The motto of “Fuck work” repeated in Mick’s conscience as he drove through his street with a gleeful countenance. Friday evening held no definitive plans, but as the fit, feminine bodies jogged past on the sidewalk, stirring his loins, he anticipated relief from watching lewd videos later, on top of not working until Monday.
“Mick!” His elderly neighbour hailed from her porch, interrupting his pornographic reverie, so he parked at the sidewalk next to her house.
“Hi, Mrs. Bertram. What’s up?”
“Well…”
“What? Tell me.”
“It’s just, I know you’re not big on waking up early on Saturday mornings, and you’ve said no before.”
Mick tensed but with less rigidity than when last she queried.
“My granddaughter, Shalisa, needs a ride to her morning classes and her usual’s out of town,” said Mrs. Bertram.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, and the public transportation ain’t nothing nice.” She stood and leaned onto an upright post. “Could you give her a ride?”
Mick slowly shrugged and winced while raising his palms. “Not so sure I can.”
“Please. I’m asking for a lot, but could you this once, please?”
She wasn’t asking for a lot, but due to Shalisa’s actions when he’d been over, he kept his distance to avoid any inappropriateness and misinterpretations. What other recourse would a man in his late thirties have when a pretty nineteen-year-old stood several feet behind her grandmother, blowing phantom dicks for his eyes only? The first instance placed him on pause. So much so Mrs. Bertram looked around, but Shalisa had already disappeared into her room. Mick brushed it off, figuring it all in his mind. When it happened again, and she mouthed, “I’ma suck your dick,” he stopped visiting Mrs. Bertram for their irregular evening chats. Only a week had passed since, so not long enough for the old lady to raise suspicion at his absence.
“Okay, I’ll do it this once,” Mick said. His answer probably made little sense given why he stayed away, but he assured himself that as an adult, he set the rules –point blank. After all, how sad would it be to allow a teenager dominance over a man closing in on forty?
“Oh goodie,” Mrs. Bertram beamed. Seeing her exude relief was worth the price of admission. This woman provided him counsel during some of the roughest patches in his life, and her granddaughter’s residency existed only a few months thus far, so he refused to let that ruin his wholesome, neighbourly relationship.
He waved at Mrs. Bertram and cruised on home, abandoning the idea of self-love. Now disgusted at almost declining to help out his sweet neighbour, he just watched a few films and went to bed early.
The following morning, he quickly readied himself and arrived in front of Mrs. Bertram’s house for the mutually agreed 9 am. A few minutes passed, and Shalisa still hadn’t reared her head as yet, but at the ten-minute mark, Mrs. Bertram poked out hers and said, “So sorry, sweetie, she’ll be out soon.”
The door remained ajar, and their muddled voices rose and fell in disagreement. No doubt about the granddaughter’s tardiness. When she finally appeared at 9:20 am, the look on her face split eight parts dour, two parts “who gives a shit?” She was a slip of a girl with her wavy extensions, septum ring, white tube top and flouncy, multi-coloured pants. The chain she wore bore a design not easily decipherable but hardly mattered after she sat in the vehicle and dropped her bag on the floor.
Mick swung the engine and drove. The deafening silence prompted him to switch the radio to Bluetooth and start playing old-school hip-hop.
“That X?” she asked.
“It is. You’re familiar with DMX?”
“Didn’t have a choice. My uncles loved him. Why Grand Champ out of all his shit, though?”
Bemused and mute in astonishment at the young lady’s musical knowledge, he replied, “It’s Dark and Hell is Hot deserves a breather.”
She looked over at him and smirked, showing the first positive expression since coming through her front door. “Sorry you had to hear my grandma riding my ass this morning.”
Mick nodded and left it at that. Even though he agreed with Mrs. Bertram, her business with Shalisa wasn’t his.
“What I’m not going to apologise for,” she said softly, “is mouthing to you how much I wanna suck that dick.”
Mick swallowed, and his heart nearly burst through his chest and windshield to splatter innocent bystanders. What in the hell was this young lady on?
“Aren’t you gonna say anything… Mick?” Her delicate hand rubbed along his thigh for a moment before he picked it up and nearly threw it back over to her side.
