Forty-minutes passed. Christy’s endurance was undeniably unequivocal; I’ve never seen anything like it. As time passed, the more dense and concrete “it” became. I wanted to let off in her mouth but she didn’t let me. Every time that I felt it building up and she saw the look on my face like I was about to sneeze she pulled it out of her mouth and stopped stroking it with her hands.
“Not yet daddy.” She said.
“Don’t do it in my mouth okay bae?” She added.
I placed my hand on her head and began to rub her hair.
“Wallahi, I won’t baby.”
“You promise?” She asked me.
“I promise. I love you. You’re so special to me.” I said.
Then she put it back in her mouth and continued to suck and chew on it. Spit started oozing out of the side of her lips. I grabbed the pillow and covered my head with it. So that she could not see the expression on my face as it started to build up. Christy continued to suck it faster and faster, while stroking it with her hands. “It” went deep into her throat. As my face was covered in the pillow the only sounds that I could hear was the choking and gargling sounds Christy was making. She was also moaning as “it” went deep into her throat. I could not hold it in any longer, nor did I want to. A few seconds later I grabbed Christy by the top of her dome then I lifted up my waist as I let everything spill into her mouth. My entire body trembled. Christy rolled her eyes and let it all seep into her mouth. She deep throated it and allowed all the seminal residue to go deep into her lungs. She then pulled “it” out and slapped it on the side of her face.
“Daddy you promised?” She said.
I wanted to tell her I’m sorry but I was unable to talk. I rubbed her cheek instead.
“You’re sorry?” She asked me.
I nodded my head up and down.
“Do you promise not to do it again?”
I nodded my head up and down.
“Well okay… If you’re sorry…” She said.
Then she put it back in her mouth and deep throated it as the remainder spilled into her mouth. She pulled “it” out of her mouth and smacked it a couple times on her cheek to get the rest of the seminal fluid out. She then spat on it and began to stroke it up and down with her hand. As she did this it grew in size and became concrete and dense again. Christy wanted to go again, and so did Jason. Recently it seems that they have been going for multiple rounds. The last time on Christy’s birthday they went for a total of five rounds.
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Her birthday fell on a Friday. Her mother Crystal Angela had to go to work on that day, she works as a nurse at UPENN. Just like all of Christy’s other birthdays, she was not able to spend it with her daughter.
“Here honey, take this and go to the mall.” Crystal Angela said as she handed Christy five $100 bills. Christy took the money and told her mother thank you. Crystal Angela then walked out the door and headed off to work. Christy was left alone, in her house on her birthday with $500 in her pocket. She had nothing to do, so she did the first thing that came to her mind. She called her husband. Christy pulled out her iPhone from her jean pocket and dialed Jason’s number. The phone rang once… twice… thrice... on the fourth ring he picked up.
“Sup bae.” He answered with a groggy voice.
“Bae, I gotta ask you something.” She said.
“Go ahead, you have my permission.” He said.
“Why do you be getting mad if I don’t pick up on the first ring, but yet you don’t be picking up?” She asked.
Jason ignored the question. “What do you want?” He asked her.
Christy snickered and began to giggle.
“Jason… are you really gonna speak to me like that ON MY BIRTHDAY?”
Jason’s heart sunk, immediately he remembered. He had completely forgotten. All last week he was telling himself that he wasn’t going to forget. He even put it on his Samsung Galaxy Note III calendar to remind him, but it never did. I gotta get a new phone . Jason thought to himself.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!” Jason yelled out on the phone.
“Mhm hmm… Boy you forgot didn’t you?”
“Umm… no. I was just finna call you and tell you.”
“Sure you was.”
“How can I forget my own wife’s birthday? That’s dumb.”
“Why didn’t you call me last night at midnight? Like you said you was.”
“Because…” He said.
“Bae my phone died.”
Christy gave a long pause, then she sighed lightly.
“Do you really expect me to believe that?” She asked.
“Believe what?”
Christy gave another sigh. Then she hung up the phone and placed it on her leg and waited for Jason to call back. A few seconds later her phone began to ring.
“Yes…?” She answered.
“Bae I’m sorry.”
“Jason… what’s wrong with you?”
“Bae idk! The doctor said I got PTSD.”
“If you’re gonna lie to me, at least make it believable, don’t just tell me anything.”
“Bae what are you talking about? I didn’t lie and I didn’t forget.”
“How can I forget my own wife’s birthday, that’s dumb.”
“Okay Jason, if you didn’t forget then what did you get me for my birthday?” She asked.
Jason paused for a few seconds. “Come again?”
Christy gave a deep sigh. “Jason I said, ‘if, you, did, not, forget, then, what, did, you, get, me, for my birthday?’” She asked.
Jason had to think really fast.”Bae I got you my undying love and appreciation,”
Christy snickered. “But I don’t want that.”
“I want something tangible.” She said.
“I got you a box of chocolate.”
“You already gave that to me.”
“I got you some flowers.”
“You gave that to me too.” She said.
Jason began to get angry. “Well what is it that you want?” He asked her.
“Jason…” She said.
“I want you to show me that you care, I want you to remember dates.”
“I want time. That’s all that I want.”
“Those aren’t tangible things though.” Jason said.
Christy smacked her lips and gave a deep sigh.
“Boy you know what I mean?”
“Well idk what you want me to do.”
