Z-Rated (Chocolate Flava 3)

Darryl’s stiff phallus pressed against Tandy’s stomach, smearing secretions onto her navel. Tandy eased her finger out of Darryl’s anus and began stroking his shaft.

Darryl let drool fall from his mouth onto his shaft as Tandy stroked it. He pinched Tandy’s nipple as he whispered in her ear, “You ready for this dick?”

“Yes, papi,” she cooed, rubbing her hands over her pussy.

Darryl smacked Tandy on her ass. “Bend over.”

Tandy bent over and grabbed her ankles, bracing herself against the wall. Darryl knelt down and planted kisses on Tandy’s hips. He licked her anus, then ran his tongue down to her clit and flicked his tongue against it.

Tandy bit down on her bottom lip. “Aah … I love the way you eat my pussy.”

“And I love to eat your pussy.”

Tandy’s legs quivered, weak from the delightful sensation she felt as Darryl’s tongue danced on her clit. She couldn’t wait any longer; she was ready to cover his vessel with her wetness. “Put that fat-ass dick in my pussy and fuck me,” she demanded.

Darryl did as she ordered; he stood up and placed his hands on the wall and shoved his erection into her hot spot. Tandy oohed and aahed as Darryl fucked away at her pussy. The thrill of having sex with Darryl while Omar was in the bedroom sleeping intensified Tandy’s pleasure, making her insides so wet her juices ran down her legs.

“Oh, yes, beat my pussy up,” Tandy wailed.

“Shh, before you wake up Omar,” Darryl grumbled.

“Fuck him, this yo’ pussy,” Tandy cried out. “He can’t beat it up like you do.”

Darryl felt the pressure build up in his sac and knew he was about to explode. His thrust quickened and Tandy’s moans became louder. A few seconds later Darryl filled Tandy’s insides with cum.

Now, Darryl slapped Tandy on her thigh. “Why you always thinking like that? I ain’t trying to end this. I’m just tired of all the secrecy.”

“Well, why put it out there if we’re just fucking?”

Darryl sighed. “Woman, did you hear anything I said? I love you. I want to make you my wife one day. But I need to find a way to break it to my family; especially to Omar.”

After hearing what Darryl wanted for them in the future, Tandy wrapped her arms around Darryl’s neck and they traded kisses.

“Don’t worry, babe, everything will be alright,” Tandy said.

Tandy and Darryl held each other for a few minutes before Darryl made his way to the door.

“Damn, ma, I swear you getting thick.”

Tandy sneered at Darryl. “Yeah, you already told me, remember?”

“I’m just a little concerned, that’s all.”

“Concerned about what?”

Darryl shook his head. “Maybe it’s nothing. We’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?”

Tandy nodded.

Darryl walked back and kissed Tandy on her forehead before making his way out the door.

Tandy lay in bed, watching TV. She hoped Omar was on one of his binges, getting high and tricking with women who shared his habit, and wouldn’t come home for a few days. Tandy couldn’t wait to see Darryl again.

Tandy remembered the first time she saw Darryl. It was on Easter. Tandy sat at the table with Omar’s mother and his sisters, listening to his mother discuss Bible scriptures. Tandy felt like she was in Sunday school. Darryl walked into the dining room still wet from his shower, wearing only a white towel around his waist. He had just gotten back in town from a business trip. Drug trafficking was Darryl’s father’s profession and he’d brought up all his male children to be a part of it. Water dripped from Darryl’s wavy black hair onto his chiseled, pecan-colored body as he nodded at everyone at the table, greeting them. Tandy couldn’t keep her eyes off him. The passion that stirred in Tandy at the sight of Darryl soaked her panties. How dare he come around her looking like that? He reminded her of the painting of Jesus that hung in her bedroom during her childhood—the painting she bowed down in front of as she said her nightly prayer as a little girl; the painting that she lusted over when she was a teenager and her hormones overpowered her; the painting she wanted to reach her hands into and pull Jesus out and on top of her so they could make love until her body gave out and then he could resurrect her by placing soft kisses all over her body.

Tandy leaned over and whispered in Omar’s ear. “Why does your brother look so different from the rest of y’all?”

“His father isn’t black like ours, he’s Spanish,” Omar answered.