you say your name was?” asked Krazy.
“Mandy.”
“Well, I’m Krazy, and this is my boy, Trey.”
Krazy was all up close and personal with Mandy. He stretched his arm around her back and leaned toward her so he could get a full view of her perfect titties. His eyes traveled down to somewhere between her thighs.
“So, um,” Krazy began. He concentrated on Mandy’s camel toe between her legs. “What’s up? Did Jason holla at you?”
“Yeah. I would have came days ago, but my old man took a few days off work. But here I am.”
“Yes, you are,” said Krazy.
Trey pulled beside Mandy, and together he and Krazy took turns getting her ready.
“So, I’m sayin’. You gon’ do that for me, or what?” Trey whispered into her ear.
“I guess so. But can I have something to get me started? I’m a lot better when I’m rolling,” said Mandy.
Hearing her talk like that made both Krazy’s and Trey’s dicks hard. Krazy leaped from the sofa and ran inside the bathroom. He tapped on the toilet pipe, then slid the ceiling back.
“What’s up?” asked Willie as he bent down next to the hole.
“I need one,” said Krazy.
“A’ight. Where’s the money?”
“Nigga, just give me one. We got this little freak bitch down here. Me and Trey ’bout to bust her head.”
“I’m on my way down,” said Willie.
“Nah, you gon’ fuck the move up. Plus, I don’t want Wink ass to know, ’cause he gon’ be trippin’ ’bout the money. Just give me the stone.”
“A’ight, but tomorrow we switchin’ out. I’m tired of sittin’ up here all day,” said Willie. He passed Krazy a rock, then closed the hole up.
“Who was that?” Wink asked from the bathroom door.
“Krazy. He wanted to know if he could do a deal for eighty. I told him no shorts, no losses.”
“How much more work we gotta sell?” asked Willie as he followed Wink back into the living room.
“By the looks of it, we should be finished by tomorrow morning. So, we’ll be done a day early. Unless J-Bo shoots us down some more work.”
Back downstairs, Krazy and Trey had Mandy’s thick white ass in the buck. She had hit her pipe and was on cloud nine. She sucked Trey’s dick like a porn star would. She had her eyes closed and held it delicately with two fingers. She would deep throat his entire dick, then pull it out and lick around the head. All the while, Krazy’s freaky-zeaky ass was drilling her from the back. He was the only one ass naked. He took everything off except his long white tube socks, the ones with the green stripes at the top.
Suddenly, there was a loud pound on the door. The pounding grew louder with each thrust. Whoever it was sure wasn’t leaving. The noise was messing up both Krazy’s and Trey’s concentration.
“Man, who is it?” yelled Krazy as he slid out of the pussy.
“Mandy, get your cunt out here now! You little whore, I know you’re in there.”
Mandy snapped out of her crack state of mind. She held Trey’s stiff dick in her hand while looking back from the sofa at the door.
“That’s my husband,” she whispered.
“I don’t give a fuck if he was yo’ daddy. His ass betta stop pounding on the door,” said Krazy as he slid into his boxers.
“Yeah, he’s making shit hot,” said Trey.
“Mandy, I know you hear me. Get your ass out here now!” The man’s shadow could be seen from behind the curtain as he tried to peek inside the room.
“He’ll leave. But please don’t open the door,” said Mandy. She was in fear of an ultimate beat down.
“Go hide in the bathroom while I get rid of him,” said Krazy. He waited as Mandy scooped her clothes up and scurried toward the bathroom.
Trey decided he would finish getting his dick sucked in the meantime. He grabbed up his clothes, then followed Mandy in the bathroom.
Krazy snatched the door open wildly. He was standing face to face with a huge, thick-neck cracker who weighed every bit of three hundred pounds. He looked up at the muscle-faced cracker and put his murda mask on, even despite only wearing his boxers, tube socks, and Nike Cortez.
“Where is she?” asked the man as he looked over Krazy’s shoulder in attempt to scan the room.
“Where’s who?” asked Krazy.
“Mandy, my fuckin’ wife!”
“Listen, ole boy, I don’t know who the hell you’re talkin’ about, but ain’t no Mandy here.”
“Oh, no? Then why are her panties on the sofa?” asked the man.
Before Krazy could turn to look, the cock-strong cracker lowered his head and bull-rushed him back into the room. The blow of the man’s head knocked the wind out of Krazy. He stumbled backward and crashed into the center of the coffee table.
“Mandy, you bitch! Get your ass out here now. I know you in here, ’cause I can smell ya!” shouted the man.
Krazy came to his senses. He groaned as he rolled off the shattered table.
“Robert, I can explain,” Mandy pleaded, as she inched her way out of the bathroom, half naked.
“Oh, you bet your ass you got some explaining to do. You can tell the good Lord all about it when you see him, ’cause I’m about to kill your ass.” Robert spread his arms wide as he closed in on Mandy, cornering her in the front room.
“Please, Robert,” pleaded Mandy as she closed her eyes and braced herself for the impact of Robert’s bear claw.
Boom! Boom!
Robert’s heavy frame crashed forward, hitting the floor hard. He grunted and squirmed in pain from the two back shots. Trey and Mandy looked up at Krazy, who had his gun pointed at Robert’s head.
“Ahh!” screamed Mandy at the top of her lungs. She knelt down to tend to Robert.
“You didn’t have to shoot him!” she yelled while cradling Robert in her arms. “Baby, I am so sorry. Please get up. Please,” she begged her husband. All Robert could do was groan in agony from the two .25 shells lodged in his spine.
Trey’s eyes were bucked with fear. He hurriedly rushed over to Krazy and grabbed his arm, lowering the gun to his side.
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