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Added: Jan 27, 2010
Owner: Bigdee313
Total Stories: 1

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NEW PUSSY (Report It)

CHAPTER 1
NEW PUSSY (introduction)

2008
I'm in it, and when I say I'm in it I mean I'm about a inch from the rib. I push deep with a long stroke, never fast, just slow, profound penetration, ass splash while water fall pools soak my pole. This womans black hole, what makes it different from the rest, other than its a sloppy mess just like I like it. I question myself, what makes her pussy special?
When I'm pushing in, shes working too, tightening up. A intense gravity trying to keep me out. Her muscles spasm in a long contraction, forcing her walls to grip my steel hill. When I'm coming out her cat breathes a sigh of relief. A pulsing irony like her kitty cat isnt meowing for the plumbing, only we both know she hasnt been dicked down like this in a long time. I like it when the ladies work with me, it lets me know their pussy is special. What makes her pussy special?
My right hand grips tightly on her wobbly right ass cheek. That ass cheek so fluffy and soft its bouncing like a tidal wave against my stomach and if I dont hold it I'm gone nut way too soon. My left hand comes crashing down on her left ass cheek; I clamp my fingers in it. I spread her apart like I'm in the ancient days spreading the sea. I go deeper. I notice she exhales harder, her back arches and now I know that I'm doing my thing. Ive touched a spot in her that hasnt been touched in a while or a spot that has never been touched. Now that I moved all that ass out the way I can totally maneuver. What a wonderful ass it is, it just makes a man sink. Her ass is soft and supple, it can make a hand damn near disappear like quick sand. What makes this pussy special?
I like how she makes me sweat; I mean I havent worked out like this in a while. Her back is sweating, her skin texture looks like a priceless oil. I love her smooth complexion. Nothing is more attractive to me than a smooth jet black with fat pussy lips and a pink slit. The color clashing really does something to me. I command her to look at me. The way she swiftly turns her head drives me crazy. Some of the hair is glued to her face either from her perspiration or the glue keeping the weave in. Her mouth is slightly gaped open, eyes wide in lust. Her eyes put me in a trance from the beginning with how they inclined. Or was it the complete Nubian lips. While we stare at each other I turn up my tempo, the soft seductive music notes coming from her mouth drive me crazy. Her pussy is singing another tune, its farting and streaming. What makes her pussy special?
Maybe its because shes a hood rat and I havent been with one in a while. I like her blunt conversation, her impulsive lies, spontaneous behavior and most of all her pleading. I like when she whines and calls me daddy, I know its all bullshit but its entertaining. She laughs at my jokes as if I'm the funniest nigga on the planet. Shes always playful, the spirit of a baby. Her needs are base, feed me, fuck me, touch me, play with me. I like her portico of dependency and mirage of addiction. I love it when she tells me she loves me. Even though I know she lying. What makes her pussy special?
Now that I'm at the bottom of that pussy after 20 minutes of supreme dick control I realize its only one thing that makes her pussy special. My pubic hairs look like theyve been in a deep cleansing. A light thin foam thats just is shade clearer than soap glisten my pubic area. I like to call it pussy shampoo, and it is everywhere. I'm about 20 seconds from releasing the billion dollar baby. My dick is hot as a tea kettle. Her slimy back caressing my stomach as I'm slumped over grinding. My fingers in her mouth, my teeth sank in her neck like I'm a vampire. I'm startled by the fact that the simplest things make her pussy special. That one thing is its new.
When I nut its the same feeling from every other nut Ive had. I feel at peace. My mind is totally clear; I could walk on the fucking moon. I roll off of her onto the bed and lay there ass naked day dreaming about nothing. The same thing happens again and again and I realize shes no different than the rest when she questions, What you thinking bout? I look at her unaware what my face looks like but I know Ive done my business. Shes smiling, exhausted and thinking about long term shit. Me, I'm pissed because shes just disrupted my peace.
