Date: Sat, 5 Nov 2011 00:22:15 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com> Subject: bruthaly luv-33 BRUTHALY LUV -33 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< HAIR SALON Crystal was putting the finishing touches to a woman's head (combing out her curls and styling her hair as she described before shampoo and coloring), listening to the woman complain about her cheating husband and how she should kick him out for the umpteenth time, when Crystal `accidentally' yanked her hair with the comb. "OUCH..." yelled the woman, feeling her whole head yank from her shoulders. "...what the fuck...!? You stupid bitch!" "Oh...I'm sorry..." said Crys, untangling the hair as the woman got out of her chair. "You did that ON PURPOSE!" accused the woman, stepping in close to the mirror to make sure no hair was ripped out. "What the fuck's WRONG with you?!" "I'm sorry..." apologized Crys, a little more sincerely. The Salon's owner came rushing out when she heard the commission... "What seems to be the problem here...?" asked Mrs Wright, owner of The Wright Style Salon. "The PROBLEM is that this BITCH just yanked my hair and tried to rip out a whole handful in that fucking comb of hers...! What kinda fucking salon is this, anyway...?!" yelled the irate woman. "I said I was sorry..." said Crystal to her boss. "SORRY didn't do it..." interrupted the angry woman, "...YOU did!" "How'd this happen...?" asked the boss lady, trying to get to the bottom of the mishap. "Her hair got tangled around the teeth..." said Crys, showing the boss the comb she used. "Okay..." said her boss, accepting that excuse... "Okay...?!" shouted the angry woman, wanting action. "That BITCH tried to snatch me baldhead and all you have to say is okay...??! What kinda fucking shop are you running here...!??" "I SAID I WAS SORRY...! BUT IF YOU CALL ME A BITCH ONE MORE TIME..., I'M GONNA SHOVE MY SHOE SO FAR UP YOUR ASS YOU'D THINK WE WERE FUCKING TWINS!" snapped Crystal, getting quite a snicker from surrounding customers and stylists. "Crystal..., why don't you go into MY office in the back and take a break...?!" suggested mrs Wright, stepping between the two women. Crystal took a second to collect herself (knowing she probably just put her job on the line), and walked towards the rear of the store. "SEE there...?? That BITCH'S crazy...!!" screamed the woman, demanding a refund. "I shouldn't have to pay for such shitty service! She just threatened me!" Mrs Wright looked directly at the woman... "Oh, you WILL be charged the full amount for you style, color, AND cut...!" she informed. "And if you DON'T like the service or the way you've been treated here..., don't come back!" The woman frowned her face, then grabbed her purse and headed for the register to pay her bill, but refused to leave a tip. Crystal was in back sobbing when her boss walked into the office... "I'm sorry, Dedra..., I didn't mean to lose one of your clients...!" she apologized in private. "Don't worry..." assured Dedra. "...every now and then I like to leave an example for the rest of the cliental, so THEY ALL know not to try any `funny business' in my Salon...!" she laughed. "Now how bout telling me what's WRONG with you...?! I haven't never seen you THIS depressed before!" "It's my boyfriend..." sobbed Crystal, needing to get it off her chest without having Demeece or Charmaine openly judge her. "...no...it's my roommate..." she corrected, giving it some thought. "...no...it's my roommate AND my boyfriend..." "Caught your roommate sleeping with your boyfriend, eh...?" surmised Dedra, getting a sobbing nod `yes' from Crystal. ""She ain't SHIT..." informed Dedra, giving her 2cents. "...you need to kick her ass to the curb!" "My roommate's Marlon..., my baby's daddy!" informed Crystal, sniffling. "Oh..." said Dedra, grabbing a bottle of liquor from her bottom desk drawer. "...I think we're going to need a drink!" Crystal took a couple of tissues from Dedra's desk as she awaited her booze. Dedra grabbed two paper cups, then poured two glasses of Brandy before handing Crystal one. "I don't normally drink..." said the 25 year old, before turning the cup up to her lips and guzzling it down like an underwater fish. "So I see..." said Dedra, pouring her another cup. "Finding my boyfriend and Marlon in bed together was no shock..." explained Crys. "...I already knew about Marlon, after