Black Gal

Sammie arrives at the Calvary Hill Church of Kansas City on a Wednesday at noon. Some of the drummers he bumped into on his travels told him about the pastor’s hospitality towards traveling musicians. Offering free lunch in the fellowship hall after noon prayer, breakfast and dinner on Sundays, providing information on where the sundown towns were and finally letting any musicians stay up to a month in the guest rooms in the basement of the church. If they promise to perform for every Sunday of their stay.

It was a deal that Sammie desperately needed, the car was in need of repairs and Sammie was in need of money, hot meals and a bed to replenish himself. Possibly a medicine woman to make a salve to further heal his aching scars. Possible some pussy. So here he was, him and his guitar slipping into the back of the sanctuary as noon prayer starts with a reciting of the Psalm 23.

Sammie bows his head as he recites but also scoops out the room and its people in a way that would make Smoke proud. The church was decently big, could pack about 300 holly-rollers plus a full pulpit and band at a time, warm tan wood and blue-green stain glass everywhere. About 40 people were in attendance for this noon prayer, mostly maids, typists, and warehouse men on their lunch breaks.

Sammie spots the pastor and first lady instantly by the way they hold themselves at the front of the church, leading the scripture. The pastor here is the opposite of Sammie’s father, he’s a bald cinnamon skinned man with a tall bulky frame like John Henry’s. He's dressed casually in brown slacks and a light green button down with a corresponding jacket. On her knees at a prayer bench to the right of the man was his wife. She’s an ample shaped older woman with soft deep brown skin in a long sage green dress and cream cardigan her gold cross necklace gleaming on her neck as she deeply prayed with an oiled prayer cloth between her hands.

However, who truly caught Sammie's eye, was the figure to the left of the two. A young woman ‘bout the same age as Sammie stands proudly even with a bowed head that has her ribbon coils falling like a curtain over her face. Her body is greatly blessed, every curve filled perfectly even through her long denim dress. Lips thick and pretty with burgundy lipstick as they curse the devil, skin a perfect blend of browns and gleaming in the sun through the windows. She suddenly shakes her coils back and her eyes open, they are dark and lovely fox-like eyes.

And they look right into Sammie. Sammie nods at the little gapped-tooth smirk she sent him, they’ve recognized each other instantly.

Gotta be a preacher’s kid thing.

With his belly full off a pork chop sandwich and bowl of greens, Sammie stands at the front of the empty sanctuary. In front of him sits Pastor Curtis, First Lady Irene, and their lovely eldest child, Sabel, waiting as Sammie tunes his guitar before going into his rendition of This Little Light of Mine. Pastor Curtis nods along with closed eyes. First Lady Irene sways in spirit with clasped hands.

And Sabel, the young woman that made sure he was first plate? She’s eyeing Preacher Boy down, from his scared yet handsome face to his broadening shoulders and finally studying how his skilled hands drew a song on the guitar stings. Sammie raises an eyebrow that promises to play a song outta her too. Once he ends his performance Curtis gives a single strong clap that echoes like thunder through the high ceilings as he stands with a pleased grin.

“That was beautiful Sammuel! We’d be blessed to have you play during your stay here, been a year or two since we’ve hadda guitar man bring his praise. My darlin’ Sabel here is the head of YWPP and our youth hospitality board. She can show you to the guest room downstairs and tell ya a few places for colored folks round here that you can explore or shop at. Our choir meets every Thursday and Friday at five, you be there, get acquainted with Mother Opal, she's our beloved church mother and our Music director.” Curtis explains.

Sammie nods along, smiling when he is supposed too, giving firm handshakes and showing off his bible knowledge when he is supposed too. All his years of placating his father and studying Stack’s slickness made Sammie prime to impress.

Curtis and Irene leave to get back to their day jobs as school teachers and Sabel leads Sammie to the guest rooms. Back down the stairs to the basement level, through the fellowship hall and into a short hall that holds a bathroom and two bedrooms. Sammie hums at his humble abode for the next few weeks; a stripped twin bed, a wardrobe, a desk with a fan, two chairs and a mirror.

Sabel marches straight over to the desk and turns the fan on, she fake fans herself, gives a small sorry about how stuffy the room must be that leads into the excuse for her to pop the first two buttons of her dress open

“Go on and set your stuff down while I getcha some sheets on this bed. Get comftable” Sabel tells him as she comes back to him with switching hips. Sammie does as such, setting his guitar case on the desk before sitting on the chair. He takes off his jacket and vest as he watches Sabel bend down to the bottom of the wardrobe, ass poking as her sweet voice drifts out.

“So, you’re this Preacher Boy they’ve been raving about lately.” She says, Sammie gives a startled blink.

“Ya’ll don’ heard ‘bout me way ova here, already?” Sammie asks and Sabel nods as she stands and plops a set of white sheets and a pillow on the bed

“Sure have, well- I have atleast. Some Little Rock blowers raved ‘boutcha two weeks ago. They said the roof may as well been on fire. You play background before?” Sabel asks and Sammie nods. It’s been two years since he’s left Clarksdale and all he’d done was scrap by playing clubs to network and picking up one-time sessions at random studios for handfuls of dollars.

“I’ve jammed with a few. Went back and forth with T-Bone Walker a few months ago.” Sammie drops and it makes Sabel snap-n-point at him.

“In Memphis?”

Sammie nods and Sabel hums, hitting a sweet note of intrigue.

“Me and my girls had a listening party on you! I think.”

“You wanna hear something live?” Sammie offers as she pulls on sheets and goes to fluff the pillow out. Sabel hums as she plops down on his bed letting her legs spread, dress hiking to show off her thick mile-long legs.

“Tommorrow, after choir practice ends around seven. Me, Erza, Charles and Deet is going to wander on Vine street. I think that’s when I’d lika listen to something that ain’t a hymn.” Sabel stands, strutting forward to Sammie who automatically accommodates her to stand between his legs.

