“Swim or Die”

The subway ride from the Bronx to Brighton Beach was a bitch. Actually it was three bitches. I was with my girlfriend Laura, her grandmother and her gothic fashion wearing sister Barbara. Not only did I have to carry all the beach chairs, bags and a plastic ice cooler filled with shit, but all three were tag teaming me with nonstop verbal abuse. They were angry with me because I failed them. At eighteen, I worked hard to achieve a pending Cooper Union scholarship for the following year.  I had a good paying job as a doorman in Sutton Place and I was their main problem solver in life. I couldn’t do any wrong until that prior January. Laura and I were supposed to marry and security should have been virtually guaranteed to her for the rest of her life. Instead, I ended up being out on bail, waiting to be sentenced to 5 to 15 years. I failed them, but most importantly, I failed myself. I was depressed and hopeless. Why was I letting myself be put through this?  I had to remind myself that I couldn’t return to Washington Heights because I probably wouldn’t last two hours before I was laid out, drenched in my own blood on Saint Nicholas Avenue under the July sun with my eyelids permanently shut. I messsed up. I messed up bad.

What would I have done without Josie? I was a long lost friend to misery and despair. I had some good years filled with some fun, adventurous times and I was sure the worst was over. Nah sucker, life laughed at me. But as harsh as life could be to me, it was always sure to be as compassionate enough to provide me with at least one angel to help me get through the hard times. Josie’s company was the absolutely only thing I had that was worth waking up for these days. I knew her for all of two weeks, but I had a genuine love in my heart for her. I never appreciated someone before like I did Josie. She had become my most important angel ever.

Weeks earlier, I was combing the shore at Brighton Beach, feeling sorry for myself and counting the days till judgment day when I saw Josie on her hands and knees on the sand as waves washed up on her. Her head was down. The sight of her peaked my curiosity. What the hell is wrong with this girl?  I thought that she looked crazy. She threw up liquid and bile. Ahhh! Nasty bitch!  I continued to stare at her wondering what she was fucked up on. She looked up directly at me. She was cute with Hazel colored eyes and dimples and straight sandy brown hair.  She smiled and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her smile was contagious.

I drank too much vodka and orange juice. I’m fucked up. She informed me.

I couldn’t help but smile even more.

I didn’t noticed. I said, pretending that she was not throwing up in the ocean.

Yeah dude, can’t you see? What the hell is wrong with you?  She laughed hysterically.

I didn’t remember the last time I laughed before this. I instantly felt lighter and fell for her.

We got her cleaned up in the Parks Department restroom and I rode with her to Rego Park, Queens on the subway. It was a nice long ride, perfect for getting to know such a pretty, crazy stranger. She became more and more beautiful to me with each stop that passed.

Why are you so sad? She asked.

You can tell? I asked genuinely surprised.

Dude, you’re a fucking mess. Come on, hon. Tell me what’s wrong.

I looked at her. Her eyes were safe. She grabbed my thigh and squeezed. It felt nice. She looked me in the eyes.

You can tell me.

Well, in about three and a half weeks, I’m going to prison for 15 years.

15 years???? Holy shit!  Who did you kill?

I didn’t kill anybody. I’ll be eligible for parole in 5.

Still. That’s a long time.

I know. I was only 13 years old 5 years ago. That seemed so long ago.

I pondered the thought. My stomach turned on me and my eyes watered.

Josie reached to hug me. Tears flooded out my eyes. She held my head across her chest and caressed my hair. The train rumbled on for the next half hour as I let out what felt like years of tears, not caring who saw me. I didn’t want to be with anybody but her. It was the first time I ever experienced wanting to be with such a beautiful girl just because I wanted to be with her and not because I wanted to have sex with her. 

We got to her stop and made plans to meet the following day. I rode two hours to Hunts Point feeling the happiest I’ve felt since that January 18th of 1988. Finally somebody cared. I returned home to Laura’s grandmother house to a living room full of glares. Laura and I barely spoke to each other except when we were having angry, violent sex. What did I do to my life was a permanent thought stuck in my head.

