Fresh and Moist (Part 1) SeXStoRY

We hung out at my crib for several hours. I had an ounce of good seedless, stemless bud, two fifths of 18-year-old Chivas Regal and a bottle a descent champagne. We consumed slowly and discussed various shit. I was disgusted at the stories she told of her past: “So I invited him to come out to my car, which I told him was parked on one of those narrow side-streets down there. It was damn near pitch dark as he followed me to this non-existent car. I stopped beside a random ride and said, ‘This is it.’ Then my boyfriend and his boy stepped out of the alley; both of them had they pistols drawn.” “Holy shit…” “They told the nigga to take off all his jewelry, made him give up his wallet, his cash and the sheepskin coat he had on his back. It was like a 700-dollar coat. Really nice.” “That’s fucked up.” “I know. I feel bad about it now. But, what can I say? You live and you learn…” There was much more: She described a list of crimes she had conspired upon and committed with these two dudes, one of him had been her boyfriend for years; she lived with him at the time. She said they made a lot of money through identity theft - they created credit accounts using the Social Security numbers of dead people… They had boosted cars, they had made bogus checks; not only had they robbed d**g dealers, they’d robbed d**g store as well: “We got thousands of pills,” she bragged. “Every kind of stimulant, every kind of depressant you can fucking think of…” “So what happened to your ex?” I asked, “Why did you guys break up?” “We never broke up.” “What do you mean?” “I mean, We never broke up. He died.” “What?! What happened to him?” “I shot him…” I just looked at her for a second, then I told her that I didn’t fucking believe her. She then explained to me that the dude was very abusive; physically and emotionally. One day he gave her a brutal ass-beating and she woke up at Mass General with her eyes swollen shut, a bruised rib and a hernia; his blows to her midsection had burst her abdominal wall. She got out of the hospital that night, went to her girlfriend’s house, stayed there for a few days, then went home. He was lying there on the couch when she came in. He asked her where she’d been. She went into the bedroom, got his gun, went back into the living room. She said she called out to him to get his attention before she pointed the gun and fired… She wouldn’t give details on why she wasn’t in prison. She simply said she was able to get a good lawyer and that he was able to get her off… Some of these stories were too unbelievable. I got the feeling that she had to be making some of it up and that she might be trying to scare me off. In hindsight, though, I realize that the case was just the opposite. She did know that I was interested in her and the attraction was mutual. She was simply trying to lay out as much of her dirtiest laundry right then, at the outset, so that I would know exactly with whom I was considering getting involved. She was warning me. But I was lonely and was more enamored by her wit, charm and intelligence and by her smoldering sex appeal than I was repelled by her evident volatility and questionable past. Whose history was beyond reproach? She told me that she was going to take a shower. I got undressed right there in the living room and waited… Her body was fresh and moist when she returned. I remained slouched on the couch. She stood above me, lust dripping from her body, a single finger inserted in her cunt, massaging her clit…. My cock swelled. She took it in her hand, gripped it and gave it a good tug. She owned it. I took her face in my palms and kissed her hard. I stuck my tongue in her mouth, licked her face while she stroked my cock; she knelt and began sucking it. She sucked hungrily, firmly stroking my shaft and massaging my balls until I squirted cum in her mouth. She continued to suck on it after I’d climaxed. I never saw a drop of it. I laid her down on the bed and ate her pussy for a long time. I let my lips rub repeatedly against her clit as I massaged her pink walls with my index finger. Her body convulsed. Her leg quivered - a long moan… She came again. I was licking her pussy from behind, slowly finger-fucking her; her ass was pointed at the ceiling, her face rested on a pillow….