Mel would respond with something equally romantic like, "Aight, T-Boy, we can rock dis shit daddy. Just lemme tell Mona, aight" then she'd turn to Mona and shout, "Hey Mona, listen, me n T-Boy, we jus about to go over 2 the back..."
"Shut the fuck up, Mel! Damn!," Terence would cut off her off nervously and wave to his girlfriend, smiling from ear to ear, and putting on his best, sucking up voice. "Darling, I was just telling Mel how much you mean to me. I l-o-v-e y-o-u baby!" then he'd growl at Mel. "What the fuck is wrong wit u Mel? Is u stupid? Don't fuck up my shit, aight! I don't even want yo white ass anyway. Fuck the jungle fever and shit! Damn!"
Mel would roll over with laughter, setting her big tits jiggling, catching T-Boy's attention, making him horny all over again.
Mel had always been curious whether the rumors about huge black cocks were true or not. However the black girls got leery of her. As they noticed how some of their boyfriend's kept ogling Mel and getting real horny, they started watching Mel suspiciously, like she was a sneaky lil ol' white slut trying to come like a thief in the night and steal the precious black cock. They gave Mel looks that said if they ever caught her with her white hands, lips or pussy anywhere near their men's black dicks, they'd kick that fat ass all the way down south for sho (sure).
Now, Mel was a wise ol' country girl. She knew there were millions of good dicks on the planet, but true, good friends were hard to find. So she handled the delicate situation with prudence and wisdom. She fucked a couple of the black guys on the down low, satisfied her and their curiosity, but kept that shit a secret.
Though Mel managed to rid herself of her Heifer nickname in due time, she was soon christened, "The Beast". Mel had always been a lusty, zealous, energetic kind of girl. When she wrapped her powerful arms and legs around her lover, Mel turned into an insatiable beast.
Her first boyfriend in college, James, broke up with her, saying she was too horny, plus too bossy. The poor guy felt used, like some piece of flesh. Two weeks after the break up, his plaguing backache disappeared.
Martin, her second boyfriend, had always dreamt of having a wild, insatiable, frenzied, cock hungry chick all up in his grill and all over his shit. But when Mel let loose, he couldn't keep up with the energetic, overzealous daughter of a gun. It was like, her searing passion just consumed him.
He always came too fast. Though he was a lily white guy, Mel quoted him the lyrics of her favorite singer, Lil Kim.
„N**** cum too fast for me, A waste of a good dick if you ask me, Who me, forced to use plan B, Masturbate, play with the pussy, I wanna wake him up to do his duty, N**** use that tongue, lick the booty, click the booty, You wanna steal the pussy like a thief, Now kiss the lips without the teeth"
Martin didn't mind the sore jaw too much because the sticky, drooling, southern pussy was scrumptious. However, when a romantic rendezvous, which was supposed to be spent sipping wine, smoking joints and making love outside in the moonlight, ended in the waiting room of a crowded ER, Martin called it quits. It was kind of embarrassing to have to explain to the doctor that lusty Mel had broken his nose whilst banging her powerful hips in his face, in the heat of passion.
Martin was traumatized and swore to never lick another pussy again. Whenever he saw Mel coming, he changed directions. Even when she reassured him that she just wanted to talk, Martin said "No baby, I got my mind made up!"
Well, Mel was a little sad. The romantic girl started dreaming of a new boyfriend, a prince in shining armor, who'd pick her up, throw her across his horse and fuck her into the sunset, without cumming too fast or stupidly breaking his nose in her pussy (she never thought it was her fault, he should have known better than to stick his nose where it didn't belong).
Mel met her prince in her second year of college, only he didn't come riding on a big, ol white horse, it was probably more like a zebra. Edi was an African student. When they met, his friend was trying to ask her out. However, she soon found herself liking Edi more than his mate, which made things very complicated. Mel had always been rather impulsive. If she wanted something, she put her head down and charged like a buffalo. When the dust finally settled, there was a lot of debris. However, Mel came out of the affair renting the dick with an option to buy. In other words, they were dating.
3 months after they started dating, Edi got cast for some commercial, where they paid him too much money, just to say one line and flash his dazzling, disarming, dark smile. Several guest appearances and small roles in films and TV followed for Edi. When they discovered a lil bun in the oven, they got married. By the time this story starts, he was working mainly as a producer and program developer.