The train pulled into Brighton Beach. I carried everything with the three Puerto Rican yentas talking shit behind me, calling me all sorts of putas, carbrons and maricons. The grandmother was yapping the most. Enough was fucking enough. I looked back at Laura and glared at her with arched eyebrows.

Tell that old Chihuahua bitch to shut the fuck up already!

Laura’s grandmother, although in the United States for over forty years didn’t understand or speak a lick of English.

Que? Que? She added another carbron to the sentence that I made out.

Fuck you, jailbird! Don’t you call my grandmother a bitch! Your aunt’s a freaking bitch! Laura yelled at me in front of staring passengers.

I nodded my head. That’s cool. I got something for you. I threaten her.

Laura’s grandmother was a newly recovering alcoholic that was sober for an entire three weeks. I knew something about alcoholism from my own childhood experiences and knew that the grandmother didn’t make a very good one. It was Laura’s dream come true see the old lady sober for this long. It gave her hope that she was cured for once and for all. Personally, I didn’t think one more relapse was such a big deal.

I chose a spot to camp out. I dropped everything. The girls immediately protested.

Who the hell said we were going lay out here? Laura asked while Barbara explained to the grandmother something in Spanish.

Where you think you going, jailbird! Laura shouted after me.

Fuck you! I said without looking back as I headed back towards the boardwalk.

A fat, older Russian lady made a face at me.

Fuck you too!

I returned carrying a brown paperback that was breaking at the bottom because of the combination of ice and the ice-cold cans that it held. By the time I arrived, Laura and family were either sitting on a beach chair or laid out on a cheap sheet that was so worn out that you could barely make out the floral pattern. I was looking forward to seeing Barbara in a bathing suit or even better, a bikini. She had little breasts but had an even better ass than Laura. She was sitting up on the sheet fully dressed in black.

Aren’t you hot, Barb?

She saw a can of Budweiser exposed through the ripping bag.

You know, you’re a real fucking asshole?

What? I forged innocence.

Then Laura saw the beer. You motherfucker! I hate you.

I hate you too bitch. I’m not even in jail yet and you’re already playing me out left and right.

I told you. I’m only with you until you go in, but it’s over! Over! What do you not understand? What I do is my business.

I understand everything clearly. And what I do is my business. If I want to have a beer, I’ll have a beer. I can’t help it if your grandmother’s a drunk bitch.

I snatched a can of Bud off the plastic ring that contained the six-pack and guzzled a can.

Mommi! I offered the old nag a Budweiser.

The stupid old lady looked at me.

Que?

Cervesa fria. It’s bueno. Mucho bueno. I held out a beer to her.  She stared at it with thirsty eyes.

No! no. no. The old lady declined without much conviction.

Good Mommie. Laura praised her and gave a kiss on her forehead.

Okay. It’s on you.

I snapped open the ring off another can and took gulped down half the can in one shot.

AHHHHH! I smiled at the old lady. That shit is good. Muho bueno! She gave me a dirty look.

I packed my two six packs in ice inside the plastic cooler.

You didn’t even buy us anything to eat and drink, you fucking jerk?

Why would I?

You know what? I don’t want you in my house anymore.

I don’t want to be in your house.

Where you gonna go? Huh, asshole?

I’ll go to West’s house. I don’t need you.

Fuck you and West!

Fuck you, you nasty whore. I really can’t believe this is how you turned out to me.

Hey don’t talk to my sister like that! It was a rare moment when Barbara stood up for Laura. The two regularly fought like two alley cats in heat over a Tomcat.

You didn’t say that when I was fucking you. I lied as I finished my second can of Bud in another gulp.

I can’t believe what I’m hearing!

I looked at Laura.

Believe it. And I can prove it. She has this ugly fuzzy ass birthmark next to the crack of her ass. I couldn’t stop staring at it when I was fucking her from behind. It looks like a map of Colorado.

