“Which one you lookin’ at?” Lem turned the magazine around, so now Steel was looking at the female Lem was looking at a second ago and vice versa. Lem sucked on his teeth. “This bitch got a played-out pussy. You can tell.”
”Can’t even see her pussy, Lem-“
”A nigga can tell!” Lem snapped. He glared at Steel. “I’d still fuck her. But I’d hafta work at it to make her cum. I wouldn’t lick her pussy neither. Nuh-uh. Not a bitch like that.”
“I’ll lick any white bitch pussy,” Steel said.
Lem looked at him like he was crazy. “What the fuck is wrong wit’choo? You prolly got white-ho-pussy brain, cuz you ate out so many bitches you got a pussy in yo’ skull in place of the brain. You lick a ho pussy? You eat a nigga nut up!”
From Steel the Roughneck
He picked up that pamphlet on curry respect, cuz he done saw there was a pretty lady in it, a curvy spicetip bitch. She was in the inside, wearing one them gauzy things in one image and in the other she dressed as a prison guard. It was obvious they’s the same photo, just with the clothes photoshopped. But she got a slamming body! Steel’d put it to her, and he like to think he’d eat her out if she want, but he got a feeling Hindu bitches got nasty pussy so maybe not. If he could stomach the diversity, he would.
Anyway, she got nice tits.
Wojo’s kisses traveled lower though. She said last night she liked how he licked her down there, and so Wojo did it again. What every woman he’d been with agreed on was that his barbarian-size tongue was a plus when it came to, yu’know… licking ’em out in the downstairs.
So he did it again. He plunged his tongue into her pussy, and he slurped on her clit until she couldn’t stop whisper-begging for more. She maybe asked Tommy to join in or maybe Tommy did it in on his own, but when she was good and wet, Tommy was kissing her down.
They both ate her out good, she was purring like a kitten. You could tell she liked it cuz she was pumping her hips like as if to force her womanhood down their throats. Wojo wrinkled his nose when Tommy’s tongue touched his, but he didn’t fuss, even when Tommy laid down next to Wojo. Tommy’s hardon rubbed on Wojo’s asscheeks, as they both had to squeeze into the small space of the bunk.
From Wojo the Bricklayer
“Her pussy is sweet as sunset, you don’t even know.” Thumper wolf-whistled as they both laughed. “Niggas, y’all is some silly pups, you know nothin’. Nothin’. She put out all I want. I stuck it up her backside two times last night. And I was licking that pussy fo’ hours. Ain’t even finish the whole pussy, I’s savin’ the rest fo’ latuh. I got a good fifteen, twenty puhcent left to snack on.” Thumper leaned forward, his rammy beard smelling like the unwashed parts of old ladies. His voice got a low growl. “Old lady pussy take awhile to get wet, but I got it goin’, got it goin’ good. Got her purrin’ like a mash potatuh, nigga.” His face was deadly serious. “I will lick any bitch’s pussy,” he said all defiant-like, as though he was making a stellar point. He held two fingers up to his mouth in a v-shape and licked the space between them. “Don’t care how ugly.”
From Thumper the Mover
