Nigga Heaven Ch. 03

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.

Sam eventually found his ass on the swing-shift at the MHC psychiatric emergency room. This happened after he souvenired Barbara with a baby-san and her pansy husband had second thoughts about black bulls playing in his pasture. He and Barbara moved before she swelled up nice.

Alas Sam's fucking caught up with him but they couldn't fire him so they did the next worst thing, they chained him to the ER from 2PM till midnight, five nights per week. It didn't stop Sam from finger fucking the bipolar gals tied down on the restraint beds but there was no place to fuck them right. He also had to work the crisis hotline.

The strangest call that he ever got came from a woman named Loretta, and it started thisaway:

"Marmalade County Crisis Hotline, how may I help you?" Sam said without enthusiasm.

"I hope you can help me, I've called everywhere, and was told to call you," it was a middle-age white woman.

"What's going on?" Sam asked.

"I want to be a lesbian but I like no idea how to get started," she said.

"I don't know personally, but I've been told that you need a female partner to get started, and you take it from there," he said.

"OK, I kinda got the partner part okay, but I need to know what to do with the woman," she sounded clueless and frustrated. "Isn't there a course at the college or maybe a book you can recommend?"

"Hold on, are you a lesbian?" Sam asked.

"No," she replied.

"Then why you wanna be a lesbian?" Sam asked.

"Cause my boyfriend, Frankie, wants me to be a lesbian," she said.

"So you got a boyfriend, did I hear that right?" He asked.

"Yeah, his name is Frankie, and he lives across the street," she said.

"Is Frankie kinda kinky, you know what I mean?" He suggested.

"Not really, he likes me to fill my mouth with ice when I give him a blowjob, but that's about it," she said.

"So why does he want you to be lesbian?" He asked.

"Because of his wife," she said.

"I'm confused," Sam admitted.

"OK, Frankie wants to get back together with his ex, and he said I could move in with them if I was a lesbian," she explained.

"So you could service both of them?" He asked.

"That's a crude way to put it, but yes," she confessed.

It was the start of many phone-calls where Loretta cried over Frankie, blasted her boss (the Marmalade County Tax Collector), ranted about Niggaz (she hated Niggaz), and confessed to fucking a couple of guys who worked for Frankie. And one night, after many phone-calls, she drove to MHC to see Sam. She pretended that she never uttered an unkind word about blacks, and seemed friendly enough; that is, she didn't fly out the door when she saw him. "Curiosity got the best of me," she laughed.

Loretta was five-three or there-about's, with strawberry blonde beehive curls, and enough padding to turn angles into appealing curves, where curves mattered. She confessed to a C bra cup but looked more like a B to Sam's experienced eyes.

During her reconnaissance of Sam she showed him an old photo from high school, where she had been a cheerleader and a popular girl.

After she left, the phone calls continued for a few more weeks, until one afternoon Loretta's supervisor called Sam to report that Loretta had a breakdown at work and was sent home. Loretta then called Sam to confirm the emergency and appeal for a home visit after the end of his shift. "Doesn't matter what time it is, I'll wait up, OK?" She insisted.

Sam rang her doorbell about twelve-fifteen, and she opened the door dressed in a simple housecoat, smelling good, and freshly painted. She hugged Sam, thanked him for coming, and led him to her sofa where she parked him and stretched out with her head on his lap. On the tv was an old porno movie starring Ron Jeremy thirty years younger and 100 pounds thinner. Sam knew the movie: Ron dies, goes to Hell, where none of the beautiful, horny, females have holes for fucking. Loretta moved Sam's arm down over her midriff and held his large hand.

After the movie Loretta got up, went to the kitchen for a bottle and glasses, lost the house-coat somewhere along the way, and looked good in her baby-doll nightie. Her firm tits held up the fabric like tent poles. She poured two jelly glasses with liquor, kept one, and handed the other to Sam. "Drinking it straight, huh?" Sam asked.

"There's ice and mixers in the kitchen," she replied, and snuggled beside Sam. "Wanna know what happened today?"

Sam looked at her and spoke, "Frankie dumped you, right?"

"How'd you know, did Mary tell you?" Loretta studied Sam's face with her eyes.

"No, all she told me was you had a breakdown and went home," he said.

"I called Frankie, to see if he'd come over tonight, you know, and he said that he couldn't see me any more, and I lost it," she said. "He said he heard that I fucked his guys, but Christ! what am I supposed to do, wait around like a good little girl for some crumbs?" She vented. "I told Mary to let you know." She moved her jelly glass to her left hand and placed her right hand on Sam's leg. Sam immediately moved her hand to his package. Loretta looked flummoxed and speechless but didn't jerk her hand away.

"Let's skip all the foreplay and appetizers," he suggested. "I didn't come here to hold your hand while you blubber about your friend, and you didn't invite me here for daddy to comfort his little girl, I come here to use you and help you feel really cheap and depraved. Any additions or corrections to that business?" He asked.

"I thought you were nice, I guess I was wrong!" She whined but kept her hand on his crotch. "I guess you're gonna rape me if I don't put out, huh? Pussys all you came here for."

"The pussy part is right, what else you got, besides little and nuthin? But I ain't gonna rape you, what I'se gonna do is leave," he stood to go.

"Don't go, I'm sorry; I'm tired of being a piece of ass and an easy lay," she looked up at his face.

"Don't lie! You ain't never been tired of cock. You live for cock, it's all you ever talk about. OK! I got a cock, and I come over to give you some of it. You can have a little or a lot, makes no difference to me, but shut the fuck up about the weenie you ain't getting when you got some staring you in the face, you dig?" He suggested.

Loretta nodded her head, sat on her knees, wiped her nose on her arm, and unbuckled Sam's belt. "I wanna fuck you in your bed," he told her.

"OK, let me turn off the tv and put stuff away," she said.

"Fuck the tv, lets go to bed, you can do that cleaning and straightening shit in the morning. Besides, you ain't going to work no how," he said.

"OK," she said, and led Sam to her bedroom.

The phone rang. Loretta moved to answer it. Sam said, "If you pick up that goddamned phone I'm going."

Loretta checked the caller ID and answered, "Frankie!" Sam left.

The next night Loretta was parked beside Sam's car when he left work. "Can we talk?" She pleaded.

"Lemme guess, Frankie left you high and dry, huh?" He said.

"Kinda, he wants me to put his bowling ball and stuff out in the garage and leave the door unlocked so he can get it," she replied.

"Bitch, you're a trip!" Sam said.

"If you come over I'll make it up to you," she looked up at him from inside her car.

Later, back at the ranch, Loretta finished what she started the night before minus the small nightie and paint and jelly glasses of booze. This night she was just a girl with Avon mascara tracks down her cheeks, a white cotton bra beneath a faded cotton tee shirt, pastel pink panties, and a serious lip lock on Sam's pussy packer. Sam watched Loretta swabbing his dick with her tongue, and she seemed contented, almost giddy. "God I love cock," she said between hard breathing and swabbing Sam's shaft. She braced her arms and hands against the headboard and moaned softly when he pushed his meat into her from behind. The image of Melanie running to Ashley at the end of the drive popped into her mind as Sam's cock went inside her. It was a happy reunion for her cunt, even if it was "Ashley's" first visit to Tara.

When his load gushed into her she thought it had swept her womb away in a flood. Exhausted, she fell asleep. Sam watched Loretta sleep, and watched his semen come back out in white burps and fat bubbles. The sheet was wet beneath her crotch. It was three o'clock.

When he took her to breakfast, before work, she was ravenous.