Laura opened her mouth in shock, not remembering that she provided me with this bit of information one night when she was talking drunken shit about her sister.

Barbara looked confused.

You must have been spying on me sometime you pervert!

Come on, you slut! Don’t try to play it off now.

Que? The grandmother wanted to know what was going on in Spanish, at the same time, eyeing my beer like the old ugly ass buzzard that she was.

I couldn’t keep up with Laura and Barbara’s war of words. I took my beer to the shore and walked as I thought about how I couldn’t wait to see Josie that night. Her parents would be away for the weekend and I was going to be able to sleep over for the first time. The sexual tension that we built up was crazy. I got aroused thinking about it.

While Laura and I only spoke during sex, we got into the habit of biting and choking one another aggressively. We had fresh bite wounds and bruises on the both of us daily. I was concerned that I could end up with a Robert Chambers like case on top of my own case.

I went back for more beer. The two sisters were giving each other the silent treatment by this time. The grandmother kept continually looking at the beer, looking away, only to look back again.

I cracked another beer and looked at her.

Are you sure?  Uno! It’s okay. I waited for her to break.

She snatched the beer from my hand like a starving third world child. She opened it and held the can with both hands. I suspect so Laura and I couldn’t easily take it away from her.

Laura and Barbara were too beside themselves to care. I helped provide for this family since the day I met Laura and they were one of the first people to turn their backs on me. I felt I deserved to have some fun at their expense.

Hey Barb, now that Laura knows, and we don’t have to hide, what’s up for tonight?

You’re a fucking liar!

No he’s not. You fucked Jonathon! Laura yelled at her.

That was different! You two broke up.

For not even one whole week you fucking slut!

Slut! I’m not the one who got caught sucking dick in the fifth grade!

Laura looked at me, for reaction. I was a pro when it came to playing nonchalant when necessary.

I mean you sucked my dick mad fast so it’s not the most shocking thing I ever heard. Check it out, since we’re all family here, and we all know what I’m about. And we definitely know what you two hoes are about.  Why don’t we get down with a ménage together. Come on, it’ll be fun. We can videotape it and make some money.

Assholes! I fucking hate you both. Laura addressed Barbara and I.

I cracked another beer. The old bitch’s head was already wobbling around. She took another gulp and burped. I passed her another one.

Don’t! Barbara snapped at me. She tried to take the beer away from the old lady but she held it close to her chest with her two hands.

Puta NO! She hissed at Barbara. She took a cat like swipe at Barbara.

Oh shit! Now she’s a cat! I laughed.

I sat on the ice cooler in my swim trunks, drinking and sharing my beer with the old lady. I felt my own head starting to wobble around under the sun. Whoa! I’m getting fucked up. I thought to myself.

Laura’s grandmother struggled to assume a squat position. What the hell? Then the old lady peed right though her royal blue knee length shorts and onto the cheap sheet. I got up, laughing until I had a snitch on my side.. I had to take a leak myself. I got up and wobbled/walked to the shore.

I was going crazy in my own drunken head.  Fuck those bitches. As a matter of fact, fuck everybody. I’m gonna do my time and come out and be the baddest motherfucker in the world! I pepped talk myself.

They don’t know me. I’m a warrior. I’m like Conan the Barbarian out this motherfucker!

I visualized Arnold as Conan chopping other barbarians up. I remember sneaking into the R.K.O. everyday when I was kid to see the film. It was my favorite movie at the time.

Yeah, I told myself, I’m going go to jail and get jacked the fuck up like Arnold.

I checked out my19 year old physique, flexing a bicep for myself. Not bad, I thought. But by the time I get out, shit’s gonna be crazy like POW! Then fuck you Laura! I’m gonna have so many better bitches than you. I laughed crazily to myself, unconerned with who was watching.

I made it to the shore and looked out at the vast, endless ocean. I saw a ship in the far, far distance.

Fuck you too! I told the ocean.

A freezing wave splashed on me. Brrrrrrrr! I jumped back quickly.