Her soft hands cup his cheek as she ‘inspects’ him, Sammie is bold enough to place his hands on her hips and she hums again.

“I can already see.” She starts, her hands gliding down the sides of his neck as presses forward another step. Sabel loops them around the back of it and presses her chest in his face. Sammie eyes down her hidden breast feeling up her solid waist so he can thumb the swell of them before meeting her lusty eyes again. “I can see you've been travelin’ Mister Moore. It’s my duty as hospitality head to ensure that chu Go on and relax for the evening."

Sammie licks his lips, she brings a scripture to his mind as he kisses the top of her breast, dragging his hand down to loosen more buttons so her tiddies spill out into his hands. Her dress is almost completely undone. Sabel’s breath hitches as he squeezes, bites, then recites

“How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! Thy stature is lika palm tree, and thy breasts the clusters of its fruits.

I said, I will go up the palm tree, I will take hold of the bouts there: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine,

and the smell of thy breath like apples; And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.”

Sammie quotes, taking his time to lick the taste of shea butter off her breast, take in the smell of rose and kiss hickey on them as he gropes her. Sabel moans out at his quick work to get her wet, Sammie bucks back in the chair when Sabel reaches down and palms his dick with a tender hand.

“Songs of Solomon. Forth song?” she pants. Sammie surges to a stand and kisses her, Sabel licks in his mouth and the two young adults smack deeply, tasting each other.

“Seventh” Sammie corrects her when they break apart for air. He bites his lip as Sabel starts to kiss hickeys into his neck now as she works his belt open.

“Think imma have to study that book again. Gonna be my partner for it?” She asks him as she drags Sammie by the belt towards the half made bed. Sabel takes a seat on its edge and Sammie lets his pants fully drop and dick spring forward. The fat head is already tapping Sabel’s wet burgundy lips, she gives it a shallow kiss as she grasps Sammie’s hip for purchase.

Her other hand wraps around his base, thumb sliding up and down between his heavy balls. Preacher Boy’s grunts while his hand gathers all her ribbon coils into a ponytail at her crown, arching her head back a tad.

Sammie needs to see this worship happen. He needs to see his dick disappear down her throat. He needs to see the tears from the choking as her cheeks hollow and puff. He needs to see the drool spills down his legs to her lap as she slurps, he needs to meet her fucking eyes.

“Ain’t yo daddy the pastor?” he scolds her and Sabel pouts, eyes full of challenge and mirth.

Sammie makes his dick jump and those thick lips kiss his head again. It prompts Sabel to lick down the seam of his shaft. She whimpers out a moan when Sammie twists his grip tighter in her hair. Sabel’s legs squirm together as west arousal blossoms between them when Sammie grabs at her breast again with his empty hand.

“Ahh, ah!” She squeaks when he teases her nipple hard before pressing it in with his thumb and teases slowly once more.

“I’ve never had a guitar man down my throat before, all y'all this thick? Don’t know if I can take that.” she admits and Sammie gives a deep chuckle.

“You got three weeks to find that out…. Fuck!” Sammie grunts then hisses out when Sable puts the whole head in her mouth. She swirls her tongue around his dick’s head until her chin is damp with spit before swallowing him down inch-by-inch until all seven inches of Sammie is in her mouth.

It hits the back of her throat pointedly causing a wet choke. Both shutter as she gulps deeply, Sammie flick her nipple and she gag hasher before moaning. Sammie watches with reverence as Sabel pulls off him half way before swallowing back down, choke-gulp-gag, again. Choke-gulp-gag, again. Choke-gulp-gag, again. Lipstick kissed to his pelvis.

Sammie is pateince until she’s eased herself into bodding on him before he starts to fuck her mouth. He alters between easing his grip then twisting tight again as he trusts over her tongue. Sabel ends up rubbing the sloppy top drool down over his balls as he uses her hand for assistance. Both are moaning over the fulfillment of their lusty actions, Sabel's eyes are thin slits glisten with sinful tears and full of pleasure. Sammie can see her legs press and squirm, begging for friction to pair with the neediness that the velvet of him in her mouth has caused to ache in her pussy.

“Keep goin’, keep goin’ baby. Ya swallow this dick so good, we gonna get ya cooze tended tah.” Sammie grunts out and that makes her moan more and her eyes roll back. Sabel lets Sammie lead the pace now. Her mouth is nothing but a hole to him.Sabel locks back in when Sammie’s bucking starts to falter, she gazes forward as his core flexes with building orgasm.

Grasping both his hips and holding still, her tongue wags on the underside of his shaft before slowly pulling back as she sucks then slowly swallows back down him. Sabel does it three more times before Sammie comes with heavenly shouting, both hands holding her down as he shoots a thick load down her throat.

Sabel chokes as she tries to keep up with swallowing his nut, but it too much. She looks up at Sammie through teary lashes as cum leaks out the sides of her mouth in thick trails of saliva around his shaft from her puffy cheeks. All of it splatter down her chest.

“Ya mouth’s God’s gift to earth.” Sammie groans out his dick jumps one last time as she gulps around him before pulling back. Sammie watches in awe as she licks up what was left of his nut of her lips before she leans back to rest on her arms. Her wet and cum-stained chest heaving as she watches Sammie say fuck it and take his shirt off. Admiring his strong-lean body built by field-work and delta dirt.

“It goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over lips and teeth. I am my beloved's. And his desire is for me.” Sabel finally pants out. “Chaper 7, verse 9 though 10” Sabel recites with a cum-drunk smile at him. Sammie chuckles at that with a shake of his head.

Sabel watches him with wide eyes as Sammie sinks down to his knees and bust through the rest of her buttons. Leaving her denim dress wide open pussy exposed to the fan-chilled air then warmed by Sammie mouth placing a big kiss over her dripping slit.

