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Ghetto Fairy Tales Ch. 1

By: blackzilla99



GHETTO FAIRY TALES –1

“SAVED BY AN ANGEL”

By Blackzilla

FOR THE ZILLA FAMILY 

M/F/BLACK/FORCE/DRUGS

Being black and growing up in Brooklyn NY, was no joke. You live and die by whom you knew. I was lucky, my father and my uncle were hustlers from the old school. In other words they where drug dealers. It was only natural that I followed their footsteps. Flatbush belonged to my father and my uncle. If a nickel bag of weed was sold in that part of Brooklyn I guarantee you that my family was getting a cut. That’s just the way shit was. My father wasn’t the flashy type of dealer. He always kept a low profile. He was more of the management type. My uncle Rayquon on the other had was a stone cold ruthless killer. He didn’t give a fuck about anyone. Cross him and you paid a price. The family business, at least that’s what we called it was very profitable. 

The older I got the more I learned from them. My father taught me how to handle the financial aspects of the game and uncle Ray taught me how to manage employees. Yes I said employees. The drug game is no different then any other business. You have low-level workers and you have managers. The only difference was that there were no benefits, no human resource department, no complaining, and if you got fired, that meant you lost your life.

With my father and my uncle running Flatbush, that meant I was un-fucking touchable, and everybody knew it. Even the fucking cops new it. We even had cops on the payroll. And those white devils didn’t come cheap. The cock suckers always wanted more fucking money. But like all business we had expenses. My father told me that the most important thing was respect, but my uncle told me the most important thing was fear. Respect and fear and are a good combination in the drug game, one compliments the other beautifully.

After I graduated high school I thought about going to college. My father wanted me to go to school cause he didn’t want me to get to involved in the family business. After two years of college I had had enough fucking school. My father was a little pissed but he understood where I was coming from. My uncle was glad to have me back in the hood. He was so excited he offered me a (FLAT99)…. Which was a code word for how we broke down the neighborhoods. FLAT99 was one of our most profitable blocks. You see in order to keep things cool with the police all of our drug activities went down inside apartments and not on the streets. The cops can’t fuck with you if they don’t see. If we kept the drama off the streets the cops looked like they were doing their jobs. Neighbors were happy, cops were happy, and we were very happy. Like I said this was a business. My uncle was hiring me. He told me I would get $4000 a week to start. I did the math quickly in my head, it came out to a little over 200,000 a year. My uncle told me that I was already set up in the system. Let me explain the system to you folks out there. You see, a smart dealer just can’t make that kind of money with out attracting attention. My father was smart. He had white friends all over the city. And they all owned their own business or worked at a large corporation. For a small fee, a favor and some drugs, I was given job in their company or corporation. Its funny how some companies manage them selves in this world? They have so many employees to deal with that many times they don’t know who is working for them.

My uncle told me that I worked for a company called World Tech Systems. He said I was there new North Eastern Communications Consultant. I laughed my ass off. This is how it works. My father gives his connection $50,000 and in return the put me on there payroll as an employee earning $40,000 a year. I was mailed a check every week with taxes and benefits taken out. Basically I was paying my self. The 10 grand was just small fee for their services. Shit, I even had a 401k plan…not bad for a job that I never went to. 

I asked him what happened to Terrence? He ran that section for the last four years. My uncle just smiled and said,

“We had to let Terrence go, his services were no longer needed in the community.”

I knew exactly what he meant. Terrence was fucking dead. He must have fucked something up. O’well that’s life and shit happens.

My uncle told me that Blake was going to help me out. Blake was like a younger version of my uncle. He was a smooth talking, quick thinking thug. Blake dealt mostly with the staff. If you came up short the person that came to visit you was Blake. He was respected and feared. If an employee fucked up again my uncle ray was the next person they saw and most likely the last. 

People think that only the Italians can manage and operate in the underworld. There are a lot of Black- Gotti’s in Brooklyn and I was on my way to making a name for myself. There are a lot of well organized black drug crews in New York, that run their operations like fortune 500 corporations. And not all drug dealers drive Mercedes, Lexus’s and BMW’s. My father always liked to keep a low profile. He drove an old Chevy that looked like shit. But that ugly old Chevy had a brand new motor in it and was totally bullet proof. 

The first week went smooth. I knew most of the regular crew, but there were a few new cats around that I didn’t know. Blake told me who to keep an eye on and who was always on point. Everything was going good until one morning Freddy came by my crib. Freddy worked for me but he was new and I didn’t know him that well. There was something about Freddy that I didn’t like. I guess cause I didn’t know him like I knew the rest of the crew. Freddy told me that he was out of product. I asked him how much did he need. He told me he needed a dime. A dime in our bussines is 10 grand worth of product. The thing is all of our guys have limits that they are not allowed to go over. Some guy’s limits were up to $50,000. I wasn’t sure what Freddie’s limit was. The rule was 50% up front then they had 1 week to deliver the other half. It was only 10 grand so I gave it to him. 

A few days later my uncle came over to my place and he was fuming. He looked like he was about to blow a gasket. 

“Yo…. have you seen that mother-fuckin Freddy around.” 

“Naaaw…. I haven’t seen him…. why what’s up?” 

Right away I knew something was up. My uncle told me that he had just left Freddie’s spot and the place was shut down. Then he said,

“Did you front him any product recently?” 

“Oh shit Ray, that mother fucker came over here the other day…early in the morning… he told me he was out…. I fronted that mother fuck’a… a Dime.”

Uncle Ray was fuming. He told me that I should have never fronted Freddy a dime. I apologized to my uncle for making such a mistake. After he calmed down he told me that it wasn’t my fault, he told me that Freddy was basically still on probation and his limit was only 2,500. He told me that Blake should have schooled me on Freddy. I was really fucking pissed off now. I wanted to kill Freddy. I knew my uncle did. My uncle loved punishing people who stole from us. When I was younger I heard a story about the time this guy owed my uncle $60.000. Instead of killing the guy my uncle drove up to Westchester where the guys parent lived and burned their house down to the ground. He got his money 3 days later.

Uncle Ray calmed down but he had that look in his eye. 

“So what should we do about this uncle Ray.” 

“What she we do about…the question is…. what should you do about it,” he said sternly to me.

I was confused but I knew what he meant. 

“Freddy is part of your crew and he is your responsibility.”

I knew that before he even said it. That motherfucker played me and it was my call how to handle the situation. I told my uncle, “We have to fire Freddy.” My uncle smiled cause he knew what that meant. It was time to cancel Freddie’s subscription to life. My uncle started making calls on his cell phone. He was all excited. I knew he love knocking people off, but damn… sometimes I think he liked it too much. After about 20 minutes and 15 phone calls, Freddie was the most wanted man in all of Flatbush. He even called up some of the cops we had on the payroll to be on look out for Freddy.

After he got off the phone he sat me down and gave me big lecture on the rules of the game. He told me that I trust to easy and how I should never trust anyone in our game. The more he spoke the angrier I got. Freddy was a dead man. I called Blake and told him what went down. Blake was mad at himself, cause he knew Freddie, and signed off on him when he gave him a spot. Blake told me not to worry about it. He told me that he would find that motherfucker and send him a lullaby. 

You see in Brooklyn everybody knows everybody and know body knows anything, if you know what’s good for you. I felt good that things were in motion. Soon Freddy was going to be hanging with Elvis.

Business was pretty much the same for the next couple of days. Running a spot and keeping track the people and the product wasn’t that easy. My father and uncle ray could keep track of every penny and every pound of product in their head. I was chill’in at the crib late Friday night. When the doorbell rang. I never walked to the door with out my piece. My uncle gave me a 9mm semi automatic as a gift for my birthday. When I look through the peep hole I saw this girl standing there looking angry. 

“What the fuck do you want,” I said through the closed door way.

“Hi…my name is Angel…. can I talk to you for a minute.” She said in a soft voice.

The one thing I knew was that bitch wasn’t from around the neighborhood. And the second thing I knew was that the bitch was fine. But this is Brooklyn and this bitch might be trying to set me up. I didn’t open the door. I had a camera set up in the hallway of the building, so I went to take a look to see if she was alone. The bitch was by herself. The camera gave me a shot of her back. She was wearing a tight one-piece white dress with black strips. “Damn!!!!!”…. This bitch was packing a fat fucking ass. I went back to the front door and asked her what she wanted.

“Can I please talk to you…. I’m Freddie’s sister.”

As soon as she said that name I could feel my blood boiling. I opened the door and I was mesmerized by how fine this bitch was. Even though she looked like she was pissed off the bitch still looked fucking good. “Come on in,” I said to her in a calm voice. I thought maybe I could find out from her where Freddy was hiding out. As soon as she got in the front door she started crying. “Awe what the fuck is this bullshit.” I can’t stand to see women cry, it fucking annoys me. Females always fucking cry went the want to get something from a man. 

“I’m…. sorry,”…she said, as she continued to cry.

I still had my gun in my right hand against my thigh away from her line of site. I then said,

“Look…I don’t know you…but you got to stop this crying shit…right fucking now.”

She then looked up at me with tears in her eyes. 

“The word on the street is that you’re….ga…ga…. going to kill my brother.” She then busted into tears. 

Right there, I got annoyed. If this bitch thought she could come here to cry a little bit and make me feel sorry for her, she had another thing coming. She looked so pitiful sitting on my couch crying.

“Look girl, I don’t know what your talking about.” I said, as if I didn’t know what she was talking about.  “I know my brother worked for you….I know you run this section…everybody knows that.” 

This bitch was starting to get on my nerves. The only reason why she was still in my place was cause she looked good. The way she was sitting was turning me on. Her caramel colored thighs looked delicious. Then she mad a sudden move for her purse and slipped her hand in her bag. Before she could pull out what was in her purse, I had my gun pointed between her eyes.

“Don’t you fucking make a move…. What’s in the bag…bitch.” I said, harshly 

Her eyes grew wide as she stared into the barrel of my gun. I thought this bitch was going to try to smoke me. I never saw such fear in a woman’s eyes before. I have seen many men cry like bitches for there lives in front of my uncle but I never saw it up close and personal with a woman. I grabbed her by her arm and told her to get the fuck up. I pushed her against the wall.

“Put your hands on the fucking wall…. bitch are you crazy…you got some set of balls…did you think you could smoke me that easily…huh…huh…you think this is a fucking game,” I shouted into her ear.

I started to frisk her like I was the moth’a fuckin police. I could feel her trembling in my grip. I put the gun to her temple and started to frisk her. I thought that this bitch could be a cop or some fool wearing a wire.

“I…I…. I…don’t have a gun…look in my bag…. I…I… have money.”

I continued to frisk her. I was actually feeling her up. “Shut the fuck up,” I said as I started to feel her underneath her tits. Her tits were soft and heavy. She was moving around slightly, and then she froze as my hand went under her dress up her thighs toward her pussy. I brought my hand up her skirt and palmed her pussy for a quick second. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy felt so soft and warm she had just a little bit of hair on her pussy mound. I like the fact that she didn’t say a word when I touched her pussy. I guess the gun to her head mad her think twice about screaming. But I did hear and slightly sense her breath escape from her body. I grabbed the purse out of her hand, and told her to take a seat. She moved quickly to the couch and sat down. I looked inside the purse and there it was full of money.

“I bought you the money my brother owes you…. please don’t kill him…please don’t kill him… I know he fucked up…. but he is my only living relative.”

I couldn’t believe it. This pretty girl came here to pay me off. 

“Where did you get this money from,” I said in a much calmer tone.

“I took it out of my bank account…it is all that I have…$5,000…. its all the money I have in the world.” Then she started tearing up.

I kind of felt bad for her at this point. She was a beautiful girl…but there was one problem. 

“Look baby girl… your brother is in a lot of fucking trouble… he fucked up big time. He made me look bad… and he took advantage of me and my families trust…. its not even the money at this point.” I said, trying to be nice to her. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her at this point; my cock was rock hard after touching her soft pussy. I looked into her eyes and in a nice soft tone I said, “Baby please stop crying.” Those words came from my cock. I put my gun in the waistband of my pants. I felt powerful. But the money was on my mind.

“Listen hear Angel, your brother is a punk bitch…he has a lot of fucking nerve sending you here to fucking pay me…look here baby girl…. the 5 g’s is kool, but your punk ass brother owes me 10 grand.” 

“He didn’t send me hear, he told me that you where going to kill him over some money. I asked him how much and he told me 5 grand…. please don’t hurt him… I’ll get you the rest of the money.”

She had such a sweet voice. But I know how bitches use that shit on motherfuck’as. 

“When can I get the rest of the money?” I asked her. She sat there and didn’t say a word for about 30 seconds. She looked like she was deep in thought. Then she said,

“I’ll get a second job…and I will get give you a thousand a month…please I promise…I’ll get you the money, I promise… I will do what ever it takes.” 

I started laughing, “girl. …What do you think…. you think I’m running a lay-a-way type of business. Just like I was your brothers boss… I have a boss…what do you want me to tell him… you expect me to tell him, I’ll get him the rest of his money in 5 months.” 

I was starting to have fun with this girl, her brother’s life rested in my hands, whether he lives or dies, was my call. I also felt like I had her life in my hands. It would only take one phone call from me to cancel the search. My eyes never lost sight of her sexy thighs. I definitely wanted some of that pussy. If I wanted to I could put my gun to her head and fucked the shit out her. But I am a businessman, not a rapist. I wanted her to willingly give me that pussy. So like Donald Trump, I mad a deal.

“Look Angel…I’m going to make a deal with you.”

As soon as I said that she started smiling. I didn’t like that at all. For a moment I guess she thought all that crying and bull shit worked. I then said to her “I wouldn’t smile so fucking fast, Angel…you might not like the terms under which I’ll let your brother live.” I said looking straight into her eyes. The smile on her face disappeared as quick as it had appeared.

I then broke it down to her like this.

“Angel, you’re a bad looking bitch, and your brother should be thankful that you don’t look like his ugly ass…. Look baby, hears the deal, and there will be no negotiation.”

She looked up at me and paid close attention to my next few words.

“The five G’s isn’t enough…If I let your brother live the five G’s has to come out of my pocket. Ya unda stand where I’m coming from.” She nodded her head agreeing with me. I then continued,

“This is how the game works baby. I’m going to front you the five G’s…. That means you owe me five grand plus interest.” I accentuated the word interest. She looked up at me as though I was speaking in a foreign language. 

“What do you mean by interest how much is that going to be?

This is when I dropped what I thought was going to be the bomb.

“You’re going to give me a thousand a month plus interest…the interest…is your ass…”

Her eyes grew wide, and her mouth dropped to the floor. I then said,

“Look baby, its up to you. I’m not a rapist…but that’s my price. In this game I make up the rules. You can get up off the couch and walk out of here right now, and brother gets smoked as soon as he pops his head up. Or you can give me some of that pussy and your brother lives to see his next birthday.”

Angel sat there motionless. She had a dazed and confused look on her face. I thought I had made it pretty clear. 

“If I let you fuck me and I bring you a thousand a month, you’ll let my brother live.”

“That’s what I’m talking about baby…. Look baby… I have to get something for my money…Angel, I like you baby and I think your fine…trust me baby if you rolled up in’ here looking busted, I would have thrown you out of here a long time ago and your brother would remain a dead man walking.”

Angel couldn’t keep still, she was moving back and fourth on the couch. Which was causing her tight dress to ride up. She brought both of her hands up to her face. I thought she was going to start that crying shit again. I was just about to get fed up, and throw her ass out when she looked up at me with her pretty little brown eyes and said, “How do I know that after you fuck me and take my money, you won’t kill my brother anyway?”

I quickly replied, 

“YOU DON’T”

I was running out of patience with this little brown cutie. I knew the options I gave her weren’t options at all. Bottom line was, I was horny and I wanted some of that pussy. Her brother fucked me, now it was time for me to fuck someone. But it would be her choice. She would have to decide if her brother was worth her pussy. The choice seemed simple to me. The silence in the room was driving me nuts. She just sat there with a blank look on her face like she was in another world. She was actually in another world. She was in a world that she had no control of. She was in a world where I was the judge and jury. 

“Look shortie, the clock it ticking baby, I got places to go and money to make…I’ll make it easy for you…. I’m going in the kitchen for a beer…when I return you better be bent over with that ass in the air or you better be out the door.”

“But…. But,” she started stuttering.


Ghetto Fairy Tales Ch. 1



“Hey…girl, I don’t want to hear another fucking word…the only butt, I want to hear or see is yours…I’ll be back in a minute.

I then turned around and walked into the kitchen. I grabbed myself a beer and stood there for a moment. Under any other circumstance, I would have been wining and dining this bitch trying to get into her panties. But not tonight. I stood there for a minute waiting to hear her get up and walk out. 

