Ebony Tails The Boomerang

I came back home to Houston for one thing, and it had nothing to do with dick.

"Terrance! You better not miss church," my granny yelled. "You partied all night and shook that thang in front of them girls, but you gon' clap and shake it for the lord this morning."

Jeanie Battle at 67 years old had the loudest mouth in the south when it came to praise and worship. I was asleep, and in my old bedroom upstairs with the door closed when I heard the shrillness of her voice.

"Get up, and get ye black ass down here, nie," I heard, and immediately rose out of bed, then climbed in the shower on that Sunday morning.

I flew from Virginia for a much needed break, for I was working long hours at the office, and isolated from my social life. Being an investment banker in my firm was serious business, for we were leading the charge in North America, and at 30 I wanted to be that wrecking ball that knocked down competition, so I worked my ass off constantly until my supervisor emailed me.

"Vacation. Five days," she said.

I booked a flight home vice taking a cruise, or going across some water, and to be with the person who knew me best.

"You better be ready in one hour," she yelled from the kitchen.

She was making breakfast, and most likely was already fully dressed, but I was dramatic, taking my time as I wanted to look my best, and impress. I pulled out a custom suit I left behind for special occasions, and reached into the dresser drawer to snatch the cufflinks my granddaddy left behind. I added a little pomade to my edges to make my dreadlocks pop, then put on the Stacy Adams before coming downstairs, and being greeted by the best woman in the world.

"One of these days you'll get me some great grandbabies by some wonderful wife of yours," she uttered.

Jeanie knew I wasn't into pussy, but tried it anyway, being persistent thinking that I would "see the light," and drop my habit of getting on my knees to take it at either end. We kissed on the cheek, and I sat at the dining room table to smash the sausage, eggs and waffles, more than making the deadline she set forth for us to roll.

"Let me go to the bathroom," she said as we were about to leave.

I ate and noticed my phone going off, so I pulled it out of my pocket. I noticed I had a handful of Bigger City alerts, and so I opened the app to see some anonymous profile was hitting me up vigorously. Normally I would delete and block the profile, but something told me to open his messages and I'd learn immediately who the guy was.

"Hey my Sweet Peaches," read the message from Gil. "How you doing, and why the hell are you still single?"

My granny came out of the bathroom and put on her headdress, and I would take the last bite, and toss my dish in the dishwasher, before putting my phone in my pocket, and dashing to her car.

"You still playing Tetris on your phone," granny asked while we she drove.

We had a 20 minute ride to church, and I'd use that time to lie to her, and say it was Tetris, while messaging Gil in return:

"You got some nerve hitting me up," I told him.

"Hi, how are you," he answered. "Can't believe you're still single."

"I'm single because I can't do the bullshit," I messaged.

Gil, short for Gilbert, was a big time lawyer I met during a convention down in Atlanta a few years prior. The day I landed, I did a meet-n-greet at the hotel where it was hosted, then afterwards ducked down to Peachtree to some posh bar, and up he would appear. He sat with me, we talked, and immediately hit it off for the then-43-year old counsel claimed he was single, mingling, and feeling me. At the time I was 25, and somewhat new to the scene, and life, for I'd just finished earning my doctorate, and just green to it all.

"I can make your life much better than what it is," was the main sentence this charmer rolled off his tongue, and the next thing I knew, a week later he flew to Virginia Beach to go on a date, and knock the bottom out of my pussy for he fucked me better than any other man.

We saw each other regularly, every other week, with me flying to Chicago to get butt naked, or him coming to Virginia Beach to lay the pipe, and it became serious to where we talked about marriage and living happily ever after. The then-43-year-old claimed to be single, and looking to mingle, and perhaps form a relationship. Gil was everything I was looking for: black, tall, with a great body, masculine, secure in himself and finances, smart and just articulate, and carrying a dick that could roll so deep in me that I'd forget my name when penetrating me. We were six months in when things were building between us. Then, one morning he called me to cancel our ritual, stating he had to leave town permanently to save a branch of his firm, in Oklahoma.

"Gilbert, we can make this work," I said to him over the phone, with tears in my eyes. "I want you."

"Jess, it can't. I'm sorry. Please refrain from contacting me, ever again," were his parting words.

