Chapter 5 Chapter V

Get Right had his arms around two baddies. He sent them to the liquor store for three bottles of Hennessey, three bottles of Ciroq and a two-liter Coke. When they got back to the corner store, he gave some of his niggas two bottles of Hennessey and two bottles of Ciroq, telling the chicks to hold the rest and wait for him in front of the deli.

The Forum had four Captains, known as "Strongmen," one of whom was called Brice, who lived on 135th Street and 7th Avenue. Brice was in charge of collecting the day's earnings from all the corner hustlers from 135th Street to 145th Street, from 7th to 8th Avenue. Each Strongman controlled a ten block/one avenue radius within which all the hustlers paid tallies at the end of the day to the Forum, who were their provisioners and protectorate. Skar controlled 135th Street to 145th Street from 8th Avenue to St. Nick Avenue. Bucky held down 125th Street to 135th Street from 7th Avenue to 8th Avenue, and Reggie's zone was 125th Street to 135th Street from 8th Avenue to St. Nick Avenue.

Every day at about 6p.m. one member of The Forum, usually Get Right, made rounds of their territory to collect their diurnal profit. There was bound to be skimming, but as long as it wasn't noticed, everyone ate, and well. Brice had been with Get Right the night before, when he'd gotten arrested. It was he who had taken Get Right's Tahoe to a nearby garage. Get Right left the chicks at the side of the corner store and took a cab to meet up with Brice.

"Welcome home, nigga," laughed Brice, dapping Get Right The Forum's secret handshake as he stepped out of the taxi.

"It was only for the night, bro," Get Right protested. They walked to the Chinese restaurant that always had on some kind of music in the background.

"You still smell like lockup, fool," Brice noted, holding his nose mockingly. Get Right sniffed at himself and laughed.

"YO! That nigga Bison brother? Official tissue! He got all the charges dismissed, bruh," Get Right spoke in open admiration because he had never seen or heard about some shit like what had happened with him earlier.

"Word?" Brice asked, while they stood with their backs to the front door, counting and recounting money in some white envelopes.

"Word," Get Right confirmed, proceeding to recount his experience from the previous

night. Both orders of shrimp fried rice and chicken wings were served. Each of them slid money filled envelopes under his own tray. Grabbing a handful of napkins and duck sauce, Get Right slathered his shrimp fried rice with the sweet condiment. Brice asked for a of liter Ginger Ale and Get Right took a Sprite. Keeping the envelopes plastered under their trays, they left the Chinese restaurant, eating slowly and shooting the willy bobo about nothing much while walking to the garage where Brice had parked the Tahoe. Entering the garage's stairwell, Brice handed over his envelopes of money to Get Right, who immediately put them in the small of his back, under his white tee and Evisu leather. There were no cameras in the stairwell but cameras were at every turn inside

the garage proper.

Exiting onto the second floor, the pair stood briefly to finish off their food and drinks, dumping the trays in a garbage bin near the door. Brice gave Get Right his keys and they climbed into the nearby Tahoe. Leaving the garage, Get Right dropped Brice off on

134th Street and 8th Avenue before continuing on to meet up with the other Strongmen. His phone rang.

"What's up, gangsta? Where you at?" Get Right greeted. "Good on my end. What up, thoughl?" Branson responded.

"Ain't shit. E'ything on track. I got some munchies and I'ma pick up some more befo' I

head back to the block." "Munchies" was the codeword for the day's takings. "Okay. I see Twin did hella good."

"Man, yo. I just knewit would be some months befo' I saw the streets again, at least. The nigga went hard on the ADA, quoting this and that and shit." They both laughed. "I swear the ADA ain't know what to do."

"I-ight then. I'ma pass through the block before taking the night off."

"Cool. I'ma put the munchies in the drawer. You know where to get some if you need anything." Get Right was telling Branson that he would put the money in their mobile money accounts and that he knew how to take out however much he needed. Everyone got paid weekly but there were usually some extra bills here and there to pay and unforeseen circumstances to settle. Business expenses, and scrupulously scrutinized by all Forum bosses. "I'll get up with you tomorrow. I got some shorties I'm meeting up with."