“Shalisa, listen to me: what you are suggesting is inappropriate.” His shaky delivery caused him to pause but then resume with more bass and assertion. “I am a fully grown man, and you are just a teenager.”
Shalisa sucked her teeth and waved him off. “Oh puh-lease. You really telling me you ain’t thought of chucking that grown-ass dick into my pretty mouth? I know you liked that show I gave the last couple of times you came over.”
“About that, I didn’t appreciate your performance behind your grandmother’s back. That’s not cool.”
Shalisa busted out in laughter. “How am I supposed to believe in what you sayin’ when you don’t even sound like you do?”
“Now, Shalisa…”
“Look, if you’re not going to fuck me, fine. I’ll just find someone else.” She giggled and looked out the window. The tone of her voice made Mick question if she respected his stance or she pitied his attempt of stamping his authority. Maybe she just acclimated to help him avoid further embarrassment.
The drive continued for another fifteen minutes, with DMX’s raspy vocals filling the air. When they reached their destination, Shalisa lowered the volume on his radio and said, “I’ll need a ride home, too. Don’t think grandma told you that.”
“She didn’t.”
“Well, I just did. Class finishes in about two hours, so see you then.” She gave a weak smile, picked her bag up and exited the car. Mick trailed off, grumbling and decided to kill time over at the mall and surrounding areas close by.
After strolling around, he sat at a table by his lonesome, eating two scoops of Double Dutch chocolate ice cream from a cup, ruminating about his life: Thirty-eight years old, single, no children. His job was sufficient, and at least he owned his own place, but often times he wondered to what end. The age difference held questionable moral standing, but did it matter in the grand scheme of life? It wasn’t like she begged for his hand in marriage. She just wanted to slob on his knob – amongst other things.
Thoughts of her doing just that coursed through his brain and rose to excessive levels when young women in Shalisa’s age range sauntered around the mall, wearing panty-length shorts that failed to cover their entire rear and printed their labial folds with great efficiency. To catch the matinee from the beginning, he had no choice but to calm his painful erection and jog to the cinema.
After the movie’s completion, he rushed to his vehicle as Shalisa’s class ended thirty minutes prior. He didn’t speed but kept well above a snail’s pace before he returned to this institution of learning. A dank disturbance swelled within his stomach upon seeing her sat on a bench next to a handsome, athletically built young man. Lecherousness radiated from her mug, which she probably wanted dripping with the youngster’s nut the way she bit her lips and dared not break eye contact. When she rubbed from his knee and slowly advanced, paused at his package and leaned in for a kiss, Mick blew the horn and then stared straight ahead when he caught their attention. His heart sprinted compared to when Shalisa’s lewd questions aired that morning. Even the sound of the passenger door unlatching and clicking shut couldn’t shift his position or avoidant gaze.
“Didn’t expect you back, champ,” Shalisa said.
“I promised I would.” Mick still stared straight ahead and hit the gas.
“Nuh-uh. I insisted, and you went along with it. Big difference.”
Mick grumbled and drove at a steady pace, then shifted his musical tastes to Kendrick Lamarr.
“Awww, was hoping to hear some more X,” Shalisa said. “So whaddya think?”
“About what?”
“The boy I was making out with. Should I fuck ‘im?” From the corner of Mick’s eye, she shifted her body so that it pointed directly at him, with one leg tucked on the seat.
Mick turned to look at her for the first time since she got in, then quickly refocused on the road as she bit her bottom lip and dimmed her gaze. “That’s a decision you gotta make.”
“Ugh, you’re such a coward, Mick.” She emphasized the consonant sound at the end of his name to mimic choking.
“What’d I do?”
“Why can’t you just say yes or no? It was a simple question.”
“Your body, kid. Not my place.”
“But you’re not pushing your mouth in unsolicited. I wanted your opinion.” Shalisa grunted and said, “Know what, whatever. Since you don’t wanna fuck me, I’ll fuck him. I need a nut… real bad.”
“Alright, well, do you.” Mick turned the volume up while King Kunta blared, and he rapped along with Kendrick as Shalisa shifted to sit normally.