Two days straight I cried my eyes out as he vehemently shut the door on us. Months later I'd find he was in a relationship with a woman, and had four kids with this spouse of his. I was hurt more, and went on a rampage of fucking and sucking on everything for a couple of years, until I decided to go celibate, and simply enjoy the eye candy. I didn't realize I had open wounds until he hit me on this Sunday morning, seven years later, as I was on vacation with my beloved granny.

"Why are you doing this, Gil," I asked.

He then would call my phone.

I hung up, and texted that I was about to go into church with my granny, when he sent me a dick pic in response. Granny parked in front of the church, and I turned to her, and she turned to me with a big smile, telling me to handle whatever business I had, before going inside.

"I'll be waiting for you in my favorite pew," she said.

She kissed me on my cheek, and I would call Gil.

"I thought I blocked you," I asked.

"Hey. So you down here in Houston? I thought you were from Virginia," he asked.

"No, I'm from Texas," I told him before stating he should've known, with all this ass of mine.

"I'm here for two weeks," he added.

"Is Shelly here, too," I asked, of his wife.

"She's not. And she will never be. We've since moved on from each other," he explained.

I was 30 seconds from hanging up because I felt he was disrupting my peace when he said that.

"Join me for coffee later," he asked.

I instantly melted as his tone changed, for it was warm and inviting.

"Gil, I can't do this with you," I told him. "I'm about to go into church."

I hung up the phone, and put up my "do-not-disturb" status so I could enjoy a word, and being with my queen. I walked inside as things were getting started, with hymns being sung, and people waving at each other, smiling, just happy to be present. I stood by my granny in the front pew, and clapped away, singing and stepping knowing Gil's big dick was on my mind. If my granny knew the thoughts I had, she would've stopped the service for me to get re-baptized, for I remember how Gil used to toss and turn me around in the bedroom. When it came to the initial prayer from the bishop, I bowed my head, and said one for myself for I was in the mood to break my celibacy. Gil had that effect on me, and when church was over, I turned off the settings, and messaged him to accept his offer.

"I've been waiting patiently for you," he replied.

I got his location, and my granny would let me know she had plans to hang with some of her church girlfriends.

"We going out to eat," she said. "Come if you want?"

I turned down her offer easy with a peck on the cheek, and she would walk off with the group of women, before I ran to the car to drive home. I changed out of my suit, took a hot shower, then put on something casual before driving 10 minutes from the house. I parked and immediately noticed him sitting in the coffee house, donning a suit, and his trademark thick, well manicured beard. I got out of the car and walked slow as I was swooning for him all over again. I bopped through the front door, and turned my head in his direction as he stood up and smiled. I was stepping slow in his direction, forI could barely contain myself; this mystical man was back in my clutch.

"You looking good, Ace," he said to me before we hugged. "Sit, let's talk."

I remembered that cologne, and the feeling of his hard body pressed against mine, and my ass began to twitch. He could've probably directed me to my knees right then, and I'd have no shame, for Gil had that effect on me better than any other I'd been with.

"You look quite dapper," I said to him.

I wanted to break the fidgets he had as he looked as if he had something to get off his chest.

"Baby, I apologize," he said.

"Accepted," I said, dismissing it for we both moved on, and were healthy.

I asked about the kids as if I knew them, and he explained each one the same as they were getting older, and bigger.

"They also know I'm gay," he said.

My eyes got big.

"I came out two years ago, first to the wife, then to them, and the rest of the world," he said.

I reached across the table to rub his shoulders in solace, as I could tell he still somewhat raw with that.

He looked down, and I would get up and hug him, with this moment also paving the way for the rest of our visit.

"Who you seeing right now," he asked, once the hug was over.

I laughed.

"No one. Not a soul since you and I vanished," I told him.

I of course was a regular slut of the month for two years after we broke up, but then I explained

that I wasn't desperate to see anyone at the moment.

"So you been celibate, eh? And yet you're here to see me," he asked with a smirk on his face.

What turned me on more about Gil was sureness, his confidence, often mistaken as arrogance, for it was a burner to my soul. He was in my head now, and knew I wanted to give my plump body to him, but kept my guard up.