When I walked back into the living room, I saw one of the most beautiful Carmel colored ass’s had ever saw. Angel had mad a choice. She chose to sacrifice her pussy for her brother’s life. Angel had rolled the top of her dress down just under her breast and she lifted her dress up to her waist. It didn’t even seem like she had any cloths on. Her dress looked like a thick belt around her waist. My cock was doing summersaults inside my paints. I just soaked in the moment.

“You made the right choice baby…damn…you look good.” 

Angel didn’t say a word; She didn’t say a thing until she heard the sound of my zipper.

“Please…be gentle…. I’m not a slut…I’ve only had sex a few times… Please don’t hurt me,” she said without looking back at me.

“Listen hear girl…first of all I don’t fuck sluts and second of all if I wanted to hurt you I would have done it already…. Just relax baby…. Shit you might even enjoy it…now be quiet…and let me enjoy my first interest payment.” I undressed slowly never taking my ass off her thick juicy looking ass. From the back her pussy looked very dark compared to her light caramel skin texture. I couldn’t wait to hit this ass. I got undressed and looked down at my 8-inch black cock that was begging for some attention. There was going to be no fore plays today. This was going to be a straight up fuck session.

I walked right up behind Angel and placed both of my hands on her ass. At first she jumped. I guess she expected me to slam my cock in her cunt. I wanted to enjoy this pussy I was in no rush, plus I wanted to get my moneys worth. Angel’s body relaxed when she realized that I didn’t slam my cock in her at that moment. I started rubbing and massaging that thick booty. Her skin was silky smooth. I placed my hard cock right on top of her ass between her ass cheeks. I then pushed forward until my balls rested on her ass. Her ass just felt amazing against my balls. 

“How you doing baby…are you ready” 

“Yes…. I think so…please go easy” 

I stepped back and brought my hand down to her pussy. My finger slid easy between her pussy lips until I hit her clit. I slowly started working my finger in her tight little pussy. Angel pussy was really tight. I spit on my finger and then placed it back in her cunt. I started working my finger in and out of her cunt. Her pussy juices soon joined them in the mix. Angel must have felt a little embarrassed cause she put her hands up to her face. 

“Move your hand baby… let me see that pretty face.”

“Please don’t make me move my hands…I’m so embarrassed,” She whimpered threw her hands.

“Come on girl…. don’t be embarrassed…you’re doing, what you got to do…trust me baby… only you and I will know what goes on in this room… Ok baby…you be nice to me and I will be nice to you.” 

She was starting to get to me. She was really a sweet girl. I knew I was taking advantage of her. But what could I do? I wasn’t totally insensitive.

She then slowly moved her hand away from her face. Angel was so fucking pretty; again I thought to myself, if just met her at a club or something like that, I would be on my knees kissing and licking her sweet ass, trying my best to get into her panties.

I brought the tip of my cock right up to the entrance of her pussy. Her thick ass cheeks kept that pussy nice and warm. I then slowly started working my cock into her sweet pussy. Slowly I watched all 8 inches of my thick black cock disappear into Angels moist pussy.

“Mmmmmmm………Yeah baby that’s it…. take that dick.” I moaned When my cock reached the bottom of her pussy I held it there. I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting and stretching to accommodate my rock hard cock. Her pussy felt incredible. I pulled my cock out and slowly pushed forward. I didn’t want to hurt her or scare her. She didn’t say a word. I didn’t expect her to. I wanted to just enjoy her pussy. 

Angel didn’t say a word or make a sound as I slowly fucked her doggy style. Her ass was spectacular, as I increased the pace slightly. I could feel her pussy getting wetter. She was starting to breathe faster. And then I thought I heard a little moan.

“How we do’ in baby… we kool?” I asked. 

She didn’t say anything; I started working my hips around trying to see if I could hit her spot. 

“Mmmm…. Aghhhhhhhh…”She moaned then quickly put her hand over her face. 

I could tell right away that she was enjoying it. But she was to embarrassed to let herself go. I understood what she was going through. Here she was forced to give herself to a strange man, and if she didn’t do this man would kill her brother. 

“Its ok baby…don’t be embarrassed…Enjoy it…I won’t tell anyone baby.”

I spread Angel’s ass cheeks so I could get a better view. Her ass felt like two soft pillows. Her skin was so soft and warm. 

“Damn baby…. you are so fucking beautiful…God Damn…look at dat ass.”

Her perfectly shaped ass captivated me. A part of me was now wishing that it didn’t have to go down like this. But there was no way to reverse the way we met. I had no choice but to get those thoughts out of my head and concentrate on what I was doing. Each time I plunged my cock into her body I felt closer to her. With each stoke I started to feel guilty. But I didn’t stop. I continued to slow fuck her from behind. Angel was breathing really fast, she was breathing a lot faster then I was fucking her. She closed her eyes and started moaning, it was so soft that I could barely hear it. 

“How we do’ in baby.” I asked again.

“I’m. I’m ok.” She responded.”

“See Baby its not so bad…I told you I would be nice…Just relax and go with the flow baby.”

“Ok…. I’ll Try…. You promise your not going to kill me brother”

“Yeah baby…don’t worry about that now…lets just enjoy this…. and everything will be fine…. Ok…I promise.

I could feel her body starting to relax. Even her pussy seemed to be more relaxed. I pushed her forward and said, 

“Spread that ass for me baby…. Let me see it.” 

Angel brought both her hands behind her and spread her lovely ass cheeks. 

“Ohhhh…. God…” She moaned. 

The sound of her voice was sending electric chills throughout my entire body. Angel’s pussy was well trained. She claimed that she only had sex a few times but I started to doubt that. Her tender cunt muscle new exactly how to sooth a hard cock.

“Damn baby…. you got some good pussy.” I whispered. 

Angel was moaning a little louder now but I could feel that she was still trying to hold back. It was like her pussy was casting a spell on me. I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me. A few minutes ago all I wanted to do was give her pussy a hard pounding, and introduce her to my dark side. And now all I wanted to do was make love to this beautiful black woman. She was truly an angel, and I was the demon. I have fucked a lot of woman in my days but I have never been on an emotional roller coaster like this before. I went from feeling good to feeling bad. My emotions went back and forth while I fucked, my light skinned angel. She was truly a woman to treasure. She was an innocent victim. But I didn’t stop.

My mind was all over the place but my cock didn’t care. I could feel Angel moving to meet my trust. I stopped moving my hips and to my surprise she continued to fuck me back. Her pussy was on fire and my cock loved it. But my thoughts were confused. 

“Turn around baby…. let me see that pretty face.” I said as nice as I could.

Angel did as I requested. She turned around and laid back, spreading her legs wide for me. I got on my knees and stared at her for a moment. I placed my cock at the entrance of her beautiful pussy. The thug in me wanted to ram into her cunt. But the true me wanted to make sweet love to her. The battle in my mind was intense. I was so confused. This was not the way I expected to feel. I know I’ve done a lot of fucked up shit in my life but this time I had to fight with myself to keep my composure. I had to keep focus and I couldn’t show any sign of weakness. 

I pushed forward and my cock just melted into her pussy. Angel gasped when my cock hit the bottom of her pussy.

“You…Ok baby.” I asked concerned.

I was a mess. I was weak. A few minutes ago I didn’t give a damn how she felt after I gave her a choice. Which wasn’t a choice at all. 

“Yeah …I’m Ok just give me a second…I’ve never been with man your size before.”

A lot of women have told me that I have a big cock, and it always mad me feel good but this time, I didn’t feel anything. I eased my cock out of Angel’s pussy and held it there. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt or injure this woman. A part of me wanted to stop but I couldn’t. Its tuff being a man sometimes. My mind was telling me one thing but my cock didn’t care about how she felt. I don’t think I could have stopped now if I wanted too. 

Angel looked up at me. I guess she was wondering what I was waiting for. 

“Its ok………..go ahead.” She whispered.

I looked at her and felt bad She just closed her eyes. I knew what was going on in her pussy. I could tell by how it was squeezing my cock and how her cunt walls slightly trembled when my cock was fully implanted in her. Looking at her with her eyes closed I wondered what was going on in her mind. I wondered if she hated me. I wondered if she hated her brother. I wondered if she felt good or felt like a whore. My mind was buried in a chaotic state while my cock was buried in the sweetest pussy I have even known.

Angel had her eyes closed, while I slowly tried to fuck her. She had her hand on her stomach when I first start fucking her in this position. With every stroke her hand moved closer and closer to her pussy. I could see her fighting with herself. Her hand would get to her pubic hair and then she would quickly slide her hand back up to her stomach. I watched her do this about three times. The next time her hand reached her pussy I said,

“Go head baby…rub it ….it ok Angel ….I won’t tell any one baby….I promise.”

She never opened her eyes; her hand went right to her clit. 

“Agh…aghhhhhh…Mmmmmm…Mmmmmm” She moaned. When her hand started gently rubbing her clit while my cock went in and out, I thought I was going to blow right there and then. 

It was then that she opened her eyes. She was trying her best to hold back a smile. She looked absolutely adorable. She had closed her mouth and tried to bite her bottom lip. She failed miserably. It was the first time that I saw her smile and to this day, it was the most precious smile I have ever seen in my life. Angel tried her best not to let me know what just happened. She was embarrassed that she came.

“Its Ok baby…Damn Angel, you have such a pretty smile Angel.”

Immediately she put her hand up to her face.

“Come on baby let me see that smile…It’s ok…Let me see it.” I begged.

“I can’t…please..I’m so embarrassed…please…” she whispered. 

“Come on baby…. its cool…. let me see that smile.” I begged once again.

Angel paused for a second then brought her hands down. Her sweet smile took me to another place. I was so happy and also so sad. I would have done anything to turn back the hands of time She was the most beautiful woman I have ever known. Powerful men have been brought to there knees by beautiful women. I never understood that until this day.

My mind wanted to grab her and give her a hug and tell that I was sorry for taking her like this but my hips kept pushing forward into her pussy. I could feel my load building up. Angel must have been a real angel because her pussy felt like heaven on earth. 

“Ohhhh…God …baby. That pussy is so fucking goood…your gonna make me cum baby.”

“Please don’t cum in me…. I’m not on the pill.” She moaned.

I could barley hear what she was saying.

I started fucking her really hard I wanted to come so fucking bad. Angel’s pussy juices were flowing out of her pussy, giving my cock a shiny glow to it.

“Oh ….God angel… I’m gonna cum baby,”

“Please don’t cum in me…cum in my mouth.” 

“Are you sure baby,” I said as I strained getting that last few pumps in. 

“Yeah it’s ok….” She sighed.

As soon as he said that I jumped to my feet. Angel sat right up, wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and took me deep into her mouth.

“I cumm’in baby …Aghghhh…. Aghhhhh…Aghhhh” I screamed as my cock erupted in her mouth…cum…. poured out of my cock and down angels throat. 

“Mmm…Mmm…Mmm,” She hummed as my cock jerked and fired cum into her mouth. 

For a second I thought she was choking on my cum. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and to my astonishment cum was still pouring out of my cock. I felt my knees getting week. Thick globs of cum oozed out of my cock onto Angel’s face. At first she closed her lips. I pushed my hips forward and she opened her mouth and licked the head of my cock. 

“Yeah that’s it…. get it… get it all a baby.” 

I never thought I would stop cumming. I felt dizzy and week. My head was spinning. The incredible feelings I felt only lasted a second. It only took a second for the reality of what I had done set in. 

Most men only realize what they have done after they cum. Its only then that you can see clearly what you have done, it happens instantaneously. Angel looked up at me for a brief second. Even with a face full of cum she looked incredible. Then the tears started running down her face.

I felt so fucking bad, I wanted to pick her up and give her a hug and tell that I was sorry, but I didn’t, Watching Angel cry was unbearable. I just turned around and let her have a moment to herself. I walked over to the phone and called my uncle Ray. I told my Uncle that Freddie’s debt was taken care over and to cancel the contract on him. My uncle said, 

“What do you mean cancel it.”

“Ray, I will explain it to you later…his bill was paid…ok…Call off the boys and I will call you in a few hours.” 

“OK…. it your call,” my uncle said before he hung up.

I made sure I spoke loud enough for Angel to hear enough of the conversation. I wanted her to hear, I wanted her to know that I kept my word. I walked back over to her and said,

“See baby…I kept my promise…. you saved your brothers Life.”

I went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel for her. She had stopped crying for a moment. She took the towel and wiped the cum and tears off her face. She fixed herself up and adjusted her dress. She picked up her pocket book and stood in front of me. There was a long pause. With her head down she said,

“Thank you for letting my brother live.” 

Then she wrote her phone number down and handed it to me.

“This is my phone number…I will be here next month with your money and your interest.

I didn’t know what to say I just stood there and watched her walk to the door. I had forgot to tell her one thing.

“Angel your brother can live, but I’m sorry baby… his Ghetto Pass has been revoked…he can never come back to Brooklyn...make sure you tell him.” 

She just nodded her head and walked out the door. I was sad to see her walk away like that, but a part of me was glad that she left. It helped ease the guilt I felt. I sat down and took inventory of what I had done. I thought I had given Angel a choice…She could have walked out the door if she wanted to. But did she have a choice…what would you have done if you where in my shoes? I know exactly what I did. I used my power to rape an Angel.

Angel came by my place once a month like she promised. She handed me a thousand dollars and would turn around and proceed to undress. I wish I could tell that we mad wild passionate love once a month, but that’s not how it went down. It was the type of sex that was cold and unfeeling. She would just stare off into space while I fucked. After I would cum she just get dress and tell me that she would be back next month.

After she paid me off, I never saw her again. Two months after that the police found Angel’s brother Freddie in a dumpster in the Bronx. He had apparently tried to rip off a drug crew in the Bronx. They found him with two gunshot wounds to the back off the head. Freddie didn’t learn his lesson, I’m not even sure if he knew that his life was spared by his little sisters money and sweet pussy. The following day I sent one of my boys by Angels place. I gave him 10 grand in cash. I told him to tell her that I was truly sorry. I didn’t give Angel the money back to help her. I gave her the money back to help myself. In the ghetto not all fairy tales have a good ending…….

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The end

Remember my friends; this is just a story and nothing else.

We all make choices in life and sometimes we do things that we regret.

PEACE FROM THE ENTIRE ZILLA NETWORK OF AUTHORS



Ghetto Fairy Tales Ch. 2



My final year in high school was one of the worst years of my life. It seemed like I was always up to no good. I was always in trouble with my parents or with the law. I had stayed back one year, cause I had way to many cuts. Being 18 years old and in the twelfth grade wasn't fun at all. All of the people in knew had either dropped out completely or was in jail. Half way threw my senior year, my fucking parent decided to move up north to White Plains, New York, in Westchester County. It wasn't that I was a bad kid. I just liked to have fun. We used to live in Brooklyn before we moved here. My father landed a good job with the telephone company and with in a month we where heading up north.

I hated White Plains. The town was totally designed for white people. I never saw so many white people in my life. Brooklyn was my life. In Brooklyn I was somebody in the neighborhood. But in White Plains I was the black guy that lived down the street. I couldn't stand my neighbors either. A white couple lived to our right and to or left was a black family. The black family, the Livingston's that lived next door to our left, acted like white people. I hated that shit. They just thought they were the shit. And I know they didn't like me. I didn't give a fuck about them or speak to them. Mr. Livingston was always giving me dirty fucking looks. You would think that the only two black families on one block would be friendly to each other.

My mother and father were no better. They made every attempt to be nice to our stupid fucking neighbors. If they thought I was going to flip my style and start acting white so our stupid black neighbors would like us, well lets just say they had a better chance of seeing hell freeze over or seeing a black man elected to the Presidency of the United States. Fuck that shit, I was from Brooklyn and I would never forget where I came from. You can take the boy out of Brooklyn, but you can't take Brooklyn out of the boy. All these crackers up here, and my fucking wanna be Huckstable neighbors could kiss my high yella ass.

Going to White Plains High School, was no fucking fun either. The first two months I was there I didn't say a word to any one, and I dared someone to say some shit to me. The school was in the fucking boondocks, in the middle of no fucking where. That's why I missed Brooklyn so much. If I wanted to cut class or call it a day, I could just hop on the train and go anywhere I wanted. The worst thing about living up here was I was to far away from all the, "around da'way honies," I used to bone. I got my first piece of pussy when I was 13 and never looked back. Girls in Brooklyn liked to fuck, and getting pussy was easy. Half the time their parents weren't home after school, so you could always go to some hoochies house after school and knock'em off. My parents both worked long hours so a lot of the time I would cut class and bring a girl over to my crib and fuck the shit out of them all day. That was then and this is now. It seemed like all these black girls up here had a fucking attitude problem. 