he TURNED gay before getting out of prison a few years ago..., and my boyfriend WAS nice enough to inform me that he was bisexual when we first met..." "But I'm SURE you didn't give them both permission to SLEEP together...!" ventured Dedra, getting a guilty look from Crystal. "I gave Marlon permission to suck my boyfriend's dick..." admitted Crys, causing Dedra to down her own drink. "...you see, my boyfriend has a BIG one..., and I'm not as good as Marlon is at giving head..." "What girl is, honey...?" asked Dedra, pouring herself another drink. "That's all them gay guys do all day anyway, suck dick! And if they're not sucking dick, they're THINKING about sucking dick! Or getting butt fucked...! You can't compete in that category!" "Anyway..., he and I had a fight..." continued Crystal, not wanting anymore Brandy. "...but instead of apologizing and coming upstairs to bed with me..., he went downstairs into Marlon's room and stayed the night...!" explained Crys. "Oh, bad..." said Dedra, swallowing another mouthful. "So the next morning I go downstairs into the kitchen to make all this noise before breakfast, letting them KNOW I'm downstairs so HE could come up and apologize..." continued Crys. "...but when he didn't come up, I went down, and found him with my roommate's head buried between his legs...! And from the drained look on his face..., they probably been at it all night!" "Well what do you expect...? You gave them cart-blanche to fuck around...!" said Dedra, siding with the men. "No I didn't...!" argued Crystal. "I only gave them permission to...DO THAT...once in awhile...!" Dedra looked at Crystal like she was crazy... "What MAN you know don't like HEAD 27-7...?" she asked, making Crystal think. "And you gave permission to your GAY roommate whose probably THINKING of sucking dick 24 hours a day, to BLOW your boyfriend who'd probably LIKE getting blown 24 hours a day! And now you want to sit here and CRY about it!" "But...I..." "What are you REALLY crying about...?!" asked Dedra, outright. "If you're going to sit back here in my office and and NOT work..., I'd appreciate some HONEST answers...! You already knew your boyfriend was getting blown by your roommate..., you SAID that was no shock when you caught them...! So what's the REAL reason you're in here snotting over my Puff's Tissues...?!" Crystal thought about it for only a second, then started to ball again... "I...I think...he might like Marlon BETTER than me...!" she admitted, aloud. "Finally..." said Dedra, sitting back in her chair. "...NOW we're getting somewhere...! WHY do you think your boyfriend likes your roommate MORE than you...?!" "Isn't it obvious...?" asked Crystal. "They're GUYS! They'd have MORE in common! They could be friends outside of the bedroom!" "Are they...?" asked Dedra. "I don't know...!" said Crystal, frustrated. "But Marlon's a GUY...! He likes sports...! He likes GUY stuff...!" "Yeah..., like SPERM..." muttered Dedra, under her breath. "So you're afraid your BOYFRIEND might eventually wise up and leave you for your gay roommate...?" she asked. Crystal nodded `yes'. "But you're forgetting ONE very important element that YOU have, that your gay roommates doesn't..." "What...?" asked Crystal, only able to think of one thing. "A job...?" "No..." sighed Dedra, "...a PUSSY!" she added, bluntly. "No matter how much HEAD your roommate gives your boyfriend..., my matter how deep he can throat, no matter how much cum he can swallow..., he'll NEVER have what YOU have between your legs...! There's not a straight or bisexual man alive that will trade a woman's wet life giving pussy for some GUY'S throat..., no matter HOW good he is at it!" "You don't think so...?" asked Crystal, sniffling. "Let me tell you a little story about myself..." said Dedra, sitting back in her chair. "...I was dating this guy years ago, named David..., but I began messing around with this drug dealer named DMoney...! David came home one day to find Money on top of me, and tried to fight him! Money beat David so badly that I thought he killed him...! But in the heat of passion, Money flipped David over onto his stomach and butt raped him right there in front of me...!" "Oh god..." gasped Crystal, clutching her chest at the thought of a man getting butt raped. "Afterwards..., Money started coming over to the house David and I shared whenever he wanted..., then