“Oh, shit yeah,” he says. “You gonna let me get some pussy or what?”

I slip another finger inside my pussy and massage the opening of my walls, rotating and twisting and pumping until my fingers become warm, creamy-coated sticks of pleasure. My voice catches in the back of my throat as I feel an orgasm swirling. “Tell me…what…you wanna do…to this…pussy…if I let you come through?” I say, moaning as I pull my fingers out of my slippery slit and suck the sweet, sticky elixir, then plunge each finger back in.

“I’ma ram this fat dick up in you, and fuck you nice and slow and deep. Then I’ma flip you over onto your stomach and hit that pussy from the back, spreading ya ass checks open so I can watch ya fat juicy cunt lips wrap around my dick as I stick my finger in that pretty brown asshole…”

Not with them fingernails, I think, remembering the fact that he had nails a bit too long for my liking. They weren’t homo long, but they were long enough to scratch up the inside of my walls, or to see dirt up underneath them, and for me, that is a no-no.

I frown, but say nothing.

“…Then I’ma pull out, and slap ya ass with my dick, before I eat that sweet, wet pussy from the back. Damn, baby…I wanna fuck,” he says, practically panting.

For some reason, I find myself recalling the time I got my first glimpse of two naked bodies. I was seven. I remember sneaking down to our basement and watching my oldest brother, Tyrell, lying on top of his girlfriend, humping and grinding into her, and her moaning. I stood there crouched down low, watching them in amazement. Every day after school, I’d sneak downstairs to watch, listen, and learn. And every day, they did something new that excited me, like him putting his face between her legs and licking her pussy, and her moaning; or him moaning while she had her mouth on his dick. I watched them in delight for almost the whole school year until one day my brother Terrance caught me and spanked my ass for “spying” as he called it.