I was kind of thick for my age. I wasn't fat or nothing like that but I worked out with weights in our basement. I worked out a lot cause I didn't have anything else to do. I missed getting pussy big time. There were days that I would fuck 2 different girls in the same day. One day I fucked 3 girls in the same day. The funny thing was that they were all friends. They all liked me but they all didn't want each other to know that they liked me. I would fuck one of them; the terms were that I could not tell anybody especially her other 2 best friends. All three of them asked me not to tell the other. I didn't give a fuck about there little secret game. I fucked all three of them all the time and kept my mouth shut. I loved the fact that they were all different. Tosha was the first one I bagged, she was a true shortie, and She was maybe 4'10" if that. But she had a nice round little booty. Lashanda was a little bit taller then Tosha. What I liked about her was her tits. She had the biggest breasts of them all. Trina was my favorite; she was the tallest and the thickest of the bunch. When she spread her legs it was like a giant eagle getting ready to take off. I loved her pussy, her pussy was the wettest and the juiciest of the bunch and she knew how to fuck. Unlike her other friends, she would suck my cock, as long as I promised not to tell. I played their games and I got pussy almost every day.

The world was very different now. All the bitches I used fuck didn't want to be bothered with me anymore. The rumor was, that I was living upstate acting like I was the shit cause I lived in a house and in a white neighborhood, which was far from the truth. I had no choice but to live up here. I begged my parents to let me stay in Brooklyn with my aunt and finish my final year of school. They gave me that; " You'll get a better education up here." What a load of shit. My teachers barely spoke to me; they looked at me like I was some kind of criminal. 

The school year finally ended. I was happy cause I was planning on spending my summer in Brooklyn. My parents on the other hand had other plans for my black ass. They forbid me to go to Brooklyn. I was fuming, " What the hell am I supposed to do up here," I shouted at them. They told me that I should was going to get a job, and to forget about my hooligan friends back in Brooklyn. I was amazed at how quickly my father forgot where he came from, and my mother just followed suit. She had the nerve to tell me, that all my friends will be in jail before they turn 20.

I didn't speak to my parents for a week. I stayed in my room or I went to the basement to work out. I felt like my nuts were about to explode. I have never had to jerk off so much in my life. I had become a hermit, trapped in White Plains or what I called it, "Whitelondia," with no friends and no pussy.

Two days later while I was chill'in in my kitchen, I thought I saw the most beautiful black female on earth step out of a blue BMW. I damn near ran to the front door to see where she was going. The bitch was fine as hell. Then the Livingston's came running out of their house and she jumped into Mr. Livingston's arms " Hi daddy…. Hi mommy," She shouted. 

That shit knocked the wind out of my sail and deflated my cock immediately. She was fine but she was their daughter, and she probably had an even bigger stick up her ass. She also talked and sounded like a little white girl. " Damn," I said to myself. Then I saw Mr. Livingston look at me and make a face. It was one of those stay the fuck away from my daughter looks.

I had had enough of his fucking looks and stares, so I kindly raised my hand and gave him the finger. The look on his face was funny as hell, finally a little justice for me. Then he turned to his daughter and said something. I couldn't hear what they where saying, I knew he was more then likely talking about me. A few seconds later their daughter (whom I would learn later was named Vicki) looked up at me and gave me the nastiest look and then rolled her eyes. With out saying a word to me, that bitch told me to fuck off with her eyes. I went back in the house and slammed the door.

For the next few days I just stayed in my room mopping around. The Livingston's had a big pool in there back yard. I thought it was just for show cause they never used it. Then one day around noon I heard a big splash. My bedroom window faced their backyard. I got up to see what was going on. I didn't see anything for a few second. Then I saw Vicki come up from underneath the water. Her back was to me while she climbed out of the pool. The first thing I noticed was how fucking fine she was. She had a nice thick booty; her tiny little bikini bottoms could barely contain that fat juicy caramel colored ass. My cock sprung to attention immediately. My cock was so hard it hurt. I had to step back away from the window; the last thing I wanted was for her to catch me looking at her. It was a good thing that I did that, cause as soon as she turned around she looked up toward my house. 

She stared at my house for a few seconds, as though she was checking to see if anyone was home. Then she sat down in a lounge chair and put on some dark sunglasses. I was kind of hiding behind a curtain, peaking out the side. I had a great view. To me, a bikini is nothing more then a glorified bra and panty set. Say what you want, to me there is no difference. 

The next day around the same time I heard a splash. This time I was prepared. I had snuck into my fathers closet and found his old binoculars. She looked at my house again like she did the day before to see if anyone was looking before she sat. Her body was dripping wet. Her bikini bottoms had ridden up on her slightly. When she adjusted herself I thought I was going to cum in my pants. I was able to see a small patch of curly black hair with the binoculars. She then laid down in the lounge chair like she did the day before. The first thing I did was aim my binoculars at her pussy. Her pussy looked so fat. She pulled on the strings of her bikini bottoms at the hip (Colored Panties, if you ask me) pulling them up high. This caused the tiny peace of material that was covering her pussy to dig into her crotch and split her pussy lips. Vicki had the fattest set of pussy lips I ever saw. I had always thought this was a white girl thing. This was something that I have always found amazing. When I moved up here I noticed that the white girls wore their cloths a lot tighter then black girls, especially their jeans. I had never scene a white girl naked up close, I just assumed that they were designed slightly different then black girls. If you only knew how badly I wanted to walk up to one of the white girls at school and say, " Damn girl…you got a fat pussy." How could I be wrong for saying such a thing…. The bitch shouldn't have her pussy on display like that. You've all heard that saying, 

" It's a Black Thing, You Wouldn't Understand."

Well I just thought it was the reverse….

" It's a White Thing, And I Just Don't Understand." 

I felt like such a pervert staring at her through the binoculars. But this was the most fun I've had in weeks. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but there was no way in hell she was going to give me any of that fine pussy. And the fact that she was a college girl, and was at least 3 or 4 years older then me didn't help my chances either. Her wanna be white ass probably never had a black cock. 

Every time I brought the binoculars up to her face it reminded me of the way she crinkled up her face and her upper lip when she looked at me for the first time. The bitch didn't even know me. She passed judgment on me from whatever bullshit her fucking father had told her. That was the last time I even bothered to bring the binoculars up toward her face. Although she was very pretty … " I mean Fine as Hell", Her attitude made her ugly. But the body on the other hand was a separate entity. In my mind I just detached her head from her body. My focus was on what was between her legs. That fat pussy mound was silently calling me.

After about 20 minutes of staring at her. I was exhausted. In that short period of time, I fucked her a million times in my mind in every conceivable position known to man. My cock was so hard it fucking hurt. I was fantasizing that Vicki, was sucking my cock, and then she turned over and begged me to fuck her doggy style. In my mind, I was slamming all 8 inches of my black cock deep into her hot caramel pussy as she begged me to fuck her harder and deeper. I was only brought back to reality when she moved suddenly. She got up and walked quickly in the house. For a second I thought she had busted me. But after a minute or two she came out with a tall glass ice water and got back in her seat in the same position. 

She sat back down on the lounge chair and propped it up a little bit. I was still in stealth mode and I knew she couldn't see me. Vicki then opened her left hand. She had a small black round object in her hand. At first I didn't pay any attention to it, until she open the cap and smelled what was inside. I grabbed the binoculars to investigate. Looking through the binoculars I could see clearly what was in her hand. It was one of those 35mm plastic film canisters, with a gray plastic top. Vicki brought the canister up to her nose and took another whiff, inhaling the scent of what ever was in the canister 

She then reached into a little bag that I guess she had brought out earlier and pulled out some rolling papers. I now knew what was in the canister. I would have never thought that Vicki smoked weed. I thought she was one of those goodie goodie black girls that acted white. I sat back and got my self-ready to watch the show. I used to smoke pot all the time back in Brooklyn. There's one thing I know, and that is that girls can't roll. I used to watch some of the girls roll joints back in Brooklyn and they always fucked it up. 

Vicki was amazing; she rolled that joint so perfect and so fast. I think if I had blinked I would have missed it. That right there gave me two quick thoughts. 

1. She was no amateur pot smoker. 

2. The bitch liked smoking big fat joints. 

Vicki sat back in the chair and lit that joint. She even smoked like a pro. I was shocked. She took her time smoking that fat joint. She even looked sexy doing it. The wheels in my head started spinning. There's also one more thing I know. If a girl gets high, She fucks. I never meet a girl that got high and didn't fuck. Drugs and sex go together like peanut butter & jelly. I couldn't take it any more. I pulled out my cock and started jerking off while I watch my sexy brown skinned neighbor get zootted.

For the next 3 days Vicki did the exact same thing. She was always on time. You could set your watch to the time you would hear the big splash in the pool. And everyday I was ready; I had my binoculars in one hand and my cock in the other. She would always look toward my house just before she would light up. Both of my parents worked and I was so quiet, I guess she assumed that there was never any one home. After the forth day I had enough. I was sick and tired of jerking off to this woman. It's seems like reality only hits you after you cum. As I would cum down off my orgasmic high, the cold reality that this bitch next door would never give me the time of day, let alone sample some of that pussy.

At that moment I had a revelation. It was at that moment that the thug in me was resurrected. I was smiling from ear to ear. I knew what I had to do. It was evil and fucked up, but I didn't give a fuck. I was gonna get me some of that pussy even if I had to take it. Fuck Vicki, and mother fuck the Livingston's. 

That afternoon I jumped on the Metro North Train and took it downtown to 125th street. (Harlem U.S.A.)…. I went to a spot that my boys and I would go to when we where looking for a special item. I made my purchase and headed back home. I also stopped at CVS (the local pharmacy in Westchester) and purchased a couple rolls of 35mm film. My plan was going to be flawless. I took everything into consideration and weighed out all of my options. Vicki's pussy was going to be mine. The funny thing was she had no Idea.

That night I couldn't sleep a wink. I went over the plan about million times in my head. I was so excited I had to jerk off twice that night just to calm myself down. The possibilities if everything went right were endless. 

The next morning I woke up around 7:30 am just after both my parents left for work. The Livingston's would leave their house around 8 am. It was now a waiting game. Minutes seemed like hours and hours seemed like days. It seemed like time stood still while I waited for my moment to strike. The waiting game continued for the next three and a half hours. I was getting excited and I was also getting nervous. Time is a motherfucker. I started to have doubts. But I told myself, " Your going to do this shit and that's that." 

Three hours seemed like three fucking days. Then suddenly the Livingston's back door opened and out came my unsuspecting prey. My soon to be fuck toy came out of the house wearing a brand new bikini. " DAMN…she looked Good." She was wearing a bright yellow glorified set of underwear…(aka…bikini) I was really nervous know, but my plan was all about timing. I ran down to my kitchen where I could barely see Vicki. When I heard the Splash I knew I was moments away from executing the most important part of my plan. When I saw Vicki come out of the pool I knew it was time. She was like a well-trained pet. I knew it took about one minute for her to dry her hands and face, and with in the next minute or so she would start rolling her daily Joint. As soon as she sat down I took off. I ran through my front door, through the bushes and rang her doorbell. I knew she could hear the bell from the pool cause they had a little ringer on the back of there deck. I pushed the button a bunch of times to make sure she heard it. I wanted to make sure it was annoying. I then ducked down and ran along the bushes on the side of my house toward the back yard. 

" Just a Minute." She shouted.

Vicki sounded annoyed which is just what I wanted. My heart was pounding as I crawled to the back of the house. I felt like a thief in the middle of the night. The only thing was, it was broad daylight and unlike a thief planning to steal some loot, I was planning on stealing me some pussy. 

There was a tiny little opening between the bushes of our backyards. When I reached that point all I saw was Vicki's back as she entered her house. And there on the table next to the rolling papers was the 35mm Plastic Film case. I waited about three more seconds before I made a dash for it. I grabbed her stash put in my right pocket. I reached into my left pocket and replaced it with an identical plastic film case and made a dash back through the bushes and back into my yard. I run up the back stairs leading to my deck and into my house. It felt like I had just ran a hundred yard dash. I was breathing real heavy. I could feel my heart pounding through my chest as I ran up the stairs and back into my room. 

Before I could catch my breath, Vicki was coming out her back door. She looked pissed off…She was mumbling something about stupid kids knocking on doors and running away. She sat up in her lounge chair and got her rolling papers.

Let me explain to you what was in the canister I put on Vicki's table. When I went to Harlem the day before I bought my little ebony princess a special gift. I got her some really good pot and I also bought 2 bags of LEAK…For all you white people out there and those of you who live outside of NY, reading this story, LEAK… in your community goes by the Name of Angel Dust…In Brooklyn we don't say, "Let's go buy some Angel Dust," we say, "Lets get a bag or a couple bags of Leak or Leaky Lack." 

Angel Dust is very fucking powerful. I know this from experience. To be honest with you to this day I'm not sure what it's even made of. I have heard everything from embalming fluid to Elephant tranquilizer. Angel Dust is not a rich man drug. Its actually a poor mans drug. Poor people mostly by dust when they really want to get fucked up cheaply. A bag of weed back then cost five dollars, but a bag of leak was around seven dollars. And in a bag of leak you were lucky if you got a full joint out of it. But that one joint could send you into oblivion. Angel dust smelled minty…. That's cause whatever chemical they used on it was either sprayed or soaked on to mint leaves. Instead of being put in a small brown bag (AKA...the nickel bag back then) it was placed in an even smaller thin wax paper bag. Unlike marijuana, Angel dust wasn't dry, it was moist. And if you got a bag that was really potent the chemicals would be leaking out of the corners. And that is how it got its Name LEAK or LEAKY LACK…




Ghetto Fairy Tales Ch. 2



What I loved and appreciated about getting a bag of leak was the Name brand. Yes, product recognition. Each neighborhood had there own brand name for their bags of dust. The drug dealers were very creative. If you went north of 125th street you might get a bag of dust called, " Jason"..(From Friday the 13th) if you went south of 125th street you might get a bag called, " Jaws" ….I've seen all kinds of names on bags of dust, names like,

"Mind fuck, The Legend, Stuck, Comma, Black Death, Confusion, Chaos" and my favorite of all time was …ZOMBIE …

And my little ebony princess next door had 2 bags of Zombie mixed up in her little canister. I went to five different drug spots until I found out where I could get that extra special flavor for my unsuspecting neighbor. 

THE END OF YOUR DRUG LESSON----NOW BACK TO THE STORY.

Vicki opened her little canister and dumped a shit load of my special blend into the rolling paper. This had to be the fattest joint I have even scene her roll up. I guess cause it was Friday she really wanted to get wasted. My heart was pounding and my cock started getting hard. She lit that joint up and took a long hard pull. It was like I was smoking with her. When she exhaled I felt such satisfaction, finally I was able to breathe normally. My plan was right on schedule. Vicki was on her way to another realm. A dark evil place. A cold, black place where nothing is real anymore. My suburban black princess just kept on smoking. She took long slow hits. The one thing about dust that always fucked with my head was the slight delay. I started laughing my ass off. I knew there was no way in hell she was going to finish this joint. Back in Brooklyn one bag of Zombie could get me and three of my friends totally fucked up. The high would be so intense, you would pray to God and beg him let you cum down.

Vicki was like a Hoover; she kept on sucking on that joint like there was no end in sight. She had smoked a little more then half the joint, and then it happened. And like a snake, dust strikes with vengeance as the venom starts to possess your mind. I know from experience, Angel Dust shows it victims no mercy. It punishes you for entering its realm. It takes you're from the world you know and crushes it. The first sense to go is sight. Your peripheral vision is gone. You feel like your going blind as the world you know closes in on you, as you dip in and out of consciousness. My plan was working better then I ever imagined it could. The next and most powerful phase of the drug was next. All things I'm telling you about happen within minutes.

I had my hand on my backpack, which I had prepared for my little adventure. Vicki looked confused and dazed. The shit was working on her beautifully. Vicki tried to stand up and fell right back into the lounge chair. She got up again. This time she managed to get to her feet. She took one step and that was it. SHE WAS STUCK…Vicki was stuck in motion frozen. I've also been there my friends…. You think your moving, your mind tells you that you're moving, but in reality you're going nowhere. You are frozen. As advertised on the bag of LEAK, Vicki was now a ZOMBIE.

She had smoked more dust then I have ever scene one person do in one sitting. I grabbed my bag of goodies and ran down stairs. When I entered her back yard I wasn't scared at all. She hadn't moved an inch. I walked up right behind. Her ass looked absolutely magnificent. I've stared at that thick ass through the lenses of the binoculars for days. Her ass was even more spectacular up close and personal. I placed my hand on her shoulder and she didn't even flinch.

" Are you Ok," I whispered into her ear ever so softly inhaling her light chlorine scent.

Another thing about LEAK, it cripples your ability to talk and hear. Vicki had no idea what was happening to her. She was attempting to say something. I got right in front of her and put my ear to her mouth.

Her words were slurred and barely audible, the only thing I could make out was,

" Help Me…Help Me."