Now the thoughts race through my head, damn bitch, didnt I just put the dick down right. In a minute shes going to try to stand up and her inner thigh will start shaking. Shes going to realize just how good I punished her naughty ass, so why cant she just lay back and relax. Its a question I doubt I will ever understand or realize.
Ive come to realize that no matter how good or bad you put the dick down women will never just sit back and give you your moment, you wont find your peace. Ive given some women a horrific performance; I mean 20 seconds, 1 minute, 5 minutes or even five strokes. I even thought about getting the stiffer back up but when they had that look of disgust and pushed those words, What you thinking bout? Out of their mouths I just said fuck it. I figured that if I put the dick game down then they would just settle down. No matter how good or bad you fuck em they going to ask that question and as soon as they ask that then its like theyre not even new pussy.
When I hear those words I am back in the world. I feel the pressure as a black man. I know my women dont think I'm worth shit, when I first started fucking and getting into relationships I wanted to change their minds but now I dont give a fuck. I come to grips with society, I hear my description on the news telecast about 3 times a day and I'm described as armed and dangerous. I know the white man hates me; I blend on the job, marginalize and try to fit in so they wont get scared. When I'm in the presence of other black men its an unspoken respect but more importantly I see my competition. We are fighting for the same jobs, weve been through the same struggles and were gunning for that top spot that neither of us know. When I see niggas I tense up, ready to battle bravado, foolishness and face their hypocrisy.
I compete with the niggas too. They look at me something like a sell out because I'm a nigga too, but I can hide my niggerdom to survive. They capitalize off others niggerdom, get glory and shout, I'm keeping it real knowing their integrity and honor level is low. They will leave their children, snitch on their girlfriend, fuck their homeboys wife, rob their cousin and lie ten miles a second. They steal the slogans of the so called real gees who do have a few ethics and portray them. You know the guys locked up for life who actually played by the rules he chose or the righteous criminals who fought for black liberation through education, rioting, bank robbery, political prisoners and so forth. In all honesty most of these niggas are worst than the sack chasing bitches.
I'm back in the zone that I'm the number one villain. I dont mind being the villain because Ive been preparing for it since I was about 11 or 12. When my nuts started growing hair and being affiliated to the tough niggas was necessary to survive I embraced my destiny.
I had to fight niggas, compete with black men and tolerate white people later. I had to watch for the scheming chicks and keep my principles and character in order. I tolerate the foreigners coming and setting up shop without hiring anybody, more times than not selling inferior products to my people. I tolerate the attacks on my mind, body and essence, stand strong and embrace my role as the villain. The world is out to get me but I dont really give a fuck, I'm a black manactually I'm a nigga, so I can take it. My small victories are savored, enlightening someone, giving back, back in my college days I would steal from rich white kids and run quick scams on gas stations.
New pussy is the remedy for that nightmare that black men and niggas consider reality. The excitement of it, not knowing how it will feel or fit, the mystery of never knowing what her purr is like or imagining what her sex faces is like. You wonder what it looks like, what will the perfume be, does it have a fade, is it bald or bushy. I can get with all of em. Is it full of ice cream or run like a water fall? Does it erupt like a volcano and when it contracts does her body shake like a earth quake? Is it sweaty with celestial eyes gazing at you while yall swap hot breath? Will she talk shit like a gangster or beg like a slave, sometimes I just like to hear her sing in the native tongue of every culture. You know that majestic breath with high noted moans that symbolize nothing but bliss.
The drive to captivate that new pussy, dick swollen from anticipation keeps your thinking out of sync. Sometimes on the way to get that new pussy I go on a farting fit I'm so electrified in lust. The cat and mouse game might be what really turns me out to new pussy. Even if the pussy is wack I know I can laugh about it with my dogs. We can say shit like, Yo that bitch pussy was garbo dude, shit was dry like the Sahara. Or you can tell them, Dude lil mamma pussy was like a well, a nigga had to do gymnastics to knock on a wall. The worst thing though is when you get new pussy from a fine woman that, My mans, I felt like I was fucking a zombie. She aint make a sound.
