FAVOURING CHOLOLATE

It taunted him for weeks. Beneath the silky guise, in layers, Darius sensed Avanyah harbored an affinity for freakism. He'd come to respect the various flavors of such women, having been immersed in the customer service business for nearly five years. She came off churchly. Her entire demeanor appeared to have been stuck in Sunday mode. She wore little to accentuate her body's true sensuality. He wasn't fooled by the way she hot-combed her hair down straight or glossed her thick lips with light, earth-tone shines. She flaunted deep purple, press-on nails as though they were naturally grown. In an effort to highlight her chocolate skin tone, she wore a sepia powder base mostly caked on and around her widened nose. Her eyelashes were lightly blackened with a hint of rouge dusted sparingly on her high cheekbones. The high-cropped sweaters she sported revealed minimal cleavage. He eyed the retention of what appeared to him as 36 DD's of goodness, itching to burst out of the seams. Loose-fitted slacks and dress boots completed her wardrobe, accessorized by a black bible she clutched daily. Still, sexual tension managed to secretly exude from her skin. Avanyah's professional attire was conducive to the workplace. During the amount of time she trained under Darius', Serenity Cruise Lines affected strict regulations. Corporate demands nearly tripled in two months. The rash of firings continued to pour based on the slightest discussion of anything remotely sexual. Phone calls were heavily and randomly monitored. Network traffic slowed due to the installation of spy-type programs. Employees had to almost check their belongings at the door following an eight-hour shift. Big brother was watching. New codes circulated weekly based on parking lot interactions, shift breaks and overtime shrinkage. Coffee/cooler conversations were toned down to appropriated discussions on the measurement of bust lines. All of this spawned because two employees were found doggie-styling it out doors. The incident became so embedded throughout the work force that a security officer was terminated on the spot for having an “unidentifiable female” present in his car after work. This time an investigation took place to determine the identity of the second party. After-hour rumors claimed that this female was administering a blowjob, others circulated that it was nothing more than a simple hand job. Female suspects were released for arbitrary reasons, such as tardiness from breaks or shifts, low-quotas and the misappropriation of phone use. The focus turned to sales. Serenity Cruise Line offered a huge campaign during its hurricane season promotion. Avanyah was a quick study. She racked up in sales by using the honey-laden skills of her tone. She nearly phone-fucked her male clients into compliance and never once mentioned anything close to sexual. Saturday mornings produced the most profitable sales results. It was almost a requirement that all employees work the weekends. “Thanks for calling…” “Darius, hello, it's me…your next-cube neighbor.” “What's going on Avanyah?” “I got someone who wants to speak to you. I'll just drop the line right over, okay?” “Thanks, bye.” “Hello.” Darius intoned. “Hi Darius. What have you been up to?” “Deb?” “Good, you remembered my voice.” “I know it's been-what, a couple of months?” “Yeah.” “So how you figure I'm gonna forget your voice?” “I don't know…maybe I'm checking around to see if I've been missed. Just wanted to know if you had any bad feelings about me and Peyton picking up and dipping out.” “No, I just thought that we were tight enough that he would've said something, that's all.” “Us or him.” “Kinda both.” “Can still't get past the best damn blowjob you ever had?” She laughs. “I know, what's a brother to do? Where are you all at?” “We moved over to Jacksonville.” “How's Peyton?” “Fine.” “Love life going okay? You both seemed to have a lockdown on all that.” “Yeah, somewhat. I'm healing up this morning though.” “Why is that?” “He just put a hurting on me, real bad!” “Please tell me this wasn't a beat down.” Darius said half-jokingly. “No, it wasn't anything like that. Just going through some marathon sex and it ended with nine inches of his fat-black cock slammed into my ass. Down to the balls!” “Hey, easy on all that! They've been monitoring in the worst way!” “It hurts real bad. I couldn't even sit right. He just…” “Awww fuck it. Go on.” Darius relented. “Well, he just tore it up.” “Where were you positioned?” Darius glanced over to where Avanyah sat to see if his conversation was being heard. He noticed that she was on a call typing up a sales lead. “Missionary! Darius, he opened me up.” “Dayum!” He swiveled his chair halfway around, inspecting the room for eavesdroppers. “To top it off, he said after work he's taking my lilly-white ass again. And, the thing is, he wants to fuck it all week long. He's very big, like round-wise. He's just gonna end up ripping me up. I'll have to OD on Jack Daniels and weed just to get by.” “Oh stop the damsel in distress bit and just take it in the ass like a paratrooper.” “I'm trying but there isn't enough time for me to heal before he's at it again. It's sore. Why don't you try taking nine inches up to the hilt and then we can talk about changing professions.” “Alright, I gotta go. All I can say is it will get better. Throw some ointment on it or something and, I agree with your previous suggestion of Jack D & greenery.” “Why are you leaving so soon?” “C'mon now, why ask that question? I'm seated next to this fine new trainee. And, besides, I'm chancing having this conversation only because it borders on right to privacy, but I gotta go.” “Okay, okay, but watch out for Avanyah. She's the one I told you about. We've had some conversations that even made me blush.” “Get out!” “I'm serious. Anyways, I just wanted to say hello. I'm transitioning into another job that pays me like, $18. an hour. I want to leave your name as a