Then she fell into my arms like a rag doll. It was magical… "I was going to help her all right." I was going to help her into her house and take what I had worked to hard for. I was definitely going to help myself to some of that pussy. I had stalked and hunted my prey, now it was time for me to feast on my temporarily wounded meat. 

I scooped her up and carried her into her house and up the stairs. The doors to all the rooms were opened. I passed a room that looked like it could be hers. For this special occasion I decided that the master bedroom would be the perfect place. Just past the bathroom was the Livingston's bedroom. It was huge and they had a nice king sized bed. I gently laid Vicki out on the bed. She looked like a sleeping angel. I just stood there for a moment to reflect on the things that got me to this point. It was like a dream come true. There she was lying on a bed in her bright yellow bra and panties (Bikini) waiting for me to take her. 

Located in my backpack was my father's video camera and tripod. I set it up as fast as I could. I set it up and had the thing recording in about 20 seconds. The reason I know this is cause I had practiced. All I had on was a T-shirt and sweat pant with no underwear. I was out of my cloths in less then 5 seconds. My cock was rock hard. All 8 inches stood proudly aiming itself at my target. Everything was perfect; the little red light flashing brightly on the video camera let me know that we were live. I got up on the bed and laid right next to my precious little Vicki, who would never give me the pussy willingly.

The first thing I did was give her a soft kiss on the lips. Her lips were soft and moist. I could smell my special herbal blend on her breath. I was in no rush; time was on my side for once. I started stroking her light brown skin very softly. I wanted to familiarize myself with the way she felt. I wanted to answer all the questions that danced around in my head when I would watch her through the binoculars. Vicki smelled fresh like she had just gotten out of the shower with just a hint of chlorine from the pool. Her skin was soft and warm. Her breathing was slow and steady. Once in a while her eyelids would twitch like she was attempting to blink. She had lost all control of her body, which was exactly what I wanted. 

I started working my left hand all over her body. I started with her breast. The material was still a little damp. Her breasts were nice and heavy. At that age I wasn't sure what her cup size was. But I remember them being about the size of a grapefruit. I slowly worked my way down to her flat stomach. I have always had a thing for the way a woman's stomach felt. And Vicki's stomach was perfect. It wasn't hard like a rock. It was nice and soft and a little fleshy.

I could feel my heart pounding as I slowly worked my way toward her crotch. I moved my hand very slow. Not cause I thought she might wake up. I did it cause I wanted to tease myself. When the tips of my finger reached the top of her bikini bottom's/panties, I stopped and looked at her face. There was no reaction. I worked my hand down just a bit further until I was totally palming the thin material that was barely covering her pussy. Right away I could feel just how fat and meaty her pussy lips were. I started rubbing her pussy gently at first with very light pressure. I never took my eyes off of her face. From time to time her eyelids twitched. The more pressure I put on her pussy the hotter it started getting between her legs. I ran my finger up and down spiting her pussy lips and grazing her clit with each stroke on top of the flimsy material. 

I got up off the bed and adjusted the camera. I got between Vicki's legs and placed my hands on her hips. I took a deep breath and then I slowly unveiled the prize. It felt like Christmas Day, instead of tearing open the package I took my time cause I already knew what was inside. Her pussy looked absolutely delicious. Her pussy hair was manicured perfectly. I wanted to slam my cock in her so bad. I put my hands behind her knees and slowly raised and spread hers legs. Vicki body was like a soft limp pile of clay. When I spread her legs her pussy lips opened slightly giving me a clear view into her soul. 

I then brought my face right to the entrance of her pussy. I wanted to see it up close in all its glory. My nose was less then an inch away from pussy. I took a deep breath and then inhaled. Her pussy smelled like flesh and chlorine. I stuck my tongue out, starting at the bottom of her pussy and firmly licked my way up to her clit on the first stroke. 

" Ohhhh…. God," I exhaled as I reached the top of her pussy mound. I have fucked a lot of girls before this but this was the first time I ever tasted pussy. Vicki's pussy had no taste that I could remember. I wanted to enjoy this. I wanted to get her nice and wet. I put my face back between her legs, I closed my eyes and started licking. I explored her pussy with my tongue. I licked every inch out side of her pussy and I stuck my tongue inside her pussy as deep as I could. The more I licked, the more I started getting into this pussy-licking thang. At that age I always thought that pussy eating was a white boy thing. Back In Brooklyn none of my boys eat pussy. I started to wonder if they where lying. When my tongue found her clit, Vicki's body jerked, and then WHAM!!! Her legs closed slapping me on both sides of my face 

" Aggghhhhhhhh…." She moaned.

She lifted her hips off the bed and froze locking me in between her thighs. I didn't move. Two seconds later her body collapsed and she fell back into position. I loved this reaction cause it was the only reaction that I would see that day. I liked sucking on her hard little clit. It was about the size of a tic-tac and tasted ten times better I put my mouth on her clit and started sucking on it really hard. I took my right hand and put my finger deep into her pussy. Her pussy was dripping wet. I've fingered a lot of girls before and each girl's wetness was different. Vicki's juices were different then the rest of the girls. Her pussy juices were heavier and thicker then the other girls. I pumped my finger in and out of her cunt for a few minutes then I took it out to inspect it. It came out with a nice thick coat of her comatose juices. I sucked the juices of my finger like it was some left over barbecue sauce. The licking and the sucking was more then my cock could take. The time had come to claim my prize. I stood up and started at Vicki. She was lying there on her back with her bright yellow top. Her legs were spread wide open. The light from the camera and my saliva seemed to make her pussy shine. I had worked so hard for this moment. I didn't give a fuck about her or her fucking parent's. This was all about my needs and my wants. Vicki was my masterpiece. She was a living, breathing, Motionless Masterpiece.

I made one more adjustment to the camera and then I got into position. I brought the tip of my cock to the entrance of her pussy and held it there for a moment. My eyes never left her face. I wanted to look into her eyes while I pushed my cock in her stuck up cunt. A part of me wished she was conscious for this part. I always loved looking into girl's eyes while I pushed my thick cock into there body. I slowly started easing my cock into my sexy neighbor. Her pussy was nice and syrupy wet. Before I knew it half of my cock was in her. 

" Aggggghhhhh……Mmmmmm,"I moaned. When I felt the walls of her pussy grip my cock stopping me from going any further, Vicki's eyelids started twitching really fast like she was attempting to open her eyes. I wasn't worried at all. The drug Gods where strong and they were on my side. Her cunt muscles finally gave way. I didn't stop pushing forward until my balls landed flush against her ass cheeks.

" Mmmmmmmmmm…." I exhaled.

I felt so fucking evil and I loved it. Months of frustration, loneliness and anger filled my veins and pumped through my blood. I pulled my cock out until just the head of my cock was still locked inside her. I held it there for a second and then I slammed my cock into her with all of my might.

"Agghhhhhhhhh….FUCK!!!!" I screamed.

Vicki arched her back and her head came off the bed. Then she collapsed again. I just laughed at her. My cock was incased in one of the juiciest pussies I have ever had the pleasure to be inside of. My cock felt like it belonged in this pussy. Her pussy was doing things doing things to my cock that I didn't know was possible. My cock was so hard that it hurt and Vicki's pussy knew just how to sooth it. I couldn't stop looking at her face; I was kind of hoping to get some kind of a reaction. My lust was pure evil and I knew it. I didn't give a fuck about anything. I went to work on her pussy. I started off pulling my cock out slowly. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate how smooth and silky Vicki's pussy felt. Then I would violently slam my cock into her body. Each thrust felt better than the last. I kept assaulting her pussy like this until I found my rhythm. I sliced in and out of her warm delicious cunt like I owned it. Her breast moved rhythmically to the beat of my thrust. 

I slowed down a bit cause I felt like I was about to let loose. I sat back on my heels for a second with the tip of my cock still lodged in her pussy. I didn't want to cum just yet, I just wanted to take a moment and admire my work. Vicki's pussy looked like it was stretched out to the max. Her pussy and her skin seemed to be getting a lot hotter. I put both of my thumbs on her slippery pussy lips and spread them as wide as I could. Her clit looked like it a grown a bit. I played with her clit while I fucked her nice and slow. My eyes went from her clit to her face. I wanted a reaction so bad, but deep down I knew my efforts were futile. While I fucked my Zombie, I couldn't help but wonder if deep in her sub conscious mind, did she know what was happening to her? It was a question that I also knew the answer too. Angel dust back in those days was, and is still is pure evil, it was, " Darkness and Hell At Glance." 

Vicki body was responding to my cock, the harder I fucked her, the wetter her pussy became. I was lost in her pussy; it was like I didn't even know who I was anymore. When I looked down her, it was then that it hit me. I wasn't fucking my neighbor, I was raping her. I was raping her cause I didn't like the way she looked at me. I was raping her cause I hated where I lived, I was raping her cause I was angry with my parents. I was raping her cause I needed to feel Absolute Control. I was raping this beautiful black Sistah, like some many white men have done to my people in the past. A powerful drug may have possessed Vicki's body and mind. But what was my excuse? I… on the other hand, was possessed by a force that was ten times more powerful then any drug. I was possessed by Lust, Hate, and Anger. I was the one who had entered a new realm. What amazed me was how much I loved it. My whole body was on fire. Lust, Hate and Anger pumped threw my veins. It flowed from the top of my head to the tip of my swollen cock. I started ramming my cock into Vicki's pussy unmercifully. Her eyelids started twitching like crazy. A part of me wanted her to open her eyes. A part of me wanted her to see my twisted contoured face as I filled her cunt with lust, hate and anger. I had forgotten that there was already another witness in the room. I looked over to my left and the video camera's red light was still flashing. 

I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting and squeezing my shaft. It had been so long since I had some pussy that I had almost forgotten just how good it felt. I put my hands under the small of her back and raised her lifeless body to meet my deep thrust. I could feel my balls tingling. I felt dizzy. I knew at that moment it wouldn't be long before I shot my load. 

I pounded my cock into Vicki's suburban light skinned black pussy with no mercy. My balls tightened giving me that final warning.

" Here it comes baby," I screamed out. 

I slammed my cock into Vicki's twitching cunt and exploded. Cum rocketed out my cock head filling her cunt instantly. I screamed like a deranged beast as I filled her with my evil seed. I unloaded in her pussy as if it was the last piece of pussy on earth. Planting my seed into the deepest part of her lifeless body. I was amazed at how much cum I shot into her. I could fell my hot cum pouring out of her pussy and smearing on my balls. I finally ran out of breathe and collapsed on top of my drugged out Zombie.

I just laid there on top of her while I tried to catch my breath. Vicki facial expressions never change. If it weren't for her breast rising up and down while she breathed, you would have thought she was dead. My cock was still twitching and pulsing in her warm cum filled pussy. For the first time since I left Brooklyn I finally felt at peace. It was a strange feeling. To this day, that moment was the most purest and most selfish feeling I have ever felt. I was in absolute control. Never in my life did I ever feel so much confidence and pure satisfaction.

I regained my composure and lifted myself off of Vicki. When I pulled my cock out of her battered cunt, cum poured slowly out of her pussy. Thick globs of cum dribbled out of her pussy and down the crack of her ass. I had stretched her pussy out pretty good. Her pussy hole was wide open. I started laughing my ass off. I just thought it was funny how LEAK punishes the mind and the body. Then I really started laughing my ass off when I thought about who first used the term LEAK to describe Angel Dust. Was it because, if you got a good bag of dust, the chemicals would leak threw the bag? Or was it because, this is what happens to a female victims pussies after she has been fucked under its influence.

Before I left Vicki's house that day. I fucked her again, this time doggie style and filled her cunt with another thick load. I fucked her pussy so much that afternoon that her pussy started to loosen up and get real sloppy. While I was fucking her doggie style her asshole seemed to be winking at me, it seemed to be calling my name. I pulled my cock out of her cunt and rammed it into her fucking asshole. I pounded her asshole like I pounded her pussy, with out fear and with no mercy. Her ass was a lot tighter then her pussy. The rim of her ass hole would close down around the base of my cock send me close to the edge. I loved the power and the feelings I was getting each time plunged my cock in to her bowels. I knew I would be blasting off soon. I pulled my cock out of her ass and quickly flipped her pitiful, lifeless body on her back. I brought my cock up to her face and shot my load all over her face and chest. Thick white fluid shot out of my cock all over my light skinned Zombie. I laughed as I used my cock like a paintbrush to spread my venom all over Vicki's face and lips.

It was almost 4:00 in the afternoon. I had a half hour to get things half way back to normal. I got dressed and packed up my gear. I ran into the bathroom and got a small towel. I moistened the towel and cleaned Vicki up. She had cum all over her face, chest and cum was still leaking out of her pussy. I put Vicki's panties/bikini bottoms back on. And carried her to her bedroom. The clock was ticking and I had to move faster. I then ran downstairs back to the pool. I found the rest of the joint and the canister with my special blend and put it in my pocket. I grabbed Vicki's little bag and put her original canister and her rolling papers back in it. I bolted upstairs to put her stuff next to her in her room. I didn't want her parent to come home and find her paraphernalia on the deck. When I got back up stairs Vicki was not in the same position I had placed her in. She was curled up on her side in the fetal position sleeping like a baby. She was actually snoring. I was still feeling cocky. I walked up to her bent down and kissed her on the cheek. I took one last look at her cause I knew this was the last time I would ever be this close to sexy little neighbor.




Ghetto Fairy Tales Ch. 2



I just made it back home when I heard my father's car pull into our driveway. While he was parking the car I took my videotape out of his Video camera and placed it back in its case in his room.

They next few hours I spent lying in my bed staring at the ceiling. I was emotionally and physically drained. I didn't even come down for dinner. I just passed out and went to sleep. I was so fucking tired, I didn't wake up until about 11am Saturday morning. The first thing I did was look out my window. Mr. And Mr.'s Livingston were just coming out on their deck. Everything seemed pretty normal. I open my window to see if I could hear any thing.

" Is Vicki going to come out of her room today," said Mr. Livingston. 

Mrs. Livingston replied, " She said she'll be down later…. she's not feeling Well."

Hearing her say that gave me a little relief. Vicki had survived her encounter me. This all happened over ten years ago. That Sunday, I got into a big fight with my father and my mother. I packed up my shit and went back to Brooklyn. I'm 28 years old now; I have a wife and 2 kids. My Wife tapped me on my thigh and asked me what was wrong as we drove to my parent house. I spoke to my parent last week for the first time in ten years. I also haven't been back to Westchester since then. I told my wife that I was just a little nervous about seeing my parents. 

It was a little awkward when we arrived but when my parent saw my kids and my beautiful wife it seemed like ten years of anger just disappeared. While my wife and kids got to know my parent's I snuck upstairs to my old bedroom. The first thing I did was look out of my window into the backyard of the Livingston's. And there she was standing by her pool with her back to me. I knew it was her cause I would never forget that ass. Then a few seconds later a tall White guy came out of her house. He walked up to her and said,

" Dinners ready honey…. come on inside."

He walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek. When Vicki turned around her stomach looked huge. She looked like she was pregnant. She also looked happy and I was happy for her. She looked up at my window. She locked her eyes into mine. I could feel the blood rush to my head. Her eyes froze me. It was the first time in ten years that I have actually scene her face. I have only scene those eyes stare at me in my nightmare's. In my nightmares her eyes blind me, in my dreams there're bright white and glow. That's been the image I have lived with for the past ten years. The memories of that Friday afternoon have cursed and haunted me for 10 fucking years. This time it was for real and I wasn't dreaming. My heart started beating. I was terrified. Vicki then raised her hand, smiled and waved at me. I raised my hand and waved back…

Her waving at me made me feel good. It gave me relief. In my twisted mind, I took her smile and her wave as a gesture of forgiveness. Think what you want my friends, but that's how I felt. I then went into my old closet. Under a pile of boxes was a loose floorboard where I used to hide shit from my parents. I moved the boxes and lifted the loose board. Everything was there exactly the way I left it ten years ago…everything was there, except for the Videotape.

The end 

The Author of this story, Blackzilla and the entire Zilla Network. Do not promote rape or drugging people. This is just a story and nothing else. It is intended for mature adults only. 

Peace…and May God Have Mercy on all of our Souls. 

As always, I will respond to all E-mail. 



Ghetto Fairy Tales Ch. 3



Chapter 3: Heat At Your Dome

I was chill'in at my crib minding my one business when my door rang.

"Let me in...I know she in there... I know she's in there you Black Bastard."

"What Da Fuck!!!" I said to myself, "Who the fuck is this knocking at my door."

I was pissed the fuck off. All I knew, it was some female voice at my door. And what really pissed me off is what she said. Black I am, but a bastard, I don't fucking think so. I'm a black man and I don't put up with any non-sense. All of my bitches know damn well they can't just come knocking on my fucking door whenever they fucking feel like it. I don't give a fuck if they come to my crib in the middle of the night buck-naked with, "Fuck Me" tattooed on their forehead. I have fucking rules. And if you come to my crib uninvited, best believe you're gonna get your feelings hurt. 

