up to the sublime ass-fucking. He smiled, watching her eyes rock loosely into her skull. Smiled at their reflection coming through; smiled at the feel of his swollenness permeating her, balls deep. **** Seventeen Days Earlier **** …And twenty-something hours following the break-up with Ginny, Darius sought living arrangements with his cousin Nissa, who at the age of 22, had been known for her eccentricity. She studied contemporary and eclectic art, played acoustic and electric guitars emblazoned with artsy symbols. Her fascination for “The Artist Formerly Known As” had been passionately expressed throughout the apartment: Purple walls adorned with paisley borders; gold and spiral-tasseled rugs. She played “Raspberry Beret” every morning and “Erotic City” on intimate nights. In fact, she shared many similarities with the icon: Same complexion, height and features: Thick eyeliner, fine coats of lip sheen; boxy-cut and stylized burns. She knew fully well of the art of escapism or how to channel one's frustrations into creative release. Nissa's apartment thickened in the humidity courtesy of a late August spell. A rainbow-colored fan circulated defeated hot air. He'd spent many hours on his back lying in bed, scrolling through his life trials as though it were projected on the ceiling. Felt as though he'd walked through miles of purple rain in search of reprieve. From one room over, he could make out the intro to Erotic City. The distinct bass line and synthesizers rushed into his space. On this evening, Nissa had company. She introduced herself as Maggie. Darius gave her the once over. She wore nothing too inspiring in her softball getup: Standard grey tee and saggy jeans, Nikes. She was a natural dark-blonde cutie with an adorable belly pouch distending over a frayed leather belt. Her heavy-lidded eyes reminded him of a secretive French maiden. Later, he would hear their moans. The thought of boning his second cousin toyed with him. He hadn't grown close to her. Fact, their relationship had been reformed in community college. She mainly listened to all of his ramblings and had known about his failures and sexual successes. Darius reached into his stash to retrieve a porn vignette. He even checked to make sure that his door was locked. He popped the tape into his TV/VCR combo set and started to stroke. The scene from “Down the Hatch 6” highlighted two brown-body souls reaping the profits of a good ass-pounding. Sierra trembled in vibrancies; legs spread splittingly apart, welcoming Lexington's Steele's cock longingly in her ass. It was enough to summon an eruption that had soaked through several ply layers of Kleenex tissues. Just then the cell went off as he scrambled around the room to find it. He tried to basket the crumbled ball of tissues into the trash but missed. “Hello!” He spoke, lowered the volume on the set. Good thing his left hand was dry. “Hi! Sounds like I interrupted something. Is my timing bad?” “Hey Avanyah…ummmm…yeah and no…” He turned the TV just as Sierra had been gobbling down streams of Lex's pearly flow. “What's up?” “I'm okay just wondering how you holding up?” “I'm a'ight! I'm working on mastering myself.” He mumbled. “Yeah, you sound like it!” She said in a humoring tone. “Where are you at?” “I'm at my cousin's crib for a little bit.” “… the box flapper?” She laughs. “Yeah, she's in the middle of millwork as we speak.” “More power to 'em!” Her voice rose. “That's what I say. How's Hotlanta treating a sistah?” “Roy-all-eee!” Her laughter blended into seriousness. “You sound like your down!” “Yeah, I am. I plan on hitting my boy up, maybe taking the drive over to see him. He's a therapist and knows me well enough.” “Good, listen, my minutes are low. What are you doing tomorrow morning? My flight leaves in the evening. I figured we'd hook up.” “Nothing much, I'm calling out sick.” “Good, let's meet up at that Multiplex-X place up in Fairhaven.” “Know the spot. What have you in mind?” “I'm getting some shopping done.” “That's fine but what are we talking about? I don't want to have this turn out to be some cock-teasing venture for you. “Mmmm…okay!” She intoned, facetiously. “How about we meet at eleven tomorrow?” Darius you have to learn how to control things. It's just a store. “ “It's a pervert's paradise, Avanyah!” “Fine I'll just leave you to your mastering.” “Thanks for calling.” Darius blurted, half-embarrassed. “Have fun.” Avanyah's laughter faded into a click. He rewound the tape back to his favorite scene: Lexington pulls out his turgid-black cock from Sierra's brown, gaping hole. Her chocolate jugs shook as he scooped the back of her head closer to his cock so that she could have drink of his nut juice. Darius jerked a few times, amazed at how quickly he'd been aroused to release a second eruption. Sierra smiled up at the screen, scooping up Lex's gooey trail from her massive breasts. She then sucked them off clean, swallowing every last bit. “EAT THAT PUSSY, BABY! I SAID…EAT IT GOOD!!” He heard Nissa's voice piercing through the music of Prince's dirty-minded lyrics, “You're a sinner I don't care. I just want your creamy thighs…” *** Meeting at Multiplex-X “Good morning!” Avanyah approached the jeep, squinting from the window's reflective glare. She wore a visor to conceal her nappy, unmade hair. No make-up. She arched her back, puffed out her buoyant cocoa mounds supported loosely by a stretch-halter top that had barely the fabric strength to keep up. He was amazed at how much weight she'd lost since their last meeting. She appeared fit, muscularly toned. At one point, she slid her hand beneath the bottom of her tops so as to reveal her belly ridges. It looked as though she'd spent many sweat sessions with Bally's and Billy Banks. He drank in the lower half of her sumptuous body, along with the remaining contents of his Starbucks coffee-syrupy, sweet. She wore tight, navy-blue bike shorts and a pair of Adidas running shoes. “You look good!” “… as do you!” He remembered their encounter late last summer; whereby Avanyah slurped his cock lovingly while on her knees. Darius thickened at the thought of his cock eliciting a volatile pop caking across her face and well-slurping mouth, right down to the blowing of sticky kisses. The visuals were terrific. His main regret