reference. That okay?” “Yeah, anytime. Tell Peyton he better call my ass or something.” “I know he wants to talk to you but I think he's a little embarrassed because he feels he let you down. After all, you did help him get that job.” “It's all good. Just have him call me. Least he got his groove on going down…” “Don't remind me about that cunt, Lacey. There's more that I'll have to tell you about that one. I'll talk to you soon.” “Take care.” Darius dropped the headphone set on the counter. He needed to break himself for a moment to relieve his stiffness. Avanyah stood up, holding an empty cup she intended to fill up at the cooler. “She needs to get over it.” She spoke from the sides of her mouth. “What did you say?” Darius doubled back. “She should try having a ten and a half dick up her ass for over half an hour and then lie for hours regrouping.” “What…how did you? How much of the conversation…” “I just heard the part where she bitched about taking nine inches up the ass.” Avanyah spoke comfortably, having scanned the room for eavesdroppers. “You just shocked the fuck out of me.” Darius jaws fell. “Let me keep walking.” He turned around, as she was several feet behind him. “Is that what happened to you?” “Yeah…” She caught up. They paused before the entrance to the break room. “I don't know but why she just pissed me off. I asked her how everything was with Peyton. We were real cool. I mean, she could've told me, I would've helped her out.” She chuckled into a half-clinched fist. “So what, you wrote the book on Anal Sex & Recovery?” “Yeah, that's right, so start taking notes.” “Let me get to this men's room. I'll hit you up later.” “Don't stay there too long.” She laughed at the way Darius' eyes bulged, just before he pushed his way into the bathroom. Getting back to his seat, Darius nearly lost his seed coping with the visuals. Between the calls, he pinched his swollenness and decided to shoot Avanyah an email. Have U any idea what U jus did? DMFX Talk about it l8tr ACH Good then meet me at Bahama Breeze tonight after work… DMFX I don't know for sure just got this job gotta be careful ACH We're celebrating our success in sales. What's wrong witdat DMFX Fine but I wnt sm wings and we good. I get out at 12 tho ACH Got U. We'll talk B4…I'm there. DMFX Just go there I'll meet U soon as I get out ACH ****************************************************** Saturday nights at Bahama Breeze was always jumping. DJ Kalypso affected his island mix. The music accentuated the liquored ease felt by the crowd. At one point, a young frat boy found the wherewithal to haul two oversized ladies onto the dance floor. He soon found himself as the center filling of a vanilla moon-pie sandwich, as the healthy women smothered him with fluff and thickness, while an Elephant Man song muffled somewhere in the background. “Me get a long island Ice Teas and a basket of hot wings. I'll take one more once my company arrives.” Darius waited nearly 25 minutes before placing his order. “Very well.” The bartender spoke. Once the drink arrived, he downed the slender glass. The array of clustered nerves started to liquefy. Darius stared at the promotional Corona clock slightly hung over the entrance doorway. As time began to tunnel, his desires to fuck her increased. Should he be so blunt? After all the afternoon's allusion to anal sex was like carte blanche to posing such a proposition. Darius began to crunch down the ice chips. Ten minutes later, she crossed, smiling a mouth full of perfect teeth. “Hey.” “Good to see you finally here.” He arose from the stool, threw one arm around her waist and forgot about the near 45 minutes he spent waiting. “I just had to change up quick.” She looked exceptional in her tight black, low-cut spandex top. Her cleavage ran deep, penned up to the max. He hoped the right sort of conversation or the slightest, suggestive movement would stimulate overspill. She had on a cinnamon, wrap-around sarong that enticingly made him curious as to whether she wore underwear. Low, open-toe heels rounded off her ensemble. “Did you order my wings? I need a drink. I think I hit up eight sales tonight.” Avanyah interrupted his gaze, as she placed her purse on the counter. “The wings should be up any minute. I ordered them to compliment your taste and mine.” “And, what's that?” “Hot, baby, I ordered them hot.” “That's fine. You crazy,” she laughs, “what'cha having?” “I'm LIT!” “Glad to hear your feeling good, but what were you having?” “Long Island Tea. I'm feeling a'ight though. Yours is on its way.” “Good call.” The bartender greeted Avanyah, peeling his eyes away from the insides of her breasts. He flipped a few bottles around, danced and shuffled along the rubber matting on the floor. “How about Ms Merita pulled me into her office to chat.” She dipped into her purse to pull out a compact mirror. “What did she want?” “She wanted to give me props on being lead in sales for the month of November.” “Congrats.” “The same for you. If it wasn't for your assistance in training and leads, I wouldn't have gotten the bonus.” Her eyes fixed on the compact mirror. “I'm just glad to see you coming into your own.” “Darius, there's something I've been meaning to ask you…what's your background?” She snapped the mirror shut. “I'm Cape Verdean, why?” “A Cape what?” “Cape Verdean. Now you're going to have me spit out a geography n' history lesson all rolled into one. Ten islands off the coast of West Africa, predominately a mix between African and Portuguese. The language spoken is Criolu.” “I thought you were Spanish.” “Yeah that's what I usually get, but, no, I'm 110% island freak.” “Mmmmm. Anywho, the reason I asked is because your name came up during a meeting I had with the supervisor, Ms. Merita.” “Here we go.” “No, it's all good she just said that she can sense something strong between us. She doesn't want it to affect our jobs.” Avanayah smiled and intentionally leaned over to give the bartender a closer