On my way to my door I grabbed my fucking gun. Like Naughty by Nature said, 

"I live around the corner from West Hell, And Two blocks From South Shit."

You see I live in the Bronx. I live in a fucking war zone and you never what lies around the fucking corner. Even the bitches around here pack heat. That's why I never go to my door unless I got nine in the clip and one in the chamber. 

"Open the fucking door mother-fucker...I know she's in there." Shouted the voice outside my door.

When I looked out of the peephole I was shocked. There was a well-dressed old white women standing in front of my door. She looked to be in her late 40's early 50's but who gave a fuck. I wanted to know why this bitch was banging on my door. The bitch was banging on my door making a ton of noise. 

"What fuck do you want...and you better stop banging on my fucking door Bitch." I shouted.

"Fuck you... I know my daughter is in there...If you don't' open the door I'm going to call the cops." 

First of all, I didn't have a clue as to what this old white bitch was taking about. But if this cunt thought I was afraid of the Mother fucking police,she was going to be very disappointed. 

"BANG...BANG...BANG...BANG."

She pounded on my door. That was all I could take. Usually people in the projects mind there fucking business. People screaming in the halls don't mean a God Damn thing. "Fuck this Shit" I said to myself. It was time to silence this old white bitch. 

I quickly opened the door. As soon as I opened there door the bitch screamed.

"Where's my daughter you Black Bastard." 

Before she could say another word I put the barrel of my gun right between her fucking eyes.

"Bitch!!!!!...Shut the Fuck Up...Are you Fucking Crazy" 

If you've never scene a white person turn whiter then a ghost then you haven't lived. This bitch was frozen solid with her mouth wide open as she stared into the barrel of my Glock.

"Yeah Bitch I thought that might shut you the fuck up."

I snatched her old ass around her neck and dragged her into my crib. She had the funniest look on her face. To me white people look funny as hell when there are scared. I quickly slammed the door and tossed the bitch on the couch. She quickly sat up. She was about to scream and I wasn't gonna have not of that. I placed the gun to her temple and covered her mouth.

"Look here bitch...If you make one fucking sound...I'm gonna put a cap in your ass...Do you understand?...Do you understand bitch?...I don't know you. And I don't give a fuck about you... I'll put a bullet in you Lilly white ass and toss you ass in the incinerator with out thinking twice." 

I let that bitch know that I wasn't fucking around. Everything was happening so fucking fast. Her presence at my door was still a fucking mystery. That's when tears started running down her eyes.

"Stop fucking crying bitch...a minute a go you was acting all big and bad calling fucking names and shit...You don't even know who I am...Do you even know where you are bitch...Are you fucking lost...Do you even know what part of the city you're in... Have you lost your mother fucking mind."? 

As I got spoke I got even angrier. This bitch had better come up with some good fucking answers or else. Her tears drops soon turn in to a full-blown stream of water. I could feel them running down her cheeks and on to my hand which I still had covering her mouth. I told her to shut the fuck up and to do it quickly. I told her that I was going to move my hand and that she better not scream. Before I moved my hand I gave her a once over. The bitch wasn't bad looking for an old white lady. Actually she was all right. I'm 6'3 and I could tell she was tall for a woman maybe 5'9. She was wearing a long tan rain jacket. When I tossed her onto the couch her jacket opened up reveling a short black dress and female business suit jacket. She wasn't thin either. She was on the thick side. She wasn't fat but she definitely had some meat on her.

As soon as I moved my hand from her mouth she started begging.

"Oh God... Please I...I...I'm sorry, please don't hurt me...I was looking for my Daughter...Oh... Please don't hurt me." She cried.

"SHhhhhhhh...Shut up..." I said sternly. 

"First of all Bitch... I don't know your fucking daughter...Lilly white bitches don't come around this neighborhood...The only time you see a White Hoe come around here... is if she is looking for drugs." 

She continued to cry as I spoke. Then I asked her,

"Is your daughter a Crack Head lady?...Is your baby a junkie? 

You could see the shame in her eyes as she lowered her head and said, 

"Yeeees...Yes...She a Junkie." She cried,

"She ran away from home yesterday...She was supposed to start a re-hab program yesterday... She promised she would go. She promised me she would stop getting high... Then she ran away... I found this address written down on a piece of paper in her room next to her phone...Please mister I think I've made a terrible mistake."

"Awe...That's such a sad story...that's about the saddest fucking story I've ever heard all week...News Flash Bitch!!!...Do I look like a give a fuck about your dope head daughter...Look at me... Do I look like a give a fuck about little a white junkie."? 

All she could do was shake her fucking head. She knew I didn't give a fuck. She was a fucking mess her make up was running down her face and her hair was in shambles. That's when I really gave her a good going over and the first thing that caught my eye was the way she was sitting. She was sitting up and her hips caught my attention immediately. That's when I realize that this old white bitch had a nice fucking figure. Her hips flared out from underneath her. I'm an ass man and could tell immediately that this old white bitch was packing a nice PHAT ASS...

"First of all I don't know how my address ended up on a piece of paper in your home... But that's not the point...Your situation with your Daughter is not my fucking problem...My problem is you... Yeah... you Bitch!!...I'm talking to you."

The stupid fucking lady had the nerve to look at me as though I was saying something out of line. 

"You come here disturbing my fucking peace...You knock on my fucking door like some kind of deranged animal...And then you have the nerve to start screaming names and demanding shit... Don't you know that this is the Ghetto and shit like that could get you killed."? 

As I spoke I tapped my Glock on her forehead as a little reminder to remain silent and to let her know who the fuck was in charge. The bitch looked hot in her coat. She was sweating from her brow. I wasn't sure if it was from the heat of the moment or if it was from the heat pointed at her dome. There was one thing that I knew that was definitely getting hot and hard, and that was my big black fucking dick. 

I knew this white bitch couldn't stand the sight of my black ass. I'll bet she blamed black people for her daughter being so fucked up. I started laughing to myself as I thought about how fucking stupid white people are. They think they know every fucking thing. They think the world belongs to them. Fuck the fact that she was a desperate mother looking for her junkie daughter. She was out of fucking line coming over to my crib acting all fucking crazy. She was definitely out of her mind and definitely out of her territory. I mean this neighborhood ain't even a part of the real world. Ain't no fucking trees or grass in my neighborhood. It's a concrete jungle, full of savages. And everyone is out for self. The police are even afraid to come around here. My homies throw brick at there cars from the rooftops and don't even bother running. Fucking with the police around here is like a sport. Now add a big but old white bitch and now we have a game. Weather she knew it or not, it was prime time and she was about to play and I was her opponent.

"Please Mister...let me go...I'm sorry...I'm truly sorry...I made a big mistake...I...I...I was just looking for my daughter." 

"Shut Up...Bitch you ain't going NO Fucking Where... I don't want to here a fucking sound." 

After I told her that, she had a different look on her face. And this time it was confusion.

"Listen up lady... hey you got a name bitch...I mean, you're in my home and I don't even know your fucking name."

She told me her name was Maureen as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Well its pleasure to meet you Maureen...My fucking name doesn't matter...Since you already called me a not so nice name."

"I'm sorry...I...I didn't mean it...Please mister I'm sorry." She cried out. 

I placed the gun to her head once again and told her to shut the fuck up. I sat down on the couch next to her and held the gun to her temple.

"Maureen here's how it's going down baby...You...Yes, You...The white lady sitting next to me with the heat pointed at her dome." 

As I spoke to her I started smiling. I had big evil grin on my face and I knew she could sense something bad was about to happen by the way she started shaking. I scooted my ass closer to her. Our legs and thighs were touching. And it felt good.

"Maureen...your fucking heroics have caused me great stress. Don't you know in the Ghetto, Heroes don't fly through the Skies, Our heroes they live behind bars baby. You come here banging on my fucking door like fucking Wonder Woman, Thinking your gonna save the fucking planet." 

Inside I was cracking up, I was laughing silently to myself as I held her life in the palm of my hand.

"You're daughter...Fuck that bitch...You can't save her...She's a Crackhead If she's running around in this neighborhood that bitch has two Options...Death or Death...Her white ass won't survive in this environment. You on the other hand have one chance at getting out of here Alive." 

That's when I boldly placed my hand on one of her thick milky white thighs and gave it a playful squeeze. I placed my hand on her kneecap just below the hem of her skirt. I don't think she knew what I had in mind for her until I slowly started rubbing the inside of her thigh. That's when her face lit up. And that's when I started laughing again. That's when she looked down and placed her soft and slightly wrinkled white hand firmly on to mine stopping me from moving it up her thigh.

"NO... Please... Please don't do that...please I'm sorry...I didn't mean to cause you grief... Please don't... I have money...I'll pay you for your troubles sir...Please let me go... I have money in my purse... I have five hundred dollars in cash...take it please take it and let me go." 

I stopped smiling, that shit pissed me the fuck off.

"Shut Up...You fucking white people are all the same...You all think you can buy your fucking way out of trouble. Fuck you... Fuck Your daughter and Fuck your five hundred dollars...I don't give a fuck how much cash or how many credit cards you have in your purse...Your gonna do what I say...and trust me bitch...it non-negotiable...You do know what that means?...Now...Move your fucking hand."

"Oh GOD...please don't do this to me...I'm a married woman...Please I'm begging you don't.

"Bitch...I'm gonna say this one more time...MOVE YOUR FUCKNG HAND"

I spoke slow and in a tone that let her know that I was fucking around. Her hands trembled with fear as she moved them away from her thighs. I didn't waste a second I was having way too much fun. As soon as she moved her hand my hand went in motion. Her thighs felt so fucking good. It was all nice and soft and fleshy. The closer I got to her pussy the more excited I got. When tips of my fingers made contact with her panties I really got excited. I could feel the silkiness of the material. And I could definitely feel the puffiness of what lied underneath it.

I slowly started moving the tips of my fingers in a slow circular. With each rotation I applied a little more pressure. Maureen had a fat pussy. Her pussy lips felt nice and meaty. I was like "DAAAAMN!!!!"

"Damn Maureen...You got a Fat Fucking Pussy...Mmmm...that mutha-fucka feels good."

I knew I was humiliating her. She raised her hands and put them over her face and started crying some more. Tears don't bother me one bit. Most bitches can cry whenever they feel like it. They can turn it on and off at will. At this point I hand my entire hand firmly planted against her fat white pussy mound. 

"OH...God... Please help me." She whispered into her hand when she felt my finger creeping around the elastic band near her crotch 

"Maureen must I remind you where you are bitch...Your so called God ain't gonna save you...That White Devil you prey to every week doesn't Have a Ghetto Pass baby...God don't give a fuck about the ghetto nor does he give a fuck about us black folks...He's like Santa Clause baby... The both of them are myths...And they know damn well not to come around here...Now stop the bullshit...Spread your fucking legs so I can feel that fat pussy...And Don't make me ask you twice bitch."

I was having way too much fun with this old white lady. She was reluctant at first. She spreader her legs just a little bit.

"Wider!!!! God Damn it!!" I screamed in to her ear.

I think the sudden snap of my voice scared the shit out of her cause those legs spread instantly. I pushed my hand firmly into her panty cover mound and palmed her meaty cunt. It felt so fucking good. It was nice and warm, my mind started going crazy as I started to think of all kinds of evil thoughts. 

"Yeah...Yeah...That's what I'm talking about Bitch...Damn...That f eels good."

I was starting to get into this bitch. I ran my finger between her fat cunt splitting her thick ass pussy lips. I could feel her bushy cunt hairs moving around as I mashed my hand against her crotch. My cock was throbbing in my pants. I wanted to fuck this bitch. And I wanted to fuck her right know. I pulled my hand out of her cunt and Stood up. I yanked her sobbing ass off my couch and told her to stand up. 

She was shaking as she stood up. I took a step back put the gun to her head and told her to take off her cloths. And once again she was hesitant. 

"Are you hard of hearing bitch...I said, off with the fucking gear... You have ten seconds...One...Two...Three." 

Before I got to four, her coat fell to the ground. Next was her skirt, and then her top.

"Seven...Eight...Nine." 

By the time I reached ten she was bending down pushing her sexy black panties to the ground. My eyes were bulging out of my head when I saw that big fat white ass in all its glory. If she were a black woman it would have been normal. But it's very rare that you see a white woman packing a fat shapely ass like that. It wasn't just fat...I'm talking... This mutha-fucka was nice and shapely. She had curves like a black woman.

"POOOWWWW" I smacked the shit out of that Mutha Fucka. (I couldn't help myself.)

That ass barely moved. I smacked it again cause I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Damn baby...You is... Definitely!!!!... pack' in some serious ass... That mutha-fucka was built for fucking." I said, I as I laughed out loud.

I told her not to move. I walked around her and sat down on my chair. I wanted to see the front. Before I sat down I grabbed my forty( 40 oz bottle of beer) and my smokes. I lit a cigarette and placed the forty on the table next to the couch. I told myself, "Might as well get comfortable Homie" 

I sat down and took a good frontal look at my opponent. She had small average sized tits which I'm sure stood strait out when she was a younger woman. As I worked my eyes down south my cock got harder. When my eyes passed down her chubby little belly my cock got twitched. But what really sent me over the top was that plump pussy. It looked just like it felt. That old white snatch was meaty and it was hairy. I took a long hard drag off of my cigarette as I contemplated my next move. Well actually, Maureen's next move. As I looked closer at her thick hairy snatch, I saw something that I have never seen before.

I opened my legs and told her to move closer, which she did with out and resistance. She was at the foot of the couch standing right between my legs with her head down. I sat up a little and confirmed what I thought I saw. Maureen dark pussy hair was complimented with just a dash of gray hairs sprinkled all over the place. It was beautiful. I raised my hand and lightly grazed her pubic mound. Only concentrating on the hair. It was soft and laid down nicely against her mound. I've fucked a lot of bitches. Most of them my age (25) or younger. I had never seen gray hairs on a pussy before. It was then it damned on me, "How old is this bitch."

"Maureen... How Old are you Baby?" I asked I a brushed her sexy salt-n-pepper pussy hairs.

"I...I...I...I'm 52...I'm 52 years old...I'm an old woman...Please...You don't want me... I'm an old lady." 

"Shut up...I didn't ask you all that shit." I shouted back at her. I asked the bitch one simple question and she started rambling on about being an old woman...I didn't give a fuck. Shit!!!...She looked good... her body looked real fucking good. Hell, She was built better then some of the younger bitches I've fucked that was my own age. Until this bitch walked up to my door tonight I had never thought about fucking an old lady...especially one twice my age. But my cock didn't give a fuck. My cock had a mind of its own. All it takes is a fat ass and fat pussy and I'm done.

"Damn baby...52... You're 52 fucking years old... Damn...You've got a real nice pussy for a 52 year old woman...I'll bet'cha, that mutha fucka hasn't been fucked right in years... Look at that fat mutha-fuckin pussy... I'll bet you're husbands small white cock hasn't hit the walls of that mutha-fucka in years."

I could see that she was feeling ashamed and embarrassed. I mean, there she was standing buck ass naked in front me terrified. I sunk my finger into that deep cloud of pussy hair and split her cunt lips. Past the salt-n-pepper bush I felt something warm and slippery. As soon as I felt her moist cunt I looked up at her.

"Look at what we got here," I teased as I started gliding my finger between her meaty lips. 

She knew what I found. I found a nice moist pussy. I twist my hand upward and stuck up my middle finger and hooked it right into her pussy. My finger slid effortlessly into her pussy.

"Oh shit baby...That mutha-fucka is already wet...I knew you was fucking slut...You should be ashamed of yourself...All you white bitches are same."

Maureen just stood there while insulted her and toyed with her cunt. I was still amazed at what I was doing. If you would have told me an hour ago that I would be chill'in at my crib, on my couch, fingering a old white woman who was twice my age I would have told you that you was crazy.

"You like that Maureen...you like that baby?"

"N-N-N...No...I don't like that... please stop." She begged.

She begged and I laughed...It was so fucking funny. The temperature between her legs was increasing by the second. That fat pussy was getting nice and slippery. I finger fucked that old bitch while a smoked my cigarette. I even blew the smoke in her face just to annoy her. A couple of times she coughed and when she did her entire body tensed up including her cunt muscles. 




Ghetto Fairy Tales Ch. 3



I pulled my finger out of her cunt for inspection. My finger was loaded up with her juices. When I stopped she opened her eyes and looked down at me. I brought my finger up to my nose and took a whiff. Even her cunt smell good. She had no odor at all. I stuck the tip of my finger in my mouth and tasted a sample of her liquid. Her Eyes grew wide as though she had never seen some shit like that before. 