You wanna diss me too? I’ll swim the fuck out of you.

Another wave slapped me on my shins and knees. It was just as cold.

Yeah, I’ll swim you to Afri-CA and back!

I ran into the ocean and dived headfirst into the cold, unforgiving water. I peed and swam and swam. My body adjusted quickly to the temperature. I visualized myself as Tarzan when he dived off the George Washington Bridge and swam the Hudson River in the 30’s.

I saw my shoulder muscles glisten with each lap, motivating the next lap.

I was five years old when I learned out to swim. My cousins use to take me to sneak in to High Bridge, the city pool at night. They used to get fucked up on Brandy, wine and beer along with coke and weed.  My twenty year old cousin Antonio threw me in the 16 feet deep end of the pool. Everybody was too fucked up to notice or were too busy cracking up at me flapping my little arms away, screaming my head. By chance, I learned that kicking my legs would keep me a float. I imitated Tarzan and made it to the edge of the pool where I hung on for dear life. I wasn’t strong enough to pull myself up and nobody was about to help me. So while I still held on to the edge, I kicked and imitated Tarzan and worked my way to the shallow end of the pool. Too caught up on pretending to be Johnny Weissmuller to be afraid, I waded my way through the pool to a depth I was comfortable with and taught myself to swim. 

And here I was drunk and still believing I was Tarzan. I swam and swam, proud that I was able to swim for so long a distance. I was tiring but I felt the need to challenge myself and win. I was failing at everything else in life. This ocean was not going to defeat me.

I stopped to catch my breath, floating by kicking my legs. I was in the middle of the ocean, well at least two city blocks from the shore, but it felt like the middle of nowhere. The people on the crowded city beach looked like ants. This is so fucking cool! I thought to myself. Once I caught my breath, I decided that it was time to swim back to the shore. I was sobering up and thinking a bit clearer now. I started to swim and within minutes I realized that I wasn’t making any progress. The current was pushing me out farther to the sea. I continued on, trying different strokes. The more I swim med, the farther back I was pushed into the ocean. No wonder it was so easy to swim so far out, I thought.

Shit! This isn’t cool! This isn’t cool at all. I thought to myself. I kept on and on and on, not getting any closer to shore. My muscles started to burn with lactic acid. Don’t panic. I thought to myself. I stopped to float, kicking my legs, but even they were beginning to fry along with my calves. I kept swallowing seawater as I gasped for oxygen. I tried to swim. You can do this, Vincent. It’s not that far. I tried to convince myself, trying to remain positive even though I knew I was fucked up in the game. Then my stomach cramped. It felt like someone was jabbing it with a knife all over my side. I couldn’t kick anymore. My arms went limp. I went under and under and under. I kept my eyes open, observing the olive green liquid environment that I was stranger to.

Damm! So this is how the story ends. What a whack way to go out! I thought to myself. I’m actually drowning. I’m drowning to death. I couldn’t believe it.  I could see the light from the sky on the sea’s surface as I was moving farther and farther away from it. The surface became darker and darker. My lungs felt tight. I felt pressure inside my head from lack of oxygen. Then I got angry. This what I lived and suffered for? You fucking asshole! This is how you’re going to go out, you drunken fool? Fuck that shit!

I kicked my legs and looked up towards the surfaces light. I slapped the water out of my way with cupped hands. You’re strong! You can do this. The surface was so far away. Everything burned. The stabbing pains returned more intensely. Swim through it you fucking faggot! The surface became lighter and lighter. My head broke through the surface. Air never felt so good to me. I couldn’t get enough of it. My whole body was in fire. I heard the faint sound of a whistle. It wouldn’t stop blowing. Help me, please! I continued to try and swim back to shore, but within the minute my body just gave out on me. I couldn’t move my arms. I couldn’t move my legs. The invisible knife was stabbing me everywhere in my abdominal region. Then one big invisible hand took my ribs, spleen and guts band twisted them and twisted them and twisted them. I screamed in agony.