glimpse of her set. “Charles,” she read the name off of his tag, “They're all natural.” She laughed. Darius turned away for a moment. “Would…y-y-y-ou l-l-ike to get a tab started?” Charles stuttered while setting down the drinks. “That'll be fine.” Darius chuckled. “See what you did to my man?” He moved closer to Avanyah's ear. “You got him all worked up and spilling all kinds of drinks!” “It's okay, sweetie! Anywho, I was saying,” Avanyah pouted her lips while addressing Charles. “I just gotta say that your sexy as fuck.” Darius broke. “And, this drink is probably giving me all the courage I need to fess up, but there it is.” She grilled him suspiciously before emptying out the contents of her glass. “Darius, come closer.” She curled her finger. “Don't you think I feel it too? We got good chemistry or whatever. But, I'm a say the same thing as I told Merita- “You got a man.” “Yes.” “Let me guess, it's the same guy who fucked you in the ass with a ten and a half inch cock?” “Actually, it's eleven inches. I remembered that we both measured it. Look at you? You just go on and let the liquor tell it.” “How long have you been with him for?” “Eight years. His name is Caesar and we're sort of engaged.” “Yeah, but you don't wear any evidence.” “That's because we're on again one minute and off again the next. He know how to love this, please believe me.” “How hard?” Darius instantly went rigid. “Are you back to me getting my ass pounded?” “Of course. How hard was it? C'mon now, you're hot. You know it. It's evident in your sway and facial expressions. You're too aware of your sensuality and you flaunt it when the environment is ripe to accommodate you.” “After like months you finally came to this conclusion?” “Ummm…no and yes. I've wanted to get with you from the first moment I saw you. But, I'll respect that you have a man even though you're not so sure of where this relationship is taking you.” “But I still love him. I know you're cringing to fuck my ass, but we made vows.” “Hold up, you're not married to him.” “No, but I'd like to keep my word sacred. I can't give you my ass Darius, because it belongs to him.” “How long y'all been together?” “Almost ten years…see I was 15 when I first met him.” “Ohh really, well when was the last time you saw him?” “Three weeks ago. He came down for Thanksgiving.” She smiled at Charles, who had just placed down a basket of hot wings & fries. “When was the last time you heard from him?” “Same time. We fight really bad, it's like we always do. He does the same thing whenever the heat gets too much, he goes over to Virginia to stay with his peeps. I ain't mad at him cuz I know he'll be back. I tried calling him up but he just doesn't want to be bothered with me for now. So I figured I'd concentrate on school and work until he comes around, cause believe me, he'll come around. “ “What did y'all fight about?” “I don't know…some stupid shit. He wanted some money from our joint account so that he can buy some motorbike. I was hoping he caught the hint and would buy me a ring or something.” She started to talk with a mouth full of hot red sauce collected at the corners of her lips. “It was vicious though.” “The fights?” “Yeah…but, no, I'm talking about how he pounded it for over half an hour, and deep.” She grew excited at the faces Darius made. “You're a trip! Totally threw me the fuck off.” “I'm more than just a trip. I'm a journey, remember that.” “Did you cum?” “A little bit. I liked it. But, I just wished that he worked my pussy a little bit more. He was just happy to drill my ass.” She switched the degrees of her lips from a frown to a smile, evident that the light-headedness had just begun. “And what about you?” She returned. “What do you mean?” “You act like you ain't never fucked any woman up the ass. Don't you have a story to tell?” “Yes, but I won't get into it. It's painful. In fact, this time of year reminds me of her. She loved Christmas.” “What's her name?” “Estelle…but we don't have to go there. We were married for seven years.” “Get you anything else?” Charles offered. “Yeah, we'll have another round.” Darius flipped his Visa card on top of the counter, blew a sigh of gratitude for the interruption and watched Avanyah scoff the hot wings down. “Anywho,” she sucked her fingers. “It only happened once with him. That was like two months ago.” “How did he cum?” “Deep in my ass. I was leaking for hours.” “You're killing me. Was it the only time you ever had anal sex?” “No, I had this white boy, actually, he was my first.” She finished slurping the ice tea. “I need another drink. How much time do we have?” “Let me guess, Caesar knew about it and that's why he pounded you the way he did.” “Yeah, he kept saying, 'I'm a put this big black dick so deep in ya that you won't smile right for weeks, bitch!' She became serious. “Sorry, I know how we men can get territorial, especially over some succulent piece of ass, not that you wouldn't have any other outstanding attributes.” “You're funny.” She jumped up, startled by the sounds of her beeper. “I got a make a phone call over there by the ladies room. Give me a minute.” Darius felt the intoxicating affects swim around in his dome. Occasionally, she taunted, shot fuckme eyes over towards him while twirling the phone cord. “Fuck it!” He said to himself as he rose off of the stool to confront her. The pay phone section was conveniently located in a cubby spot to ensure privacy. Darius took advantage of this dim lit section. He cornered her up against the wall just as soon as she finished up the conversation. “Now that I'm right here.” He pressed his print up against her belly. “What'chu gonna do?” She eyed him for a second before gravity eased their mouths into meeting. The deep kiss sent her swiftly into forgetfulness. The two had no regards for the patrons circling them, en route to the restrooms. Avanyah released. “I don't think we should've done that.” “Done what? Maybe I need to be reminded of just what it