Twenty minutes later, they reached their neighbourhood, and Shalisa exited with a disgusted “Thanks” before swaying up the pathway to her house. When she dug into her bag, expletives soared, and then she knocked on the door. Mick, being old-school and a decent human being, refused to leave until she entered her home. She kept knocking before pulling out her mobile to call who Mick assumed was her grandmother. After multiple attempts and finally succeeding, she briefly conversed with the individual, then slothed over to Mick with an aura of defeat.
“My grandma’s not here,” she said, bent over, propping her forearms on the passenger side’s window sill. “She told me to chill over by you in the meantime. Can I or not?”
“For your grandmother, no prob, but let me holler at her real quick.” Mick’s flat tone elevated when Mrs Bertram answered. He confirmed his pending guest’s story, disconnected the line and nodded at an irritated Shalisa. Mick understood her vexation, but he preferred that over possibly falling for the fables of a horny teenager. She sat back into the car, and they coasted several more houses down until reaching his abode.
After parking and going into his house, Shalisa asked for his bathroom, used it and then plopped into his couch before the TV’s blackened reflection.
“So, how’re we gonna pass the time?” she asked.
“I’m going to fry up some quarter pounders and fries. You want some?”
“Yes. With a side of dick, please.”
Mick glared at her. “What is with you?
“Okay-okay.” She put up her hands.
Half an hour passed, and Shalisa scrolled through her social media while Mick finished up their lunch. He sliced the buns, spread mayonnaise on the inner halves and added the burgers, then slices of cheese. Lightly salted fries were dressed in ketchup and hot sauce, and he carried everything to the couch, served Shalisa’s portion, then sat.
“Doom scrolling an entire afternoon is boring,” he said while picking up the remote and selecting a streaming service.
“So we’ll watch something instead. Why, that’s even more riveting.”
Mick shook his head and picked a thriller. They sat in quiet observation of the film for the first ten to fifteen minutes before Shalisa broke the silence.
“Sorry for being such an ass.” She sulked and chewed her lip.
Mick paused the video, looked at her and calmly said, “Apology accepted.”
She looked up and smiled. “And to be clear, I’m apologizing for coming on strong, not for wanting you to have sex with me.”
He nodded and chuckled. “Well, I gotta take it however I get it.”
“Is this a safe space?”
He cackled way harder than appropriate and stopped when Shalisa remained stoic. “That was unnecessary. Being serious, yes, it is.”
“Okay, um.” Shalisa paused and placed her hand on his, and to his surprise, he didn’t pull away. “I’m not sure what’s wrong with me. I think I may be hypersexual or something. I can’t get sex off of my mind, and I can’t even go a few weeks without some dick up in me. I feel it’s the main reason my mama shipped me out here.”
He placed his hand on hers. “She thinks Mrs. Bertram – your granny – would’ve been able to help with that?”
Shalisa shrugged. “I guess; I don’t know. It’s messed up because my mama’s normal; she thinks grandma’s normal, but the truth is, I think she a freak too.”
“Jesus Christ.” Mick tried to hold in a laugh, but when Shalisa noticed his struggle, she busted a gut, and he followed. When it settled, he asked, “What makes you say that?”
“Grandma ain’t out runnin’ no errands today. She’s out there getting some dick. She be talking on the phone, texting and giggling with all types of brothers. Old, young, it doesn’t matter.” Shalisa then squinted at Mick.
“Uh-uh.”
“What?” She slit her eyes more.
“I know whatcha thinking, and no. No, I’ve never done anything with your grandma. Jesus, she’s like my neighbourhood mom; come on now.”
“Hmm, alright. I believe ya.” Shalisa smiled. “She likes her men more forthright anyway.”
“Now, what’s that supposed to mean? And I thought we were talking about you?”
“Oh, we are. Look, forget I said anything about that. You’re right; I have to respect your decision to not wanna do anything with me. That’s my hypersexual demon talking.”
“If it’s any consolation, always wanting to fuck at nineteen is completely natural. No disrespect to your moms, but she’s buggin’.”