“Preacher Boy! Preacher Boy, whatcha doin?!” Sable cries out when her heavy leg is effortlessly put on his shoulder, held tight so Sammie can drive in a bit further.

“Something only guitar men do. Relax, darlin’ don’t run from this.”

Sabel lets out a loud deep needy moan, hand fisting the loose sheet and calls to God go out as Sammie’s tongue licks up her pussy-fold to seek her button. Her leg shakes, tightening on him once he finds it and starts to do the signature Moore Man trick taught to him by Stack. Sabel jumps with a whine as Sammie chuckle vibrates her this time before he holds her thighs apart so he can have room to eat.

“Dontcha worry, I just wanna taste.”

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While snowy winters in Mississippi are rare, they aren’t impossible. The snow steadily falling outside means it is cold, and that means that the whole of Clarksdale, Black or White, is locked into their homes. 

Bunked in and bored to death. 

However! Annie has a plan to address the need to keep both busy and warm, with a soft smile on her face she watches her tea kettle tink and clink as the water starts to boil. Annie sways in place as she grinds together the warming spices of ginger and cardamom along, some floral tones of dried rose and jasmine into plain black tea leaves for her custom ‘Nice n’ Warm’ blend. 

She eyes down Smoke’s finely sculpted back; he is clad in just a pair of pajama pants and his under-tank his brown skin striking against the white of the top and silver of his dog tags. The sight prompts Annie to add a few more pinches of dried Hybrid Damiana aka Love Leaf aka a potent aphrodisiac she’s been custom growing for a while. Hell it was this tea blend alone that was the cause of the mini-baby waved in Clarksdale two summers ago. Can’t do nothing but fuck to cure the fever it causes. 

Meanwhile, Smoke watches the harsh flurries of white hit the window pane trying to calculate when would be the best time to run out to the side of the house to get more wood for the fireplace. His brow frowns at the new sight just outside the glass.

“I know that ain’t…. That dumbass!” Smoke scowls as he gets up and hurries out of the room to tug on his sweater and denim coat. Annie frowns herself and looks at the window just to roll her eyes with another exasperated sigh as she sifts the blend into a silk tea bag to plop into the kettle.

 There, trudging through the falling snow in just a trench coat, hat, and scarf with a messenger bag clutched in his ungloved fist, is Stack. Annie giggles at the scolding Smoke was laying into his brother as he hurries over the yard while the younger twin slips ’n’ slides on the ice slick footpath. Annie watches as the two basically collide together trying to stop the other from slipping on the ice which inspires a whole new slew of scolding to leave Smoke’s mouth as they hit the snowy ground anyway. She giggles harder yet reluctantly pulls on a long cardigan over her thin house-dress for modesty-sake.

“And why the hell you out in this?!” Smoke’s voice booms as the two finally make it back to the poach in one piece. Stack hurries to knock the snow off his boots and leaves them just in the doorway first, rolling his eyes at Smoke’s questioning. Stack makes a point to toss his snowy coat onto Smoke, making sure the cold of it hits his brother in the face. 

“I can’t visit my damn brother and sister-in-law anymore?” Stack argues back before yelping as Smoke slaps snow onto the back of his head with a satisfied smirk at the younger’s jumping shiver. Stack flicks him off as he turns into the kitchen to smile brightly at Annie, the last of his shivers starting to melt in the warmth of her house. He pulls her into a half hug that makes her flinch from the cold but still grin.

“Hey Annie-girl!”

“Hey, ‘Lias.”

“Not in a damn ice storm, ya can’t!” Smoke argues as he puts away their coats. Stack waves him off before settling into the chair Smoke was occupying beforehand and starts to rub his hands together to warm them up.

“Well, I was about to die over at my house. So I gotta valid excuse.” Stack says and Annie gives him a bewildered look. 

“What’s wrong? Heater dead?” Annie asks as she sets up two mugs with generous amounts of clove-infused honey into the bottoms before slowly pouring her custom tea.

“Well my dear Annie! It’s pretty simple… I was bored.” Stack explains with a serious expression that cracks into a sly grin as Annie chuckles. 

“Stack…. Git outta my house.” Smoke deadpans and that sends the chuckles into cackles from Annie.

“Wow! My own brother! Wanna cast me out into the cold and frozen streets to suffer! To frost over, fall and shatter into ice! Annie, how'd you meet such a cruel man!” Stack overreacts, moping in performance. Smoke scowls as he takes out the other chair and crosses his glorious arms, now hidden by a sweater.  

“Ah, you’d be a’ight nigga.”

“Elijah, be nice to lil brother.” Annie teases with a kiss to the side of her husband’s head as she settles one of the aphrodisiac mugs in front of him and warms her hand on her own. She then prepares the other kettle with plain water to boil once again. She contemplates making it all chamomile and lavender to knock her brother-in-law out so she could get her nut in, in peace. 

“Yeah! Be nice to lil brother, like the woman said!” Stack places the messenger bag on the table and starts to dig through it. “ An’ for you Annie! I got some new records for ya, hot off the press outta Atlanta” Stack bribes her. Annie oohs while Smoke rolls his eyes and lights his pipe, she pulls out the small circle and eyes the label for a name. The only thing scrawled on the little paper circle of pink is “ Dirty Lucille.”

“So bored? Whatcha tryna do?” Annie asks Stack as she accepts the gift, being a proper host while Smoke takes a big sip of his tea in trying to warm back up. 

“Uhm, I don't know. What was ya’ll ‘bout to get into?”

“Hibernation.” Smokes deadpans, making Stack’s face drop into a matching look of disengagement as he turns his head to look at Annie, a move that says with not a word “this nigga.” Both men give soft smiles as Annie clutches her belly with laughter at the two's antics. She walks around the kitchen table, sipping her mug as she goes back towards the sitting room and further back to the bedroom.