I bet you do," Branson replied. They laughed. "Later." They both hung up and Get Right finished his runs. Going on an hour later he pulled up at the corner store where the two

females he'd picked up earlier were still waiting for him. Nobody was harassing them and they hadn't opened the remaining bottles of liquor, which was a shock. He rolled down his driver's side window and motioned with his head for them to get in. They looked pleasantly surprised. Yeah, the gray Tahoe did that. He drove to a small telly opposite the entrance to the Polo Grounds on 155th St. and 8th Avenue. He frequented the place often enough.

A quick stop to a mobile money account service provider and the money was cached in plain sight. Money in your mobile account could never be lost. If you lost your SIM card (for those who used SIM cards) or it was stolen, you could go to Sprint, T-Mobile, AT&T or whichever service provider was yours and ask for your SIM card to be reprinted after they verified it was your phone number. The missing or stolen SIM card would cease to function immediately and all your money was still in your mobile money account; in the "cloud," so to speak. There were fifteen million dollars in this main mobile money account, a few million here and there in different accounts, under different names. Some people didn't even know another account had been opened in their name. As a matter of fact, this main account into which he just deposited today's take, was under Kingson's name, but without the latter's knowledge and upon the express order of Branson. Walking into the telly, Get Right really wondered - this had to be the only drawback to being a twin: your twin could play the identity theft game on you, whether for good, as maybe in this case, or bad.

A short hallway ended at a heavy looking part glass and part faux wood door. The clerk behind the desk in this smallish lobby area buzzed them in. There were two security guards there as well, aging men who needed this side job to make ends meet.

Get Right whispered to one of the security guards briefly before checking in at the front desk for a large room. There were only ten or so rooms in this telly and four were "large." As soonas he opened the door he immediately went into the bathroom. As he

was undressing in the toilet and the girls were getting comfortable there was a knock at the door. He wrapped a towel around his waist, gathered up his clothes and put the .9 millimeter handgun in the small of his back. When he'd gotten on the block he'd

acquired another, clean, handgun. Peeking out the peephole he saw only the guard he'd spoken to a few minutes past. He opened the door and gave his clothes to the old man, plus a Benjamin. Old dad was gonna find a place that laundered clothes and keep the change, which would be substantial for that small task.

"Yo, Dad," said Get Right, calling the guard back. "Bring us some glasses so we can sip on something." The guard nodded and continued on his way. During that interaction between Get Right and the guard, the girls had freshened up and were laying on the bed

watching t.v. and rolling blunts.

Showering felt like how a box of Entenmann's double chocolate chip fudge cookies with a quart of Half n Half tasted: absurdly gratifying. All the dirt and grit from the night before to them stinking ass bullpens to now washed away with hard scrubbing. He was like a sinner trying to wash away his sins, literally. Eventually he dried off, tying the towel around his waist again as he walked out into the bedroom, the thick carpet strangely

soft under his bare feet. He placed his gun, jewels and wallet on the side dressing table. The girls had blunts in hand and were watching music videos. They had also undressed down to bras and panties and they were extraordinary specimens of the female gender.

There was a chrome platter on the other dressing room table on which three glasses were placed upside down. Also on the dressing room table were the bottles of Ciroq, Coke and Hennessey. Some blunts lay on the platter too. Get Right flopped in between them and they edged onto him from both sides, smelling like Elizabeth Taylor.

"So what do I call Ms. Thick and Indian to my right?" Get Right asked. "You can call me Katrina if you want to," shorty on his right answered.

"And you can call me Imani," the dark-skinned beauty to his left preemptively chimed in. She had on a white panties and bra set; Katrina was wearing red panties and a black bra. Katrina was voluptuous: round, fat ass with some jiggly and uprightly firm and large titties, with natural wavy hair. Imani was built slim but with well-rounded curves also.

