Crackhead by Lisa Lennox Read Free Book Online Page A

into a XXX-rated girl talk session. While Crystal prepared to start, each girl was thinking of what pornographic tale she wanted to share herself.
    â€œAnd we want full explicit details,” Shaunna said, rubbing herstomach. She always enjoyed Crystal’s fuck stories, and Crystal enjoyed fucking in order to provide them. Crystal had plenty of them to satisfy Shaunna’s appetite. The other girls enjoyed Crystal’s sex tales as well, but Shaunna was one of those chicks who really got off on listening to other people’s sexual encounters. There was no shame in her game when it came to the flesh. The stories were inspirational and motivational, giving her ideas and perhaps a few tips when it came to her own sexual encounters. The song “Freaks Come Out at Night” by Whodini seemed to be about Shaunna. She would swing episodes with men, women, or both at the same time depending on her mood.
    â€œAiight, aiight,” Crystal began to confess. “His name was Maurice.”
    â€œMaurice!” everyone yelled in unison.
    â€œMaurice? What kind of name is that?” Monique asked. “I thought you was gonna say something like Chico or Man or something.”
    â€œYou know,” Shaunna said, “I’m trying to hear some thug passion. He ain’t have no street name?”
    â€œShhh. Just let her tell her story,” Tonette ordered.
    â€œYeah,” Laci added, forgetting that she wasn’t supposed to be interested in such conversations.
    â€œNow, if there are no further interruptions,” Crystal continued, clearing her throat. “I hadn’t seen Maurice in a while when I ran into him at the store. I was in the back getting a soda and I see him knelt down reaching for a Colt .45. My pussy got wet at just the sight of him. He and I had kicked it a few times, but the last time I’d kicked it with him and we were about to fuck, his pager went off. He jumped up and said that he had to go take care of some urgent business. He was pissed, ’cause he had eaten my pussy out and was about to get his payback. But anyway, thenext time we bumped heads we were still feeling each other. The fact that we only got to see each other in spurts only made it worse. See, Maurice was married.”
    â€œCrystal, you messed with a married man?” Laci asked, shocked.
    â€œDamn right,” Crystal answered. “I looked at his dick and it didn’t have nobody’s name on it so I said fuck it. Then that’s exactly what I did.”
    â€œYou know,” Monique said, reaching over and giving Crystal five on the black-hand side.
    â€œBesides,” Crystal said, “it wasn’t my fault that his wife’s shit wasn’t tight. Plus, Maurice had that good dick. That’s why I was just as pissed off as he was that we didn’t get to finish up where we had left off. I knew how good that nigga could handle his little dude, or should I say big dude. G-i-r-r-r-l, I had lust in my eyes and larceny in my heart. The two of us were horny just thinkin’ ’bout it. We didn’t even waste time trying to find a hotel.”
    â€œYou didn’t fuck him in the store?” Shaunna’s mouth dropped open.
    â€œGirl, no,” Crystal said. “Not that I wouldn’t have. That nigga could have slammed me up against the cooler door and fucked the shit out of me, leaving my ass prints on the glass for days.”
    â€œI heard that shit,” Monique said, crossing her legs, trying to hide the throbbing in the crotch of her pants.
    â€œHe drove over to the abandoned houses on 225th,” Crystal continued with a smile on her face as she reminisced about her and Maurice handling their business in broad daylight behind a boarded-up tenement building. “That nigga massaged my pussy the whole way there. The bulge in his pants was rock hard. Now I know why niggas startin’ to bust sags with they jeans.” Crystal wiggled her ass