Page 24 of In Too Deep

My dick was harder than Chinese arithmetic.

I could feel precum oozing from the tip of it, staining my boxers, and the wet feeling was semi uncomfortable.

Synthia’s asshole mimicked a jar of mayo.

It was filled with white creamy cum, leaking out of her asshole, like shaving cream, and I was catching every fucking drip.

Drinking her nut, like it was a nutrient for my health, licking and slurping it off my fingers and the drip swarming between them.

Synthia tasted like purified water. As I’ve said before, if I could bottle her shit up and savor it, I would.

Just thinking about niggas feasting on her juice, getting a taste before me had me wanting to murk them simp ass nigga for letting all this juicy shit go to waste.

She was a rare breed, like a piece of forbidden fruit. It was damn near hypnotic too.

Positioning my camera, I tapped the screen to make sure her shortbread-colored booty hole was in the view of the camera before the sounds of my camera flickering filled the room, muffling out her low moans.

This shit was lethal. Before the day is over with tomorrow, I’ll be at Walgreens, placing an order to get it framed.

I think her creamy, booty hole would look fye as fuck on a canvas, above my head, or I could put it in the man cave here.

It’ll give me something to beat my dick to when I’m feeling horny.

“Look at what this pretty tight ass can do. This is the shit that God gifted you, Juicy.”

Still clutching her ankles around her waist, I bent down and put the phone in the view of her face. “You see this shit?”

“Hmm Hmm,” whimpered.

“I know you’re a virgin, but I want to be the first one to fuck you and explore all of your holes.

Can I do that baby?” I groaned, sliding my phone back in the pocket of my jeans.

Gently gripping her waist, I gave it a light squeeze before lifting her up and straightening her posture.

“I’ll go as slow as I need to, baby and if you tell me to stop, then I’ll stop.

I won’t pressure you.” Synthia’s mouth gaped open, but no words escaped. Her eyes met mine.

“I won’t hurt you. If it gets to be too much, just tell me to stop if you get too uncomfortable.”

“O-okay,” she stuttered.

“You sure? Do you trust me?”

Grabbing the cusp of her chin, I looked intently in her eyes, searching for disapproval.

“I trust you.”

“I know you won’t hurt me.”

“I’ll never hurt you, baby. I did what I did for probable cause. I’ll never hurt you or put you in harm’s way.”

I mentioned the time I hit her upside the head with the butt of the gun and the wreck. Every time I looked at her, the stitches above her brow made me grimace with a bad taste in my mouth.

“I know,” she sighed, nodding her head in agreeance.

Looking over her face again, I surveyed her expression.

“C’mere. I want to try something wit’ you.

” My hand clutched around her small one, leading the way to my bedroom.

She trailed behind me as I staggered into the bathroom.

The bathroom counter was cold beneath her hands as I made her stand there, the sounds of the house muffled as I bent to open the cabinet below.

I squinted my eyes, scanning around the various toiletry items under the dark sink. My hands went from the lube then the packaged dildo. Sitting up, I placed the items on the counter, noticing Synthia’s judgmental glare.

“Gone ‘head and say what you gotta say,” I grinned.

Her brow raised, glancing at the four-inch, glass dildo. “Nigga, is there anything you want to tell me?”

“I’m into freaky shit. I ain’t ever in my life thought about putting no shit like this inside of me, or whatever that gay shit is.

Roxx is into all types of freaky ass shit, and that nigga ain’t gay either, but I told you I haven’t been fuckin’ Trecee like that, so he mentioned for me to start fucking her in the ass but to prep her with some shit that’s bigger than my dick to get used to the feeling.

I ain’t used it on her, as you can see, it’s new and ain’t never been opened. ”

“I heard all the niggas with money be into shit like this, so I’m not surprised. I’m not questioning your manhood though,” she answered.

“As you shouldn’t. This is all me, in rare form,” I boasted. “Ain’t shit fruit loop ‘bout me.”

“I hear you and I know,” she nodded in confirmation.

“Then turned yo fine ass around and let me stick it in you. You’ll be able to handle what I’m dishing out soon.”

Turning around, she complied and spread her ass with her small fingers, cum smeared around her asshole.

I opened the package, eying her ass with intent before cleaning off the dildo.

She didn’t need lubricant, her cum would’ve sufficed, but I needed her to be extra wet, and I needed it to glide in with ease.

I used to turn down shit like this and would quickly dismiss the use of toys in the bedroom, until Roxx put me on.

The thought of my bitch using a sex toy fueled me with insecurity, but I overlooked it.