started fucking David and making him give him HEAD! Eventually David became VERY GOOD at it, and Money even wanted me, him, and David to become a 3way couple...!" "Same thing my BOYFRIEND wanted...!" admitted Crystal. "What happened...?!" "I could have been paranoid and thought Money might leave me for David..., but while David may have become a complete fag for dick, MONEY wasn't about to give up pussy in his life! When it came down to choosing between us, Money chose ME!" Crystal looked confused... "Was all of this BEFORE your husband, DeWyane...?" she inquired. Dedra thought for a moment, wondering IF she should reveal Money's true identity...? "Yes." she said, preferring to lie to protect her husband. "But the point still stands..., if your boyfriend is truly bisexual and NOT gay..., he won't leave you for another man...! He'll always chose the pussy over the mouth! After all..., you can't compare the two!" Crystal thought about it for a few minutes, believing a lot of what Dedra was saying might add up to something. She thanked her employer for helping her and being in her corner, then fixed her makeup before going back into the Salon to face her next customer, confident that the pussy between her legs would keep her boyfriend on a leash. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 34 year old Milton Howard disappeared. His wife Demeece couldn't find him anywhere. She called his cell phone, his job, his parents' house, his brother's cell phone, his sister's cell, some of Milt's friends cells, and nobody knew where he was. When asked what the problem was, Deme would simply hang up the phone, refusing to answer any questions. "That was Deme, again..." said Carl (Milt's older brother), placing his cell phone on the coffee table while he watched his little brother sink further into despair. "What the HELL'S going on with you two...?" he asked. "Did she finally find out that that was YOU in that picture with Gerald Grant...?" (as explained in chap-13). But Milt refused to say, merely turning another bottle of Hennessey up to his lips as he slumped back in one of Carl's lounge chairs. "You've been here all day..." informed Carl, "...WHEN'RE you going home to face your wife...?! I'm sure whatever it is, it ain't THAT bad!" Milt said nothing, as he continued to stared into space at nothing at all. "At least take a shower or something..." said Carl. "...you're starting to smell stale already with all that alcohol!" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Crystal came home from work feeling like a different woman. She found her daughter (Rachelle) already upstairs in her bedroom talking to her friends on the phone, with 3 empty plates sitting at the dining room table waiting to be cleared. A quick assessment of the kitchen told her that the boys had bought takeout for dinner, and left some for HER in the boxes scattered about the table. But instead of eating, or cleaning up their mess, or even going upstairs to spend time with her daughter, Crystal went downstairs, into the lion's den (where Marlon slept) to retrieve her boyfriend... 26 year old Marlon Overton was lying across his bed, his head dangling off the edge of the mattress (upside down) while Dan stood on the floor in front of him, feeding Marlon's hungry mouth his big thick meaty dick. Marlon kept his mouth hung open while while Dan stood over him, pumping his big thick 11 inch dick in and out of his open mouth and throat. With Marlon's head hanging at the perfect angle, Dan had a straight path through his mouth and into his throat, fucking deep with strong thrusts, using Marlon's mouth as a suitable substitute pussy. Marlon lay naked in bed, his head hanging off the side edge with Dan ramming completely down his throat with every thrust. Marlon's own dick lay rock hard, standing at attention over his abdomen, pulsating pre-cum from the creamy tip like a faucet. Dan watched his dick digging through Marlon's stretched mouth, burrowing down his swollen throat as Dan's pubic hairs ground into Marlon's lips. Dan had instructed Marlon to lie on his hands, keeping him from jacking off OR trying to stop him if he got too deep with his thrusts. But even with Marlon's hands hidden behind his back, his dick was still jumping with excitement as if someone were stroking it with their hand. "Yeah...suck that dick, bitch..." moaned Dan, loving how cock hungry