Shalisa giggled, and his chest warmed to her positivity. She rested her head on his shoulder, and they resumed the movie.
After it finished, they fell asleep, and Mick awoke later, lying flat with Shalisa on top, her cheek latched to his chest. Not aware of how this occurred, his libido fluttered at the swell of her round bottom sucking in her baggy pants. His mind barged through forbidden doors as he imagined planking above her and grinding, absorbing her backside’s warm plushness against his pelvis. Big mistake, as his cock grew and poked her abdomen. Shalisa stirred, rubbed her eyes and gazed at Mick.
“Forgive me for saying this,” she muttered, “but it feels big. You sure you do– ”
Mick planted his lips against hers, and she shuddered but then relaxed and ran her hands over the side of his face. He eased the pressure and held her lightly, but she pressed into him and slid her hand down his torso to his stiff appendage, which still prodded her belly.
“Don’t play with me,” she said with her head raised, staring at him. “We really doing this?”
“You better get down there before I change my mind.”
She crawled backward until her chin dipped below his crotch, and she pulled his pants down. “Why the change of heart?” she asked, gripping the base of his cock and then rubbing its entirety along her cheeks and nose.
“Let’s just say, today softened me on you.”
“Feels pretty hard to me.” She squeezed it twice.
“I should know better.”
“Don’t overthink it, Mick. It’s just sex.” Shalisa’s perfectly arched back and petite rump cosplayed a fleshy heart symbol as it rose to what seemed miles above her crown. That perfect positioning must’ve taken a lot of trial and error. Maybe several attempts in front of a mirror to nail the perfect visual. A visual that powered Mick’s erection to full efficiency. Her heated tongue slithered from balls to tip, encircled the glans, then slimed down to the balls again. She obviously did her homework when it came to pleasuring men since she skillfully rolled her tongue over his balls while slowly stroking his rod’s top half.
“God-fucking-damn.” Mick shielded his vision in disbelief, then threw his hands overhead as Shalisa continued her oral assault. On another up-lick, she pulled his dick toward her and slipped her plump kisser over it, eliciting deep groans from his larynx. Her round derriere swayed, and more blood filled his voluminous cock, stretching her lips and printing a more prominent network of veins in his organ.
She popped off him. “You love seeing my little booty swinging around, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Can’t wait to put me in some backshots, I bet.” She bowed and worked her neck over half of his length.
“Hell yeah,” he growled.
She pulled off again. “You better pull my hair and fuck me hard, hear me? All I wanna hear is my ass clapping when you hitting it. This ain’t gon’ be no love-making session – Fuck me.”
Shalisa could easily be a TED Talks speaker one day with how she inspired Mick. He slipped off the couch, bent over, and tongue kissed her, then went behind and lowered to her buttocks. He planted kisses on each cheek and then smacked them, causing her to yelp. Then he pushed toward her vulva and licked her labia, clit and any flesh that dared challenge him.
“Ooh shit. That feels good.”
Mick’s only replies were vocalizations of satisfaction. Better than the ice cream from earlier and far surpassing the burger and fries he prepared. The tanginess of her cunt made his organ flex in anticipation of the heat that awaited him. In almost ravenous fashion, he grunted as he grabbed her cheeks, slurped and snarled until she bucked into a frenzied climax all over his face.
“You motherfucka, oooh shit.” She vibrated and mewled for what seemed an eternity, then fell flat.
“Uh-uh, you wanted this, now you’re gonna get it.” Mick yanked her hips up, placing her in the original face-down-ass-up scenario, and she stretched her arms straight in front, whimpering into the cushions.
“Fuck me.” The predicament muffled her voice. Mick dipped his length between her sweet, nectary lips. Their plumpness amazed him, and with every pull and push, froth accumulated along his shaft, enraging his demeanour. He pulled her up by the hair and thrust firmly, bottoming out with a loud plap.
“You on birth control?” His tone became gravelly.
“Fu-hu-uck. No, baby.”
“Where you want me to nut when it’s time?”
“Anywhere but in my pussy.”
He withdrew and then proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of her per her earlier request. As much as Mick guessed she craved to scream by her sob-like expressions, cluing neighbours in was inadvisable, so their vocalizations maxed out at low grunts, growls and profanities.
