Hoodrat Head: Erotica at its Grimiest

“Come on girl,” L groaned amongst himself while bangin’ on the door. Time was of the essence and he had to move fast. L could smell the intoxicating aroma of money in the air. It was unmistakable. So was the racket emitting from inside. He knew the bitch was home because he heard Nickelodeon blastin’ loud than a muthafucka.

“What you want, nigga?!” The door swung open with Krystal standing behind it, hands on her robust hips, lips coiled with serious attitude.

“This ain’t Port Charles, mufucka.” L shook his head. “You just openin’ the doe without askin’ who it is and shit.”

Krystal effortlessly rolled her eyes, smacked her lips and spat, “I saw yo goofy ass through the window. Na what you won’t?”

Granted it was early in the morning, but ole girl looked a HOT mess. Hair spiked and matted on her head like a rat smashed on the pavement, somewhat resembling one of those ugly ass Treasure Trolls. You could tell she rolled straight from the sack because crust sat caked in the corner of her left eye. L wanted to say something. Wanted to flick it away, but kept quiet on it.

Despite the wreck that was her appearance, Krystal looked highly do-able. A set of hollow-tip hard nipples made their presence known through the loose fitting tank top she barely fit into. She possessed a tired, yet proud set of 38 C’s, which seemed to be spilling towards him while showcasing impressive cleavage. L looked down and admired her thick thighs in the tight white pants that seemed painted on, noticing how they fit similar to Keava’s getup. He was pleased to find a plump pussy print staring up at him from between her legs — Camel Toe City — causing him to lick his lips in wonder.

Back to the task at hand though … L fired, “Ay K, I need a big ass favor, dawg. I need you to watch yo Godson for a minute.”

“What? Nigga, you crazy. It ain’t like I ain’t got three kids of my own.”

“Come on, Krystal. I got some moves to shoot.”

Krystal’s attitude bumped up a notch. She now even regretted opening the door for this nigga. “How long?”

“Shit, a couple hours,” L replied. “Plus, I need you to take that nigga to school, too.”

“What? You really trippin’. Gas like $12 a gallon and shit.”

“Man, I’uh give you some gas money.”

Krystal said nothing while sticking out her hand, prompting L to sigh, dig into his pocket, and slap a crisp twenty dollar bill into her palm. “What, you goin’ to see some otha bitch?”

“There you go. I’m goin’ to get some money. I’m goin’ to see another bitch later.”

Krystal smacked her lips, “You ain’t shit. I don’t know what my girl see in you.”

“Same thing you do,” L boasted with a devious smirk.

“Whatever nigga.”

L stunned her by forcing his way inside. He grabbed Krystal by the hips and slung her against the wall, ruggedly pressing his semi-hardness against her belly. “Fuck you doin’ answerin’ the doe like this? Teasin’ a nigga and shit.”

Krystal stared back with a hint of terror in her eyes, heart racing, adrenaline rushing hard from head to toe. She closed her eyes, saying nothing as he groped her body and fondled her breasts. Krystal bit down on her lip, pussy now on throb. Disappointed in the two-minute one night stand from the previous evening, she was still hella horny, in desperate need of some type of satisfaction. She lunged forward and swallowed L’s lips with her own, tonguing him fiercely as they embraced.

L positioned both hands around her waist and slid them down to her booty. Krystal had ass for days, so of course he’d resort to his signature move. It wasn’t perfect like Keava’s but on point nevertheless. Shit was massive to the point where you could climb and get lost up in that muthafucka. For weeks now, L desired to be smothered in it — face first! The skin-tight pants she wore were already wedged in her ass, guiding L’s hand in between that long, deep crease.

“Why’ont you pull em down and do that,” Krystal suggested with fire in her eyes.

L backed off a bit. “Shit, girl, I need to get outta here.”

“Whatever nigga.” Krystal got aggressive, pushing L to the left and down on the landing of the staircase. “What if I did this in front of yo girl?” She got on her knees and went after L’s belt buckle.

“Oh shit.”

She pulled his jeans and pants below his ass, just enough to attack the hard dick that flopped out at her. Starving, Krystal clamped her big lips around the mushroom tip, bringing them down the shaft in slobbering fashion, slurping up all her spit at the same time.

L tilted back his head, eyes flipping like an animated script. Nasty bitch. Don’t know where a nigga dick been. L joked amongst himself, remembering that he neglected to rinse his shit after fucking with MaKeava. Krystal would never know that she was sucking the remnants of her best friend’s ass right off his dick.

Krystal sucked with the vigor of a high-performance vacuum, intensifying the sensation with a gaggle of squishy sound effects. She used an effective combination of hand and mouth, jerking the dick with each upward stroke into her throat. L knew from the intensity and effort she put in that he’d slide away without having to fuck her. Krystal was intent on sucking and extracting all the creamy filling out of him. Cool beans! L gave her a hand by thrusting his hips and jamming his dick further into her mouth, essentially face fucking her on his ass. Shit got so intense that he was forced to reach out and palm the back of her head, gripping those damn naps like his life depended on them.

“Ga — God damn! That’s it! Hell yeah!” Like an inmate who hadn’t been exposed to female passion in years, L exploded, flooding Krystal’s mouth with his own blend of natural protein. To no surprise of his, she kept the act going, swallowing the load that shot quickly to the back of her throat like a champ.

“How you like that?” Krystal wiped the traces of cum from the corners of her mouth and stood up. She threw her hands on her hips and posed like she was a God damn super heroine. A satisfying grin spread across her face as she gazed down on her victim, impressed at how she left him rattled and shivering like a wounded animal.

“Fuck,” L panted, still trying to gather his wits. If Krystal ever wanted to rob him or catch him slippin’, this would be the perfect time — caught with his pants down. He quickly regained his composure and fixed his gear. Back in control, he leaped to his feet and staggered on his way to the door.

“Where you goin’?” Krystal grabbed him by the arm.

“I’m goin’ to get lil mans. I gotta dip.”

“So you just gon’ get yo dick sucked and leave?”

Oh my God. Why is every other bitch crazy? Krystal and MaKeava had the nerve to claim each other as cousins — imagine that. Truth be known, their relationship was congested with envy, especially from Krystal’s side of the fence. She actually introduced Keava and L, and was slightly disappointed to see that things appeared to be working out for them, especially since her last three relationships had deteriorated within that span. So whenever she could, Krystal would throw them hints, put her assets on display to let L know she wanted him. Her lustful ambition came to fruition one night at a local house party. Rollin’ her ass off on a super potent blue Dolphin pill, Krystal shot L the look, indicating that she wanted him to meet her in the bathroom. Twisted from shot after shot of straight rum, L complied and slithered his way through the crowded house. Sloppy kisses led to a session of touchy feely in that compact ass bathroom.

In no time, L had the short jean skirt pulled up around her waist, nosey fingers playing with the folds of her pussy. Anxious to learn if it was as good as all the homies advertised, L bent her over the sink and plunged in from behind. Krystal’s shrieks went unheard, drowned out by the blaring sound of Too Short’s Freaky Tales in the background. They both claimed to feel awful after that night, promising to never tell a soul. This was their first tryst since, and neither could wait to get another piece of each other.

From My Hood to Yo Hood, a gritty chapter from the short story anthology Amuse Yourself to Death.

Contel Bradford is a mystical and complex individual. You can attempt to unravel some of the mystery by visiting his author site at countkrewpublications.com.