“Give me a second. Let me get my donimos, work some money off the both of ya’. Elijah’s gonna wash the dishes.” Annie taunts with a wink as she leaves. Smoke unabashedly watches the heavy sway of her wide hips and bounce of her ass. So entranced in the look of his wife he didn’t notice Stack’s eyes roaming her over as well. He takes in her upper curves and the glistening skin of her neck that was showcased with her hair pulled up in a puff. 

Stack swallows heavily and rolls his toothpick over his teeth; he then gets up to busy himself so Smoke didn’t catch on to him. Stack snags another mug out the cupboard and hums at the two kettles. He eyes the one that already had the white ribbon of a tea bag hanging out of it and pours some from it along with two big scoops of sugar. He barely lets the cane sugar melt before taking back a big gulp and humming at the strong warming flavors.

Both brothers settle down, Stack rolling a cig to share when Annie comes back in with a cheshire grin and sets the bright blue tin full of dark wood dominos with dots of bold white on the table. She hands the tablet of paper to Stack, who automatically divides it into threes and puts little nicknames on top to signify who's who. Annie slides Smoke the thin domino stand out the box before dumping the little bricks onto the table and her Man starts to mix them with instigating clacks. 

“Now Annie, I love ya! But you just any ole nigga when it comes to dominos. I ain’t gonna be nice and soft like him.” Stack taunts with a point of his thumb to Smoke. Annie scoffs and flicks his forehead.

“You can keep runnin’ that mouth, cause I’m finna run them pockets.”

“My pockets!?”

“Imma start with ten dollars down, unless ya pussy?”

“American green?” Stack asks with a sly grin that turns wild as Annie pulls out a true ten dollar bill from her cleavage and slaps it down where the game is going to be built. Stack is quick to pull out a roll of cash  from his pocket and adds two tens in. 

Smoke smacks his lips then gasps when both brother and wife whip their heads around to him.

“Where’s ya bread bruh?”

“Hell nah, I ain’t sacrificing my green to you damn chickenheads!” Smoke swears as he pulls his seven dominos from the pile. 

“Dem sound like broke nigga words. Dem words all you can afford, Elijah?” Stack says. Smoke rolls his eyes watching Annie take a gulp of her tea and lick the lush of her lips.

“Ain’t broke, my habits keep me from that. Like not letting yo cotton-mouth ass con me.

“Ah, baby! I thought you just played in puss, not that ya was one.” Annie tuts next and Stacks hollers as Smoke gasps at his wife.

“Watcha self woman ‘fore I have ya bent over my knee wit something in ya mouth!”

“ ‘Long as some money on it! Put it in, Mister Moore.” Annie ends with a purr that makes both brothers shiver. Smoke kisses his teeth but takes his denim coat off, making a show of pulling out the roll from the inner pocket then tossing a twenty and ten on the pile. 

Just like that, the game begins. 

For the next 40 minutes nothing but rude taunts, flirty insults, and dominos slams fill the air of the little kitchen that gains so much heat the window fogs. All three mugs of Nice ‘n’ Warm are bone dry empty and sweat rolls down all three’s of their brows. Stack’s eyes damn near cross between looking at his hand of bricks and the glistening of Annie’s tiddies. She’s taken off her cardigan 20 minutes in, uncaring to the sharp side eye her husband gives her in favor of taking money out of his coat pocket. Annie’s plump mounds drag on the table before jostling back in place when she kicks back in her seat. The younger twin licks sweat off his upper lip before shedding off his sweater, leaving him in his undershirt.

“Feeling that heat, Stack? Can’t take it?’

“Oh I got sumthin’ you can take a’ight, Ann. Hard!” Stack bellows slamming down a double five brick and cackling as he adds 20 to his point count. He took the swift kick to his shin by Smoke like a champ, reveling as Annie pants in a frustration that seems to be more than just competition but a madness that was starting to plague him as well.

A tightness in his pelvis only a tiddy fuck or a taste of something pink may remedy. Not being teased by his brother’s wife just sitting there in all her thick and hot body glory. 

Smoke, of course, was worse off. His dick was straight hard, one hand commands his bricks and the other on Annie’s thigh gripping a bruise into the chocolate softness. Everytime she pressed her thighs together for friction he made a point to run his fingers down her panty-covered slit forcing her to open up and Annie forced out another flirt from her sinful mouth to pretend she had some kinda upper hand. 

“Fuck you! ‘Lijah! Play that gotdamn snake eye you got so I can getta twenty piece back!” Annie fusses and Smoke smacks his teeth in time with a swat to the side of her ass. The recoil of it aches his dick to just have Annie sit on his lap and remedy him. The memories of her riding him like she’s was a Kentcky pro on a mustang almost makes say fuck it to the game and fuck off to his brother. 

“I ain’t got shit but dick to give you, Woman!” he hisses out instead as he picks up the double one anyway. Annie’s giggle is twisted.

“Man, then put it on the table!”

 Annie rolls her eyes back and lets out a moan when Smoke teases her slit again and it becomes a bit too much. She presses her hand over her mouth in surprise that it came out of her. Both Smoke and Stack grow still as a cold night. That moan… it means something… it charges the space with pure lust and pushes boundaries. Annie yanks Smoke hand off her by the wrist and Stack swallows to see his twin’s hand glistening with that bit of wetness he’d sneakily been drawing out of her.

Thoughts of symmetry filled the younger twin's mind at that moment. 

Would his hand look the same if baptised by Annie?

Annie lets out a shaky breath, they watch her body bounce as Annie presses her legs together, and straightens up. Annie placed down her third domino with a soft click, it and the crackling of the oven the only sound among them. Stack squints at his dominos, he had two options.

Win the game but lose the sight of Annie. 