Her hair was in two thick and long well-plaited braids. Get Right lay with his back slightly propped up by one of the pillows. Imani passed him and Karina a blunt, lighting one herself. She then served them Hennessey and Coke. Katrina turned up the volume a bit, some classic nineties R&B making the mood just right.

No one spoke; they all just vibed to the music and enjoyed the Henny and Coke and smoke. It wasn't a signal but he just felt like kissing Imani, so he started kissing her, the heat of the liquor hot in their mouths. Then he turned and started kissing Katrina too. Imani straddled him, rubbing his chest and stomach muscles. He turned from Katrina and resumed kissing Imani, squeezing her smallish but well-rounded titties. She undid her bra as Katrina loosened his towel. His phallus was at impressive attention and Katrina started sucking it as Imani shifted a bit farther up to his lower stomach, letting him kiss and bite her nipples while squeezingher dark mahogany-complected breasts. He also squeezed them until she hunched her shoulders and hissed so he could go easier, but he didn't.

Katrina was going to work on his dick behind Imani, swallowing its entire length, but

slowly, sliding his dick upinto her mouth like a glove over a hand.

"Y'all take off them panties," Get Right ordered and they obeyed. He was a risk taker of epic proportions and tonight would be no exception. No jimmy hats tonight. He lay down flat on the bed and invited Imani to sit on his face (which she did quite happily) while Katrina continued the spectacular blowjob. Electric thrills of pleasure shot through him as Katrina swallowed the jizz spurting out of him then continued bobbing her head like a hungry woodpecker. He also enjoyed giving pleasure to Imani, eating her pussy in a supine position as she rubbed her clitoris expertly back and forth on his mouth. She was moaning and squeezing her own breasts, often squeaking as Get Right nibbled on and rhythmically sucked at the labia. While Imani continued to rock on his face, Katrina, licking his fully erect hammer up and down, would often choke on the now engorged

and veiny dick. He was uncircumcised and Katrina had licked, sucked and jerked his shaft completely out of its sheath, filling in the folds of loose flesh.

Now, Katrina was putting his hairy balls in her mouth, slowly and gently drawing each into just the opening of her mouth with cheek strength. She even licked under his balls, at the base of his anus but he wasn't with that and, without being able to see her he reached out, caught her arm and pulled her head on top of his dick again. No playing around his anal area - that was gay shit. She continued sucking and sucking, slurping and gagging.

He had grabbed Imani's thighs and was wondrously tongue-fucking her pussy, but when she switched to the back and forth motion, Get Right sensed she wanted to come in his face.

Katrina increased her bobbing head movements and Get Right felt a small tingle in his lower spine and under his scrotum. Katrina felt it too and not only did she swallow the monster she was working with, but she also maneuvered her tongue downwards to draw imaginary symbols on the balls she'd been using her hands to play with.

The tingle grew to a tremble; Imani had also felt it and speeded up the pace of her face grinding technique - Get Right had trouble breathing, temporarily asphyxiating but having a grand old time of it, nonetheless. The tremble grew to a shake and Katrina felt him come upand directly into the back of her now slippery throat. She willingly and wilfully swallowed the initial small amount of jizz and somehow managed to continue

swallowing the subsequent bursts of semen skyrocketingfrom this giant dick. He could only make unintelligible sounds as Imani whispered over and over that she was coming too...

She came, and Get Right simply held onto her thighs, her body trembling and shaking as

if his shakes had multiplied and had passed through to her. He tasted her sweet release and there was a cleanliness to it. Nibbling and sucking on her clitoris caused her to unexpectedly orgasm yet again, the tremors causing her petite chest to heave as she moaned from deep inside her. Finally she stopped rocking on his face and shakily removed herself from his head, bending over to kiss him and tasting of herself in approval.