was like.” He kissed her again. “Tastes like hot sauce.” “What do you know about what I taste like?” “There?” He moved his hand beneath her skirt. “Or here?” He kissed her again. “Let's go, unless you want another drink.” “Where are we going? Darius, I don't want-” “Don't worry about it. Let's just have some fun.” “Damn, Darius…those lips.” “Baby, you haven't even come close to knowing the skills I possess in using them.” “I want to find out, but that's it.” “So all you want is for me to eat your pussy?” “Yeah, why not?” “And, suddenly you forget about your man?” “I told you that I wouldn't give you my ass. I said nothing of you tasting my pussy but I need another drink.” She staggered off balance. “No more Long Islands…get me something peachy.” “Done.” He dragged her by the hand, “Charles can you fix me something potent with peach schnapps?” He hurriedly placed the order. “I'm anxious to find out, tell me Ms. Georgia Thang, does your pussy taste like peaches?” “That all depends on whether you've sipped from my drink.” “My guess is that it does and you come naturally flavored.” “You're stupid.” She laughed. Soon, her eyes widened at the drink placed in front of her. She followed the intent of Charles' gaze fixed on her bust line. “Can you give us a moment Charles? We have a sit-chee-a-tion to discuss here.” Avanyah placed her hand beneath her low cut blouse to allow cool air to circulate. She popped an audible kiss, blew it in Charles' direction. “Sure!” He scurried over to the other side of the bar. “Last call!” “You hear what my man Charles just called for, right?” “Yeah” “Alright, so let's hurry the fuck up.” “What'chu mean?” “I mean, let's get outside so that I may flavor you. Take that trip over to orchard lane, baby. So let's down the drink, I'm horny as fuck.” “Just say you want to eat my pussy, okay? Never mind all that poetic stuff…though it sounds nice. I don't know what I'm saying…” “Just finish up that there drink of yours and I'll match you slurp for slurp. That's what I'm saying. Think it's time you've had your peaches creamed.” “I need a new straw!” She reached over for a fresh-wrapped straw and popped the crinkly wrap open. “Can you feel this?” Avanyah blew out a tunnel of air that danced warmly on Darius' chin. “Sort.” She sucked the contents of her drink down but kept the straw in her mouth so that she could entice Darius all the more. “I'm ready.” On queue, Charles collected the credit card and ran it through. Avanyah happened to notice that her subservient bartender had amassed a pole. “Thank you,” she smiled, pouted her lips in an effort to balance her sense of sensuality with the slight senselessness she acquired. “Alright, thanks my man.” Darius said to Charles as he exited the bar. He held the door open so that Avanyah could sashay her fine ass out the door. *********************************************************** The night's breeze awaited them. Darkness fell over the lot, wide open and randomly lit. It was the just the occasion to entertain whatever lewdness they yearned on this full moon evening. Somewhere over by an adjacent complex, Darius parked his car. “How are you feeling?” He queried. “I'm fine. I'm just feeling nice but nothing that's going to give me problems driving.” “Okay let's just take it over to my car.” “I don't know.” “C'mon, we're right there.” “Alright, I'll be straightforward, I have a call to get back to…let's just make it quick.” “I figured something was up-” His words were silenced by the gravitational urge their mouths required. Simultaneously, they moved to indulge in a spirited kiss. Much tongue. “Nice Cutlass!” She broke away in an effort to cope with the pursuant heat. What kinda music you got? “ “Some Beanie Man…” He tongued her. “Brian McKnight.” He broke away. “And Mariah.” He made a move to open the passenger's side and decided to grind her from behind. “Your dick feels hard.” “Ohhh yeah, and how wet are we?” Darius' fingers snaked beneath the front of her dress where he penetrated the panty lining, snapping the thong for good measure. Her body collapsed, as she kept her back pressed against his thickness. “Your place?” He caressed her oval-shaped ass. “Depends on your pussy-eating skills.” She stretched her neck so that she could mouth him wetly with kiss. Again, he sunk his fingers into her sopping sex. Then tickled her clit with his index. “I'm masterful. I believe in having intensity in what I do.” He felt her hot breath on his neck, moved his fingers to the knuckles. “You got me hard listening to your story, so, yes. I'll say I'm horny enough to tear your pussy up with my mouth.” “This is crazy. You come off as so professional and the minute we drive two miles away from work you come off freaky and what not.” “You inspired me, baby. What more can I say?” “I want it here. Right over there, actually.” “By the shrubs?” “Yes.” He pulls her over to the shrubbery aligned on the forefront of a bordered wall, separating the neighboring complexes. Darius placed a hardened kiss, which consisted of mostly tongue, just before he moved down south. His swift hands pulled her panties down and in no time he found his face buried deeply into her mound. He sought the meaty folds and suckled each labium with vigor. He backed her body flush against the ceramic wall, interchanging his index with middle fingers. “AHHHHHHH!!!!” She immediately squeezed out a healthy O. The fill of her fluid drenched the flickering of his tongue, dancing along the surface of her clit. He relished in the vulnerability she exposed. Darius readjusted his squat position for the right angle to immerse his fat tongue between her inner skin sheets. He scooped out the ample nectar she exuded. Avanyah lacked the wherewithal for speech. She placed her hand onto his shoulder blade, while balancing her right leg between the crook of Darius' neck and shoulder. She rightly skeet the juices that left his face glazed. He doubled up on his fingers' speed and felt her body