Marlon got when he was being used. "...you want that cream in your belly, don't you...? You want that CUM down your throat, baby...?" "Mmmmhmmm..." moaned Marlon, unable to see Dan's face. All he could see when he looked up was Dan's big hairy balls swinging back and forth over his eyes, and Dan's tightly clenched ass cheeks whenever he thrust inward. Occasionally Dan would pull his big dick from Marlon's mouth, then stuff his oral orifice with his meaty balls which Marlon would gladly polish with his hungry mouth and tongue. One time Dan had gotten so crazy with control, that he pulled his dick and balls away from Marlon's mouth altogether, then turned around and presented his hairy ass to eat. Marlon was surprised to see Dan's ass being presented, but knew better than to turn it down. He watched Dan bend over and squat over his face, his ass cheeks parting just enough for Marlon's tongue to slither between. "Oh yeah you nasty bitch..., EAT THAT ASS! Eat it, faggot! Get your tongue all up in that hole and clean it out!" Marlon found himself turned on by the dirty talk, encouraging him to lick harder. He felt Dan reach back and part his own ass cheeks, making a clearer path for his tongue to bury into. Dan gound his ass against Marlon's face for several minutes, then turned back around and speared his dick balls deep down the younger man's throat without apology, fucking him as if he owned him. Sperm suddenly erupted from Marlon's pulsating dick like a fountain, pouring excess cum onto his chest and stomach without being touched. Dan smiled to himself, knowing he was turning Marlon on more and more with his manliness. He was just about to feed the gay boy his after dinner dessert when the bedroom door suddenly swung open... Dan looked over to see Crystal standing there staring at him..., and wondered if she was still angry...? "You can stay down here and fuck Marlon's mouth all night..." she said, without stepping into the room. "...OR you can come upstairs and get some of THIS..." she added, pressing her hand down into her pants. Dan watched dumbfounded for a moment as Crystal went back upstairs. With his dick still embedded in Marlon's massaging throat, he pulled out and put on his clothes, leaving Marlon naked on the bed. "Sorry buddy..." he said, slipping one leg and then the other into his pants before tucking his stiff spit wet dick... "...I'll have to pick this up some OTHER time...! I'm about to get some pussy! I KNOW you don't understand..., but a man's dick get hungry for cunt too! Seeya!" he said, rushing upstairs. Marlon continued to lay across his bed, listening to Crystal squeal and scream upstairs when Dan caught up to her. Once again Marlon was left alone to himself, his hungry throat denied the meal he worked hard to obtain, as resentment for what Dan and Crystal had upstairs started to manifest itself in Marlon's mind... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE-4<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Milt awoke from sleeping on Carl's couch, to the sound of feminine grunting and groaning coming from Carl's bedroom. Milt got up, holding his spinning head as he took a moment to get his barring. Sitting up, he had the sudden urge to pee, and headed for the bathroom which was directly next to the bedroom. Milt walked in and turned on the light, pulling his soft dangling dick from the fly of his pants to piss into the toilet. The piss flowed out of him steadily, foaming in the bowl like the head of a beer. When the flow finally stopped, he shook his dick clear or piss, then stumbled his way back out of the bathroom without flushing. Passing the bedroom, he couldn't help hearing the groaning sounds of a woman getting served. Carl had mentioned he had a new girlfriend (chap-13, again), but never introduced her to him. Was she ugly? –wondered Milt, drunkenly. NEEDING to see her face, Milt tested the doorknob and found it unlocked. Turning the knob, the creaked the door open far enough to peek in. The bed wasn't visible from where he stood, so he opened it further and stuck his head inside to see his naked brother Carl on top of some woman in missionary position, her feet dangling wildly over his head as her legs were propped on his shoulders. Milt could see Carl's bare ass humping up and down, driving his dick through the woman's cunt. Suddenly Carl stopped humping and pulled