Get Right stood on the bed and kissed Katrina, Imani holding onto him on his other side. He was cupping both of their asses with each hand, squeezing and smacking,

alternately kissing one and the other. Katrina's watermelon was huge and soft; on his right, Imani's smaller, yet firm bubble would also be pleasing to pound out. However, he focused his attention on Katrina, Imani taking no offense as he lay on Katrina, pushing down them milk chocolate thighs. He squeezed, held and meaningfully sucked Katrina's cantaloupe titties - thick bitches needed to be squeezed, to be punished, and he pressed those large and bouncy tits mercilessly until she cried out in pain. He would pressher, then good and press her sides and outer and inner thighs. She winced in pain but he had to torture this fat ass and juicy pussy.

Pulling up her thick legs and holding them so that her calves were on his abdomen and

a foot on either side of his head, Get Right thrust the tip of his dick inside her; just the tip. Katrina's pussy was leaking the feminine ambrosia and he couldn't resist sticking a digit in her and finger-fucking her a bit before removing the finger and tasting the juice on it.

"Stop teasing me, baby," Katrina whispered in a sultry fashion, Imani massaging the length of her upper body sensuously. "Put that whole DICK inside me." He completely ignored her pleas and fucked her slowly, fucked her with the tiniest bit of his manhood. Imani raised herself onto her knees and kissed him while he was teasing Katrina. But this was the distraction Katrina used cunningly. While Get Right was somewhat

engaged in making out with Imani, Katrina merely dropped her thighs towards her chest, and using her pelvis and lower back muscles, she pushed her entire lower body downwards, forcing his dick to almost completely impale her pussy. She moaned. Get Right broke off his kisses with Imani and appeared amused with Katrina's surprisingly pleasant deception.

"Well if it's dick you want, then it's dick you'll get," said Get Right, placing the backs of Katrina's knees inside the crooks of his elbows to begin beating up her pussy at a fast tempo. Her big tits heaved up to her chin with every stroke he thrust. She was sweating a bit, at times squeezing and sucking her own tits, at other times just crossing her arms under them or grabbing for the sheets elsewhen. He pumped into her faster, fucking deeper into her juicy vagina that was making those scrunchy, wet and chewy noises

now, even wetter with passion. Putting her legs down he moved atop her, his shadow on the bed shading her, pumping her with solid, pussy wall cracking, bedsheet biting, dick thrusting upper cuts.

Every time he lunged into her her senses overloaded. Imani was also sucking Katrina's beautifully bouncy tits, continually caressing other parts of her body simultaneously - thesebitchesisfreaks,forreal,forreal,thought Get Right without skipping the slightest beat in this terrific pussy pounding session. After fifteen more monstrous minutes of thoroughly hammering away at Katrina's pussy, Get Right, moisture beading his well- toned physique, yet again increased the speedby which he was killing this pussy. Katrina began gasping, reaching out to hold onto Imani, or to clench sheets. The pounding came faster, faster, with Katrina at this point trying to run away from Get Right's devil dick but she could only hold on and wonder what she had gotten herself into.

Shortly thereafter, Katrina began shaking, the orgasmic buildup in her outstanding. Get Right was also building up to unload his barrels of masculine mead inside her. His strokes struck deeper, faster and harder as he screwedhis dick inside her vagina, rearranging her insides. A bead of sweat fell on her face and Katrina realized that Get Right was also shaking and sweating profusely from holding up his own body weight in his arms for going on almost an hour now. Katrina erupted first, the orgasm wave after wave of intense release and incredible relief and Get Right was stillramming himself into her. She just lay there, being pounded into insensitivity, now simply a piece of flesh this nigga was manhandling.

Finally, after Katrina only knew how much longer of him sucking her titties and clutching onto her thighs and hips Get Right had maintained, he too exploded inside her, come hurtling deep into her love box. It was like she could feel the millions of sperm racing up and out to find her womb. She could feelhis come warming up her whole body like, starting from the center. She shook and held him closer, kissing him with abandon and causing his back to arch when her pussy walls squeezed his dick repeatedly, coaxing

the last droplets of semen out of him. He looked down at her again when he was spent, breathing deeply, then lowered his head to kiss her in rising passion again. She wanted to just faint from the sensory overload. AssoonasKatrina felt his dick stir, she sadly but gratefully slid away from under him, reaching out to refill her glass with a stiff shot of Hennessey, a triple!