Stretch the bets and see where this goes.

Annie’s eyes go wide as Stack abruptly stands. Her jaw drops to see his dick just as hard as Smoke’s, both brother’s velvety girth’s throbbing in showcase through their pants. 

“Let’s put it on the table, Ann.” Stack offers. He barely gets a chance to breath before Smoke snatches him by the collar and nearly hauls him clear across the table. 

“Fuck you say, bruh?”

“You heard me, Annie-girl said put some dick on the table, why would I refuse the lady’s request?”

Annie is between the brothers in a flash. Pressing her back against Smoke to force him to put distance between himself and Stack then Annie lays her hands against Stack’s firm pecks and staggers him back a step.

Yet, she kept her hands on him.

“Elijah. Sinmi.” She commands him, her Man sucks in a breath with a bit of a hiss between the teeth but relents. His hands drift down to her supple waist and grip her flush against him with a grid forwards. The poke of dick-printed fabric against the back of her pussy is sticky with precum and makes Annie swallow down a throaty whimper at the tease. Stack watches her inspect him, his heart pounding at her calculating glances as she undresses him with her eyes. Annie’s hands skim down his front until they rest on his waistband and from there she pops off his buckle. Stack thrust forward a bit so his pants don’t fully fall off then and there.

“Fuck this game.” Annie says. Stack eyes go wide as Smoke’s hands surge up Annie’s body to grasp Annie’s tiddies in two gripping, overspilling handfuls of plump, brown flesh. He bends down and licks a kiss onto Annie’s neck with a glare of possession.

“Yeah, fuck this game. Take yo ass on home, nigga. Annie, take yo ass on to the bedroom before I put cha on this table again.”

Annie shutters for a moment, hands flying up to his ear and tugging down it lightly with her nails.

“You ain’t the one decidin’ the game ‘ere. Ms. Annie is.” Stack stands his ground with a nod. Annie chuckles darkly at that, a throaty sound that damn near vibrates through both siblings. 

“Annie?” Smoke asks into her hair. Annie trails her hand down from Smoke’s head, then back onto his body until it runs lightly over his hardness.

“I do like a quick game….” Annie teases as she clutches him a bit and Smoke curses under his breath. Annie presses forward now, basically dragging Smoke forward as she plays her free hand down Stack’s pants. 

“Ah, shit!” He girts out as Annie gently but firmly grips around the base of his shaft. The rest of Annie fingers palm around the side, on instinct her fingertips glide and tease the vein on the left. Annie hums with intrigue, like she just invented something special or discovered something unknown to the world. 

“Damn. Ya’ll twins all the way down.” She tells them both, a desperate lick around her lips to hold back the need to salivate. As she holds both brothers now, Annie can’t help but feel a deep pressure in her core, a greedy yearning for the girth of both of ‘em to be in her in any way.

“We gonna play a quick game of bones. First person to 50, get to pick how this is goin’ down. Imma even be a little nice.  Ya win a five ya get five. Ya win a ten, ya getta ten. Ya win a 20, ya getta 20.” Annie tells them both. 

“Get 20 of what, Woman?” Smoke asks and Annie smirks. 

“20 seconds to prove something.”

Both brothers stiffen at that. She may as well have told two lions that the bone yard decided whose gonna run priderock. Annie looks at both of them with side eyes and both give matching deep grunting groans as she tightens her grip on their shafts to command attention. To command the reaction she wants.

“Yes ma’am.” They both say, it sends a pulse of pleasure through Annie’s pussy. 

Smoke and Stack sit across from each other now. Smoke’s look of righteous fury and possession against Stack’s looks of sly satisfaction and fascination. Annie eyes them both with determined lust and hunger. She flips their old game over and mixes the dominos with fast hands. Stack scratches the old game, Smoke lights the discarded cigarette and makes a point to blow the cloud straight over the dominos and into Stack’s face. 

“Ladies’ first.” Stack says as soon as Annie finishes the mix. She bites her cheek coyly and picks five. 

“Childen next.” Smoke grumbles. Stack smacks his lips as the second youngest there and takes his five. 

“Poppa’s last.” Annie teases. Stack gives a dry laugh as Smoke smirks through his selection. 

“Big six?” Annie asks. 

No one moves. 

“Double fives?” she asks again. 

Stack grins as he flips it out. 

“Ten.” He says aloud as he writes down the O on the paper. Annie’s shoulder hitch as she tries to hold back a chuckle at the sight of Smoke puffing like a dragon. 

“That’s ten Mississppis. Smoke, count ‘em.” Annie tells them.

Stack stands up, and comes to the side of Annie. She looks up at him with her doe eyes blown wide through lusty lashes and it makes him pause with a deep swallow.

“You need me to turn?” Annie asks him before he can say anything. 

“7 seconds nigga.” Smoke grumbles. 

Stack’ hands are gentle as he cuffs both of her sweat-damp breasts, palming them with increasing firmness, testing the plump flesh. Liftin’ em. Letting them drop so they bounce. Teasing the nipples hard with a roll between his thumbs and pointers.  Annie’s hand goes between her legs to press a thumb on her clit as the stimulation makes her pussy wet, needy to be played with. Stack makes a show of giving her a big wet kiss that is more a clash of teeth then something proper. A taste of the tongue, Stack goes to glance over at Smoke with a prideful smirk but Annie’s smack on the side of his thigh with her free hand turns his attention back to her. 

“Full attention soldier.” Annie commands him. Stack gives a nod, mesmerised by her before he backs off and back to his seat when Smoke barks out the last number to him. Smoke scoff, “Tiddy baby.” he taunts and Annie smacks her lips. 

“Did you forget how you sleep? Play ya hand ‘fo ya piss me off.” Annie strikes. Smoke smacks his lips but plays a throwaway hand, Annie matches it. Stack’s forced to match it, all of them are crossed legged in the pressure. Smoke tosses another hand and Annie strikes with a smirk, linking a three with the two on the opposite side of the layout.