is that he hadn't fucked her pussy, but, her ass, especially her ass. How he craved to sodomize her gifted rump. “Place is off the meat rack!” Darius held the door open, taking in the cool-air that had greeted their entrance. “Would you believe this is my first time here?” She looked all around. “Before we get, I have to tell you something.” “What is it?” “Guess who just got married?” “Congratulations! When did you…” “… about a week ago in Vegas.” Avanyah became distracted by the Naughty Nightwear section displayed a few yards before them. She rushed through two registers and a theft alarm, leading Darius by the hand. “I like this one here!” She held up a translucent negligee styled with leopard prints. “It's nice.” He imagined sampling her heavies and smiled at the thought of trying to fit all of Avanyah's goodness into his mouth until it grew numb or unhinged of its titanium screws. “It'll make him happy. Is this a newlywed gift?” “You can say that!” She smiled. Her lips then twitched, repressively. “Now let's finish up last night's discussion.” “Doesn't matter, I'm all set with it! It's all on me!” “Did I not warn you against hurting her?” She smacked him lightly on the face. “She's a good girl.” “I know.” “Why did you fuck her over?” “Why, what did Ginny tell you?” “I called to give news about the marriage.” Avanyah dropped a black-leather corset from the hanger and then reaches down to pick it up. “She wasn't rude. I asked how you were doing and she said that she didn't know. Said you did something foul and perverted. She congratulated me and gave me your cell number.” “Ginny's right--” “What did you do try and fuck her in the ass?” Avanyah nonchalantly measured a latex corset against her body, marveling at its shine. She acted as though the question had never been posed. “No!” He gathered himself for a moment. “We experienced a threesome. I mean, we were all feeling very nice on that evening.” “You had another guy?” “No, it was a female.” “Who was it?” “I can't tell you,” he watched her eyes widen and suggested otherwise. “Remember Tammi in accounting?” “Yeah, I almost slapped her one day for trying me. She argued about making an adjustment on an account.” “Yeah, I remember you saying something like that about her.” “Whoa, her...sh e's pretty but I heard she fucks too much! As for Ginny, I mean, it does but it doesn't surprise me.” “Why's that?” “Don't repeat me. I know I could've told you awhile ago but one night when my sister Lillian picked me up after work, we got caught up with some clients. College crowd, they were all white guys, except for this one Hispanic dude. They were drunk on beer and shots…” “Now this is the place where you use to strip?” “Wait,” her brows wrinkled, “I never told you that I stripped. Anywho, maybe it was Ginny!” “She did. Go on with telling the story, I'm intrigued.” Darius' became distracted by an oddly trio: An elderly man who'd been walking up the spiral stairs with his arms held by a pair of gorgeous brunettes. One of ladies wore no panties. “Hello…I'm over here. Will you stop looking up! Can I get your attention?” “Yes!” “Anywho, we didn't fuck them. Things were very crazy. We all tripped on ex, even Ginny. We couldn't find each other in the club for hours. I later caught up with Lillian. She was at the back of the club on her knees sucking on some white guy's dick.” “She swallow for him?” “No, what the fuck is up with you and swallowing? Let me finish the story.” “Later when we got to the car, Ginny was waiting with another woman inside. We thought nothing at the time but Lillian messes with me until this day. She swears she saw them pullin' away from a kiss, like fast…like when someone's approaching.” “Alright, I'm good.” Darius sighed into silence. After a few minutes, he broke, “You know, I hate the fact that our relationship's over but it really wasn't going anywhere…or maybe it would've because she started to open herself up sexually. I don't know anymore.” “Shame, shame, shame, you know, I can never get with another woman. I gotta have straight up dick! I got nothing against it but that's how I flavor.” “I loved it, even though it cost me my relationship. Part of me considered marriage.” “That serious, I didn't know it was like that. You should fight to have her back. I would've watched the ménage though!” She laughed, walking out of the department with three negligees and a peach-laced corset. “Let's go this way. I want to check out the books and stuff!” While scanning through the literary section, Avanyah noticed that one of the magazines had been torn of its wrapping. She picked it up and began flipping through the pages until she found some intriguing pictures. The magazine highlighted images of a wedded couple lewdly captioned on their special night. The dark-blonde groom stood above his strawberry-blonde bride wearing a white, unbuttoned dress shirt; mangled tie and black slip-socks. He'd gagged her mouth, stretching his cock inside, trying to poke through the inner walls of her left cheek. Her hands cuffed from the back. Gown bungled around her waist. She'd been positioned on all threes, save for her right hand left palming her husband's bells. Her taut bucket held in a translucent dildo, deeply immersed in her achingly-stretched bunghole. The toy was connected, linked by an elongated chain centered between the middle of her cuffs. Her hands were locked behind her. “Looks like someone shaved her pussy clean. Mmmmm, this reminds me of our honeymoon night!” Avanyah laughed. “Is he still the only man to have your ass?” “Yup! And had it he did! He fucked my ass like three times a day for the past, like, three or four days. He didn't give my pussy any attention.” Her lips pouted, recalling the events. “Let's go upstairs!” “I heard enough!” Darius followed until they reached the classic's section. “I know they have to have this one CD.” Darius lead Avanyah through several aisles until he came to the treasured letters. “Here we go!” She swiped the DVD from his hand, “Sin-A-Matic #1… RAW DVD…What's it say, 'You go girl! It's Midori, warming the banister!'