"Let's be real, no one hit it like me," he said.

"Well, you're not the only one who can 'hit it,'" I told him.

I tried deflating his ego to keep mine intact, but the truth of the matter was that "The Gil Experience" was a different level of lovemaking.

"It's a personal choice not to jump in bed with anyone, regardless of what they may say," I added.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you, even while fucking the wife," he said.

"Oh? So you get to bed every night, and wake up with ruined sheets," I asked.

I was talking shit, and laughing my ass off while my ass was twitching. The thought of him kissing me, sucking these big tits, and eating my pussy had me enamored all over again, but I kept being hard. I changed the subject for my nipples were stinging, and my dick was throbbing as we talked. I asked what he'd be doing in Houston, and inquired of his schedule, to see if it would align with mine since I was leaving in two days.

"Can I just be honest," he asked. "I wanna see how it feels to fuck you again, point blank."

"I'm tight, Gil," I told him as I hadn't experienced even a dildo in so long.

"Then let me beat it up the right way, to get you open," he suggested in my ear.

"I'm at the Embassy Suites, downtown."

We got up and agreed that evening would be the time for us, for he wanted me to spend the night in his room. We hugged, and I headed home, while he messaged me photos of himself, partially nude, showing off that chiseled body. I was banging the steering wheel knowing I'd be with him again, for he would whet my appetite for dick after such a long hiatus. I went home and took a long bath, and another shower for I wanted to be clean, and smell good all over. The night would fall, and my granny was walking in, slightly tipsy from the time with her girls, and finding me departing to be with Gil.

"You be safe out there with these Houston heffas," she said to me.

On this night, I was the heffa, and granny had no clue for I was tickled at her statement. What she didn't realize was Virginia played perfectly into my celibacy, for most guys didn't care for a five foot eleven, 335 lb. black bottom. Gil's timing might've been impeccable for I learned later I needed not only the vacation, but the dick insertion as it would bring me back, so to speak, and have me reengaging with myself. I made it to the hotel, and he texted me right on time, letting me know the room number.

"Coming up the elevator," I replied.

I made it to the third floor, and walked to his suite to open the door, and find one side of the room with two laptops surrounded by books and folders, and him on the other, laying in bed, completely naked except for the herringbone necklace he wore, and his body all oiled up.

"Corporate law is not for the weak," he told me with that devilish smile.

I nodded in agreement, but cared less about whatever case he had in front of him, for I was more inclined to put my lips to the stanchion he called a penis, standing erect.

"You can be the judge right now," I said as I took my clothes off.

"Come taste this gavel and let's see what the verdict will be," he said.

I crawled on the bed as he mentioned how he wanted to be my man. I tuned it out, and hovered over him to where my tits were in his face.

"We the jury, find you guilty on all counts of turning me on," I said as we started to kiss.

"I'll bang the gavel in the right spot in a minute," he said as his dick was poking against my navel.

I loved how Gil tasted, for he had the perfect mouth hygiene, and ingested the right diet. That tongue somehow wrapped around mine while he squeezed my tits, and I was clay in his hands as molded me into his bitch once again. We stopped kissing and he would wiggle under me to give my tits his undivided attention, sucking, lapping and even biting on my nipples as I tried to catch my breath.

"You know how I feel about you," he whispered. "Why you out here playing hard to get?"

My morals took a backseat as he lowered himself under me while I was on all fours, with him sucking the precum off my dick, then tugging at my big balls with his lips. He pushed himself off the bed, only to get behind me, then spread my big cheeks apart to feast as if there was a famine. I absolutely loved the way he ate my ass as he let his tongue swipe inside, and slurped on my cunt like a hungry hyena, making all sorts of his noises while his tongue poked around inside. My reiterated maidenhood crashed furiously with the flicker of his tongue, for Gil knew how to work it deep, and hit areas that would cause my toes to curl. He had me begging for the dick after being without it for so long, giving me a prelude when he slid a finger, then two, inside my walls to make me jiggle.

"You should ride the dick the same way," he said as I literally rotated back and forth, while he pulled at my prostate.

He made me cream again, being the only to do so even after my time of being a whore after our breakup.