“Five.” Annie announces, watching Stack mark it before she stands. She circles the both of them, eyes scanning for selection on who’s gonna get her little bit of time. Annie dips her head down allowing only a few millimeters of distance, damn near hovering her juicy lips from either of ‘em. Cinnamon laced breath puffing temptation onto either of the brothers’ ears but never delivering.

Smoke lets out another tobacco cloud to billow over his lips as Annie lingers around the back of Stack’s neck. The elder watches with piercing jealousy as Stack inhales Annie’s scent and tips his head back for just a chance of her lips. Annie swerves back with a smirk as she makes her way over to Smoke instead. Annie’s hand cuffs his chin and pitches it up.

“Count ‘em.” Smoke growls as Annie lips damn near eat his down as they kiss. Annie hands rub Smoke’s neck as her man grips her ass and pulls her closer. Stack rolls his lips in as he watches the way Annie’s ass jiggles, the impressions of Smoke’s fingers into that softness, the way she drags her nails down the column of Smoke’s throat. 

“Five!” He grits out and Annie hums. She makes sure to smack loudly as she comes out of the kiss. Swatting Smoke’s hand down. Annie smirks before walking back to her seat.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The three of them play. 

“Your play, baby.” Annie reminds him.

Ten seconds - Smoke fingers into Annie for all ten counts until she panting.

Five seconds - Stack has Annie swirl her wet tongue around his tip.

Twenty seconds - Annie has Stack sucking her toes while she bites and sucks bruises into Smoke’s neck. 

Ten seconds - Stack leaves hickeys upon Annie left breast and damn near a bruise with his grip on her right. All while she grinds down deliciously on his lap.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Teases and preludes to something truly sinful. 

“Fifty!” Annie shouts as she slams down a double two that leaves her with the last ten points to win on the table. 

Both men practically sit at attention with anticipation for just what she could have in store for them. Annie leans forward, crossing her arms and leaning on one of her hands as she looks the two of them over.

Annie eyes Stack’s mouth as her hand drifts over to Smoke’s thigh. The many tales Mary shared to Annie about Stack’s gift for eating it come to mind. While Smoke wasn’t a chump of an eater, his skills were better used for drilling into her and tossing her around then just praying to pussy. She liked to make Smoke twitch, the back and forth of control was critical to her.

“Elias?” Annie asks after another minute, eyes low as her voice becomes sultry. She starts to palm and tease Smoke’s dick with her hand while commanding him. Stack hums, spitting his toothpick to the side at the sight of Annie jabbing a finger down. 

“You gonna defend your reputation?” She asks him.

With a shark-like grin, Stack sinks down off his chair, crawls under the table and pulls her legs apart.  Smoke blink harshly, flinching at Annie’s talented hand and the bump of her thigh now against his. He watches her gasp, head thrown back as Stack wretches her panties to the side and digs his nose straight in to get a smell of her pussy. That sensitivity Smoke has been building up all night putting her on edge. Annie places one hand on the back of Stack’s head, fucking up his waves as her fingertips push through the tamed curls. Her other beacons Smoke with a single curl of her pointer finger. 

“Stand.” Annie pants before moaning and trying to buck forward in her chair as Stack starts licking into her. Stack’s arms snake around her hips, pulling a leg over his shoulder to lock her in place so he can drill his tongue in deeper. His mustache scratches against the soft skin of her inner thighs making lightning crawl all over her down there when his lips peck her pearl.

Smoke does as instructed, standing up as he frees dick from his pants, letting it bob out, hard and veiny as it taps against the side of Annie’s jaw. Smoke girts his teeth as Annie turns her head towards him and starts to lick up the side of his shaft. Smoke shakes his head with a hiss as she swirls the tip, his hand cuffing the back of her head.

“All this craziness you talked, a ‘course you want somethin’ down ya throat for it.” Smoke scolds her. Annie hums, a smile in her eyes as she gazes up at him. Annie hollows out her cheeks, and slowly bobs down him, small chokes as his dick jumps in her mouth. She slides back off of him just as slowly, ending with a wet plop and whining moan. She clutches over Stack's head while he teases the pearl of her pussy properly with his tongue until her back arches as she squirts down the mouth muscle.

“You…fuc… you gonna shut me up?” She asks Smoke though broken moans.

Smoke is swift to swing his leg over so he straddles her in a stand and slips dick down her throat. 

Both moan aloud at the movement, Annie’s free hand claws at his hip and up his torso as Smoke start to fuck her face with a swift and damn near rough pace. His nails tangle into curls at the nape of her neck while he guides her head. Smoke swears at the sloppy noises the keen fromAnnie as she loses rhythm and bucks further onto Stack’s tongue. Her legs shake and threaten to damn near locking him in as she comes closer to orgasm. Stack hikes her leg up higher upon his shoulder and adds his thumb into her as well. 

Smoke gets tight as Annie uncontrollably hums her moan of pleasure out onto his shaft. Smoke wipes the tears off her cheek.

“Yeah, get the nut outta her bruh. I’m tryna see her cry on my shit.” Smoke growls. Smoke deepens his pace and Annie wraps both arms around his waist, nails digging into his lower back as he fuck her mouth. 

Annie cums apart as Stack spells his name inside her, pussy flowing down her chin to dribble onto his chest. He keeps lapping it up as Annie shivers and her knee presses onto the side of his face.  Smoke comes with a swearing shout. Annie whimpers with leaky tears as she swallows it in the midst of her own sex high. 

Stack takes a prize and crawls out from under the table, the front of him wet with Annie. He’s just in time to look up and see Smoke step out from in front of her. He takes in her heaving chest, blows out eyes, curls coming loose as she gasps with sticky lips. 