jelly slowly into quivering layers. The scent of her sex embedded deeply into his nostril. He continued to suckle the flesh until she trembled after twenty minutes and nearly five intense orgasms later. Hair undone. Blouse unbuttoned low. Make-up smeared throughout her face and his. In a brief respite, he placed her hand on his cock, though she hadn't the sense to command any sort of dexterity. It only took a few guided jerks with his left hand, as he kept strumming her clit with his right. She trembled beside him as he shot out white firings in the dark. “FFFFUUUCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!! “AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” She masked an ugliness that contrasted her looks. “I gotta go!” She regained her breath, pulled up her panties and wobbled away. “I can't take anymore.” She crisscrossed the parking lot clumsily over to where she parked the car, taking space from him. “You sure you alright to drive?” “I'm not drunk.” She shouted across the lot. “I'm fine. Just gotta go!” He circled briefly over to her cherry-red Coupe De Ville. She paused for a moment searching deftly for the engine key. Darius motioned so that she could roll her windows down. “Are you sure you're okay?” “I'm three minutes away and fine.” “Alright, you sure you don't need me to follow you?” “No!” “Alright then, have a good night.” She spoke nothing. Started up her engine and drove off. He sniffed the scent of her sex on his fingers and smiled. Nutmeg? Allspice? Something! He knew damage was afflicted in the good kind of sense, as it was evident that she would be driving home under the influence of trembling thighs. From the Chronicles of Darius Flesher: Twenty-four hours later, she lingered. The scent of Avanyah's womanliness left him restless. Cunnilingus alone would not be enough to satiate Darius' fix for anal indulgence. Compelled, he yearned to have fill of her fluidity and savored fruit. He continued to unravel before her, unveiling naked, his vulnerability. She devoured every bit of his conscious. Every crevice of her image remained indelibly linked to his mind's sex chamber. Darius spent most of the night drowning in a marathon of OZ on HBO. He broke into Sunday morning and had hardly the time to scoop up the Sunday paper. He picked up a dozen of Krispy Kremes and a ticket for speeding along the way. *** The Message *** “Hey Avanyah, I just had to hit you up. I'm here at work, organizing the leads. I'll be here for a couple of hours. Don't ask me how I copped your digits. Just wanted to a leave a…” “Hello?” Her morning tone broke. “Whoa! I wasn't expecting you to pick up. Good, I'm glad I got you! Sorry, if I woke you up though, you sound sleepy.” “Hold on, I have to turn the answering machine off.” She cleared her throat and returned. “Umm…no, it's cool.” “Are you sure?” “Don't worry about it. So, who taught you how to access the phone system, Deb?” “How did you-” “Ohhh, I taught her how to manipulate the files?” “Must say, it's crafty and definitely grounds for getting fired.” “Fuck 'em!” She ghettoed. “Which reminds me, what happened to you last night?” Darius mumbled. “I had a hard time getting home, that's what happened to me. My legs kept shaking and I was praying that the cops wouldn't pull me over.” “Yeah, it would be shitty having to bail you out for DUI.” “I'll tell you this much, it wasn't the liquor that made me drive crazy.” “It was just dirty deeds done in the dark of dark. What was a brutha supposed to do? You tease me with all that talk about having your backside plunged. Why would you not expect some cause and effects?” “Stop blowing up your spot. You're good, but not that terrific.” Avanyah laughs. “It's just that your licker is mighty potent. I'll give you that.” “Well I try,” he feigned modesty, “I do try.” “Thank God my sister answered the door last night cuz I couldn't find my keys. I had to put up with her asking me questions all night.” “My bad, I didn't mean to stir up shit.” Darius could no longer hold back laughter. “What an accomplishment. I feel honored. What did she question?” “She wanted to know where I was.” “You're a grown woman.” He defended. “No doubt, it's just she wasn't trying to hear all that. 'Sides, it was too late for that shit.” “Let me guess, she knows your man.” “You can say that. He's her brother-in-law, but you don't have to worry about her.” “Why's that?” “Who do you think taught me to be so freaky?” She lingered into a laugh. “So what you're telling me is that it's a family trait.” “Yeah, you should hear my mama talk.” “Ever thought of starting your own documentary, pitching it to Playboy TV? “Yeah. We can call it The Confessions of Chocolate Peach.” “Tastes perfect.” “That's because it was grown right.” Avanyah chuckled. “My mom's straight up Baptist but she'll have you told about yourself in a heartbeat. She doesn't hold tongue. She's got a good man but she constantly says, 'if it wasn't for good sex old folks would dry to dust…sex keeps a woman young, wet and hard to forget.'“ “Sounds like southern folk-talk.” “Yeah, but don't get it twisted, she's a kitty. I wish I could spend more time with her but she works too damn hard.” “What does she do?” “Nursing.” “What about your sister?” “Please, she doesn't have much of a profession working up at the Starcross Motel, or much to say about anything, especially when she's caught out there with a dick in her mouth or in her coochie… everyday. I swear she fucks a daily dose of vitamin dick. That's why sometimes I have to leave the house just so I don't catch them moaning or screaming. And would you believe she'll come out of the room ass naked just to tell me how good it was?” “Even with your mom in the house?” “Well, they use to do it a lot when she was around but one day she snapped. We were at the beach and when we got back to the car, they left behind a cum-soaked towel in the backseat. My mom said it smelled like beach feet and leaking cooch up in the car.” Avanyah