"Look at all that nut," he said once I reached my highest orgasm, and he would pull away, slap my ass, then crawl on the bed and to the front of me, so that I could give head.

"Suck this dick, church boy," he said as he drooped in front of me.

Gil was every bit of nine or 10 inches, with a slender tip, but a cone like cock for he had a thick shaft, and even thicker base. I put my lips to it and smoked that dick in pure delight, closing my eyes to recall what it felt like not just down my throat, but at my sphincter as well. I was somewhat nervous because I was used to the stretching from Gil, but this time it would be as if I was a virgin all over again.

"Gon' give daddy that pussy," he asked while he was down my throat.

I could only moan concurrence, and he would smack my ass a few times while I went back and forth from tip to base. I wouldn't gag for my skills didn't allow me, for I never lost the qualification of being a premium cock sucker, and Gil remembered.

"Alright. Now turn around, and lay on your back," he directed.

I did as he requested while he climbed off the bed to grab the tube of lubricant. I rested my head on a pillow near the headboard, and held my legs up as they were spread wide, and ready for Gil. I saw him stroke that long, fat dick, seeing it all shiny as he added lubricant, then he would crawl between my legs. We made eye contact before he looked down, and with that big dick in hand, he brushed against my spasming rosebud. My hole was eager, but I was anxious, wondering if I could take all that dick like I used to. I was breached in so many ways, for Gil played the games he did to make me fall in love with him, to the point where we were here, my ass submitted to him, ready to receive him.

"Here we go, bae," he said as he pushed it in.

"No, no, keep your legs open and hold them."

It was painful to say the least, feeling his mound open me.

"Bitch, don't run from it," he said. "Keep your legs open, bitch, don't run from it."

I was wailing as he pushed in slowly like a ship in a shallow channel. He pulled out once to add lubricant, then pushed in again, going deeper until I felt his hips resting against mine. I opened my eyes with tears streaming down my face from the pressure, then looked at him and smiled, with him smiling back. He realized it had been a really long time, and decided to turn me on more by sucking my tits, for he knew my nipples aligned with my ass.

"You got me good," I told him.

"I hope I got you forever," he said as he lapped at my left nipple.

This in turn made my cunt comfortable with his throbbing prick, and so he jerked his waist back and forth slowly, just grinding in my ass, and building the stage of orgasms early.

" You open that pussy for Daddy Gil," he whispered, and gave me goosebumps.

Gil's words hit just as hard as his penis for he was deep in my head, the same as my ass. Gil had me completely vulnerable, literally in all facets for he was on top, and had me in complete compromise. The pain withered as what ruined me, ironically empowered me for he placed that dick in the right spots again and had me feeling his other. was making me whole again. I moaned loudly to show I loved the feeling of it shuttling back and forth. That tool felt as if it was carving inside me, so to speak, maybe molding my "walls," and overall making my ass reverberate. He pounded me harder and I began to lament from feeling that tip land at my prostate zone one moment, then my sphincter the next.

"That's right, keep cumming all over this dick," he said to me as he felt how wet I was.

I couldn't stop climaxing because it had been too long since someone knocked at my spigot like this, Gil specifically, as no one before, or after him, could do the trick.

"Gilbert. Gilbert, you're deep, oh Gilllllllllll," I cried out as that pole went past my lining.

"What bitch," he grunted as he was in my damned guts with the thrusts at this point.

"This what you wanted, right?"

He stopped pummeling my ass to French kiss me.

"You like that," I asked.

"I like that," he said before giving me a power stroke.

He tapped me in this position for a few more seconds, until he directed me to turn around. I did what was told, getting on all fours, then grabbing a pillow to lay my head on with my arms outstretched to show full submission. I felt his two fingers playing with my prolapse, then a tongue as he chose to lick my sensitive slit.

"Damn Gilbert," I cried out as the sensation of his tongue against my mangled hole felt like a cool reward.

His tongue was like first aid to the beating my hole took, but after a couple minutes, he rammed back inside me, and placed what might've been his right foot on my lower back before he pounded away. Gil was grunting and snarling as he was giving it deep, and I would feel his masculinity, his power in his thrusts as he fucked hard, just delivering that stick to perfection.