“She studied the pictures on the box. “Somebody's behind her… Oh, he's light-skinned, I've seen him before. He's got a big, curvy dick!” “That's Jake Steed. He plays her husband and angrily takes her ass for cheating on him with this white dude, T.T. Boy. It's hot and interracial. She gets her ass stuffed by Jake's dick and took it like a trooper at the bottom of the stairs!” “You sound like the back of the box! I'm buying it!” “You know I met her before.” “Who?” “Midori, she's the actress in that scene. She's also Jody Watley's sister! Remember the song, Don't You Want Me?” “Yeah, yeah, what did she have to say?” He drifted back to the visuals, remembering Midori's petite frame adorned in transparent, open-toe heels. She wore a black dress. Her legs brazenly smooth; sleepy eyes, powdered in glittery baby-blue shades, naughtily flashed across his mind screen. “It's worth having. The scenes go back and forth as she's reflecting on what it was like to have both lovers at separate visits.” Darius spilled. “Did you talk about this scene?” “Yeah, Midori told me that working with Jake was rough. He was supposed to be aggressive but she felt he went too far. She said his dick was a little bit much to handle at first, especially how he plunged at it. She said that he tore her up!” “… and she liked it!” “I think she liked the other scene with TT Boy. She said the interracial scene was intense! Said that she actually came many times doing that scene and that I should watch it again.” “Dayum! Darius, we need to hurry up.” “Fine, we've one more room to go.” **** Whipped Flesh & Other Delights **** “What floor is this? Oh, I love this floor!” Avanyah roamed around. “Fetish section, I'm not feeling it! You gotta be way too naughty to get into this shit. “Here you go! He pointed to a harness leather mask. “I'd love to put that on or even have Caesar use this whip on me while I get my ass ripped open!” She looked on curiously, setting the cat-of-nine-tails whip down. “Did you say he was ten inches?” “Ten inches…he'll give Midori a good go, trust me!” “You love this as much as I do.” “It's the way I've always been. I started too young.” “What was your first experience like?” “It was this married guy from the Bahamas, very thick accent. He used to pick me up after high school and we'd ride around. He was always nervous. Nothing much happened he just ate my pussy that's it. He jerked himself off while he did it and made a mess of the backseat.” “Did you like it?” “Yeah, he opened my world up. I felt the hairs all over my body raise, tingly all over. I got wet and afraid at the same time. I think that's what made me enjoy being an exhibitionist. Sure you don't want anything?” She switched. “It's already in the cart. It's called “Black Ass Candy. Come here, let's go down a level.” He said pointing to a backdoor, stairway exit. “I want to feel how wet you are.” He pulled her body against the brick wall, surveying the parameters. He pulled her shorts and thongs halfway down her ass. Deft digits found the inside of her velvety, chocolate batch. Darius looked down for a moment, fingering her sex, down to the knuckles, producing slosh sounds. She'd been thickening with wetness. “Darius! What…” She sputtered, rocked by senselessness. He unzipped, pulled his cock out and gave it several jerks. Darius could ill afford seconds of stolen pleasures before streaming. Hot streaks of propelled jizz shot out and coated, dripping downward and into a nest of scruffy pubes, fitted to sop up his nutrients. “Now you're very wet, “he shook the excess, pearly drops from his dick,”… and may I add bushy as fuck! “He looked around zipping up. She pushed him away. “You're crazy!” He stepped back. “Sorry, I've been horny thinking about it all day!” “Listen up, it's like we talked before. I can't get into anything deep for a reason. Yes, I strip! Yes I get freaky with some clients! Yes-Caesar knows, but I have to start being a better wife. We're open with some things about sex but not when it comes to me giving you my ass or letting you fuck my pussy.” She slapped his arm, “Which reminds me, mister. You're lucky I'm on the pill!” She rubbed his cock's lotion on her inside thighs, smearing it into her flesh. She then snapped the waistline tight, adjusting the seam. “I'm still sticky!” She rubbed her fingers on the wall. “I got it,” he defended, lowering his head. “You're gorgeous, wonderful and a treat for any woman to have. If you're up to it, I think you should come up to Hotlanta. I can introduce you to some of my friends at the club. I'll leave it up to you as to how far you want to take it. As long as you understand where we're.” “I got it! What about Caesar?” “Don't worry about him.” She said as they got into the elevator. I know how much of a tease I can be, but we have us our boundaries. As long as you don't make sudden moves to try and fuck my ass we're good. You can stay with us. “She laughed as they reached the first floor. As Avanyah set the basket on the counter, the cashier, an openly gay gentleman, sporting a rainbow badge, smiled knowingly at them. From behind him, a set of monitors displayed visuals of the stairwell. “I can keep us platonic.” Darius smirked. “You have no discipline! You lack self-control. That's your biggest downfall.” “Oh please!” “Don't forget Darius I know how well you handle the truth. I'll put you to the test any day when it comes down to sex-and you'll come out failing.” “I'm good with it. Name your test!” “Okay, well, seeing that you find me too bushy, why don't you try meeting me in Hotlanta like I asked and I'll let you shave me.” “Completely bald?” Darius held the door open. “Yes…what? She looked into his eyes, unfocused by the passing traffic. “What's the matter?” She broke. “Can't you contain yourself while shaving me?” “TEAR THAT FUCKING ASS! HEAR ME? FUCK IT HARD, DARIUS!” Avanyah's voice reverberated from off of the bathroom tiles. She used her French-manicured nails to stretch her cheeks apart, flexed her rectal walls open as she took him in deeper. “Know what I call him?” He broke, marveling at his brown sugar stick, burrowing in and out of her back tunnel. “Lucky!” Her bare body shook; ass jiggling, accommodating all she could of his doggedness. She squinted, trying to make out her own reflective image. She shifted her body forward and over to the right side, spitting him out of her bunghole. “I can't! I don't even know how we got into this so fast.” With an unguided thrust, he plunged back