laughs. “Anywho,” she continues, “she embarrassed them in front of my nana, threatened to dump the icy cooler water at them. Now they just wait until she's gone to carry out loud. Nothing stops those two from fucking.” “God bless!” “Hey, I gotta flavor to ask of you. Tell me, what are you doing later on, like in about an hour or so?” “Flavor?” “You know what I mean.” “Yeah, I know what you mean. See, I can flavor you, baby.” He proceeded to affect a smooth DJ voice. “See, I got this taste just sticking to my palate and on my lips… I can almost taste the peachy tang of your pussy. And, it's strong because I brushed twice, hold up…I just put my finger up to my nose and sure enough, I can still smell your flavor! Sweet Georgia Peach. “He pops his lips for added measure. Avanyah's laughter was more of disbelief. “It's chocolate peach, but, for real, Darius, last night was the bomb! I'll be truthful I'm sort of mixed up about all this. That's why I was kinda hoping we'd talk, which brings me back to the FAVOR!” “Yes, the favor. What is it?” “I just gotta change this dress over at Macy's. My brother-in-law is working on my brakes so it won't be ready for a while. I figured maybe you can scoop me up.” “Where you at?” I'm right off of Clemmens Young Hwy on 60 Derby Ave. You down? “ “South?” “Yes.” “No baby,” he flicked on his naughty mode, “I was referring to whether you wanted me to head down south and work a lil' summin'!” “Thought you meant South on Clemmens…no, that's not happening today. Is that your only reason for wanting to help a sistah out?” “No, I can be there inside an hour. Just let me sort out the leads. I actually know my way through that area. You're like, past the intersection from Admiral Young Highway.” “Yeah, okay, I'll be waiting.” “See you then.” Darius released his breath. *** Sunday's Afternoon Lewd Session *** Darius knew all ends of Southern-town heights, an infamous locale for herb peddlers. It was the very section he used to re-hydrate his herbal spells. Admiral Young districts earned reputations for the many accidents caused along the intersections. Traffickers, in an attempt to avoid red-light hijackers, made up a high percentage of fatal wrecks. However, on this Sunday afternoon things were quiet. He pulled into the Piney Hill subdivision. It was easy to spot the suburban, one-family dwelling. The lavender shade stuck out. He curbed up before the garage entrance. Upon exiting his car, he noticed a pair of Timberland boots sticking out of Avanyah's cherry-red Coupe De Ville. The husky brutha wheeled himself from beneath the car, stood up and stretched his back. “What's up? I'm Antonio.” He started to wipe his arms with a rag that extended from his back pocket. He offered an elbow. “Don't mind me, hands dirty.” “That's a'ight, I'm Darius.” He returned the elbow shake. “Alright, Vanyah told me about you. But, I think I know you from somewhere else. Bernard's crib, right?” “Yeah, but this subdivision looks familiar. I know I was out here once. I was riding shotgun with Bernard.” “That's right. I hit you up with summin'…okay. So, I heard you here to see Ginny, right?” “It's something like that.” He lied, knowing nothing, figuring Avanyah covered up somehow. “You look like you have a lot more to do.” Darius redirected. “You mean to fix these here breaks…not long, 'cept I think we got ourselves a new problem, the axle is slightly cracked. I'm not trying to have my sister-in-law killed out there. The sooner I can fix it is tomorrow.” “Hey boo who we got out here?” She interrupted as she walked in through the back of the garage. Sunlight carved out her thickness and deep-hazelnut brown complexion. She appeared braless beneath an oversized Pac T-shirt. Her forty-something breasts held firm and Darius suspected that she wore no panties. He removed his eyes away so as not to disrespect Antonio. The seconds Darius scanned her image into his mental-photo shop was good enough. “Don't mind me, I'm Lillian, 'Vanyah's sister. You here to meet with Ginny, right?” “Ummm, yeah,” Darius reflected back to the image of her slope hips and horse-thick thighs, sticking out of the shirt. They were proportioned near perfectly. She boasted a southern ripeness that was obviously passed onto her younger sister, shades lighter. Of the two, Lillian had more of a self-sensual awareness. , while sipping on a mason cup filled with homemade iced coffee. “Look, I'm trying to be hospitable and what not, see to it that we get some smokes out here.” Antonio commanded. “Negro…don't!” She sashayed closer to her husband, while fisting a cup of iced-coffee in a mason jar. She stuck her hand up to his face. “Anyway…” She returned to Darius. “'Vanyah's talking to her finance. She'll be out in a moment…” “Bitch…did I say about the smokes?” “Already got it, calm your sacks!” Lillian sashayed away from him and kicked off her pink sandals. Antonio grabbed her by the elbow. “Don't grab me like that!” She started off loudly and then trailed into a discussion they quickly moved into the corner of the garage. It reminded Darius of animal aggression born out of sex and climate. A struggle faced between love, control and the need to control love. “Excuse us!” Antonio shouted. They returned seconds later. “Got you out here carrying about in front of some company, come on now!” Antonio's chuckled to conceal the tension that had been transparent. “Darius, you smoke out, right?” Antonio's words seemed to reverberate off the porcelain sink where he washed his hands. “Depends on the moment…now seems about right.” “Well good! We fittin' to do this then. Baby…fire up some breakfast!” Antonio cried. Lillian pulled the front of her shirt down to remove a beefy sized blunt that had once fit snugly between her pillowed breasts. “Gotta lighter?” “There you go.” Antonio tossed it over. As Lillian turned around to face the garage door, Darius momentarily scoped out her curvaceous body, right up until she leaned up against the