Then your road dogs gone let you know, You wasnt hitting it right.
The rubber juiced up, kit cat farted a few times and it was wet so you know it aint that. You have to explain but its funny, Naw my nigga I hit it good but she was just laying there. She was a flat backer.
One of your boys will understand, I hate that shit.
Then your freak nasty homey that stay at the clinic about as often as we politic at the barber shop will say, You should have ate that shit.
I'm not big on licking no new pussy but if its pretty enough I might consider it. If the new pussy is good then I can fall in love for a week or two until it becomes straight pussy, old pussy, just pussy and after a couple months its ancient pussy. A month later its like nagging mutha fuckah will you leave me alone pussy. New pussy is the original crack.
New pussy aint always good pussy though. It is the original crack so if it aint the pure cocaine its cut. Good pussy is minimal drama, clean vagina, wet, tight fit, fat lipped and if I'm lucky a squirt with a big clit. Good pussy moan to you, it is passion like a full body massage with a salt bath and shot of Jack Daniels after getting paid with a bonus. Some times new pussy can be good pussy but no matter what, aint no pussy like new pussy.
Of course I cant tell this woman all of this is going through my mind so instead I lie. I break into a wide grin, my eyes are probably still dreamy because I'm tired and my dick is half dead. I tell her, Oh baby I needed that. My mouth deletes most of the truth but it is true, I needed some new pussy. New pussy is a mans gospel, armor and salvation in his harshest times.
I'm in the bathroom now, thinking of a great escape. Ive used just about every trick in the book. Ive text messaged my boy secretly and told him to call me in five minutes and act as if its some problem. Ive acted drop dead tired. Or Ive even created a elaborate lie before I even walked through the door about having to do something noble. I have to pick up my nephew, I have to run errands for my grandmother or my mother needs me to move some furniture. They all work because new pussy is a lie itself. New pussy never drains you. New pussy is never clingy. New pussy is a mans dream.
New pussy will get you fucked up in the game though. New pussy might burn, drip, bubble up and puss. New pussy can also turn into crazy pussy, so a man must at all times be on guard. After I carefully take the condom off, wrap it in toilet tissue and flush it down the toilet I do what any sane guy would do, I wash my dick off sync. If I see some peroxide around I'm going to pour some of that on me too. Unlike most new pussy fiends I dont run up in it raw. New pussy is so powerful it will make a guy lose his natural mind, but I have better sense than that.
When I'm through washing its time to make my great escape, a hundred and fifty reasons have popped into my head but I delicately select the best one to fit this womans character. I make my move into the room and find her at peace. Good dick can go a long way I think to myself. New pussy is the original crack and dick is the original pipe because when I sit back and think about it, this woman doesnt know me. I could be a savage animal, her kids are asleep, all four of them. She let some dick knock her out and leave her helpless. I could do anything I want but instead I do what I think is the most dreamy for her. I'll stop lying, I could lay in the bed with her ass naked and hold her titties while kissing her nappy kitchen but that wouldnt be consistent with the elaborate story I made up earlier in the day.
I walk over to the bed and kiss her lightly on the cheek, then I move to her mouth as she wakes up from her cat nap. My tongue travels both of her lips before dancing on her tongue. I touch her slit to find it still hot and moist. I give the impression that I dont want to leave under any circumstances. I pull away slowly, Girl you gone have my mamma cussing me outMr. Happy will be back to see you ASAP. She moans groggily and scoots off the bed. She walks wide legged to the door, I marvel at my great work following behind her.
Once I'm outside my small piece of peace returns. It is a artificial peace though, similar to masturbation. The peace last for the drive home. See when jacking off you lay around blank with nut still running down your dick till it goes soft. The disturbance is the movie and the fact that you just had to get yourself off. For a guy like me, its quite damaging to the ego. Thats the equivalent to the ride home. You get that peace of mind but you have to be aware enough not to crash. I wish that woman would have just let me be for ten minutes, thats all I needed. I smile though, happy I got some new pussy.

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