“You tryna see if we taste the same too, Annie-girl? I promise I’m sweeter.” Stack flirts as he whirls her panties around on his finger. He then balls it up and starts to wipe off his beard, his dick jumps at the fucked out look on Annie’s face. Annie stands, a stagger in her step for a moment that Smoke corrects. She pats his arm with gratitude before gesturing to him to sit back down himself. Smoke obliges, sitting with a heavy sigh as he watches her walk to the doorway, she looks over her shoulder and starts to roll down the straps off her nightgown..

“Fuck.”

“Lord, Ann!”

Annie giggles as the crumbled fabric falls to her feet and she stands naked before them both.

“Round twos in the bedroom boys, I gotta lay down. First one there is first one in.” 

Both brothers scramble in chase of her. 

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While snowy winters in Mississippi are rare, they aren’t impossible. The snow steadily falling outside means it is cold, and that means that the whole of Clarksdale, Black or White, is locked into their homes. 

Bunked in and bored to death. 

However! Annie has a plan to address the need to keep both busy and warm, with a soft smile on her face she watches her tea kettle tink and clink as the water starts to boil. Annie sways in place as she grinds together the warming spices of ginger and cardamom along, some floral tones of dried rose and jasmine into plain black tea leaves for her custom ‘Nice n’ Warm’ blend. 

She eyes down Smoke’s finely sculpted back; he is clad in just a pair of pajama pants and his under-tank his brown skin striking against the white of the top and silver of his dog tags. The sight prompts Annie to add a few more pinches of dried Hybrid Damiana aka Love Leaf aka a potent aphrodisiac she’s been custom growing for a while. Hell it was this tea blend alone that was the cause of the mini-baby waved in Clarksdale two summers ago. Can’t do nothing but fuck to cure the fever it causes. 

Meanwhile, Smoke watches the harsh flurries of white hit the window pane trying to calculate when would be the best time to run out to the side of the house to get more wood for the fireplace. His brow frowns at the new sight just outside the glass.

“I know that ain’t…. That dumbass!” Smoke scowls as he gets up and hurries out of the room to tug on his sweater and denim coat. Annie frowns herself and looks at the window just to roll her eyes with another exasperated sigh as she sifts the blend into a silk tea bag to plop into the kettle.

 There, trudging through the falling snow in just a trench coat, hat, and scarf with a messenger bag clutched in his ungloved fist, is Stack. Annie giggles at the scolding Smoke was laying into his brother as he hurries over the yard while the younger twin slips ’n’ slides on the ice slick footpath. Annie watches as the two basically collide together trying to stop the other from slipping on the ice which inspires a whole new slew of scolding to leave Smoke’s mouth as they hit the snowy ground anyway. She giggles harder yet reluctantly pulls on a long cardigan over her thin house-dress for modesty-sake.

“And why the hell you out in this?!” Smoke’s voice booms as the two finally make it back to the poach in one piece. Stack hurries to knock the snow off his boots and leaves them just in the doorway first, rolling his eyes at Smoke’s questioning. Stack makes a point to toss his snowy coat onto Smoke, making sure the cold of it hits his brother in the face. 

“I can’t visit my damn brother and sister-in-law anymore?” Stack argues back before yelping as Smoke slaps snow onto the back of his head with a satisfied smirk at the younger’s jumping shiver. Stack flicks him off as he turns into the kitchen to smile brightly at Annie, the last of his shivers starting to melt in the warmth of her house. He pulls her into a half hug that makes her flinch from the cold but still grin.

“Hey Annie-girl!”

“Hey, ‘Lias.”

“Not in a damn ice storm, ya can’t!” Smoke argues as he puts away their coats. Stack waves him off before settling into the chair Smoke was occupying beforehand and starts to rub his hands together to warm them up.

“Well, I was about to die over at my house. So I gotta valid excuse.” Stack says and Annie gives him a bewildered look. 

“What’s wrong? Heater dead?” Annie asks as she sets up two mugs with generous amounts of clove-infused honey into the bottoms before slowly pouring her custom tea.

“Well my dear Annie! It’s pretty simple… I was bored.” Stack explains with a serious expression that cracks into a sly grin as Annie chuckles. 

“Stack…. Git outta my house.” Smoke deadpans and that sends the chuckles into cackles from Annie.

“Wow! My own brother! Wanna cast me out into the cold and frozen streets to suffer! To frost over, fall and shatter into ice! Annie, how'd you meet such a cruel man!” Stack overreacts, moping in performance. Smoke scowls as he takes out the other chair and crosses his glorious arms, now hidden by a sweater.  

“Ah, you’d be a’ight nigga.”

“Elijah, be nice to lil brother.” Annie teases with a kiss to the side of her husband’s head as she settles one of the aphrodisiac mugs in front of him and warms her hand on her own. She then prepares the other kettle with plain water to boil once again. She contemplates making it all chamomile and lavender to knock her brother-in-law out so she could get her nut in, in peace. 

“Yeah! Be nice to lil brother, like the woman said!” Stack places the messenger bag on the table and starts to dig through it. “ An’ for you Annie! I got some new records for ya, hot off the press outta Atlanta” Stack bribes her. Annie oohs while Smoke rolls his eyes and lights his pipe, she pulls out the small circle and eyes the label for a name. The only thing scrawled on the little paper circle of pink is “ Dirty Lucille.”

“So bored? Whatcha tryna do?” Annie asks Stack as she accepts the gift, being a proper host while Smoke takes a big sip of his tea in trying to warm back up. 

“Uhm, I don't know. What was ya’ll ‘bout to get into?”

“Hibernation.” Smokes deadpans, making Stack’s face drop into a matching look of disengagement as he turns his head to look at Annie, a move that says with not a word “this nigga.” Both men give soft smiles as Annie clutches her belly with laughter at the two's antics. She walks around the kitchen table, sipping her mug as she goes back towards the sitting room and further back to the bedroom.

