Nigga Heaven Ch. 04

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.

Brad opened the bedroom door and walked in. Cheryl was up on the bed with her ass hoisted for the bull who was packing her pussy. "Who in hell is he?" Brad wanted to know.

Cheryl turned her head to look behind her, "I forgot to ask, " she replied.

The bull spoke, "Be cool, I'll be finished wit your old lady in a minute."

Brad left and went out to the living room. In about fifteen minutes Cheryl and her bull came out of the bedroom, Cheryl embraced and kissed the man, "Call me," she said, and he left. Then she walked over to the sofa, sat beside her husband, and put his hand on her leg. "You can clean me up if you want, and I think you want to," she squeezed his hand and moved it to her snatch. Cheryl leaned over to kiss Brad and her breath had the bull's scent on it. She closed her eyes and pushed her tongue into his mouth. He started fingering her gooey gash.

"Lick it off your fingers for me, baby," she begged. He put the fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean. "That's right, clean your sweet whore up so she's ready for the next black cock in line," she said. After Brad pulled most of the semen out of Cheryl she lay on the sofa and spread her legs for him to get at with his face. She ran her fingers through his hair as he swabbed her hole with his tongue. "The best of all worlds," she thought, as his tongue cleaned every nook and cranny, "Plenty of black cock for a white whore and a nice man to take care of me and my black babies, and all he wants is for me to share the leftovers with him. Brad definitely adores me!"

When the cleanup was done Brad and Cheryl fell asleep.

Brad and Cheryl met when the court tossed Cheryl into rehab for crack addiction, she was pregnant when they met. After her detox and rehab program she needed a place to live, and Brad took her home. She made it clear that she'd be his forever but her pussy belonged to the black man, and Brad would have to do without it if they got together. "It doesn't mean we can't be sexual but your tongue and fingers are all of you that's ever going inside me, if you can live with it, I'm your's, doll"

Cleaning Cheryl's body was a new twist in their relationship but it didn't win him the favor he wanted from her, though she liked it a lot.

Cheryl awoke about nine o'clock, got up, and discovered that she was almost out of cigarettes when she pulled one from the pack of smokes she kept in her purse "I gotta go get some," she thought. She went in the bedroom and aroused Brad, "Watch the baby while I go for cigarettes," she said and kissed him.

At the Quickie Mart she parked and went inside. Two black men were ahead of her in the cashier line, they looked at her and she smiled. They paid for their case of beer and took it outside. She bought her cigarettes and walked to her car.

The black men were walking along the road away from the store. Cheryl started her car and pulled onto the road, passing the two men, then stopping moments later. As they walked up she rolled down her window and spoke, "Would you guys care for a lift?" They got in the car.

The man with the beer pulled the tab on a can and handed it over to Cheryl, then handed one to the man riding beside Cheryl. "Where you guys headed?" She asked.

The guy beside her said, "Turn left on the other side of the bridge." The road followed the river for a mile or so. "Turn right just past that road sign," the man told her. She turned and followed a trail back in to the woods. "Pull over there," the man said. Cheryl did. "Now kill the motor," he said. She did and took a long swig from her beer. "Gimme nuther beer," the man said to his companion.

"Don't look like you're in no hurry to get home," he said to Cheryl.

"Maybe after I finish my beer!" She said.

"Maybe she wanna stay and do a little smoking with us?" Backseat man wondered.

"Wanna smoke a little crack?" Frontseat man asked.

"I promised my husband I wouldn't use anymore crack, "she said.

"Shit, a few rocks ain't gonna hurt you," he said.

"I really shouldn't," she insisted.

"Give the lady another beer!" The man said as he fixed his pipe and lit it.

The guy with the beer pulled the tab and handed Cheryl the can. "OK, but after this I really gotta get home," she said.

Cheryl tipped the can to drink and the man beside her squeezed her titty. Her legs slowly spread for her hand to massage the hole down there. She wasn't expecting the grope, and wasn't surprised. Picking up men was like buying crack rocks, and bound to be used soon enough. The man passed the pipe to his companion in the backseat, then spoke to Cheryl, "Sure you don't want a dose of the glass dick? It'll make the real one taste better." She wanted the glass dick, too, and moved her hand to the man's package. It was rising fast. Men think about the pussy when they smoke crack, and the crack makes the dick hard.

Before she knew it backseat man had his dick in her pussy, and the other had his in her mouth. The car was saturated with heat, crack fumes, and the aroma of sweat and other body fluids.

Unprotected sex with a black cock was the best high any girl could have, she thought. Brad hadn't phoned her, "He knows where I am," she mused as a cock unloaded a special delivery into her vagina. "He knows I'm off somewhere getting a re-fill. Gone off to visit Nigga Heaven."

Close to dawn she started the car and drove the men to her bank and made a withdrawal to buy some rocks from them, then drove back to the Quickie Mart where they got out. She went home. Brad heard the front door unlock and close.

Cheryl paused in front of the foyer mirror and studied the woman looking back at her. The woman in the mirror needed a hot bath and thorough scrubbing. It's the price a girl pays when she visits Nigga Heaven.

Brad found her and pulled her close. "I'm a mess and need a good cleaning," she said. 'I'll be in the bedroom."

"I'll call work, and be there shortly," he said.

"It's too bad he can't have any pussy, he puts up with a lot from me, but I can't break a promise, keeping promises is what trust is all about," she thought.