in again. “We started out shaving,” he brought back his hips and then thrust forward, mightily, grounding his sex- balls deep into her yielding crack. “Just work with it!” He kissed her earlobe. “I can't believe you…DARIUS!” She rejected his swollenness once more. “What?” He gestured frustrations, wiped the sweat from his dome and face, while his cock protested against the cool air. “It's hard for me to do this to Caesar!” She spun around. Kissed his mouth and then rummaged his eyes for show of empathy. Her hand caressed his cheek. Darius moved, devoid of regret or compassion. Spun her body around, pecking upwards along the curves of her spine, moving to the contours of her shoulders and neck. He'd had his fill of her flirtatiousness. He had to have her ass, seize it with the sort of presence that communicated no appreciation for delaying his savagery. She bent down, arched her back and popped out her ass in show of acceptance. He rested his cock at the opening of her outer ring and then pushed through. Eyes rolled upwards, back into his head. Darius imbibed in the feeling of her anal walls restricting around his cock. “I can't believe that you're getting this!” She bucked back, opening up for more of him. He sucked in a short breath and curled a slight, sadistic grin. The mirror's slight fog and distorted view was good enough for him to admire the imagery: Brown skin enveloping brown skin as reflected dimly. “You like the way I'm fucking your ass? You actually think I'm through with you don't you? Funny how all seven thick inches of me knows exactly how to find you!” He thrust himself, filling her ass; feeling every last syllable. Avanyah pushed her ass, grinding him fully down to the balls, throwing every bit of her womanly depravity at him, equalizing his dominance. “Put it on me! Move that shit!” He slapped her ass. Swift strokes snaked her subway, stretched out her dirty hole. “Fuck Darius!!!!” Her breathing descended. “THAT'S IT POP THAT TRUNK! IF YOU CAN HANDLE YOUR HUBBY'S TEN INCHES YOU CAN DEFINITELY HANDLE MINE! FUCK I'M ABOUT TO….” Darius pulled out, propelling a jetted stream of jizz, landing along the upper curve of her spine. A copious, second wave followed, wedging her ass crack, filling up her pasty rump with ample cream. When pulling her cheeks apart, evidence of his release formed into a cat's cradle of spunk. She then pulled away, leaving the excess dribble to slide down his half-open hand. “I need to get that!” She distanced herself in search of the cell's familiar ring tone: Oops, there goes my shirt up over my head Oh My… Oops there goes- “What was all that about?” Darius inquired brusquely. Avanyah held her index up to her lips and then exited the bathroom to take the call. She returned a minute later. “It's Caesar!” She closed the flap. She fashioned her brassiere, concealing her weapons for the moment. “I'm expecting him back in about fifteen. He's picking up some Popeye's. There's an ABC Liquor store just up the hill. You can pick up some booze, cigars or whatever. Be careful!” Avanyah struck his chest with a hand full of clothes and the keys to her cherry Corvette. He washed up, hobbled into his gear and then flexed out the door, his lingering quest, satisfied. He pulled out of the driveway, half-smiling in disbelief. Although he hadn't shown it, wrought nerves compromised his hands; made him tremble as he started the ignition. Finding Caesar's Palace The evening air circulated some reprieve. The ten-minute trek away from the condo gave him time to assemble his senses; that is, until he attempted to return. Dizzily, he drove through strange hoods in search of the Grove Wood Pine Subdivision. Darius found his way back and noticed a black-stretched hummer parked in front of the condo. “It had to be his.” Darius convinced himself, walking blankly in circles. When he needed to come to, he simply stroked his digits beneath his nose so as to recall the scents of her womanliness. Avanyah once again cut into his senses. She announced herself from three yards down, holding onto a trash bag. She wore a terry cloth bathrobe. “Hey, I'm over here!” She smiled as he walked closer. “You've been lost for over an hour. Is everything okay?” “Now it is, obviously I had a hard time finding your condo.” Darius said that while relieving her of the trash bag she attempted to set by her door. “The dumpster is right around the corner, just a few steps, don't get lost!” She smirked, waited for him to get back. “So what am I to expect? Did he say anything to you?” He mumbled. “No! He's usually locked into chill mode once he gets back from work. Not that he did much today except meet with Beau for golf.” “Wish I could have that kind of life.” She held the door open for him, focusing her attention inside the living room. “Look who I found out there!” Avanyah introduced Darius to her husband. “Heard you got lost…good to meet you.” Caesar stood up for his lazy boy, extended a strong shake. He resembled Roy Jones, Jr.: Same height, light skin-type and panhandle accent. “Same here…places around here all look the same. I had a bitch of a time looping through these neighborhoods.” “I feel you, I feel you. We were just hoping nothing happened to you. Not for nothing but that Corvette cost me plenty of grips.” “Ride's tight!” Darius affirmed, eyeing Avanyah, as she set down a serving tray on the coffee table which consisted of an ice-bucket, two rock glasses and bottle of Hennessy. The plush white-carpet absorbed the stirring of her bare feet and unpolished toes. She helped her hubby flex into the leather comforts of his easy chair. She picked a few hairs from off of his Michael Vick jersey. Caesar plopped his Jordan's on the ottoman, fingering the remote. “Let me know if there's something else you prefer?” She winked at Darius. “We're good babe,” Caesar pecked her on the lips, reaching for the accoutrements. A 50 " plasma screen featured the ESPN Sports Center highlights. “I love my man, Vick!” Caesar laughed, remarking on the athlete's prowess. He handed Darius a drink. “Oh, that reminds me!” Darius reached into his shirt pocket to pull out a couple of cigars. “Punch…they're a good brand. I got one dark and one light. Also picked up this butane lighter,” he clicked the torchlight open. “Nice. She told