You managed to escape death so many times, you arrogant piece of shit! What the fuck are you going to do now? This is it. This is really it. I felt sad and as sad as I felt, I couldn’t shed any tears for myself because I did this to myself. Just let it go, Vincent. It’s okay.

I went down again. My face was facing the surface once again. That’s right. Just let go. See how peaceful this is? The sunlight on the surface was pretty, so was the seaweed floating around me. The lack of oxygen contradicted what I was trying to convince myself of. Drowning isn’t peaceful you crazy motherfucker! What the hell are you talking about?

As painful as it was, I kicked my legs; I looked up and paddled my arms. They were burning, but no matter what, life was too good to just let go. Come on Vincent, you can do it. You’re not a dick. You’re not an asshole. You’re not a stupid motherfucker. And you’ll prove it. You just have to fight. Fight. Please!

I made it to the surface. I couldn’t suk in air fast enough. I heard the tweeting of the lifeguards whistle, but the people on the beach still looked like ants to me. I was on fire in water. I was in so much trouble and I knew it so very well. How was the lifeguard going to get me? Impossible! I’ve done so many stupid things in my life, but this had to be the stupidest of all things. The thing I just might not come back from. Against my will, my body went down again for the final time. The tears I shed became one with the salt water becoming the final metaphor for my bitter life. I always felt my soul didn’t deserve what my physical represented. I always believed I was better, but I guess I really wasn’t.

Again I sunk towards the bottom of the ocean, letting the light fade darker and darker away from me. I couldn’t breathe and my lungs constricted tighter and tighter as I fought for oxygen that didn’t exist. A grey fish swam past me, confirming that I was as low as I’ve ever been.

Surrender. That’s all that’s left to do. Give it up. Olive green faded to murky brown. This was it. You did all that you can do. It just wasn’t enough. Vincent.

I let my eyelids close and I surrendered to death when all of a sudden.

Holy shit!!!! Josie! She would be waiting for me tonight! We were going to make love for the first time.

I visualized Josie smiling and teasing me. She was always making fun of me, making me laugh at myself. Her sandy brown hair flipped over her left eye. I could see the dimples that formed on her cheeks every time she smiled at me. She hugged me tight every hour on the hour. At 24 years old, she was too way too sophisticated to be in love with me, but on a human level, nobody had ever loved me more. I couldn’t let her down. Hell no! Josie would not cry because of me, not if I could help it.

I got pissed off.  I felt the adrenalin surging through me once again, kicking the shit out of any lactic acid that could ever try to stop me.

It’s not ending like this. Are you fucking crazy?

I kicked stronger, my shoulders and arms could not be stopped as I pushed the ocean out of my way. Fuck you! Don’t you know who the fuck I am? Psycho-Love Tc5!

Seawater flooded my nostrils, but I didn’t care. I told you that I was a fucking warrior! My whole body was on fire, but I was too pissed to give a shit. The ocean tried to wrap its translucent arms around me and cradle me to death but my own tired arms broke free. Get the fuck out of here! I swam up towards the light, my muscles burning on fire. I came up and found air. Air sweet air! BAP! Something hit me on my head. 

What the-? Before I knew it, I was being pulled in to a boat by the back of my shorts. Two lifeguards hovered over me, an intense blonde female life guard pumping as hard as she could on my chest. The ocean’s salty water splashed out my mouth. The male lifeguard held up three fingers that I was able to identify.

I lay exhausted, sucking all the air that I could, looking up at the cloudless sky as the boat speeded back to shore. I sat up and threw more water and was treated to the sight of Laura and her family. Her grandmother cussing me out again in her perfectly round pee stained royal blue shorts.

Pu-TA! Mari-CON!

Laura chirped in. This is so fucking embarrassing! You jerk!

I was wiped out. I just looked at them in disgust. Barbara had her arms folded, shaking her head, judgmentally. I couldn’t respond. Even though I sobered up, I wobbled my way to the cheap sheet. The sand felt extra heavy and my legs and knees felt weak. I picked my folded clothes. Laura yelled behind me. Where the hell you going? Fuck off was all I could think.