Trecee was supposed to be the first person to try it, but those plans prevailed; now I had Synthia here exploring Pandora’s Box, dipping her toe in the water.

Rubbing the lube over her booty hole with my finger, it glistened on her, radiating with the mixture of her cum.

Being famished for more, I stuck my thumb in her ass, dipping it inside, fucking her with it, causing moans to escape from the back of her throat.

I removed my thumb a little while after, replacing it with the dildo and stuck my thumb in my mouth, slurping on her juices, allowing her cum to settle against my tongue, smacking my tongue against the roof of my mouth.

“Shit,” I hissed. “Take a deep breath. Remember to let me know if you feel uncomfortable, I’ll stop.”

“Okay,” she whimpered.

“Juicy,” my voice was laced with concern. “Do you want this?”

“Yes,” she nodded, her curls falling over her head.

Carefully and slowly, I inserted the toy inside of her, dipping inside inch by inch, giving her no more than she could take.

“Oooooh ooooow,” she moaned loudly, followed by a throaty gasp.

I stopped, my heart crushed hearing the pain ripping through her voice. “Do you want me to stop? Am I hurting her?”

“Nooooo,” she murmured. “It just feels—it feels different.”

“But do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she shrieked. “Please don’t stop.”

“Fuuuuck, Juicy,” I groaned, throwing my head back. “If only you could see what I see.”

Her asshole contracted, leaking cum. I couldn’t contain the agony my dick felt any longer.

I needed to release somehow, and this was a 4K view.

Freeing my dick, it was bricked with percum leaking from the tip.

I jacked my dick off slowly, spreading my precum around the shaft, giving my dry dick moisture.

My hands were full, one hand was pumping Synthia’s ass hole with a dick, while my other hand stroked mine.

“Oh my God, Romelo,” she gasped again, still trying to keep her ass spread with her hands. “I feel something,” she mumbled. “Something is coming?”

I continued stroking my dick, speeding up just a bit, building my orgasm. My breathing became rapid seeing the glass dildo appear white now, coated with her cum. The more I fucked her, the whiter her asshole got, mimicking cheesecake.

“Tell me what’s coming, Juicy,” I groaned, throwing my head back from the pleasure. “Tell me, baby. Tell me,” I pleaded.

“I’m gonna cum,” she moaned, her legs buckling. “I feel it coming.”

“I feel it too, baby,” I moaned.

Speeding up, I pumped faster inside of her, making sure not to go too deep, deeper than what she could handle, until she reached back, wrapped her hand over mine, and inched it further inside.

My toes started to curl inside my shoes when my orgasm reached my feet.

Then my legs felt weak. I was struggling to maintain my balance.

“Cum with me,” she gasped, releasing a fart.

“I am baby,” I groaned. “It’s cumming, baby.”

Stroking faster, reaching my peak, my stomach caved in, and my head flung back.

My hand felt wet, drenched in her juices, swarming down my wrist again.

When my nut seeped out, my mouth gaped open from the erotic satisfaction.

I inched closer to her, centering the tip of my dick to her anus, making sure her nut caught every drip, mixing our juices.

Synthia’s knees buckled, and she released the sex toy.

I caught it before it dropped to the ground, then placed it on the counter.

A resounding clang, a satisfying mix of glass on tile, and our pleased sighs marked the bread’s arrival on the counter.

“Ooooooh, fuuuuck,” she gasped. “It’s thereeee! It’s cummiiiiing!” She chanted.

“I see it baby,” I bit down on my lip, watching her anus contract as her cum dripped down to her pussy hole.

Being mannish, I bent down, watching a mixture of our cum ooze out of her and tasted it, slurping it up, then spat it back out, slurp it up again and spat it out and slurp it up again, making sure to swallow every last drop, feeling like a nasty ass nigga, reaching different heights—heights I hadn’t taken with her cousin.

“Did you see some dookie come out of my butt?” Synthia spoke, silencing the silence between us.

The moment wasn’t awkward, but both of us were gliding on a euphoric high, figuring out what the fuck just happened.

Grant it, I wanted another round, feeling famished and yearning for her body, but she wasn’t looking up to it.

She’d showered, now naked, cuddling in the bed, drifting off in our thoughts as I caressed her body, her smooth skin brushed against my calloused hand.

“Mane what?” I darted my head up, her outburst snatching me away from my thoughts. “Where the fuck that come from?” I laughed.

“I was thinking it out loud. I’ve also heard that it depends on what you eat and you have to prep beforehand.” I