you I was into smokes?” “No, that's just my shit.” “Babe, make sure you use the ash tray and not some cup or plate.” Avanyah admonished Caesar. “Vanyah, I got this!” She countered. “We also gotta be quick. It's 10:30 already and I'm on at midnight.” “I'll be quick. I'll head on up to change.” Darius assured. “How you gonna remind me about your show when I'm the one who books 'em?” Caesar laughed. “ “Fine but you can lose your sarcasm. I just wanted extra time so that I can introduce Darius to some of our friends.” “Don't matter.” Caesar puffed out a ring of broken smoke. “The Shack's loaded with beautiful women, we'll find him someone. Besides, I think the man's perfectly capable of acquiring pussy on his behalf.” Avanyah said nothing and had distanced herself while they readied for the evening. The Shuggah Shack On the ride over, Avanyah, having been agitated about making the time, responded in an unkindly tone whenever she acknowledged her husband. She kept her responses short, easily worked by anything Caesar would have said. Darius kept to his silence, brewing in the backseat. Stretched invitingly, its tall neon-letters boasted: The Sweetest Spot in Town. The sign caused highway travelers to take notice. The establishment promised an evening he'd dreamily seized as cure for the chaos. The building, ornamented with neon palm trees, boasted an elongated entrance, replete with an outstretched canopy. Hulking below, a pair of brassy bouncers recognized Caesar, immediately greeting him with daps, pats and pound-shakes. They extended the same courtesy to Darius. “I'm going in!” Avanyah walked on through ignoring her husband's pleas to return. “I've got a show to get going. I've got clients to please, 'sides I gotta find a way to work off some of this stress you keep giving me!” . “… the fuck's that supposed to mean? She's just cranky because we're getting late.” Caesar tried to minimize her show of attitude. He rushed through to catch up with her, disregarding Darius. The club's visuals were terrific. Darius was immediately drawn to the next set of performers on stage as introduced by DJ Freaks. He queued in a classic, “Sugar Walls” by Sheena Easton. Corrine, a petite, brown-skin beauty wearing a short, bleach-blonde fro moved sexily, skipping around the stage in her Pro-Keds playing the schoolgirl motif from A-Z. She had on a buttoned-down, cotton-white blouse stopped just above her waist so that her silver-pierced navel had been exposed. The classic red and blue rippled skirt fit just above her knee caps, accentuated by a pair of all-green stockings stretched snugly around the rest of her petite and shapely legs. Ms. Haversly, a tall, fiery disciplinarian, fashioned her auburn hair into a bun, held by a couple of pencil sticks. She followed her wayward pupil around stage smacking a ruler into the palm of her hands. She wore a one-piece, canary-yellow dress with snaps aligned all the way down in the front. Her breasts poured like a double shot of Bailey's. Smooth. She then ripped her dress off to reveal a set of cream colored brassiere and embroidered panties. Corinne caressed her teacher's crafted body, diligently unsnapping her bra. Corinne then moved her petite tongue over the apex of her teacher's nips. Ms. Haversly's puffy areolas resembled crabapples: A-cups. She pinched the perky Nerds. Together they simulated a fetch and snatch routine, swapping tongues to frictional hands. They clasped hands while dropping down on their knees. The mouthy exchanges felt real. Kept his cock quietly convulsing. The chorus of dollar bills carpeted the stage with its greenery. Patrons pushed up, squeezed their faces around the oblong stage, peering up like baby gulls. “… the fuck away from me!” Caesar's voice cut abruptly through the sausage fest of horny men. He'd been walking away from his heated squabble with Avanyah. He parted his way towards the bar, past the clutter of frats and husbands creeping on the DL. “What's wrong with the conversation, Caesar?” The door to the ladies room swung hard and open, leaving a crack mark on the side wall. “That's nice! Why don't you just make a fucking spectacle of yourself?” “Listen,” Caesar turned around, “You're crazy! I'm not doing this, not tonight, 'Vanyah. I don't get where I'm to blame for the seven months we were apart! This here has gotta do with you and Darius! Something ain't right with y'all!” “I'm right here!” Darius said walking towards them. Caesar met him halfway. His eyes turned into spotlights. “How are you going to come up to this establishment; fuck my woman; drink of my Hennessy; share a five-dollar cigar with me and approach my grill?” He swung, grazing Darius' chest. Caesar's momentum had been pulled off balance. Three-hundred and fifty pounds of human granite resolved the ruckus with swift certainty. His tone suggested serenity. “We don't need to go through this, do we?” “I'm good. It's nothing I can't get to later!” Caesar stepped back. “I said I was good, Moose!” His eyes cut towards his massive counterpart for a moment. He then acknowledged Beau, the owner. Beau stood at 5 ' 5 ". His attire of short-sleeve tropical shirt, khaki pants and bare feet reminded him of a Jimmy Buffet experience, as though he'd been on the last train to Margaritaville when it derailed. Moose stared blankly towards the situation, tapering. His Mediterranean eyes and ho-hum demeanor made Beau comfortable enough to thread any line of cockiness into needle-like jabs. He ventured knowing that his top bodyguard and confidant had his back. “It's after twelve and I have a performance I have to go. Avanyah walked behind the bar, reached below the counter and pulled out a duffel bag loaded with props. “I got a show to get poppin' in just a minute. You boys kept me long enough wit'ch-ya shit!” Caesar said nothing and pointed to a Hennessy bottle on the top shelf, indicating his need for another fill of bronze-liquid ease. He downed it hurriedly, walking into the room just in time to see his wife perform. “No, you don't want to do that at this point.” Beau suggested to Darius who had been following towards the heated couple. “Alright,” he kept his gaze locked into Moose's eyes. Darius' experience in night clubs afforded him a sense of cautiousness learned: Always focus on the