built-in cabinet rack. She sported a healthy dumper. “So, is it Daryll?” She queried. “It's Darius!” He corrected. “Sorry sweetie. How long you been knowing Avanyah?” She played with the translucent-white lighter. “We work together that's all.” “Nothing else there partner?” Lillian smiled. “No, I just helped train her. She's been doing fine in racking up sales and what not.” Darius affirmed. “I'm sure she told you that she has a man.” She warned igniting a cherry's red at the tip of the blunt. “I already know about all that.” Darius nodded, slightly wavered. “Yeah,” Antonio interrupted, “she goes with my baby brother.” “You guys grilling me?” Darius defended. “Ain't nothing like that bro,” Antonio retrieved the blunt from Lillian. “You a trustworthy guy and I happen to know you and Ginny will get along just fine.” “That's what I'm hoping.” Darius looked at his watch half-anxiously. “Good job with the roll, boo-boo!” Antonio spoke with the air still trapped in his lungs. He passed the blunt to Darius and leaned over to where Lillian stood. They exchanged a shotgun blow and passed it on. Darius drew in the piney smoke for a moment. He watched as they transitioned into a mouthy kiss. “I'm looking forward to meeting Ginny!” Darius spoke as he released the smoke from the corners of his lips, knowing nothing of this woman's identity. “Can't wait til we head to Jamaica.” Antonio pulled away from Lillian. “Heard its beautiful.” “He just wants to fuck out by that sex place. I keep telling his ass that this ain't no Sodom and Gomorrah shit!” Lillian inhaled the blunt. “It doesn't have to be about Hedonism.” Darius laughed, sensing the affects of the herbal enlightenment. “The fuck you talkin' bout…last thing I'm gonna be a part of is some white girl sucking on your dick. Yeah, you looking at me strange, but, Darius…” She turned to face him with bloodshot eyes. “He into all kinds of crazy shit like that. It's all them pornos he be watching.” Lillian, having inhaled half of the blunt, passed to Darius. “Look, I ain't trying to have you ruin my high, woman. Slow your roll down, Lill.” Antonio closed. “Ya know what, I know what this is about, I'ma check on Avanyah. She got company holed up here and, baby…” she fell distracted, “let me holla at you for a minute.” Lillian grabbed Antonio's hand. “Hey brah, you go ahead and finish this up. We got some sexin' to tend.” “Damn right,” Lillian assured. “Daryll, I'll let her know you're waiting.” Twenty minutes passed and Darius became fidgety. He tried to enter the home through the garage's entrance but the door was locked. He rang the bell but there was no answer. He took two more swats of the blunt roach before he noticed a video camera resting on a top cabinet shelf. He removed it and pressed play. The video's entry read: Saturday, May 22, 1:35 a.m. It was close to the moment where Darius had ravaged Avanyah's pussy outdoors. The first sequence showed Lillian positioned on all fours. The lens zoomed closer to capture the image of her pussy. Thick fleshy lips dangled from her bush. She stood in the same position until the angle pulled back. Antonio's twin digits immersed Lillian's ass, deeply. He then guided his pulsating lance, cautiously embedding himself deeper into her ass. He squatted onto a lip portion of the footboard. Nothing detracted from the pounding Lillian was about to receive. “Go on and take it!” Antonio slowly increased. “Baby, EASY!” She grimaced. “WHAT?” He ignored. “AYYY!” “Thought so!” Antonio's hands filled of her enormous breasts. “I KNOW YOU DON'T WANNA BE NO DEAD FUCK…MOVE THAT SHIT!!!!” He hollered. “OHHH YOU POUNDING YOUR COCK IN MY ASS…IT'S DIVINE ANTONIO, IT'S DIVINE!” The camera shook with volatility. Antonio plowed without relent. His cock plunged rapidly in and deep. Lillian's anus sucked up all of his eight inches plus. He removed himself, shot a load that filled up her crack, sleeking down to her buttocks and thighs. The camera angle zoomed in as he rubbed his thumb over the slightly, gaping anus. He paused to admire the sticky glob… “YEAH, THAT WAS THE SHIT!” He then reinserted himself. “I'm ready to fill you up some more.” “The fuck you are.” She moved away and up towards the top of the bed. She then lied onto her back. The camera panned on her face. Her eyes watered black-eyeliner streaks. She took a slight breath and then returned. “Time for you to start jawing down there, brutha man!” Antonio spun her around. “Bitch, you gonna take this shit. We can get to all the pussy eating you want later. I'm not finished with your ass!” Again, Antonio rubbed his cock along her puckered anus. He rubbed a bit more and decided to turn the camera's focus on his face. He narrates: “We been doing this her for a little while but now we fittin to get back into this. By the time your done looking at this…baby back here will have an open tunnel fit for this here traveler.” “That's right, cuz it's my dick so never mind all that talking…GO ON AND FUCK MY ASS! STOP TALKIN' YO SHIT TO THE CAMERA!” Lillian cut her eyes savagely and offered up her tender hole. She continued to lie missionary. Antonio obliged her where she stretched. He slid his thickly cock back into her much more yielding ass. He threw her legs up with one hand so that he could work a bottom's grind. He removed most of his body, while still immersed in her ass. The camera wobbled briefly, Antonio managed to secure the missionary footage. He sped up his thrusts and pulled her body closer to him so as to accommodate his cock's fill of her ass. Darius set the camera onto a face-level shelf. This image alone sent Darius reeling his fingers before his zipper, wondering if he should release his repressed cock. “DARIUS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Avanyah walked to find him rubbing the tip of his cock through his jeans. “Put that back up on the shelf. I have some things to talk to you about!” “Ohhh…” Darius was startled into humility. “I was about to ask you