Chocolate Flava (Chocolate Flava 1)

“Dini, stop teasing me. Do you want this to happen or what?”

I started fucking the shit out of his face. I placed my left hand in a push-up position and gripped the headboard with my right hand. I tried to suffocate him. X’s entire face was covered with my juice. I guess I got a little mack in me ’cause I started yelling, “You feel how I wanna be fucked? You feel it? You best drink this shit like water!”

X was in the zone. He was slurping it up. He licked me from the top of my ass crack all the way to the roof of my pussy. He rolled me over and pulled me down to the edge of the bed. He got on the floor and put my thighs on his shoulders. He was licking my clit and massaging my pussy lips with his index finger and thumb. I felt my pussy contract and I knew I was getting ready to cum. As I was having the ultimate orgasm, cum shot out of me and landed on Xavier’s face.

“Damn, I ain’t never came like that!” I screamed.

We caught some sleep and when I woke up, he was gone. “Oh, hell no!” I ran down the steps fastening my robe, wearing one slipper, ready to run his ass down in my car for hitting and quitting. I was gonna decide when this was over, not some knucklehead nineteen-year-old. I heard the microwave timer go off and I poked my head in the kitchen. “Xavier, what are you doing down here at three in the morning?”

“Damn, Dini. I just got hungry! I was going to wake you up but you were knocked out.”

I unfastened my robe and sat on the kitchen table. “Why don’t you just help yourself to some of me?” I know the line was tired, but I just had to take another go at the dick.

“Get on your tummy and let me make you feel good,” he said.

I happily obliged. He got on top of me, making sure not to crush me with his weight. He wasn’t built like his brother. He was squatty, thick, and felt like he weighed at least two hundred pounds. He gently parted my ass cheeks and slid his mammoth dick inside my still soaking-wet pussy. “Eww, work that shit, baby….” Because we both knew the table was going to break if we went all out, X took it slow, filling me up inch by inch. He pulled my legs apart and kept his straight. The kitchen table started creaking as X started winding his hips. I started feeling it till I damn near blacked out. We were warping my parents’ table until four in the morning. His thrusts started getting deeper and deeper. He grabbed my tits and licked the back of my neck.

Slipping in and out of consciousness, I could hear X whisper, “Dini, thank you…thank you, baby, for letting me inside of you. Damn, you feel so good. Shit, Dini, shit!”

Mama DuBois had taught the baby DuBois some good manners. He must have thanked me on every down stroke as he was pushing himself deeper and deeper inside of me. I placed my left arm around the back of his neck and rubbed his bald head. “Baby, I don’t want you to cum like this. I want you to cum in my ass.”

He got up slow and we went into the living room. He was looking around as if he was casing the joint. “X, what are you looking for?”

“Someplace you can’t run.”

He took my wrists and pulled me down onto the hardwood floor. He placed the top half of my body on the couch, facedown with my tits touching the cold leather seat cushions. He knelt down behind me and pushed the couch against the living room wall. He was right; there was no place to go. I had to take them inches right up the ass. He put his fingers in my pussy, but even with all that wetness coating my asshole, that big dick was not getting into my tight ass. Xavier told me he would be right back. He went into the kitchen and brought back some olive oil. He poured it all over my lower back and watched with excitement as the oil ran into my ass crack. I felt like an experiment in his chemistry lab. He emptied the rest of the bottle on his dick.

“Yo, X, I’m tired of the bullshit. Will you come on?”

“Oh, you think just ’cause a young buck is a little inexperienced, he ain’t got no flow? I guess I’m just going to have to own this ass tonight!”

He entered my ass hard and slow. He was forceful but he didn’t hurt me. I didn’t realize I was bilingual until Xavier DuBois had me speaking Swahili, biting the sofa cushions in my parents’ living room. As his thrusts got more forceful and he was losing control, he gently pulled his dick out.

Xavier wiped the sweat off his chest and rubbed it on my breasts and tummy. I turned around and Xavier was licking those beautiful lips. He brought his face close to mine and lightly bit my bottom lip. He whispered in my ear.

“I want to shoot my load in you so bad, Dini, but I can’t figure out who wants my hot cum more. Is it Dini’s wet pussy or Dini’s pretty mouth?”

Oh, he was switching up on me. With that big dick, go right ahead! I know it was tacky, but I started to throw a fit like a two year old. “X, I don’t give a fuck! I just want it now!”

“D, you got to let a brother know—”

“Dini’s pussy wants your cum, baby. I can’t wait anymore. Please baby, can I have it? I promise to take every drop.”

Xavier flipped me over and jammed his dick inside of me. I could hear my ass slapping against his six-pack. I tried to change positions, so I could see his face when he came inside of me. I guess X took it the wrong way because he started talking smack.

“Dini, you’ve been dissing me with this pussy all semester. Every time I try to get close to it, you just straight flag me. Shit, I even tried to get in good tutoring the pussy! You know what I got out of it? A C! Damn, a C, Dini? You just gonna have to do some extra credit work taking this dick tonight! Xave is going to take all semester out on this pussy tonight!”

I didn’t even have to tighten my muscles like I did with my other lovers. His shit was so thick, it totally filled my pussy. All you could hear was Xavier’s shit-talking and the juice in my pussy trying to escape what little bit of room X’s dick was willing to give it. X leaned against my back, grabbed my clit between his two fingers, and started tugging on it.

“Damn, baby boy, work Dini’s pussy. Yeah, that’s my spot. Shit, X, you da man!” Did I just say that?

After I came again, he whispered in my ear, “Now that I gave you yours, can I get mine?”

All I could mutter was “Umm mmm.”

He grabbed both my ass cheeks and started pumping into me harder and harder until I thought we were gonna drill a hole in the wall. He was holding on to my hips like they were handles and his dick was a joystick. He moved his hips so that he wasn’t just hitting it straight on; he was tapping all sides. He scooped both arms inside my inner thighs and lifted me off the floor so that he could have full access. My ass slapped against his chest until I thought I felt his dick hitting my rib cage. X finally exploded inside of me. Cum escaped my pussy and ran down my legs onto the floor. Xavier lay on top of me until I felt his sweat turn cold.

X and I hung out a few times after that night. He finally got his precious Greek letters, too. His line name was “X marks the spot.” I just wanted to know who was in charge of the line names! The last time I spoke to Xavier was Thanksgiving weekend of my sophomore year, when he flew me to Lake Vista to meet his family. You should have seen Phillip’s face when he walked in and saw me eating cornbread at his parents’ table!