out, rolling the woman over onto her stomach. It was THEN (in THAT position) that Milt saw something that made him do a double-take. Milt narrowed his eyes as the woman (who clearly had big low hanging tities), also had what looked like a dick and balls hanging between her legs. Carl waited until she was on her stomach and spread her legs before he climbed back on top of her, aiming his big hard 8.5" dick down at her ass and pushed in... Milt pulled his head back out of the room as he slowly (quietly) closed the door. `So, Carl was STILL fucking around with men...' –he thought to himself, covering his mouth to keep from giggling out loud as he made his way back to the sofa. Inside Carl sank back into his girlfriend's ass, then resumed fucking, sliding in and out of her. The `girl' grunted and groaned as Carl slipped through her, loving his weight on `her' back as he fucked. Carl leaned in over her, cupping her titties in his hands from underneath while he fucked through her spread ass from the top. The `girl' flung her hair sideways, revealing her neck as Carl leaned in and sealed his mouth to neck and started sucking. The girl reached up and ran her long fingernails through Carl's hair, scratching and massaging his scalp while he fucked. Carl loved how his dick plunged in and out of her wet anal-pussy, which felt just as fulfilling as any legitimate woman Carl had ever fucked. "How's that pussy feel for you, daddy...?" asked the girl, throwing her ass back at Carl's thrusts. "Feels like fucking HEAVEN!" gasped Carl, causing their bodies to clap every time his hips slapped into her bottom. "Do you like it...?!" asked the girl, feeling Carl molest her breasts. "You KNOW I do!" he admitted, slobbering all over her neck and ear. "You know I can't get enough of this pussy!" "Then WHY don't we make this official...?" asked the girl, wanting to be Carl's real girlfriend. "Maybe we can talk about this later...?" asked Carl, not wanting to fuck up his climax. The girl started to flex her asshole around his plunging dick, milking the slick shaft as it slid in and out of her. Carl felt the asshole milking him, and felt his dick beginning to react as it pulsed and throbbed more and more often. Picking up the pace, Carl started hammering his woman harder and faster, causing her to groan and grunt louder as his dick punched into her gut again and again. Carl felt wanted the fucking to last longer, to be MORE memorable, but felt himself past the point of no return when his hips formed a mind of their own. "Oh yeah, baby..., I'm getting close..." he moaned, slapping his pelvic bone into her ass with every thrust. "...I'm gonna FLOOD that pussy of your with my cum...! Get ready...! Here it comes...!!" he yelled, slamming in one last time before holding in. "ARRRRRHHHHH...!!" he screamed as the come ripped from his bloated balls, shooting into her accepting backside as her anal muscles continued to milk. Milton was lying back on the sofa when the bedroom door suddenly opened, and out came a dark skin woman (5'9", 130 lbs with large tits and a long ponytail) dressed only in Carl's oversized robe... "Hi..." she said when she looked at Milt. "...you must be Milton, Carl's brother...!" she said, dashing over to the sofa as Milt sat up, suddenly worried she might bite. "I'm Jasmine...!" she added, holding her hand out to shake. Milton was surprised at how light her hand shake was, her fingernails well manicured and painted, just like a real woman's. Milt stared into her face, checking out her features. If he hadn't peeked in and saw Jasmine's goodies hanging between her legs, her would definitely had mistaken her for female. "uh..., it's nice to meet you..." he said, wondering if she had WORK done to look more feminine? Just then Carl's robe fell open slightly, nearly exposing her breasts... "Oh, excuse me...!" she giggled, pulling it closed again. "I was on my way to the bathroom..." she smiled, backing away. "...Carl'll be looking for me if I'm not back in a jiffy!" "Yeah..." agreed Milt, watching as she disappeared into the bathroom. Milt couldn't WAIT to discuss this situation over with his brother, wondering HOW he would explain it...? ________________________________________ Written by NPhillydogg (aka) Eugene Marvin. Hit me up at NPhillydogg@aol.com for questions, comments, and suggestions, or, join me on Facebook for a list of updates.