Edi wanted a simple, quiet life, but Mel wanted all the finer things that made a woman feel better than her sister and the neighbor's wife. Such as the big ass crib with the pool, the three cars, the wide screen TV and the walk in closet. Plus don't forget the ice, the bling-bling, and mama's sexy, lil sexy car.
Mel would have loved her man whether rich or poor. If it had gone the other way, she'd probably be sweating in a tiny kitchen in a trailer, whipping together some cheap, card board tasting shit from the discounter, yelling and screaming at her brown kids and waiting for Edi to come home from some 9-5, so she could nag and cuss his black ass out. But the life with a lil bling-bling was even better
Chapter 3
(**** Wassup Cat Ha ha ha, remember****)
Back to the present...
"I will bring you my son's baseball bat, just in case," Jen insisted. "Sure you don't want me to come..."
"I gotta go! If you just look after the kids, that'd be great. I gotta go," Mel whispered and quickly hung up, as she noticed the door slide open, and Edi, her husband, stood framed in the doorway. "Hi baby," she said sweetly.
"What are you doing here?" Edi asked, standing in the doorway of his study, smiling at his wife who was holding the telephone receiver.
"Nu'in," Mel replied, and they looked at each other as if both were not sure if the war was still on.
Mel was looking alluring. The voluptuous woman was dressed in a backless, bandana halter top, which was more like a bikini, and a short, pink, glossy, leather mini skirt, that was glued to her curvy hips and thick, round ass.
Mel had a pretty, pleasant face, framed by a mane of dark reddish hair. Her skin was smooth and tanned a deep, crisp, golden colour. She had big, smiling hazel eyes. Her mouth was wide, with full, pink, heart shaped lips.
As for the booty, Mel came from a long line of women with big jugs and thick asses. The best way to describe her would be tall, athletic (she'd been playing handball since the age of 12), like something between Venus and Serena Williams, with more tits than the both of them and at least twice as much ass as Lindsay Davenport, definitely. But it hung tight baby. Mel was a cool, sexy mixture of athleticism and bootylicious femininity.
Mel was a bubbly, hearty, red-blooded, lively woman, who bristled with joy and good humor. A flirty smile seemed to constantly hover around the corners of her mouth. When she laughed, it was with unbound mirth and hilarity. But when she got mad, it was better not be around.
Mel gazed at her husband, giving him the come on look. Edi, 28, was a dark, rugged, handsome black man. His good natured face had very African features. His hair was trimmed very short. He wore a muscle vest and loose shorts that hung low around his lean hips, just begging to be ripped off. He was about 6 ft tall, with an athletic body, though Mama's hearty cooking was beginning to show some effects.
Edi had a confident, lax posture, like a well fed male lion, going for a stroll through the jungle, not hunting anything, but also knowing that no one could mess with him. He exuded an aura of vitality, warmth and friendliness. But an unfettered, animal wildness seemed to simmer just beneath that veneer.
"Who were you calling?" Edi asked, in his deep, good natured voice, his dark face cracking into that charming, dazzling smile.
"Oh, just a friend," she replied, breaking into her sweet, dimpled, heart melting, flirtatious smile. "What are the kids up to?"
"Oh, watching Ice Age."
"Is it near the end?"
"No, its just started. I'm about to roll.."
"Hold up, hold up..." she smiled coquettishly as she walked up to a stereo, swinging her hips and letting him ogle her thick, heart shaped bubble butt, cupped up in the short, tight, leather mini. She slid in Lil Kim's Big Mama Thang CD and started it. The thumping, party song filled the room. Mel shook her ass seductively, going back to Edi's desk, rapping along to Lil Kim and performing for Edi,
"I used to be scared of the dick, Now I throw lips to the shit, Handle it, like real bitch, Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me, Take it in the butt, ... That's how many times I wanna cumm, 21, and another one and another one, 24 carats n****, That's when I'm fucking with the average n****"
"Fuck Mel, you crazy than a motherfucker," Edi laughed happily. "That's why I love ya."
Flashing him a flirty smile, she slid up onto his desk, leaned back, and slowly let her juicy thighs fall apart in invitation. She wasn't wearing panties, so Daddy was now looking straight at Mama's bare, pink, shaved pussy, the stair way to paradise. A tent was forming in his pants...
