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(hey Vee- 'ssup wit that phattttt ass? Hope the homie hittin it good 4 the world. YOu rule, Love you baby. They should put it on a UN Stamp)
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Chapter 1
(Reminder, this is a direct continuation of Chapter 2, so we are still 5 years earlier, aight?)
Edi went to a pub frequented by students, where he was meeting up with Mona. After cumming in his pants like a jerk whilst he dry humped Mel, he made sure he got there early, so he could clean himself up.
He quickly went into the bathroom, entered a closet and pulled off his boxers. There full of cumm. He stuffed them into his bag. The tricky part was washing his cumm caked cock in the sink. He peeked outside to see that no one was approaching and then he pulled out his lolling cock and placed it under a stream of warm water. As he washed himself, suddenly, the wild arousal he had felt on the street with Mel came back. His hand slowed down and started stroking his cock, his fantasies of a southern belle and her gorgeous bubble butt filling his mind. His dick was hard instantly.
As the door suddenly opened, Edi jumped with a start and tried to hastily stuff his hard cock away. But it was too late. A senior college student stood there, mouth gaping.
"What the hell... This country is getting more and more fucked up! People have lost their decency and their sanity!" he spat and walked past Edi, shaking his head in disgust.
"Man, eat a dick!" Edi retorted.
"You wish! Gay ass punk!" the guy retorted, entered a closet and banged the door shut.
Edi was glad when Mona turned up. She was exactly what he needed, to take his mind off his sad mate and that sexy, hot, gorgeous, voluptuous...
Mona was in a good mood. She had just come from a student political discussion. She was bubbling excitedly about pollution and the US government's criminal negligence.
Edi was not really listening, just bobbing his head and making the right noises. And all the while, he was trying to force Mel out of his mind. Soon, he discovered a good trick. If he concentrated his mind on Mona's body, instead of her words, that worked wonders.
Mona was from St Louis. She was the daughter of a pastor from one of those churches where most members of the congregation were black, affluent and generous to the pastor. If you couldn't pay your tithes, you had to stay outside.
Mona had grown up in a sheltered environment and received a good education. However, as she came to college and met the "project girls", Mona started feeling cheated, especially when the other black girls made fun of her, saying she "got down like a white girl". She went on a trip of "self discovery", and finding her "concrete roots". When Edi first met her, he assumed she was an ass popping, twurking hood rat from the nastiest, dirtiest neighborhood. Mona had since grown out of trying to be "ghetto".
Now she was going through her sophisticated, extravagant phase. She was into politics, discussions, fashionable clothes, and exploring her sexuality. She was glad her moralist parents were far away in distant St Louis, coz they would have pulled her out of college and called the exorcist to save her from eternal fire.
Mona was a tall, dark, athletic, handball player. Her face was long and pretty, with big, dark and sultry eyes and full, thick, dark lips. She had a sweet mole on her cheek.
She liked to dress extravagantly, and she had the generous allowance, the looks and the body that allowed to do just that. On this evening, she had settled for a sensuous Caribbean pirate look, that would have made Morgan, captain of the Buccaneers, catch a boner in his coffin. A black bandana with a white skull and crossbones was tied across the long, brown, braided extensions that framed her face. A striped, lace-up top was stretched to the limit across her huge bust. It ended just below her breasts, leaving her flat, defined belly exposed. A cute silver brooch glinted in her belly button (she took it off when she went home to visit). A black mini skirt with a white belt, stretched across her curvaceous hips, and cupped her juicy, thick, heart shaped butt. Her dark, powerful thighs and athletic legs were in extravagant, thigh high, black fishnet stockings. Her feet were in black, ankle high shoes.
Edi had had sex with her a couple of times. They were friends and when neither was involved in something serious, they fucked now and then. The last time he met Mona, she was telling him how monogamy was a capitalist, catholic invention designed to keep the people frustrated, faithful to the church and consumer orientated. Edi had ended up in bed with her, and her room mate, just to prove how much he shared her opinion.
Chapter 2
After bathing and frigging herself off to several orgasms, Mel called up Mona to share the exciting, new developments, but was told that she was at a meeting. Mel asked if she could come and wait for her, and was soon on her bike riding over. Chris, a roommate of Mona's let her in. Mel found a beer in the fridge and some weed and made herself comfortable in Mona's room.
