The Game Don't Change. Mazaradi Fox

      CHAPTER SIX

      After a month of fucking with his cousin, DeMarco was sitting on close to $25,000, not even counting the $11,000 he had in his pocket. He was on his way to get a car and it was long overdue. Walking into the car lot, he spotted a black Nissan Maxima. Jimmy, the salesman, was speaking to a coworker when he noticed DeMarco looking around.

      “If you like that, I’ve got something you’ll love,” Jimmy said, strolling over to a silver Acura Legend sitting on chrome BBS rims.

      “Yeah, this is it! I got $11,000 cash down,” DeMarco said, digging in his pocket and pulling out his wad of cash.

      “That’ll work, let’s go over to my office,” Jimmy replied, as they both walked together.

      After the two discussed the terms, Jimmy passed him the keys. DeMarco pulled out of the dealership ready to roll through the hood in his new whip. His mind quickly jumped to his plans for that night and how he was supposed to meet Money at the skating rink. From what his cousin said, Tonya had a friend who made Jessica look like second best.

      He had a little time to waste, so he called Tiffany up. He’d missed her call while he was handling business.

      “Wassup, Tiff? You called me?”

      “Yes, I was wondering if you were gonna come by,” she asked.

      “You know what, Tiff? Once I get dressed, I’ll slide through for a little while, a’ight?”

      “A’ight, I’ll be waiting,” she said as she hung up.

      Twenty minutes later, he stepped out of the shower and got dressed, slipping on a pair of Tommy Hilfiger sweats and matching t-shirt. He grabbed a cab and made his way over to her apartment. The door was unlocked, so he let himself in. Tiff was sitting in her room watching TV.

      “I missed you,” she said.

      “Oh yeah, how much?” he asked with a slight smile.

      “A lot,” she replied in a seductive tone.

      “Show me how much,” he said as he pulled his dick out.

      She didn’t waste any time giving him head. He leaned back on his elbows as Tiffany crawled between his legs on the floor. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and listened to the slurping noises. But feeling like somebody was watching him, he opened his eyes. To his surprise, Sharon was standing there by the door watching. She moved into the room slowly while putting one of her hands down her pants. He could see her rubbing on her pussy.

      You like? he mouthed.

      Sharon nodded her head yes.

      He waved her over with his free hand.

      “Let me help you with that, lil’ sis,” Sharon said, staring at her sister for a minute.

      Looking up, Tiffany pulled DeMarco’s pants all the way down. As Sharon wrapped her lips around his dick, Tiffany played with his balls. Sharon took him deeper and deeper into her throat. After fifteen minutes of this tag-team routine, he told them both to get out of their clothes. Sitting back on the bed looking at the sisters standing in front of him naked, he’d forgotten all about meeting up with Money.

      “Sharon, I want you to climb on up on this dick, and Tiff, you bring that pretty-ass pussy over here so I can taste it,” he instructed. “Tonight is about to get crazy.”

      As Sharon slid down, her pussy gripped his dick like it was custom-made for him. Tiffany climbed up top and rode his face, rubbing pussy juice all over his lips.

      “Oh my god! This is why my sister is so open?! Damn, this dick is good,” Sharon mumbled as she bounced up and down with her firm titties bobbing all over the place.

      At eighteen, DeMarco was doing shit that niggas twice his age only dreamed about. “Yeah, bounce on this dick!”

      At this moment it was confirmed that he was the man. Then, after fucking both sisters, he dozed off on the sofa.

      * * *

      He thought he was dreaming when he felt someone straddle his lap. He opened his eyes to find Sharon rubbing his dick on her wet pussy.

      “Just lay back and let me do this. I didn’t want to show my sister up last night too much, but she went somewhere, so let me really get right,” Sharon said, putting her hands on his chest. She leaned forward and began moving back and forth, slowly at first. His dick got harder as she started to rock faster. Rising to her feet, she started bouncing on his dick like she was on a pogo stick.

      “Damn, girl,” he said, gritting his teeth.

      “Yessss, yes, yes, that’s what the fuck I’m talkin about!” she yelled.

      “Move to the end of the couch,” he said.

      Sharon slid in between his legs with her back toward him as he slipped back inside of her. She bent over with her hands on the floor, slamming her ass up and down like she was in a porno movie.

      “Damn, this pussy is so good,” he moaned, slapping her butt.

      “Yes, spank that ass!” she shouted, looking up over her shoulder at him. “You ready for this?” she asked.

      “Bring it. I’m ready for whatever you throw my way,” he said as he bit his bottom lip; her pussy was as wet as a faucet.

      She pulled his dick out and slid it in her ass in one smooth motion, shocking the shit out of him.

      “Yessss,” she cried out as her ass swallowed his entire length.

      “Oh my god!” she screamed. Lost in the moment, he started bouncing her up and down on his dick with his hands around her waist.

      When she felt him tense up, Sharon bounced on him a couple more times before getting up off him. Kneeling down between his legs, she took his dick in her mouth and started sucking it like she learned from the porn bitch Vanessa del Rio or something. It felt so good that DeMarco closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He couldn’t hold back any longer as she did her thing. He sat up and opened his eyes to find Sharon staring at him. Just the look on her face sent him overboard. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her head back as he stood up and started cumming. All the while Sharon had his dick secure in her mouth like she had lockjaw or something. He peered down at her as he nutted and she tried to keep it all in her mouth. Cum spilled out of the sides of her lips, dripping down her chin.

      He fell back on the sofa exhausted. She followed him with his dick still in her mouth, sucking him until there wasn’t a drop left. Satisfied, she stood up and smiled down at him.

      “Now that’s some shit to wake up to,” he said as she licked her fingers.

      “Anytime,” she replied, then turned and left the room.

      “Damn,” was all he could say as he watched her walk away, shaking her ass. Hearing his phone ring, he bent over and pulled it out of his sweats.

      “Yo, who dis?” he asked.

      “Nigga, who you think it is? How you gonna stand me up like that last night? Tonya talking mad shit!” Money yelled.

      “Ayo, cuz, my fault. I got caught up in some crazy shit last night. Word! I’m telling you, this shit was crazy. But where you at?” DeMarco asked.