"Mmmmm... Not bad baby... Not bad at all for an old bitch... I'll bet that fat pussy came pump out a gallon of this stuff."

I plunged my finger back into pussy and scooped out another fresh batch of her cunt juice.

"Look at that...here taste it... Its good...Give it a try." 

I was gonna fuck with her, before I fucked her. When I brought my hand up to her lips. She locked her lips shut and shook her head. I guess she had forgotten who was in charge. I sat up and put the gun to her head. 

"What's the matter Maureen...You've Never tasted your own pussy before...Check this out Maureen...Tonight you're gonna do a lot of thing You've probably never done before...Yeah that's right...I told you before...Its non-negotiable...Now open your mouth stick out your tongue and suck this shit off my finger."

I guess Maureen was the type of woman that needed a little encouragement from time to time. It took her a few seconds to processes what I had just said. And then like magic her lips parted and I pushed my slimy finger into her mouth. 

"Yeah... That's it s baby... Lick it...See Its not so bad." 

Maureen closed her mouth and started sucking her own cunt juice off my finger. Her mouth felt nice and warm and really wet. Like most white women her lips were thin as paper. But they felt good. They also sent an instant message to my cock that also liked to get sucked. I started pumping my finger in and out of Maureen's mouth as though it saw a smaller version of my cock. 

"You like that shit huh... I know you white bitches love sucking cocks. You bitches will suck a mans cock way before you even think of giving him the pussy."

I pulled my finger out of her mouth and immediately her facial expression soured. She looked like she was appalled. Her face had crinkled up as though she had tasted something horrible. I tasted her fucking cunt, it wasn't that bad to me. I don't know why she was making faces. If she thought that was fucked up, then she better get prepared for a long night. Cause my cock was going in her mouth next. 

I sat back down on the couch and took a nice long guzzle from my forty. I lit another cigarette and sat back. Maureen looked like she was all cried out. She was whimpering but she wasn't shedding any more tears.

"Come here baby... get on your knees." 

Maureen got on her knees and squatted down in front of me with. My dick was hard and ready to go but I was still curious about this woman who was kneeling down buck naked in front of me. I took another sip of my brew and another drag on my smoke. 

"How long have you been married Maureen." This time I spoke in a civilized tone.

She told me that she had been married for 32 years. 

"Damn you got married when you was 20 years old."

She nodded her head and looked at me with a crooked eye.

"You mean to tell me that you've been with the same man for 30 years...shit that's a long fucking time...Was he your first?...Well you know what I mean... was he the first guy to fuck the fat pussy?" 

With each question I asked her my excitement heightened. I guess my blunt and insensitive questions shook her a little. I'll bet know body has ever talk to this Lilly white cracker like this before.

"Yes... he was my first...I...I've never been with another man." 

"Damn lady... Thirty fucking years with the same mother fucker...I'll bet you've never even seen another mans cock up close and personal."

She just nodded her head. I couldn't believe it.

"Damn, I guess you love him...me I don't love nothing...Well let me rephrase that."

I sat up and looked deep into her tearstain eyes and said,

"I love Money and PUSSY...And you know what Maureen...There is only one thing on this earth that I love more then pussy...And that's NEW PUSSY"

Maureen looked at me as if I was crazy. I just laughed at her, but I was dead serious. There's nothing like a brand new moist place to stick my cock in. And Maureen's was that place. I felt like Captain Kirk From Star Trek. Why? Because I knew my cock was about to "Boldly Go Were No Man Has gone Before." Well, at least no Black Man.

"Maureen...It time baby...Listen up girl... You are going to unzip my pants. Then you are going to haul out my big black fucking cock...and then you're gonna suck on that motha-fucka as though your life depended on it. Cause it does."

"No...Please... I don't want to do that...Please...I'm not very good at it...Please don't make me suck it."

I didn't say a word. I just simple placed the gun to her head and gave her an evil look. That's was enough to get her hands up and on my zipper. When she reached in my pants my cock jumped. And her hand jumped out of my short.

"Hey... lets go lady...I don't have fucking night...Pull the shit out and start sucking." I commanded.

She placed her white hands back into my pants. When she felt it her eyes flew open. She wrapped her hand around my thick shaft, and I swear, I thought she going to pass out. My cock was hard as steel, she tried but couldn't haul it out. I lifted my ass of the seat and pulled my pants and boxers off. When my thick black cock entered the scene her face twisted. She put her hands over her mouth and she gasped.

"Oh...My God..." 

The shit was funny as hell. The introduction was simple. My black nine-inch thick, one-eyed homie winked at the old White lady.

"Yeah... You like that...huh...bitch...That's what I call a cock...I'll bet you've never seen one like this before...Yeah... touch it...yeah that's it...Yes...Now Stroke...Yeah... Can you feel it...Can you feel its power."

Her hands tremble as she started slowly stroking my black cock. She turned her head not wanting to look at the massive piece of meat in front of her.

"Easy... Easy baby...This is a cock...Softly...yeah that's it... Now show that mutha-fucka some love... Give it a kiss... It won't bit you, but I might.

She turned her head and looked deep into my eyes. Her eyes begged for mercy. Her eyes tried to pierce my soul and look into my heart. She looked pitiful. I Put my on the back of her head and pulled her to me. The first thing I felt was her closed lips on the tip of my cock. I could feel her bottom lip quivering as they started to part. 

"Open wide Baby...you can do it...Suck it."

Maureen took a deep breath and closed her eyes. My eyes were wide open. I didn't want to blink. I watched that old lady open her mouth. Then I watched my thick black cock disappear into her face.

"Agggghhh...Yes...Awe...Fuck yeah lady... Suck my fucking dick."

I moaned out my pleasures as I entered her white face with my black cock. It felt so fucking good. I got a good four inches into her mouth before I hit the back of her throat. Her tongue felt magnificent on the underside of my cock. Her mouth was warm and wet and absolutely smooth to the touch. Her mouth was also stretched out to the limit. I released her head and she slowly came off my cock and looked at me.

"Oh...God...Please...I can't do it... I can't do this... Its to big." She said softly looking for some sympathy. 

"Maureen... I'm not trying to hear that Shit...You're gonna suck this fucking dick...You're gonna suck it... No more fucking talking...The only sound I want to hear is your mouth sucking my black cock...Don't piss me off again...Or I swear... I'll bend you big fat white ass over and stick my big black fucking dick in your asshole...How about that?...Would you like that?...Do you want me to stick my cock in your asshole...Huh...Would you like that?" 

"No... No...I...Don't want that." 

"Then shut fuck up and start sucking... you stupid bitch" 

Like I said before, she needed a little encouragement every once in awhile. A second later I found my cock bathing in her saliva. She started off slow and that's exactly how I liked it. Watching her head bob up and down on my cock was glorious. I told her to stroke my shaft while she sucked it. 

"Mmmmm...That's it Maureen... That feels good baby... Yeah suck it... Mmmmm...Yeah like that...Mmmmm... Yeah use you tongue baby...Yeah...Suck it." 

Maureen was doing a wonderful job on my cock. I took drags off my cigarette and drank my brew while I watched this lovely old white bitch sucked my black cock. She was also full of shit when she claimed that she wasn't good at it. Please... My cock was in an experienced mouth. She knew how to tickle my cock with her tongue while she sucked it. She knew just how to work a mans cock with her lips. And what really impressed me was how she used her hand on my shaft. Her technique was flawless. She was twisting turning her little white hand around my thick black shaft like a pro...I've had my dick sucked plenty of times. But my cock has always been happier in the mouth of a white girl. Don't get me wrong. I love black women and I love black pussy. But when it comes to cock sucking...White bitches blow them away...don't ask me why...that's shits is just a fact. This old bitch who was between my legs sucking my cock...Had fucking skillzzz. I should have slapped the shit out of her for fucking telling me such a lie. 

"Yeah that's it Maureen... Work that shit...Suck that black dick...Mmm...Lick my balls...Suck on my balls baby... They need luv to Boo." 

I don't know if she was getting into it or what. But that old bitch slide her tongue down my shaft and damn near inhaled one of my nuts. The transition was smooth as silk. She didn't even miss one stoke. She used her tongue and her lips and caressed my nuts. She went back and forth from one of my balls to the other making sure they each got the equal amount of time in her lovely white mouth. 

My entire body felt like pudding. I was so relaxed, that I almost forgot that this bitch was only sucking my cock because I had some heat pointed at her dome. It's amazing what you can get a motha-fucka to do when you have a gun pointed at there head. I had to give her some props... I grabbed a clump of her hair and eased her of my cock. My cock was glistening with her saliva. I could feel her warm saliva running down on my balls. My balls which usually hang up high and tight, where chill'in... Them mutha-fucka's was hanging low and loose. 

( I shorten her name... and gave her a little hood rat nickname.)

"God Damn Moe... Somebody taught you well baby." Then I started fucking with her again. 

"You must have sucked on a lot of cock when you was young girl...Do you like my cock baby?...You like sucking on this big black motha-fucka don't you?"

"No...I...I...Don't." 

"Aweeeee... That's to bad...I'm sorry you feel that way baby...Hey...let me ask you something... Does your husband cum in you mouth...Do you like drinking cum baby?"

If she lied to me, I swear I was gonna smack her in her face. I've never met a white bitch that didn't let a motha-fucka cum their mouth. A black girl might suck your cock. But that bitch ain't gonna let you come in her mouth.

"I...I...well...I...He just does it...I don't like it but ...I...Do it for him... I do it cause I love him and he loves me." 

I could feel the sincerity in her voice. Then I said, 

"Would you do it for me...Moe...Would you like to drink my cum?"

"NO... NO...Please...I don't want to." 

"I know you don't want to baby...But you will...You do it for your husband...You do it for him cause you love him. You're gonna do it for me cause you aint got no choice...aint that right baby?"

She just looked at me and again, I could see the sorrow in her eyes. 

"After you cum...can I go...? After you cum May I leave." She asked.

"Hell No!!!...Are you crazy...Do you think I'm gonna let that thick white ass leave here without tapp'in it a couple of times...This shit for Real Baby...You can't negotiate your freedom...Do you think my people had a choice four hundred years ago...Do you think slaves back in the day's where able to negotiate with there Masters? Do you think that black women had a choices or options when the white man raped them?... Do you think Massah, gave them a choice. Do you think they had a choice weather to swallow cum or not...BITCH...PLEASE." 

As I spoke to her I could feel the souls of my raped ancestors crying out. I could feel the souls of my people talking to me. And there was no mercy in there words. I don't know if it was the liquor that I had been drinking of the blunt that I had smoked earlier that evening. But I felt something evil and dark flow through my veins. As I spoke and stroked my cock. Looking into her eyes I could feel my words plunge into her heart and tear into her souls. As I spewed my hated for the White Man, I could see hope dissipating from her eyes.

"Moe...You are going to suck my cock...And you are... going to swallow my cum...And then I'm gonna stick my Big Black Cock... in your big, fat ,old ,white pussy...And only After I'm done ...I might let you go."

I laid down the law. She was fucked and she knew it. I didn't want to just rape her body...I wanted to rape her mind...I didn't have to say another word. I light another cigarette and pointed at my cock. She sat up took a deep breath and accepted what was planned for her immediate future. Then she grabbed my cock and started sucking.

"Mmmm...That's a good girl Moe...Don't be ashamed baby...You aint the first and you definitely won't be the last white woman raped by a black man... Look at it like this baby... It's just your turn." 

I enjoyed humiliating her while she sucked my cock. I sat back and watched my old white slave suck my cock. My ancestors would have been proud. I knew they were watching this and laughing their Asses off. 

"Mmmm...yeah...Work It Moe,...suck it...make me cum baby...you can do it...make a black man cum...I know you can do it."

I felt like I was on top of the world. I wondered if this was how the white slaves masters felt when they abused my black sistah's back in the days. I couldn't take it anymore. My balls ached for relief. I wanted to fill her mouth with cum. I wanted her to drink down every fucking drop. 

"Yeah Moe,...Faster baby...faster...I'm gonna cum for your baby...I'm gonna cum in your fucking mouth...You ready...Yeah do it...Suck it...Oh...Shit... here it comes baby...OHHhhhhhhh...Fuck...Agggggggggghhhhhh!!!!!!!"

I howled and grunted as first thick blast of cum shot out my cock and into her mouth.

"Agggghh... get it... get it... Drink it... suck it...Get that shit baby." 

I got to give this old bitch some motha-fucking credit. She didn't just dink my cum. This bitch gulped it down. She closed those white lips down on my cock and gulped it down faster then I could spit it out. My entire body was shaking and my mind was exploding. Each blast of cum was swallowed instantly. I was so proud of her...As I calmed down and sunk back into the couch she continued to suck my cock. Then she blew my mind. She raised her free hand cupped my balls and gently massaged them while she milked the last few drop of my vile ghetto seed. 

"GOT...DAMN... Holy Shit Moe,...That was fucking gooooood baby."

You would think after a compliment like that I could have gotten a smile from her. She simple sat back on her heels. She looked so fucking sexy. She had tiny little drop of my cum hanging on the right corner of her mouth. It looked like a goop of mayonnaise chill'in on the side of her face. 

"How does it taste baby...was it as good for you, as it was for me," I teased trying to get some kind of response from her.

"Hey Moe...Are you Ok...Are you alright."

"Yes...I'm...I'm fine." She replied in an almost catatonic state.

But she looked like she was uncomfortable. So I asked her again. Then she said.

"It's my Knees...I have bad knees...My knees hurt." 

"Oh...I'm sorry baby... get up...Come over here and sit next to me." 

I offered her my gun free hand like gentlemen. She reached out and I helped to her feet. Her knees were all scuffed up and red. She sat down about a foot away from me. I told her to move closer and she did. I reached over to the table and grabbed my forty and took a swig. I didn't want to be rude, so after I took my swig, I passed her the forty,

"Here baby... take a swig of that...It'll wash the taste out of your mouth."

I had just busted a fat nut in her mouth, so I spoke in a very, very relaxed and civilized tone. She looked at the bottle then she looked at me. And then I started laughing.

"Moe...you just drank down a gallon of my cum...a little backwash ain't gonna kill you...here baby"

It took her a few seconds to think about it. Then she raised her hand and I passed her the bottle. That's when I saw the funniest shit of that night. I never in my life thought I would ever see an old White lady Tipping a forty once bottle of old English to the head. Picture that shit. She put the bottle to her lips, titled her head back and started chugging. I damn near fell out of my seat. She took that forty straight to the head. She swallowed every drop. She even sucked down the suds. It was one of the funniest and one of the sexiest things I've ever scene. Then she passed me the empty bottle and politely said, "Thank You." It wasn't your normal thank you. It was so proper. All I could do was say, "Your welcome baby." Then she put her hands together, intertwined her fingers and softly placed them on her bare thighs and looked straight ahead. I was tripp'in. She looked like an older version of schoolgirl sitting in a chair awaiting her teacher's instructions.

I still to this day don't know what it was about her that turned me on so much. Could she have been playing me? Could she have been plotting a scheme? The more I thought about it the more stupid I felt. This bitch wasn't going anywhere. Maybe she just came to terms with what was going on. 

I needed a few minutes to re-coop. My cock was spent. So I raised my right arm and put it around Maureen's shoulder. I pulled her to me and she tiled her body into my breast. I didn't say anything to her. I stroked her should while I smoked my cigarette. It was a calm quiet moment. The only thing you could her was the sound of our breath.

"You know what Moe, You're Alright...I almost wish it didn't have to be like this." 

I almost could believe those words came out of my mouth. But were there is darkness there is light. Even a drug dealing, Crack, Cocaine slinging mutha-fucka like me can find kindness in his blackened heart from time to time.

"Look Moe...Look...I'm going to put the gun down...I don't think I need it any more...I don't believe your going to do anything foolish... I'd Love to let you go right now."

She jumped up, "Oh please let me go...please mister...I just want to go home."

I quickly and softly placed my index finger over her lips.

"Shhhhhhh...Moe, I can't do it...I would love to but I can't do it...I have to fuck you first." 

She looked dismayed. Then she said,

"Why... Why me...Why do you want me like that...I'm an old woman...I'm old and I'm fat...My own husbands doesn't even want me anymore...All he wants me to do is suck his cock from time to time...He doesn't even want to make love to me anymore. What man would want this?" she said opening her arms pointing shamefully at her naked body." 

I was not expecting an answer like that. That shit, through me for a loop. But I shouldn't have been shocked. White men have this problem with white women with a little extra meat on them. But in the hood we appreciate a woman with a thick backside. Black or White It doesn't matter. But tonight I learned something new. I learned that it didn't matter if a woman was young or old. A thick shapely ass is always ripe for some fucking. 




Ghetto Fairy Tales Ch. 3



"Damn baby...I feel for you... When was the last time your husband hit it..Umm...I mean, fucked you?"