After several beers, Mona and Edi climbed out of his truck, in front of her house. They were both mellow. As they walked up the drive way, Edi laid his hand across the tall, dark Amazon's thick ass, coping a good feel. She unlocked the door and led him in.
Mel was looking through Mona's Photo albums when she suddenly heard Mona and Edi's voices. She suddenly panicked, feeling too excited to face Edi. She kicked her shoes in under the bed and slid into Mona's closet. She found herself spot where she could peep through the keyhole.
A few seconds later, Edi sat back on Mona's bed, puffing on a fat joint, watching Mona slide a CD into a player. Thumping RnB music soon filled the room.
"Man, this place is stinking of weed. Is that all you do all day is smoke weed in here?"
"No man, it was probably one of the other bitches in the house."
Mona danced as she came over to Edi and sat down next to him, smiling naughtily, as she took the joint and puffed. She leaned back against the wall.
"So, Edi!" she teased. "Where is the dick at? You gonna whip it out and show me how much you been missing me?"
"You know where the dick's at. Come get it," he reached for her hand.
"Wait. Edi, why you trippin with my girl, Mel? You don't like her or what?"
"No, she's real cool. But like, my mans is in love with her, yunno."
"So what? She aint his wife. The bitch likes a n****, you like the bitch, period. You man's will find another bitch! Stop acting all funny to her."
"Yunno, I bumped into her this afternoon, and..." he started laughing and told her.
Mel blushed in the closet and nearly jumped out to kick him. However, as he confessed how sexy he found her, and how much she excited him, and that he was wondering how to ask for Brad's permission to go ahead, Mel got hot and excited. She leaned back amongst Mona's clothes, feeling elated.
"Mel is K-I-N-K-Y!!!!!! Man I thought she was just some priggish ass country bumpkin." Mona giggled, impressed. "Man, if I had known, I'd have been all over that ass..."
"You eating each other, you and Mel?"
"No!! But I swear, before you start dating her, I'm gonna eat that creamy ass. After all I put you on to her. So, I'm gonna fuck you, and I'm gonna fuck her, and maybe both of you together," she giggled dirtily. "That's my finders fee, right there. Take it in blood!"
"Damn!" Edi exclaimed, as Mona leaned way back and let her thighs fell apart, exposing a thick mound, cupped in a sheer black thong, with the Jolly Roger winking from the gusset. His cock became excited like a pillaging pirate, kicking any thoughts of Mel into the background.
"You like my pirate look?" she laughed, her hand easing into his longs. "Listen, if you just fuck Mel and never call back, I'm coming after you."
She leaned in and kissed him on the lips, as her fingers eased his cock out of his zipper, and she started stroking him.
"This is gonna be the last time. After this, we quit fucking, alright?" She wanked her cock tantalizingly. "You gonna do right by my girl?"
"Yeah," he replied. And he would have agreed to anything.
"Now stand up lemme say fare thee well, to this sweet cock!"
He stood up before her and she snaked an arm around his hips, to pull him close, and as her other hand deftly undid the knot in his jogging pants. She pushed them down to his feet, and went to palming and stroking his cock. "Pull off that t-shirt so I can see that six pack!"
Edi did so, as she raised his cock to her thick, dark, full lips and gave the head a sweet, soft kiss, then another, and another.
Back home, when she was 14, Mona had asked a junior pastor, during a youth bible and sex counseling session, whether oral sex was alright in the name of the Lord, eliciting many giggles from her peers. The young clergyman had frowned, and asked her if she thought the Lord had given human beings mouths so that they could let other people insert their genitals in them.
"No," he said. "Its for perverts and filthy pigs. They are just like dogs that lick their testicles," he had finished. This had influenced Mona's attitude to oral sex until she came to college. And then she had tried it out, and had become addicted. Mona now definitely had an oral fix. She loved giving head and receiving it. And she was very good at it.
Mona felt exhilarated as she tantalizingly slid her lips like soft, cushiony pillows over the rapidly swelling, uncircumcised tip and played with it, grazing it with her teeth lightly, and tickling it with her tongue, as her hand gently stroked the stem.