bouncers primarily. Look for erratic movements or any tension derived thereof. Goons of such caliber were often excitable, ready to pop off and swing. “We're fine! Why don't you cover Avanyah's show for right now and I'll call you if there's anything else.” Beau suggested that watched his bodyguard depart before turning to Darius. “Let's drink! What are you having?” Beau walked behind the bar. “It doesn't matter!” He sighed. “You know I try to keep things pretty safe around here. Moose is actually a puppy dog, but I can't have a volatile atmosphere. I find it funny how pussy can bring about serenity but also become the cause of its demise. I can understand you wanting to fuck Avanyah. She exudes high sensuality. Not forced or strained, just natural, besides she has some serious business intellect. There's a reason why the best man in this bachelor party paid some heavy notes for tonight's performance. She's that hot! ““What's this?” Darius inquired about the drinks placed before them. “Red Bull with Grey Goose vodka. It's pretty good.” After herds of the concoctions, Darius grew numb. He'd forgotten where he and Beau left off, walked outside for a rare smoke and then bummed a Salem from one of the students. Time eroded. He spoke out to an occasional drift, nothing penetrated his twisted reality. His mind echoed the last batch of frats on their way out the door boasting about Chocolate Peach's show. They hopped into a jet-black BMW cruiser and sped, zigzagging down the street. Just as Darius was headed back inside, he met up with Moose. “Are you alright?” He inquired, handed him a shot of Espresso to spirit him back into consciousness. “Yeah, it looked like you needed this more than I do. Check this, I was sent to come get you. I think Beau's trying to make some peace between you and Caesar. Right now everything is cool because business is good. They're all happy. Just don't go killing one another. Hear me? Just go right on. I'll lock the door behind you. You sure you alright? “ “Yeah, I'm good.” “Alright then, maybe I'll come back around and see how y'all holding up! Just go all the way to the back of the club, through the double doors. That's where they're. You sure you're good?” “Yeah, I got this!” He responded by show of heavy lidded eyes. The Confectionary Lair Crossing through the club felt strange. The place was clean and empty. Coming up the stairs, he heard the familiar ditty clearly wafting through. The resounding bass crept halfway down the steps, requiring him to engage. “Peaches and Cream…you know that I like it I'm a fiend…” He pushed through the door mumbling the lyrics. Darkness shrouded the room, save for the glow of amber track lights aligning the stage. He froze when he happened on the entwinement of bodies lewdly displayed. The sounds of muffled groans ascended as he walked closer. He squinted, adjusting through the liquored haze that had required a chunk of his time just to sort through. What was once an overstretched banner had now lain, detached. He crouched down so that he could study the letters. The white crumpled banner read: Welcome to Chocolate Peach's Honeymoon Show! As he took a few steps closer, his eyes set on her salacious brown body. She'd been on her knees, rocking them against the hardwood stage. Her intense writhing kept slipping in and out of the blackness, playing with the light. The privileged recipient had shown a slight silhouette of his submissive body, carved out of a distant track light. More lights clicked, illuminating everything lewdly captioned beneath. “Have a seat!” Caesar's view came into being. “You've already had your show. Now all's you gotta do is just watch…can't do anything else but that! Don't think that I don't know how you got yours!” The words seemed to have dissolved itself in an absinthe rich smoke. Darius couldn't speak as he'd been suspended, animatedly. Caesar waved the duffel bag around. Set it down before Avanyah's oral display. Her hands held onto the arms of an ivory-embroidered throne. His royalty wore a black-leather mask, white-tank tops and brown socks. He sat, twitching, clutching onto the arms of the throne. His white hands gripped the bottom of the chair. Avanyah wore a spiked collar that had been linked to a short chain, left dangling. She had on a peach-laced corset, which Darius recognized from the day that they met at Multiplex X. He'd watch her purchased the leather mask as well; in fact, as Caesar walked closer to the throne, retrieving the props, he kept remembering the items, especially the cat - o'-nine-tails whip Caesar kept snapping incessantly. Avanyah remained focused as she throated her masked suitor. Took his average six inches into her gullet with ease, creating a mouthful of saliva left slipping down her heavies. Darius walked closer to the stage, and, from out of the darkness, Caesar stepped into view. This totally threw him off. He watched as Caesar sunk three fingers into his wife's throbbing spot, opening her up again, anally. She spat the gimp's dick from out of her mouth. She drew in a short breath. “Oooooooh!!! She popped her ass out, absorbing her husband's digits. The stranger, having found her mouth again, fell back, defeated by the royalties of her oral prowess. Avanyah switched to jacking him off aggressively. She repeated the steps, added more spit, shaking him up a bit. Darius stood looking up at the stage. His mouth hung agape as though he'd been waiting for a busty waitress to titillate him with a Jello shots. He watched as Avanyah got up, removed the mask to reveal Beau's mug. Thoughts rose like froth, came to a head: How could Caesar allow his wife to become face-fucked by his boss? He felt insulted in the sense that he envisioned his connection with Avanyah as something that could've easily transcended sex. It made him feel like a fool's ass. Caesar cracked the cat-o-nine tails whip, brought it down, tersely on her cheeks. He then spat a huge glob, collected some cunt juice and then mixed the two into a lube made fitting as he launched a fat-sectional butt-plug into her ass and then watched as the toy became consumed, right down to its base. “I'm taking nothing but this peachy ass of yours. You let Darius in your fucking hole! I can't believe you let another man into your ass and home. You