“You’re gonna have to tell me…”
“That’s the thing Jason, I shouldn’t have to tell you, you should already know.”
Jason paused for a minute. He didn’t say anything, nor did he know what to say.
“Wow, all this because I forgot to call you on your birthday?”
“No Jason, all this because you’re not putting any effort into this relationship. Why did you ask me to be your wife if you’re not willing to do your part?”
Jason started to rub his nose-bridge between his forehead.
“Well idk Christy… tell me what you want?”
Christy sighed and didn’t say anything for a few seconds.
“Jason I just want… time… I want for you to start caring.” She said.
“I care though! If I didn’t care than I wouldn’t be with you.”
“So you care?” She asked.
“Yes babe, and I love you.”
“Well you sure have a weird way of showing it.” She said.
Jason sighed again. “How exactly do you want me to show it?” He asked.
Immediately Christy responded. “I want you to show it by spending time with me.”
“Bae but I’m with you almost every single day.”
“Except for today… On my birthday.”
“Cause I got Football practice.”
“You see if you would’ve cared or known that today was my birthday then you would’ve made plans around your schedule.”
Jason paused for a minute. He knew exactly what Christy wanted, and it wasn’t for him to come over and spend time with her. It was for him to come over and do something else. He would have to miss Football practice for today. He would just tell his Football coach Darwin, that he ate something bad and it gave him diarrhea, just like he told him last time.
“I’m on my way.” Jason said calmly.
“No Jason don’t even…”
Jason hung up the phone before she could finish the sentence.
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Even though it was a walking distance to her house, Jason still decided to hop on the local SEPTA trolley. When he arrived at the front door he rang the doorbell twice and stepped to the side, so as not to block the entrance. He waited for a few minutes. When nobody answered the door he rang the doorbell twice again. A few seconds later Christy swung the door open. She had on a white beater top, with no blouse underneath, with green and black booty shorts.
“What do you want Jason?” She said as she opened the door.
“I WANNA COME AND SEE MY SON!” Jason said while standing in the doorway.
Christy erupted in laughter, when she loosened her grip on the doorknob and fell back while laughing, Jason used that opportunity to rush in through the door. Christy was still laughing,
She stopped laughing and looked at Jason and drew on a straight face.
“Jason what are you doing here?” She said.
“I wanted to come see you.”
“Don’t you have to go to your little Football practice?” She asked.
“I’m not going today. I much rather spend it with my wife on her birthday.”
“Oh!” She said.
Jason started to approach and walk towards her.
“You don’t want me here?” He asked.
“No, I don’t.” She said. “Go away.”
Jason then reached with his hand and tried to choke her, but Christy slapped his hand to the side, then she repeatedly began to slap him on the chest.
“Jason I’m not playing with you!” She said while slapping him on the chest.
Jason saw the look on her face and he burst out in laughter.
“You think everything is funny!” She said.
“You all mad and ugly.”
“Why are you so serious though?” Jason asked her as he stretched out his hand again to pinch her cheek.
“Why is you so… so…” Christy looked at Jason in disgust and crunched up her face.
She began to back up on the wall. Jason walked towards her as she retreated.
“Why am I so what?” He said while walking towards her.
Christy’s back touched the wall and she could no longer back up.
“What am I?” He asked again.
Jason slammed his hand on the wall above her head and looked at her in the eyes.
“Tell me what I am?”
Christy began to smile and lowered her gaze as she was backed up on the wall.
“You’re… too much.” She said while smiling.
“What that mean?” He asked.
Christy kept her eyes lowered.
“It means you’re a stupid ugly boy.”
Jason then reached in with his hand and squeezed Christy’s cheek.
“Call me ugly one more time.” He said while pinching her cheek.
“Jason… let…me go.” She said while struggling.
“Who’s daddy?” He asked her.
“Let me go!” She said again.
Jason pinched and squeezed her cheek harder.
“Tell me who daddy is then I’ll let you go.” Jason said.
Christy sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. “It ain’t you!”
Jason then turned her around and sweeped underneath her feet, causing her to fall. Jason caught her body before she hit the ground. Christy started laughing as Jason fell on top of her. Jason wrapped his arm around Christy’s waist from the back and began to squeeze her mid-section.
“I’m daddy and I’m in control.”
“No you’re not!” Christy said while still laughing.
Jason then slid his hands inside Christy’s booty shorts and inserted his index finger into her crevice. He made his index finger like a hook and poked up in the crevice. Christy stopped laughing and cringed, she twisted her lips and began to moan. Before she was struggling to be set free, now she didn’t want for Jason to let go. He then pulled his finger out of her crevice and stuck it in her mouth. She wrapped her tongue around her finger and began sucking it as she continued to moan. She sucked it like a baby with a pacifier in its’ mouth.
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Back in the hospital room, Jason had his head tilted back on the pillow as Christy was squeezing the head of “it”. Rapidly it became concrete and dense again, which is exactly what Christy wanted. It stood up straight and pointed upwards, like the Statue of Liberty or the Eifel Tower. Christy stared in awe at the large “monument” as it was in her hand. She stood up on the bed and plopped down on the monument and started moving her hips in a circular motion, just like how she was doing when she was dancing earlier. She sat down hard on the monument and Jason went deep inside her. Water started gushing out as she bounced up and down;