"It's been years. It's been so long that I don't even remember." 

Can you believe this shit? As she spoke I could feel my cock stirring. I can't believe a man can let a thick fat juicy ass like that walk around and not want to hit it. My cold black heart felt weird. Was I feeling sorry for this lady? Her soft tender voice was reaching a cold darkened place. Then she continued.

"I know you're going to rape me...and I know there's nothing I can do to stop you... I haven't lied with a man in years... I'm old and my body isn't what it used to be...I know that I shouldn't be asking you...but can you go easy on me...Your...Your cock... Its...its very large...I...I don't know...Please go easy on me...I'll cooperate...I promise...I just want to go home... My daughter, maybe she came home."

"Damn... what was this chunky old white lady doing to me?" She was really sweet. To a normal person that shit would have turned them into mush...but to a thug like me. Her soft voice and her heartfelt words excited me. Before I knew it I could feel my cock starting to swell.

"Okay...Moe...I here Ya baby...I'm not going to hurt you Okay...How do ya want it baby...You want it from the back...or do you want me on top." 

"Oh... dear...Ummm...On top...my knees are still killing me... On top, if you don't mind sir." 

She sounded so motherly that is drove me crazy. I told her to lie back and spread her legs. I told her to put left leg on the back of the couch. She did as I instructed as I got up and removed all of my cloths. When I turned and looked at her I was enchanted. She looked so beautiful lying on my couch with her legs spread wide open. I could see her meaty cunt lips poking out of her sexy salt-n-pepper bush. I could feel the blood rushing to my cock, for it was that moment I knew. I've done a lot of fuck up shit in my life. But it was at that moment that I knew that what I was going to do to this old white woman was going to cement my place in hell.

I sat down on the couch between her out stretched legs and placed my hand on her pussy. I softly rubbed her pussy mound and then gently eased my finger into cunt. It was still nice and wet and hot as ever. I slowly worked my finger in and out of cunt while I watched her reactions. She just simply closed her eyes. I flip my hand the other way and placed my right thumb in her delicious folds and slide it down to her clit .Her body twitched and tensed up for a second. Then I slowly started massaging her little button. Inside a fat meaty pussy, you sure to find a healthy sized clit.

"Does that feel Okay baby?...Does that feel good?"

For some reason I became concerned for her feelings. I eased my finger in and out of her fat cunt while I manipulated her plump little clit. I felt like a kid with a new toy. I could see she was fighting with herself. I could tell she was fighting the sensations she was feeling between legs. I slipped my finger out of her cunt and placed it in my mouth. Her pussy tasted even sweeter then it did before.

"Mmmm...Mmmm...Mmm," I moaned as I sucked her juices off my finger. 

I started to wonder. Her husband sounded like a selfish man. I wonder if he's ever even stuck his tongue in that motha-fucka. I started easing my body closer to her. I took my hand and placed it on her right bruised knee. Her knee was still red and a little scrapped up. I brushed of the dust and like a loving parent I kissed her boo-boo. I planted a couple soft pecks on her tender kneecap. That's when she opened her eyes and looked at me. She just had a confused look on her face that I couldn't describe. Moe, watching my every move excited me, so I continued. Each kiss went further up her thigh. Each kiss was fallowed by my slithering tongue inching closer and closer to the Promised Land. The closer I got to her pussy the harder my cock got. As I got closer the sweet scent coming from her core filled my nostrils.

Her fight from within continued. Her legs trembled and her breathing increased as I approached her silver lined gates. When the tip of my nose brushed against her soft curly gray muff my entire being was electrified. I looked up at my uninvited guest and smiled. She looked scared but this time it was a different type of fear. I Slide my body on the couch and got myself into position. Her pussy was calling me. Like a constant bell it rang out in my head. I answered that call. I answered by burring my tongue deep into cunt. On impact her hips bucked up forced more of my tongue, nose and face into her body.

"Aghhhh...Agggghhh...No...Oh...My GOD." She moaned softly as her body tensed up.

Feeling those meaty cunt lips wrap themselves around my lips as I curled my tongue it her pussy was incredible. I attacked her cunt like a crack head who hasn't had a hit in days. Her cunt lips were like two meaty, warm, wet pillows. But her fight continued. Her fight continued as I use my entire face to defeat her. 

"Aghh..Aghh...Oh...My GOD..." She moaned and repeated over and over again.

I felt like I was playing chess with her cunt. It was like my tongue was one mighty chess piece. With each stroke of my tongue I crushed her defenses. I licked Up and took her pawns. I licked down and took her knights...with a little twist and turn of my head I took her castles. Her queen was elusive and tried desperately to flee... She was vulnerable and what she feared the most about to happen. 

I put her in check when the tip of my nose brushed past her Queen. Her worst fear was about to commence . I wrapped my arms up under her legs and locked her in. I curled my arms and placed the tips of my fingers on her slippery cunt lips. As I parted her cunt lips I felt the heat. There was a fire raging in her cunt. A fire that I wish I had started. But this wasn't a fire that was responsible for igniting. This was a fifty-year-old woman. I woman that I believe has been neglected sexually her entire life. Her fire has been burning for half a century. But she continued to fight.

She was facing a certain defeat, I suddenly felt her hands pushing on my sweaty baldhead. She tried her best to push me away from her cunt. But I was too strong her. I felt powerful. Like the Borg, All of my thoughts and sense acted as one. Her resistance was futile. Unlike the Borg, I wanted to, more then just assimilate this old white woman. I wanted to engulf her entire being. I wanted feel what a half a century of lust, desire and neglected sexual rage felt like. I wanted to taste it. I wanted it flow into my mouth and down my throat. And again she preyed to her God.

"Oh God...Agghhh...Please God...Not This way...Not like This.." She cried out.

She cried and pushed. She squirmed on her back trying to escape my capture of her queen. As I spread her cunt lips, I pushed her fleshy mound up and apart, removing the hood from her elusive clit. And there it was in all of its glory. Her clit stood proud, even in the face danger. That mutha-fucka pulsed with life. With pinpoint accuracy I stuck. I wrapped my lips around her clitoris and held on for dear life. Maureen closed her legs slapping me on both side of my face. I slammed my tongue against her clit and started sucking. 

"Forgive Meeeeeeee," She shouted are body rumbled and her cunt detonated in my mouth.

"Mmm... Mmmm... Mmmm," I moaned as I licked and sucked on her pulsating cunt. Her cunt opened up and like a cannon she fired fireballs of her fluids into my mouth.

Then I got want I wanted. Her precious nectar flowed like a river into my mouth onto my face and down my chin. And just like she had drank down my cum a few moments ago I returned the favor. I quenched my thrust strait from the tap. She bucked wildly as her sweet white pussy attempted to drown me. My tongue traveled around her pussy licking sucking each sector. Maureen groaned and moaned deeper then any woman I have ever known. Her leg spread as her body shuddered; She lifted her ass off of the couch slamming my face deeper into cunt. She nutted all over my face. It was better then thanksgiving dinner. My tongue was like a big fat biscuit. And I used it to scope up and soak up all of Maureen's Gravy. 

"Aghhhh...Aghhh...No...Not Again...Oh my God...I'mm...Cuuuuming"

This time she screamed, growled and grunted as my Ghettofabulous cunt lapping skillz devoured her cunt sending her flying into orgasmic heaven. Her old milky white hands slipped from the top of my sweaty baldhead. She wrapped her hands and locked her fingers around the back of my dome. She pulled my cranium into exploding cunt as she twisted and gyrated her hips. She painted my face with her offering. I've eaten pussy before but never like this. I've made women cum but never like this. I've sucked on and drank pussy juice before but never this much. I've always taken from people. I've always hate white people and what they represent. And I swore I would never give a white person a damn thing. I don't know came over me. I just had to make her cum...I just had to.

She put up a good fight. She tried her best but fell way short. As her body collapsed into the couch I felt her surrender to me. I didn't just capture her body. I knew I had captured her mind. And when I felt her soft white hands gentle stroking and massaging my baldhead. I knew she was lost. I knew that she had forgotten were she was. Her hand moved in small circular motions on my baldhead felt tender. The palm of her hand felt warm and loving. I gave her pussy one final kiss and sat up.

She was still panting and breathing heavy when I sat up and reached for my cigarettes. She finally opened her eyes and stared at me. Looking into her eyes I could tell she has never experienced any thing like this in her life. I secretly was hoping to get a smile from her. From the time I put the gun to her head and dragged her into my crib I've seen a bunch of facial expressions. I've seen everything except a smile. Just when I thought I was going to get my smile. She placed her hands of her face and started crying. She closed her leg and rolled to her side and started crying softly like a little baby.

"Moe...Moe... are you alright baby?...what's wrong gurl?"

I told her to sit up and she did what I asked. I lifted my arm up around the back of the sofa and on her own she cuddled up into my breast like before. She put her head against my chest and wept softly against my black skin. I put my arm around and asked again what was wrong.

"Are you Okay Moe...What's wrong baby?"

"I'm...I'm...Okay...its just..." she paused for a few seconds, then she said,

"You... You must think I'm a whore...Its...Just that...Well, No ones every done that to me before... No ones ever put their mouth down there before...I'm so embarrassed... How could I...? How could I act this way?...I don't understand what's happening to me."

And once again she tossed my mental state into confusion. I was just as confused as she was. I made her come like no man has ever done. I licked, sucked and devoured her pussy like no man has ever done. But yet, she cried. She told me that she didn't want me to think of her as a whore. I had humiliated her at gunpoint. I made her suck my cock and swallow my come at gunpoint. And yet she still had some pride. She went on and on about how she wasn't a whore. I told her that she wasn't a whore and I told her she was a good woman. I told her I liked her and that she made me feel warm inside. Which was the truth. I'm usually a cold-hearted bastard. I know that shit for a fact. I guess that's why I acted with such anger and rage at the beginning. She was right, I was a bastard. I never knew my father. My momma was junkie and a whore; She had sex with men for money and for drugs, she didn't have a clue as to who my father was. Like so many lost youth in my community we feel it. The word bastard stings, it burns into your spirit and slices through your heart. 

As I took long deep drags off of my cigarette I took a moment to reflect on my life. Even when I thought I was doing something good for some one, I fucked it up. I didn't have to eat her pussy but I did. I did it cause I wanted her to feel some amazing. But my act only caused her more grief. And for the first time in my life I was ashamed. I was ashamed at what I had done to this woman. The Ghetto Rulez didn't apply to this woman. Ghetto law says, if some one crosses you, disrespect you, or takes something from you, you must respond. And in order to keep you house or your territory in check. You must respond with great force and great vengeance. Everyone in the hood must know that you are a force to be reckoned with. 

Maureen was a lost sheep, a desperate mother searching for her daughter. She was a lost sheep and I was the big bad black wolf. She made a terrible mistake by entering my realm. I had to give this woman her proper respect. She had big fucking balls if you ask me. Imagine leaving your safe home, getting in your car, and driving it into hell. I always thought I was a tuff guy. But there is no way I'd do what she did if the situation was flipped. Maybe its cause I don't have any children. Maybe I just can't relate to her. There was one thing that was definitely solid about Maureen; she loved her daughter.

I've never known that type of love. My mother and I never got along. And if she did love me I sure as hell didn't feel it from her. And when I did get in trouble she sure as hell, wouldn't have put her drugs down to come and get me.

I didn't know what to do with myself. I just sat there and smoked. I sat there and my mind went on trip. But I knew what I had to do. I put my cigarette out and sat up. Maureen sat up beside me and started whipping away her tears. I reached down and picked up her cloths. I picked up her blouse, her skirt, her bra and her panties. Maureen watched me as I carefully folded each article of her clothing and placed them on my lap in a neat pile. Then I turned my head and looked into the eyes. I reached out my hands with the pile of cloths and said,

"Maureen... I hope one day you can find it in your heart to forgive this Black Bastard...Here's yours you cloths baby...You may go." 

She looked more confused then ever. She looked at me as though I wasn't serious, as though I was playing some cruel game with her. She just stared at me with uncertainty in her eyes.

"Are you teasing me, is this a trick or something...I thought you said, you wasn't going to let me go unless...we...unless...you...Ummmm."

"I know what I said Moe...but not like this...You're a good woman. You're a good White woman who made the mistake of knocking on my door. You're just a woman who loves her child and would do what ever it took to get her back...you don't deserve to be treated this way... You don't deserve this... and most of all...My coldhearted black ass don't deserve you." 

For the first time in years I spoke from my heart. I didn't even now I had one. It's amazing how quickly things can change from one moment to the next. I can't explain how I was feeling because I never felt like this before. That's when I got what I have been waiting for. Maureen reached out her hands and I placed her clothing in her palms. It was then she smiled. And what a magnificent smile it was. Her pearly white teeth sparked and her pretty eyes danced with happiness. It was as that moment that I sensed she wasn't afraid of me anymore.

"Bless you young man...Bless your kind heart." She said as she put her cloth in her lap.

If she only knew my heart couldn't be blessed. If she only knew that instead of blood my heart pumped mud and dirt. When you live in the Ghetto you are surrounded by filth and eventually it just consumes you. If she only knew all the fucked up things I've done in my life. She would never say what she did. If she knew these things she would get dressed and run out of her as fast as she could. But she didn't. She didn't move nor did she get dressed.

"May I ask you a question...I know it may sound silly...But...Is it cause I'm Fat...Is that why you changed your mind...It that why you're not going to rape me." Then she paused.

"Well..." I said,

"Please...you don't have to answer...It was a silly question." She replied before I could finish.

"Let me finish what I was gonna say baby...Look Moe, I tell lies and make up stories for a living. But this aint no lie...You are a beautiful woman, inside and out. You have no idea how bad I want you. You have no idea how hard it is for me to let you go...Baby...you aint fat...In the sense that you think...Your thick sexy legs, Your sweet sexy plump ass...You have curves in all the right places baby...And your pussy...Damn!!!...It was fucking delicious. Moe, I want you...I want you bad baby...I don't give a damn how old you are. You are one fine ass woman. I thought I could just take it from you. I don't know what you have done to me Moe, but I just can't...Not this way baby."

I felt horrible. It was then I put my head down in shame. I couldn't even look at her anymore. If Maureen were from around my way, I would have never said any of those things. I guess I felt a level of comfort with her. She was a foreigner in a bad land. She couldn't hurt me because she didn't know my people. I've always had to put up a front. I've always had to keep my guard up. In my neighborhood signs of emotion can be hazardous to you heath. People she that shit as a sign of weakness. And I know what I do when I sense that from someone. I exploit it, I use it to crush my opponents. Nothing is more true then that saying, "Only The Strong Survive." It's the truth. The strong survive and the weak become slaves. 

I was not thinking strait. And I wasn't feeling right. Then I felt something touch my head. Then I felt something caress my cheek. Her touch was warm and so loving. Then she asked softly 

"May ask you another question?" 

All I could was nod my head, as I wondered why she hadn't gotten up yet.

"What's your name young man.?"

I didn't know how to respond to her question at first. Like Devil himself I have many aliases.

"Why????...Why do want to know my name?...Do you want to know my name so you can tell the cops."

"No... No...son... Hey look at me... come on... look at me," she said as she placed her hand under my chin and directed my head to her.

"I'm not going to call the cops on you...I'm fine...you didn't hurt me...I'm a little confused and a little embarrassed but I'm fine...I just want to know your name."

She said all of those things with a tiny little smile on her face. I couldn't believe what she was saying. But it wasn't what she was saying that fucked me up. It was how she was saying it. Maureen's tone was soft and non-threatening. If anything her tone showed concern for me. Can you believe that shit. She was showing concern for a man, who not so long ago had a gun pointed at her dome.

I've been called many things in the past few years but my real name was not one of them. 

"Will...Wilson is my name." I told her my name as I looked shamefully away. 

There was a long pause. She remained silent after I told her my name. Then said,

"Wilson...Wilson...Please look at me."

I turned my head and looked into her warm eyes. Her smile was like a flower in full bloom. I was confused. And still wondering why she was still there.

"Wilson...I don't know what to do with myself. A part of me wants to grab my cloths and run like hell...and then there's another part of me that wants to hold and caress you... You see son... In all of my years, No man has ever said such nice things about me, or my body... No man has ever said that I was beautiful. And no man has ever said that I was sexy. Not even my own husband...No one has ever touched me the way you did. No one has ever even cared about my own sexual pleasure. I'm an old woman...and my days are numbered...If I live to be eighty, I don't think I will ever hear those words from another mans mouth...You asked me if I could ever find it my heart to forgive you...That's why I wanted to know your name...Wilson... I forgive you...I forgive you."