Before I reached the boardwalk I was treated to a friendly face.

Yo Psycho! What’s up?

Kenny!

It was so good to see my boy, the legendary Prince Ken Swift from the world famous Rock Steady Crew. In my professional opinion, Kenny was the world’s greatest break-dancer. In fact, he was the template for the original B-Boy. While Crazy Legs was the president of Rock Steady, it was the charm and charisma of Ken Swift, Doze and Frosty Freeze that made me ever want to be down with Rock Steady. I always felt honored in his presence. Not only did he have a nice beach blanket, but also he had about four hot Latin chicks with him. He introduced.

This is my boy Psycho. He does graffiti. He’s down with Doze and Seen. They smiled at me. Damn Kenny, I thought. This is how you do it? Word! He invited me to chill with him and his lady friends. I was consumed with Josie on my mind and politely declined. I spared him the details of my day at the beach and gave him a hug and continued on.

I walked out the elevator in Josie’s building, cleaned up. I heard the music already. “BREAK! For Loooove!” Josie was obsessed with the song and looped it song nonstop continuously. Sometimes she would play Dee-Lite on occasion.  She waited for me by her door. This was the first time I seen her with make up and curly hair. She was hotter than I could ever imagine. She wore a white wife beater and white cotton panties. I could see through them at the mound of her vagina. My heart speeded and I got nervous.  We embraced tight. Her skin felt smooth, soft and flawless. She smelled fresh and clean. I liked the freckles on her shoulders. Our bodies pressed against each other tightly. My penis grew hard against her. I wasn’t wearing underwear as not to constrict anything. Our loins were warm and full of energy.

Oh Baby, she purred so sweetly. I missed you. She looked at me with her mesmerizing Hazel eyes.

I miss you too baby. I miss you so much. We kissed, sucking on each other’s tongues and lips. I bit her soft lower lip so gently and sucked it.

Come on. She grabbed my hand, locked the door and guided me to her room. I nuzzled her neck with my nose and kissed her all over, nibbling here and there.

You know I love you so much. You know that? Right?

She nodded bashfully. I think so.

Don’t think so! Know so. I fucking love you. I don’t know what I would have done if I haven’t met you.

Continue being depressed and miserable until you got locked up. She teased.

We hugged. I caressed her breasts through the cotton she wore. Her nipples grew erect. They were perfectly rounded and protruded with goosebumps around aerola. I licked and sucked through the shirt. I was able to make them out, as the shirt got wetter with my saliva. They were a rosy pink. I brought myself to my knees, kissing and nibbling her tummy, hips and thighs on my way down.

I could kiss you for the rest of my life. You’re so fucking beautiful. How did I get you? I can’t understand it. It’s like…like…like a miracle!

She giggled her sweet little girl laugh that never failed to drive me crazy.

You’re beautiful too. You’re really are. She told me.

Thank you, Baby. I nuzzled my face all over her pussy area. And I licked and sucked on her fat, puffy lips. Oh my God! I thought as I sucked on one fat lip through her panties. She shivered and moaned and grabbed locks of my hair.

Oh my God! She almost yelled.

I spread her legs and licked and sucked as deep as I could through her panties. I turned her around and pulled off her panties.

Take these off now.

She did.

Bend over and lean on your bed.

I stared at her great heart shaped ass. Fuck!

You have like the best ass in the world!

You like it?

Do I like it? Are you crazy?

I smashed my face into the crack, licking like a man possessed. I spread her cheeks open and twirled my tongue around her pretty ass. I licked round and round, circling in until my mouth was all over her hole. She moaned in pleasure.

Papi, you shouldn’t be doing that!

Shut up.

I continued loving her ass with my mouth. Biting it and sucking it.

I stood up. Jesus fucking Christ! I hugged her tight and we kissed some more.

Papi.

Huh, Baby?