CHEATING CUNT!” Caesar turned his eyes to Darius. “So what is this payback? Please!” She slapped his hand, took control of the toy and then proceeded to allow it to unctuously slip in and out of her accommodating ass. “I'll be ready for your ten. I got you! No matter how much you think you're gonna teach me some lesson…I can get with it!” Avanyah sputtered. Caesar pulled his cock out from his boxers and then removed the snaps of his dress shirt. “Fucking WHORE!” He jammed the plug deeper into her bunghole. His knuckles, curved over the base, managed to impact her cheeks as well, left her with a bit of a bruise. “You curse these bachelors and frats but you love the money. You're a whore and a fucking hypocrite. Solicit your ass and mine for dead presidents. GO ON GET IT!” She broke, never missing her concentration on Beau, churning her wrists as though she were grinding black pepper in rage. “Wonder who shaved you?” Caesar circulated her clitoris, felt as she broke into warm, cuntly juices ripe for the sapping. Caesar removed the plug again, mouthed Avanyah's ass, tossing her a five-star salad mix fitting enough to be served in Hell's Kitchen. He spat out some more. Doubled his fingers, plunged them deep into her ass and then pulled each one out, playfully. He flexed her cheeks apart in preparation for his tuberous steak, made her asshole wet and pliable. Caesar crouched hoveringly above her molded hole. Saw that her ass gaped slightly, accommodatingly beautiful. Her brown eye winked up at him, taunted his doggish existence. Caesar perched his swollen dome just outside her willing rim. He pushed, feeling her bunghole stretch open. He descended, having mounted Avanyah like a playground fixture. He sawed in and out of her ass. “Now I feel you got something to say!” She stuck her ass out to meet his thrusts. “Now you're going to watch me as I finish off your boss!” Avanyah laughed, trembled slightly as she reached into the bag that had been placed beside her and pulled out a bottle of peach syrup. “… time to slick things up a bit!” She squirted the liquid all over. She kept rubbing her heavies tauntingly. She slurped, jacked Beau sloppily and then dropped her melons on his spit-covered dick, pillowing him between her breasts. Avanyah squeezed his swollenness between her tits, wriggled it with slickness. Made it move easily. She gave him a royal tit-fuck, feeling him tensely against her thickly breasts. She sensed his quivering. Knew well of his certain spasms and swellings. Beau erupted in silence, spurting seeds. Out shot bubbles of pearly heat, coating her kisser and breasts; she smeared the liquid sex like lotion all over her breasts and then jiggled the jizz, smearing the remnants deep, matting his curly pubes. Avanyah turned around, still jerking Beau. “Boy!!!” She couldn't utter anymore. Caesar had inserted himself, showing nary a sign of empathy as he moved into her ass. From the corner of her peripherals, she made out Beau, clumsily moving off of the throne, tip-toeing around her body. “Get up there!” Caesar commanded, pulled out and then watched as she climbed onto the throne. She knelt one leg on the seat cushion, bent the other one over the left arm of the throne. Avanyah grasped onto the back of the chair, pressing her cum-soaked 40DDs against the upholstery. She wiped her mouth from the excess jizz and took in his reentry, opened her ass up to invite him again. Avanyah bucked back. She dropped her ass down as though it had been hydraulically fueled for performance. High or low he would find her as she revved. He followed her down and drove all of himself, all ten inches of his slim dick, deep into her asshole without a glimpse or show of reprieve. Caesar doubled his motions, speedily jamming his cock down to the balls, while his fingers played frenetically on her clit. “There it is…THERE IT IS…sssssAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Avanyah cried. She felt her husband's cock twitching and knew of its eventual release. It had to come undone as all beastly things are inclined. “Gimmie a minute…I don't want to nut just yet!” Caesar admitted, pulling out of his lady's pucker. She laughed. “What happened? Was I too much?” Her eyes weld-tight. She held a private session behind her lids. Caesar got up, pinched the bottom of his sacks with one hand; the tip of his dick with several spare fingers. He left her alone on the throne. Ass up in the air, exposed. Avanyah's asshole gawked at him, having been stretched into a gaping awareness. Caesar wrapped the excess slacking, having looped the chain sufficiently around his arm and hands. He walked closer to Avanyah's face, used his cock to smack a dab of light cum-streaks across the fat of her tongue. She licked him clean and then, with suddenness, she burst into heavy spasms. Her body then froze. Eyes bulge open in response to a set of heavy hands contouring her waistline. She tensed up in the chair but had minimal time to search for a face for Caesar had tightened the chain up close to her collar in order to keep her from looking back. The mysterious figure let go of his right hand. Avanyah felt the warm drizzle, sliding down the bottom of her spine. It then poured in abundance. She had heard the whacking sound and knew the bottle of peach syrup had been forced open. She could smell it. It ran all over her cheeks, coating her bunghole with its stickiness. The thick circumference of his fill summoned alert. It inched itself in deeper, pushing out her outer ring. Deeper, the searing probe broke, tearing through her inner ring. The right hand returned, pulled her closer. Caesar let the chain go. She was allowed to look behind her. “DAYUM MOOSE!” She cried. “FUCK!” She acknowledged the object of her anal impalement. She opened up her ass, slowly accommodating his girth. He'd only sunk in six inches of himself and had another eight to go. His circumference felt as though it was nearly two inches thick. She knew that taking in all of Moose's sculptured fourteen was a marathon task. She felt through his quiet grunts and quivering swollenness that he'd finish up soon. “I'll take it, I'll fucking TAKE IT!!!” She clinched her teeth, looked back at him, defiant against any lesson her husband thought to have been impressionably