Imani stretched herself out and put his dick in her mouth, tasting both the vaginal fluid of her partner and friend as well as the come Get Right's manhood was still lathered with. She bobbed her head up and down professionally, slurping and dripping dick juice

onto the bed. As she prepped him, he fingered her pussy, first pinching the clitoris between his fingers and then inserting his forefinger into her. He explored her innards, making her groan along with him. The middle finger joined the forefinger, inserting and exerting, pumping quickly into her as she rocked to the rhythm of his hand. She paused sucking his dick to relish him fingering her pussy. She released with little warning, alternately humping and arching her back as a storm of irruptive bliss engulfed her. Twisting and turning with his fingers still inside her, she was heating up again when he removed his fingers and casually tasted her, savoring her unique and special taste.

She pulled those fingers of his to her mouth and sucked them. Thesebitchesisoffthe

chain freaknasty,thought Get Right.

He held the back of her neck and again fell to kissing her, ravenously, as if to suck the tastebuds from off her tongue. Katrina was enjoying the show from the sideline, though within arm's distance, by sipping on Ciroq slowly after the Hennessey had calmed her nerves. Get Right turned Imani around and slapped her ass several times on each cheek. He inserted his throbbing and again leaking dick into her tight vagina from behind with

no preamble. Imani was already wet and the insertion went smoothly. But gaDAM, she was tight, and that was perfect.

"Damn, this pussy tight as fuck, baby," Get Right muttered, admiring the smallness of the hole he was stretching out now. Yeah, baby. I'ma bust this tight ass pussy wide the FUCKopen!" His strokes now struck inside her harder and deeper, faster and with more precision as to her "G-spot." She was oohing and aahing and being hammered like dough by a rolling pin. She would have even went flying off the dick if Get Right hadn't wrapped her tiny waist in a grip of steel from the very first pump. The ooh's and aah's turned to grunts and yelps of ecstacy as Get Right increased his pace. He hunched lower over her back, sucking in his stomach muscles so that he could fuck upinto her, right where he knew the placement was of all women's "G-spot." Something inside her pussy bumped gently into his member; or rather, while ramming away in reckless

fashion into the pussy of this fantastic (and tasty) dark-skinned delicacy, the head of his dick made contact with what he knew was the weak spot of all women. Immediately, bothlovers felt the rush of incoming heat as Get Right continued fast-fucking Imani, apparently trying to fuck her into a coma.

He rammed up into her as fast as humanly possible while she closed her eyes and turned her chin toward the ceiling, lost and adrift in a sea of sensual evolution. Get Right was licking her shoulders, kissing and sucking the back of her neck, at the same time reaching over and around to torturously squeeze her tits. He grabbed her throat, cutting off her respiration. Gently increasing the pressure on her neck, Get Right eruptedinside

her, ejaculating like water sprinklers at the park, pumping deep into her tight pussy (that, admittedly, was a bit loose now) which still was able to grip his dick with all internal vaginal muscles spasming. As her struggle for breath became a bit desperate, he released his chokehold and she jerked backwards, almost throwing him on the floor and impaling her pussy even more on his erupting cock. Get Right managed to keep his forearm grip around her waist but the superlative rush of pleasure caused her to be rocked every which way. Her stomach fluttered, her legs spasmed uncontrollably and

her arms suddenly flailed.. But Get Right still managed to keep his dick inside her, pumping when he could, slowly, grindinginside her pussy's pink portal.

Multiple orgasms were rare these COVID-filled days so Imani relished the molten silver in her veins, even appreciating the hickies Get Right was forming on her neck. She squeaked and screeched as Get Right twisted her areolae just hard enough for the pain to still feel wonderful. In a fantastic display of flexibility, Imani suddenly stretched her right leg out, lifted it straight up into the air and, with some help from Get Right, turned her body 180 degrees, now facing him. She laughed at the shock on his face, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him sensually. His dick had remained inside her pussy the entire pussy pivot. Yeah, that's what she would call it from now on: the pussy pivot.