I want to suck your dick. I want to suck your dick really bad.

She fondled it through my jeans. I unbuttoned and let it spring out, rock hard, flooded with blood.

Wow Papi, you have a really nice dick. Lay on the bed.

I took off my shirt and socks and obeyed her. She looked me in the eyes as she nibbled my inner thighs. She licked up the shaft of my cock.

Mmmmmmm, she groaned.

Bite it, Baby.

Bite it?

Bite the head, not too hard but not too soft either.

She bit perfectly and tugged it around. I put a pillow over my face to muffle the noises I made. I felt the warm inside of her mouth suck on me slowly.

Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. I love you so much Jesus. I whispered to myself.

Fuck the neighbors I thought. I let out a scream of pleasure. Josie looked at me like I was crazy. I was used to such looks.

Bring your fucking pussy on top of my face. Hurry! Please!

I washed my face all over with her pussy juice. I just wanted her pussy juice all over me. I couldn’t get enough, temporarily insane with lust. I spread her fat pussy lips and sucked on her swollen clit and I sucked on it and sucked and sucked and sucked. Licking it and flicking it around with my tongue. Shivers ran down my body as Josie was going equally nuts on my cock. I couldn’t help myself, I had to scream.

Motherfucker! I love the way you do that! I love it so fucking much.

I love it too, Baby. But you still have to keep it down.

Sorry.

I pulled away from her. She got off. I kneeled on all fours on her bed and look her in the eyes inches from her face. My lips were snarling.

You know what I’m going to do now?

My poor baby looked confused. What?

I’m going to fuck you so fucking good. You want me to fuck you good?

She nodded like a little girl.

Are you sure?  Because I’ll do it! You know I’ll do it. I’ll fuck you like you have never been fucked before!

I manhandled her and flipped her on her back and pulled her legs, dragging her until her ass was on the edge. I manually spread her legs wide open till her pussy was staring me in the face. I ate it some more in a crazed fit.

I rubbed the head of my penis all over her pussy and slapped it on her clit.

Look Baby, my dick is all over your pretty pussy for the first time. Doesn’t it feel good?

She nodded in agreement. Fuck me.

I slowly inserted my head into the opening of her vagina.

Oh my God. I’m going inside of you, Baby. I whispered. My dick is going inside you.

I entered her little my little in slow motion, inch by inch by inch. I felt chills riding up my spine. Josie had baby tears coming out at the ducts of her eyes. I worked my dick all the way in till the base was firmed pressed against her clit. I pulled her shoulders down, so that I could be in her as much as physically possible. Josie trembled and took short deep breathes as I grinded my pelvis in a steady circular motion. I clenched her meaty ass cheeks and controlled my own breath as well as the sensation was so intense. Josie and I fucked in perfect harmony like we were built for one another. The walls of her vagina hugged my dick tight as I thrust and moved about in her. We changed positions fluidly and fucked for what seemed like hours.

Facing me, Josie whispered. I want you to fuck my ass. Will you fuck me in the ass? I need you in my ass.

Turn on your stomach, Baby.

She did and spread her ass for me with her hands. I ate out her asshole, licking it, sucking it, darting my tongue inside of it, and making sure that it was nice and relaxed and lubricated.

Are you ready?

Fuck me, Baby. 

I slowly entered her with care.

You have to guide this, Ma.

She puckered her ass up and pushed into me. My dick slid slowly into her tight ass.

Fuck, baby. I can’t believe how good your ass feels.

I positioned myself on top of her and wrapped my arms under her and reached for her pussy and played with her clit as I slowly fucked her ass. Riding her fat, warm ass felt so good.

We fucked and sucked for the rest of the night.

We were wrapped tightly around each other, staring into each other’s eyes, feeling very much in love.

Oh shit. It’s getting light out already. I announced. Josie turned to look out her window.

It’s going to be hot today. Let’s go to the beach!

I looked at her with puppy dog eyes.

Baby, just this once, do you think we can go to Central Park instead? Please!

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