made. “MMMMMMmmmmmm!!” Bodily he shook himself into silence for several minutes. Moose pulled her hips closer into stillness, palming them as he emptied his sack's fluids into her bowels. She had taken in all of his massiveness. “AHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Orgasmic cries bellowed, ripped out of her throat. She moved to the rhythm of heavy gyrations. “I had to get the first one out!” He got up, stretched his back from having to position it awkwardly against hers adjusting to the minimal comforts of having sex on a throne. She rose, trickling streaks of thick syrup and nut cream from her freshly plowed ass. She could feel the concoction skating down the back of her thighs as she stood facing Moose. Avanyah reached behind to collect the juices. “See how much you came!” He shook his head from side to side. “I'm still not through with you!” He moved closer towards her. Avanyah took a few steps back, closer to a heart-shaped, ivory laced bed that had rested on an elevated platform. She tripped, falling onto the bed. She kept her eyes shut and could only feel Moose closing in and gripping her ankles. His warm mouth alternated its sucking on her unpolished toes. She could feel the sweat and stickiness of her back as it clung to the embroidered bed sheets. Moose spread her legs wide and apart. Avanyah's asshole appeared to have puffed out, near closing, requiring gap movements. Moose lowered his shaft into her slight-swollen hole. “EASY!” She flexed her palms against his shoulder blades, minimizing the smothering of his weight, all three-hundred plus pounds of him. He filled her ass halfway, scooped her ass up and held it while adjusting the spearing fill of his cock. He drove himself deeper, feeling her legs quiver to the tow. “Hold on! This shit's too fucking hot!” Caesar could no longer contain himself. He closed, wrapped his hand around her throat and then used two fingers to open her mouth wide. “Stay just like that!” Caesar watched her head reacting to the impulsive hammering of Moose's cock, sunk firmly down to the base. He'd torn a thick passage well and deep into Avanyah's ass. She broke, “AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! MY ASS FEELS LIKE IT'S BEEN RIPPED THE FUCK OPEN…DAYUMMM!!!” Caesar jerked, near bursting. Avanyah kept her head still; mouth clamped firmly; throat opened greatly, as he released streams of copious seeds. “Swallow it! I said all of it!” He pulled on her sweat-soaked hair, taking a handful of curls, extending every last follicle within his grasp- right down to her nappy roots. She matched his waves, drinking in all of his sex and husbandly being. She sapped up the bitter parts of him. “Tastes fruity!” She sucked her fingers, reducing him into a cubbish state of seeking nurturance. She felt his cock return to its flaccidness. “CUM FOR ME!” She sensed Moose's undoing. She stretched her ass out, screaming more obscenities from her defiled mouth. Her hair frizzled; eye-liner smeared resembling a deranged version of Lynn Whitfield. “It's fucking divine!” She cried. “OHHHHHHHHHH, I'M CUMMING, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” She bellowed and then felt Moose pull back after her orgasmic wave declined. Moose got up, watched as she slipped off the side of the bed and onto the hardwood stage. She lied on her back looking up at him as he scooped up her hips, held the crooks of her legs in his arms. She writhed, balancing on the high end of her back as Moose manipulated this position. He was good for a few thrusts. Moose plowed as well as he could, his grunts seem louder as he removed his thick cock and shot a stream that drizzled into her gaping hole. She flexed her rectal muscles so as to squeeze a fluent stream of spunk from her asshole. More fluidness trickled from his cock, gliding along the outer rim of Avanyah's pussy. The collected brew gathered at the apex of her twitching clit, forming a thick drop that had soon fallen. She collected it with her tongue as he pushed a few fingers in her mouth, sliding the jizz down her throat. Avanyah got up, collapsed onto the bed attempting to manage her breathing. Her legs were left trembling; belly churning; her pucker, throbbing. Moose paused for a moment and then simply zippered up, leaving quietly. He returned minutes later. “Somebody may want to see about Beau. I can't. I've got somewhere I have to be…but he's passed the fuck out!” “Darius,” Caesar interrupted his stroking. He descended the stage and walked over to where Darius stood. “I just wanted to let you know that everything is cool between us. This was nothing more than just our way of reenacting a fantasy.” “… yeah it was our first and last!” Avanyah said. Darius couldn't find the words to respond appropriately. He'd been taken aback from the carnalities displayed on stage. The liquor started to dissipate, slowly. “Listen, I need you to walk Beau home. We'll be here when you get back. He's only a few houses down just as soon as you make your way out of the lot. I've got some pampering I need to tend.” “Yeah, it's time for you to start jawing!” Avanyah announced. She summoned the bed to rotate. Caesar walked back and onto the stage where he moved between her legs to softly tongue her clit. She said nothing and kept her hand on her husband's bald dome, welcoming his mouth. She removed the collar and chain, snapped it around his neck. “DARIUS,” she screamed, partially induced by an orgasmic fill, “thanks for playing a part in my fantasy!” “Anytime!” He walked out of the lair and down the steps. Sure enough, when he approached the bar Beau's face had been passed out on a swivel chair. Darius scooped him up. “Beau, I need you wake up!” He smacked his face, watched him slowly stir into being. Darius adjusted the owner's arms around his, half-dragging his awkward body out the door. “We need to get you home!” “Whhhwhhooohhhhooo,” he moaned, somewhat asleep, “I can't…Terri's…kill me!” “Who's Terri?” “My wife…fuck it,” he straightened up, “We'll go home!” He grumbled. “I should've never gotten on that Greyhound!” Darius said half-jokingly. Together they crisscrossed the scarce-lit lot. In the back of his mind, Darius wondered how he would explain showing up at a stranger's front door sporting a hard dick and somebody's limp husband.