what you thought of my sister and her husband until I got out here to find you almost jacking off to their private home video. A minute later and you would've been shooting your sperm all over my garage.” She laughed, redirected her feelings. “It's okay. I've already seen the tape this morning. Lillian showed it to me.” “I don't know what to say…I was about to leave.” He walked away from the shelf. “Yeah, after you shot up…no, I don't want you to go! I was just on the phone with Caesar. We had a big blow out. I was trying to get things squashed. I think you better get some spray or put that joint away.” “Hold up, I want you to see what you've done to me.” He closed his body space inches away from her and closed the door behind them. He jerked her body towards him, closer, so that she could feel the engorged cock pressed flatly against her belly. “I just wanted you to eat my pussy.” She seemed mildly affected. “You're making too much out of it. I was straight with you from the beginning.” “Alright, well now that I've made you climax repeatedly, when am I gonna get mine?” “When I got in last night, I still trembled. I set my bags on the table and was ready to hit the fridge when I noticed that I had cum stains on my sleeves. I think you got yours. However, I would like to see it again. I was, let's say, too disoriented and happened to miss it.” “Hold up. I end up flavoring you and now you're telling me all you want to do is watch?” “Why, is it because that's what's safest for you?” “Darius, never mind. It just gets me off. I may not be ready but…I don't know. I just want to see you masturbate for me. It would excite me.” “Let me just have you. It would be one fuck and that's it! You can go back to your man and we're cool.” Darius promised. “No, I just want you to do that for me.” She unzipped his pants, reached down for his swollen dick and fisted it. She then guided his own hand and tongued his mouth gently and stepped away from him. The erratic seeds swam in his sacks, promising near eruption. He flashed back to the home video. He ventured back to reality. His hands felt up her lime green stretch-blouse. Her breasts, ever taut and sweet, he noted, were slightly smaller than Lillian's. Avanyah rubbed Darius' back, coupled the sensation with soft kisses over his top lip. He sensed his thickest vein starting to throb. He hadn't the luxury of time any longer. Swiftly, Darius' pushed her shoulders down and offered his cock into her awesome mouth. She opened up half-heartedly but all it took was one quick stroke before he shot a heavy glob that coated slightly above her upper lip. The rest of his fiery shots coated her face. Her hair, straightened slightly to the side, matted with pearly beads embedded in her nappy roots. Massage for the scalp. He trembled. “Damn that was like a river!” “Mmmmm, I know, hand me that towel over by the sink.” Avanyah squinted. “I got some in my eyes.” “So what about the phone call?” He throws hands the towel over. “Thanks…I spoke with Caesar like I told you.” She titled her head to the side. “Do you know you got cum in my ear?” She wiped. “Sorry!” “He wants me to move out over to West Virginia. He promises that we'll get married and all that but I'm not trying to get into it since he and I can't stop fighting. I don't want to get things started because I can tell that if we were to hook up our feelings would be very strong. You don't deserve this. You know what I mean? SHIT!” Avanyah jumped. “What's the matter?” “It's Ginny, she's here. Look over at the garage window.” “That girl…I can't make out her face. I see a Toyota Tercel.” “That's her car. That's the thing I was trying to tell you about. I'm moving in with him. I wanted someone nice for you. A good woman, it will help me to know that you got hooked up. I gotta go into the bathroom to clean up. Try and keep her entertained for a moment. You may not want to restart that blunt in your hand. “ “I'm playing Russian right now,” Darius smiled, “If she's into me. She'll accept the fact that I'm hiding nothing, except that nothing happened in this garage or a parking lot as far as we're concerned, right?” “Yeah, we need to make sure that bullet will never finds the chamber…I gotta go though.” “Okay, before you do, what she's like? I mean that's the intriguing…” Darius' words drifted back to himself. Avanyah had left the garage. He heard the doorbell and could make out Antonio's voice. He was about to relight the leftovers when Lillian interrupted. “Mind, if I get a hit of that?” This time she wore a velour-jogging suit. Her hair was wet and leaked of showered beads. The door slammed behind her. “I smelled that shit all the way in the house.” “I'm trying to finish this up but I'm so torn up.” Darius chuckled. “Trust me, you look it. I also wanted to come out here and school you on a little something. I know my baby sister better than anyone else. I can tell she's washing up in that bathroom for some reason. And, I know you, Darius are that reason, but you need to forget about my baby sister. She's got a lot going on for herself. I think you would be a good man so I won't mention that your jeans got some spots. I can only guess that it's from the video tape you were just watching or you and 'Vanyah got a little freaky up in here. “ “What do you mean video?” Darius defended. “The tape carriage popped out. You must've fast forwarded it.” “Didn't see a thing.” He smiled. “It's okay! I won't say a word about anything. Do me one though…” “What's that?” “Do Ginny right!” “You want me to…” Darius gestured naughtily. “No, she's a good girl. Let her stay that way and appreciate what she gives you.” “I don't even know her yet.” “You will because she's all you.” Darius passed the blunt over to Lillian. He took a few steps away and then paused before the sink and mirror. He released a long ganja stream that quickly fogged up his reflection. “That remains to be seen.” He hustled with his identity. “That remains to be seen.”