Get Right and Imani continued kissing as he sat back on his heels with her firmly clenched on his laps, cock still stirring her guts. Katrina joined them, sufficiently recovered to participate a bit: she put her face under his butt and gently caught his balls in her teeth as he squatted. He shivered and shook with unrestrained delight in his kissing embrace with Imani while Katrina sucked on his balls from below, sucked and swallowed the liquids dripping from her fuck partners above.

Oh,NIGGA,thought Get Right, onGod,Iain'tNEVER LETTIN'THESEBITCHESGO!

Get Right stood up on the bed, struggling a bit from the squatting position to lift Imani. She instinctively tightened her embrace around his neck as he cupped her well-rounded buttocks upwith both hands. She was small compared to Katrina but still, it was quite a feat for any man to lift a woman and with no support proceed to fuck fireout of her.

He began on a high note, fucking fast and furiously, now only the right hand under her butt to support her weight with his left arm around her lower back to brace her body in helping to hold her steady. As he fucked her into oblivion again, he smothered her lips with his, giving her little breathing room, both of them continually short of breath but never missing a beat to the rhythm of their active coitus. They fit together justright,his cock snuginside her exceptionally tight and accommodating vagina that squeezed him

with every upward thrust and pause into her innermost parts.

He was sweating rivulets now but suddenly Katrina was there, wiping the perspiration off his body. She then tried to wipe the sweat from off Imani but he refused, saying: "Nah, let her sweat, wipe only her face." Katrina wiped only the facial perspiration off Imani. She turned and picked up a glass of Ciroq and put it softly to his lips. Never skipping the beat of his thrust, he drank, slightly reenergizing. The glass was passed to an almost unconscious Imani who briefly revived, lifting her face from the side of his neck from where she limply hanged for survival. Her body was constantly being rocked by the vicious upthrusts Get Right was assaulting her with. His marvelous and meaty fuck muscle excavated her vaginal cavity flawlessly, always seeking her deep and deeper lows into which he could pummel. And he pummeled her pussy relentlessly; his dick seemed to create new and unexplainable ridges inside her. It was as if every few seconds he was entering her for the first time. He heavedher higher than at other times and as she descended a bit to settle in position, his cock slammedup into her vaginal crevice like a Mike Tyson uppercut.

Imani screamed out in painful and pleasurable surprise.

Get Right pulled out of her again slowly, completely, then again slammedup into her, her subsequent scream causing a premonitory tremor from his hamstrings to his pecs. He drew out his dick again and this time, instead of slamming inside (he felt her tense up in anticipation), he barely rubbed justthe head of his dick on her clitoris. She squirmed and gasped in surprised ecstacy but still whimpered, trying to get him to put the dick back inside her. Get Right smiled to himself - gets'emeverytime,this trick he'd stumbled across as a teenager. He continued rubbing her clitoris, faster and faster with just the head of his dick.

As the pressure mounted and even the hairs on his balls rose in chilling anticipation, Imani simply dropped all of her weight onto his fantastic phallus. He tottered a few steps over to the wall where he could more stably hold onto her as the imminent raging explosion inside him broke. He ejaculated loads and loads of viscosity inside her love machine. She clasped him closer, kissing his cheek, devouring his mouth, pulling his ears in confusion and cooing sweet nothings into those same ears. With no apparent warning, her own waterworks once again turned on and his nether parts were instantly drenched. She squirmed and gasped, biting down on his neck and whimpering at how sweet his and her concomitant release had felt.

They held onto each other and panted for some time, completely out of breath. Get

Right finally let Imani back down on the bed, arms and legs akimbo as they splayed out

on the queen-sized mattress. Katrina snuggled her fine, thick ass in-between them, holding him on one side and Imani on the other. Get Right briefly made out with her, bruising her lips to his, also squeezing and sucking on her large and firm titties before sleep overtook him.

It was 11p.m.