Ghetto Fairy Tales Ch. 3



No one has ever forgiven me for anything in my life. Here was this old white lady that I basically took hostage at gunpoint. I forced her to suck my cock and I unloaded my hate down her throat. And after all that she found it in her heart to forgive me. Then she spread her arms. Like an Angel she spread her wings an embraced sinner. In her arms my cold black heart started to melt. I felt like I was being cleansed of all my sins. This woman in was incredible. She had shown me more love in one hour... then anyone has shown me in my entire pathetic life. A part of me wanted to cry and another part of me wanted to jump up sing.

Then she let go of me and stared into my eyes. She looked into my eyes and then she leaned toward me and kissed me on my lips. Then she placed her hands on both side of my cheeks and kissed me again. When she kissed me I held her. I held this woman who was twice my aged and kissed her back passionately. She was no longer afraid of me nor did she resist me. Her thin white lips parted and she stuck her tongue into my mouth. We kissed passionately as our tongues knotted together. My cock grew as our tongues danced with each other. She placed her hands on the back of my baldhead and slowly pulled me to her. I didn't now what to do with myself. She was pulling me and before I knew it I was lying on top of her.

We kissed like long lost lovers. If felt so right but yet it felt so wrong. We were both breathing heavy as our excitement grew. Then I felt her hand slide down my body. She wrapped her hand around my rock hard cock and started stroking it. Then she broke our kiss and started whispering in my ear.

"Do you want me Wilson, Do you still want me...do you still want this old woman?" She said it over and over again as her legs parted.

"I...I...want you so bad...I want you so bad...But...I...don't deserve you baby."

My cock ached for her but my heart felt undeserving. I felt so weak and uncertain. My black cock pulsed in her palm of her white hand, wanting her, desiring her, needing her. My entire being shook as I felt the tip of my cock press against her luxurious pussy mound.

"Its...Its...Ok Wilson...I...I want it...I want this...Forget about what happened earlier...Its Ok."

I was about to pull away. As I raised my hips Maureen held my cock and placed it between her pussy lips. The head my cocks slide easily between her folds. I froze as felt her meaty pussy lips encase the tip of my cock. The heat was tremendous. The fire still burned from within her. I was scared and she sensed it. It was like she knew me better then I've ever know myself.

"I...I...I'mmm" she cut me off. She cut me off before I could tell her that I was afraid. Imagine me, a thug, a life long gangster, who has faced death many times and never blinked. The words scared, fear and afraid don't exist in my vocabulary. But in the arms of this old white woman I felt like a frightened child during a lightning storm.

"Don't be afraid Wilson...It Ok... Come to me...Its...Okay...It's Okay."

She whispered to me as she pulled gently on my cock. Weakened by desire, confusion, fear and lust I slowly collapsed. I collapsed into the center of her universe one centimeter at a time. Her white pussy opened and welcomed my black cock. With only the tip of my cock in her cunt I thought I had died. I was afraid to push it in any further. Maureen let go of my cock and placed her hands on my back then she moved them down towards my ass and pulled me into her gracious pussy. In one smooth motion my cock descended deep in to her abyss.

When my balls landed flush against the bottom of her ass checks in knew that I would never be the same. I didn't move nor did I have to. Her cunt muscles grip and massaged my cock like no other cunt that I have ever been inside of. 

"Mmmmm...That feels nice... Don't move...Mmmm...not yet." She whispered into my ear.

Her cunt was doing things to my cock that I didn't think was possible. I obeyed her commands as her cunt muscles deliciously soothed and satisfied my undeserving cock. Slowly she enslaved me with her cunt. Her tight pussy clamped down on my cock like a shackle. She placed her hands on the sides of my face once again and kissed me deeply. She was in absolute control of my mind and my body. She closed her thighs around my midsection and gentle set the pace. She pressed her thighs into my hips and was able to rock me back and forth. It was amazing. Slowly she rocked me back two inches. And then slowly she rocked me forward two inches. I felt like a grown man being rocked in a giant cradle.

Maureen eased her grip on me and let me take over. I fucked her just like she wanted to be fucked. She wasn't the type liked it hard and fast. She liked it soft and tender. For the first time in my I felt like I was actually making love to someone. For the first time in my life my cock was inside of a woman that I cared about. 

Maureen soft moans reached out and grabbed my heart. She pulled me into her and whispered soft words into soul. She nibbled on my ear lob and planted deep sucking kisses on my neck. While she sucked on my neck I pulled my cock out a little further. The longer the strokes the louder she moaned. The vibrations on my neck both tickled and energized my entire body. With each stoke I felt like I was taking back control. Maureen encouraged me by throwing her left leg up on the back of the couch spreading her cunt wide open.

"Oh...God...Fuck Me... Fuck Me Wilson." 

I pulled back and plunged my cock deep into her wet pussy. 

"Yes...Yes...Fuck me...Do it ... do it... Don't hold back..." she moaned.

It was like waiting at a red light for it to turn green. When she gave me the green light, I hit the gas and slammed my cock into her juicy cunt. The rush was intense and blew me away. It was like our worlds had flipped again. Maureen's cunt was on fire and now she wanted to get fucked hard. I pounded her sweet delicious cunt ghetto style. Like a prizefighter I was dipp'in... bob'in... and weav'in my cock in and out of her pussy ring. I worked the center and made sure I hit all of the corners. Maureen tilted her head up and looked down between our bodies. I joined her as we both watched my black cock thrust in and out of her tasty pussy. This excited her and I could feel it. She started moaning like crazy, she started moving her hips from side to side and then she started raising her ass off the couch to meet my descending thrust. Her big fat meaty pussy lips felt like warm jelly filled pillows.

"Yes...Yes...oh...GOD...I'm cumming...Harder...Faster...deeper..." she moaned as her body shivered and her cunt inhaled my cock and locked me in.

"Cum baby... Cum Moe...yeah...let it go baby."

I collapsed on her and she held me tight as another orgasm took hold of her. It was like her cunt was exploding all over my cock. I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled backed and slammed my cock into her twitching cunt. Maureen opened her eyes and smiled. 


"FUCK ME...Fuck me Wilson." She repeated over and over.

I looked deep in to her eyes. I wanted to look in her eyes when I let go. She reached up and wrapped her hands around my sweaty baldhead. My balls felt like ballistic missiles being fueled moments before ignition. Maureen could see the pain in my twisted contoured face as my orgasm brewed.

"Cum...Cumm...Cum in my pussy...Let me feel it...CUM...CUM!"

I looked deep into Maureen's eyes and unleashed my fury, hurling cum deep into her cunt with great force and with tremendous velocity. 

"Agggh...aghhhhh..Aghghh...I'm Cuuuuuummiiiinnngggg."

My mind and body came together as one. We teamed up and filled Maureen's cunt with thick globs of concentrated Ghetto Love. She wrapped her legs around my back and locked me in between her luscious thighs as her cunt milked my cock. She moaned delightfully as our to juices collided and melded together inside her extra deluxe cunt. She kissed me passionately as the final drops of cum were extracted from my black cock by her talented old white pussy. My whole body went limp as I fell out on top off her completely exhausted.

Maureen held me and stroked the back of my head as I tried to catch my breath and recover from this sexual roller coaster. She kissed me and then she asked me if I was all right. I couldn't even speak. I was still in a daze trying to make sense of what just happened between this white woman and me. All I could do is nod my head. As I rolled off of her and fell to the floor I realized that my entire world would never be the same. There was a ghostly silence in the room. When I stood up Maureen was still lying on her back with her legs spread apart. Just watching her breathe was incredible. But watching my white cum slowly seep out of her white pussy took my breath away. I walked over and grabbed a cigarette and sat down.

Maureen sat up and then sat beside me. My mind was saturated with weird thoughts. For the first time in my life I didn't know what my next move was. I've always been able to deal with what ever fucked up thing life has dealt me. But how do I deal with this? What the fuck am I going to do now? Millions of questions flew in and out of mind. The sad part was, I didn't have any answers. I could even answer one question. 

Maureen leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. 

"You know I have to go."

Her words sounded so final. Almost like the "The End" of a good but sad story. I didn't want it to end like this. It just wasn't right. She had given me so much and had taken me to so many places emotionally, that I felt I had to do something righteous for her. 

Maureen picked up her cloths and then she asked me if she could use my bathroom. I pointed her towards the bathroom and handed her a clean towel. And once again she seemed distance. And I knew what it was. It was her daughter. That's when it became clear to me. If her daughter was in my neighborhood I could find her like that. I walked to the bathroom door and asked Maureen if she was all right. She told that she was fine. She told me that she was thinking about her daughter and was wondering if she came back home. I asked her a few questions about her daughter. She described her daughter to me. Then I asked her what was her name again.

"Megan... her name is Megan... Why do you know her."

I didn't know any Megan...nor did know a white girl that fit the description. I told her to hang tight while I grabbed my cell phone. Like I said before I own my block. I run this motherfucker like a fortune five hundred company. I have thirty employees working for me on three shifts. I have lookouts on the roofs of each building and people place strategically in apartments. With a couple of phone calls I put the word out. As I was calling my staff, when Maureen came out of the bathroom looking just as sexy as ever. I've fucked a few white girls in my days(mostly drug addicts, or bitches that owed me money) and after I was done with them I usually tossed there Asses out or let one of my boy's fuck'em. What really grabbed my attention was Maureen's wet Hair. She looked totally different and even sexier.

The towel started at the top of her breast and ended at the top of he milky white thighs. With her make up washed away she looked even more delectable. She listen to my conversations over the phone as directed my solders to keep an eye out for her daughter. I explained to them that Megan was not to be harmed, robbed, raped or jacked in any way. I told my crew to find her and bring her to me. I also told them that if anything happens to that little white , they all would have to answer to me.

As soon as I put the phone Down Maureen came up to me and gave me a big hug and started thanking me. I told her that if her daughter was with in five square blocks she would be found. I told Maureen to give me a number that I could contact her if she showed up in the hood. She was smiling from ear to ear when she realized that I was going to help her. She dropped towel to the ground and bent over to pick up her cloths. Her thick juice as damn near put me into another trance. She turned her head and smiled when she noticed what I was staring at it. I quickly turned my head. In a weird way I felt that I was disrespecting her by staring at her in such a lustful way.

Two minutes later I got a phone call from my boy Blake. Blake is like me in many ways, we grew up together in this neighborhood. Blake is more like a supervisor/ enforcer. He told me that he had the white girl I was looking for. Then he told me how he found her. Maureen's daughter tried to do some dumb shit. Apparently the stupid little white girl tried to rob one of my dealers. I know you mother fuckers out there are saying to yourselves, 

"How in the hell can a little blonde white girl rob a black drug dealer in the Ghetto." 

Well let me tell you this shit happens all the time. We have street runners that go up to people's cars. It's kind of like a drive thru service. And sometimes customers act like there are going to but the drugs and while inspecting the shit the hit the gas and drove off. If you have never dealt with drugs you might not be able to understand how far people are willing to go to get high. Crack cocaine with make people do crazy things. And crack cocaine is not prejudice. It destroys white people just like it destroys black people. 

Blake told me that Maureen's daughter Megan was a regular customer. She rolled up like she normally did. While she was checking out the drugs. She acted like she was going in her purse and then she hit the gas trying to get away with about twenty crack rocks. But the bitch fucked up. She over turned the steering wheel and hit the curb. Before she could recover my boys swarmed and snatched that bitch out her car. 

Blake told me the bitch started screaming and he punched her in the head. Blake was furious. He told me that he had the bitch tied to his bed buck-naked. He told me that him and the boyz where about to fuck this bitch and teach her a good fucking lesson. 


That's when I stopped him in his tracks.

"Yo Dawg...You know you my boy and love you and shit... But check this out...That little girl is off limits my brother...She is not to be touched." 

"What!!!! Are you crazy man? This bitch tried to fucking rob me...Right in front of my crew... Now I'm just supposed to let this bitch go." He responded angrily.

Blake was pissed the fuck off. He is my boy and all that shit but he also works for me, so I had to put on my boss hat and drop how it's going down. Calmly I said, 

"Listen up bro...If it was any other bitch I wouldn't give a fuck...But this little white girl belongs to someone very important. Right now you can't see that shit because you don't have all the facts...Don't loose focus mother-fucka...this is business... untie that bitch, get her dressed and I want her in five minutes... Are we clear.?"

Blake new me better then anyone else. He knew that I wasn't playing around. He also knew that everything I do is for a reason even if he doesn't understand why I'm doing it. 

Maureen was standing next to me the whole time. She heard every word I said. At first she was happy that I had found her daughter. But when I told her the facts she started crying. When I told her that daughter tried to rob one of my boys and got caught. I told her that they where about to teach her lesson. I told her little miss Megan was five minutes away from being gang raped by some hard-core mother fucka's. I told Maureen to get herself together. Four minutes later my doorbell rang. I told Maureen to take a seat and to be quiet and then I asked her if she trusted me. She whipped the tears from her eyes and told me that she did. 

When I opened the door I stared in the eyes of one terrified young white girl. Megan was beautiful. She was a younger version of her mother. Thick in all the right places with a pretty face. Blake looked pissed the fuck off and now I now why. Fresh, young, white pussy like that, don't come around this neighborhood often. I thanked Blake and told him not to worry about this shit. I told him I'd make it up to him. I knew it was hard for him to let her go...I'm telling you, the little junkie was fine as hell. That's the great illusion. White people think junkies and drug addicts have a certain look. This is not true. Addicts come from all backgrounds. I just think white people are better at covering up there addictions. When you have more assets, like a car, nice home and wealthy parents it's easier to seem normal. But all that is an illusion. You aren't different then any street junkie. You just have more things around you to mask you addiction. 

I snatched Megan by her hair and dragged her into my crib. When she saw her Mother sitting on my couch. I thought the little girl was going to pass out. That's when I pulled the out my gun and put it to her temple. I gave that little white girl lecture with a gun pointed between her eyes. I told her that her mother saved her fucking life. I told her that she must have been out of her mind thinking she could get away with robbing one of my dealers. I told that frightened child that she is lucky to be alive. I told her the that last mother fucker that tried that shit is dead and the police still haven't found his body. I told her that she was a stupid junkie bitch and that she needed to get her shit together. I was very impressed with Maureen. She sat there and didn't say a word as screamed at her daughter.

Megan was crying like a little baby by this point. And I could see that her mother, even though she tried to be strong was about to feed into her crying daughters bullshit tears. Then I made up some lies. I told her that her mother found out where she was and came over hear to rescue her. I told her that her mother gave me five thousand dollars to spare her life. Then I pushed Megan to the ground on her knees facing her mother on the couch. I put the gun to the back of her head and told her,

"If I ever catch you around this neighborhood again a blast of light will be the last thing you see...It will be the last thing you ever see as a bullet enters your brain...Do you understand me missy?"

"Yes... Yeeeeeess...Please don't kill me." she cried.

"Good... I'm glad we understand each other... Now tell your Momma Your Sorry"

She crawled over to her mom crying hysterically.

"I'm sorry...Mom I so sorry... I'm never gonna do drugs again...I'm Sorry mom please forgive me...I'm sorry."

Maureen tears fell from her eyes one. Soon they flowed down her cheek like two small steams. She opened her arms and her daughter lunged into her breast. The both of them cried as they held each other. With her daughter in her arms Maureen looked up and me and silently said, "Thank You." I had to remain in character. I didn't want her daughter to know anything was up so winked at Maureen and said,

"Ok...enough of this Bullshit...I want you two bitches out of here...get your shit... get the fuck up... and get the fuck out of my crib."

Megan was the first to jump up and head for the door...She damn near ran for the door holding on to her mother's hand. As Maureen passed me she slipped something in my pocket. And just like that they where gone.

I grabbed my cigarettes and sat down on my couch. I could still smell Maureen's scent on my couch and on my body. I sat there thinking about everything that just took place in this tiny apartment over the past hour and half. It was like I was still in a daze. My thoughts were cloudy at best...I must have sat on the couch for two ours before I moved. I couldn't stop think about Maureen. I couldn't stop thinking about her. It was almost unreal in a sense. Even when I try to visualize what went on... on this couch... I have a hard time. It all happened so fast that it's hard for me to even believe that it happened at all. But when I reached in my pocket they evidence was there. On a crumpled up peace of paper was a phone number.




Ghetto Fairy Tales Ch. 3



"555-5555...Call me- Moe"

It's been two months since that night. When I said that I felt like my life would never be the same, it was the truth. I used to love this game. The Drug dealing, Gun slinging life was all I knew until that night. Every night before I go to sleep I pull out that little peace of paper with her number on it and stare at it. I want to dial those digits so bad but I can't. Outside of this neighborhood the white man rules the world. Although my kingdom is small its all I have. Maureen found it in her heart to forgive me. The problem is I can't forgive myself. She was right about one thing. I am a Black Bastard. I was born inside these Ghetto Walls and inside these Ghetto Walls is where I will live and die... Forever a Ghetto Bastard.

The End 

This is just a story and nothing else. 

Peace 

BlackZilla 

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