“Pull my hair harder,” she snarled. “I’m about to fucking cum, motherfucka.”
Mick rutted her with unbridled fury until her arch straightened, and she writhed uncontrollably on his pelvis, grunting and pressing her soft booty flesh into him. Mick grabbed her neck and pulled her to face him, but only white eyes and bubbles frothing at her mouth presented themselves.
“Fucking bastard,” she croaked, her features renormalized. “You made me cum so hard, shit.”
Mick pulled out and said, “Gonna fuck you standing. Turn around and jump on.”
Shalisa hopped onto Mick and wrapped her legs around him. While clutching her juicy butt cheeks, he lowered her onto his thick column and moaned with every inch that entered. It didn’t take long before the grinding became out-right pounding, and the clapping of his thighs against hers, along with her cheeks, overshadowed their primal moans.
“I’ma cum soon, you lil slut.” Sweat sheened his body, and veins bulged.
“Oh my God,” she said, her visage contorting into that sobby expression again, “fucking cum everywhere.”
Strained vocals emanated from Mick when he jogged toward the couch, dropped and straddled Shalisa. He seethed and cussed, resembling hellspawn as thick ropes of semen burst over her face, neck and torso. A long stripe claimed her forehead, right eye, cheek, neck and chest, while two others speckled her hair and ran down across her nose, swollen lips and sternum. The petering shots as he growled and jutted his lower mandible dotted and striped her abs, pooling into her navel. A guttural “Fuck” left his mouth along with a string of drool as the final ebbs of his orgasm faded.
“This,” Shalisa said, dipped fingers into her belly button, then sucked them, “is the most nut I’ve ever seen up close. Holy shit, bro, you alright?”
Mick barely managed to nod, then fell backward into the couch and murmured, “Um, you can use the paper towels on top of the fridge.”
“That’s alright.” She continued swiping cum off her body and eating it. “I like cleaning it off this way. Tissues are for if I tire out. Dawg, you were backed up.”
Mick stretched his arms across the back of the sofa and tilted his head up. “Yeah, I suck at jacking off.” Shalisa cackled, and he said, “The things that happen when you come out of a five-year-long relationship.”
“Sorry about that.”
He waved it off. “How soon before your grandmother gets home?”
“Shit.” Shalisa shrugged. “Why you ask? Wanna go again?”
“I am not your age. Need a bit to recover.”
“Oh God, you act as if thirty-eight is so goddamn old.”
“Whatever.” Mick stood and lumbered toward the bathroom. “Getcha self tidied up. Heading to the shower.”
“I should clean up, too,” she said seductively.
“Then you’re smelling soapy and fresh as hell after being out the entire day? Granny isn’t gonna find that just a lil suspicious?”
“Shit, you right.” She tapped her chin with an index finger. “But would you prefer me leaving, smelling like nine guys nutted all over me?”
Mick sucked his teeth. “Nine guys… come along with your goofy ass.”
Shalisa giggled and skipped into the shower with Mick, where they took great care, getting each other spick and span.
Afterward, they relaxed for an hour and started another movie before igniting a quickie to satisfy their basal urges. Missionary with her legs resting on his shoulders, and when his orgasm approached, she flipped onto her stomach so he grunted out another load in her ass crack.
Minutes after that second session, Mrs. Bertram called her granddaughter, and Mick escorted her home. Both were mindful of their body language as they didn’t want to give up the ghost to any onlookers, especially Mrs. Bertram. When they arrived at the house, and Shalisa vanished to her room, Mrs. Bertram hugged and thanked Mick.
“It was no problem at all,” Mick said.
“You really went out of your way today. Her ride messaged me today and said they’ll be out for a little longer than expected. You mind playing chauffeur for the next three Saturdays?”
“After all you’ve done for me, that’s absolutely fine.” At that moment, Shalisa appeared in the hallway behind her grandmother, naked and twerking, before blowing him a kiss and disappearing into her room.
“You sure, sweetie?”
An enhanced smile inspired by Shalisa’s antics beamed. “Never more sure in my life.”