“Give me a second. Let me get my donimos, work some money off the both of ya’. Elijah’s gonna wash the dishes.” Annie taunts with a wink as she leaves. Smoke unabashedly watches the heavy sway of her wide hips and bounce of her ass. So entranced in the look of his wife he didn’t notice Stack’s eyes roaming her over as well. He takes in her upper curves and the glistening skin of her neck that was showcased with her hair pulled up in a puff. 

Stack swallows heavily and rolls his toothpick over his teeth; he then gets up to busy himself so Smoke didn’t catch on to him. Stack snags another mug out the cupboard and hums at the two kettles. He eyes the one that already had the white ribbon of a tea bag hanging out of it and pours some from it along with two big scoops of sugar. He barely lets the cane sugar melt before taking back a big gulp and humming at the strong warming flavors.

Both brothers settle down, Stack rolling a cig to share when Annie comes back in with a cheshire grin and sets the bright blue tin full of dark wood dominos with dots of bold white on the table. She hands the tablet of paper to Stack, who automatically divides it into threes and puts little nicknames on top to signify who's who. Annie slides Smoke the thin domino stand out the box before dumping the little bricks onto the table and her Man starts to mix them with instigating clacks. 

“Now Annie, I love ya! But you just any ole nigga when it comes to dominos. I ain’t gonna be nice and soft like him.” Stack taunts with a point of his thumb to Smoke. Annie scoffs and flicks his forehead.

“You can keep runnin’ that mouth, cause I’m finna run them pockets.”

“My pockets!?”

“Imma start with ten dollars down, unless ya pussy?”

“American green?” Stack asks with a sly grin that turns wild as Annie pulls out a true ten dollar bill from her cleavage and slaps it down where the game is going to be built. Stack is quick to pull out a roll of cash  from his pocket and adds two tens in. 

Smoke smacks his lips then gasps when both brother and wife whip their heads around to him.

“Where’s ya bread bruh?”

“Hell nah, I ain’t sacrificing my green to you damn chickenheads!” Smoke swears as he pulls his seven dominos from the pile. 

“Dem sound like broke nigga words. Dem words all you can afford, Elijah?” Stack says. Smoke rolls his eyes watching Annie take a gulp of her tea and lick the lush of her lips.

“Ain’t broke, my habits keep me from that. Like not letting yo cotton-mouth ass con me.

“Ah, baby! I thought you just played in puss, not that ya was one.” Annie tuts next and Stacks hollers as Smoke gasps at his wife.

“Watcha self woman ‘fore I have ya bent over my knee wit something in ya mouth!”

“ ‘Long as some money on it! Put it in, Mister Moore.” Annie ends with a purr that makes both brothers shiver. Smoke kisses his teeth but takes his denim coat off, making a show of pulling out the roll from the inner pocket then tossing a twenty and ten on the pile. 

Just like that, the game begins. 

For the next 40 minutes nothing but rude taunts, flirty insults, and dominos slams fill the air of the little kitchen that gains so much heat the window fogs. All three mugs of Nice ‘n’ Warm are bone dry empty and sweat rolls down all three’s of their brows. Stack’s eyes damn near cross between looking at his hand of bricks and the glistening of Annie’s tiddies. She’s taken off her cardigan 20 minutes in, uncaring to the sharp side eye her husband gives her in favor of taking money out of his coat pocket. Annie’s plump mounds drag on the table before jostling back in place when she kicks back in her seat. The younger twin licks sweat off his upper lip before shedding off his sweater, leaving him in his undershirt.

“Feeling that heat, Stack? Can’t take it?’

“Oh I got sumthin’ you can take a’ight, Ann. Hard!” Stack bellows slamming down a double five brick and cackling as he adds 20 to his point count. He took the swift kick to his shin by Smoke like a champ, reveling as Annie pants in a frustration that seems to be more than just competition but a madness that was starting to plague him as well.

A tightness in his pelvis only a tiddy fuck or a taste of something pink may remedy. Not being teased by his brother’s wife just sitting there in all her thick and hot body glory. 

Smoke, of course, was worse off. His dick was straight hard, one hand commands his bricks and the other on Annie’s thigh gripping a bruise into the chocolate softness. Everytime she pressed her thighs together for friction he made a point to run his fingers down her panty-covered slit forcing her to open up and Annie forced out another flirt from her sinful mouth to pretend she had some kinda upper hand. 

“Fuck you! ‘Lijah! Play that gotdamn snake eye you got so I can getta twenty piece back!” Annie fusses and Smoke smacks his teeth in time with a swat to the side of her ass. The recoil of it aches his dick to just have Annie sit on his lap and remedy him. The memories of her riding him like she’s was a Kentcky pro on a mustang almost makes say fuck it to the game and fuck off to his brother. 

“I ain’t got shit but dick to give you, Woman!” he hisses out instead as he picks up the double one anyway. Annie’s giggle is twisted.

“Man, then put it on the table!”

 Annie rolls her eyes back and lets out a moan when Smoke teases her slit again and it becomes a bit too much. She presses her hand over her mouth in surprise that it came out of her. Both Smoke and Stack grow still as a cold night. That moan… it means something… it charges the space with pure lust and pushes boundaries. Annie yanks Smoke hand off her by the wrist and Stack swallows to see his twin’s hand glistening with that bit of wetness he’d sneakily been drawing out of her.

Thoughts of symmetry filled the younger twin's mind at that moment. 

Would his hand look the same if baptised by Annie?

Annie lets out a shaky breath, they watch her body bounce as Annie presses her legs together, and straightens up. Annie placed down her third domino with a soft click, it and the crackling of the oven the only sound among them. Stack squints at his dominos, he had two options.

Win the game but lose the sight of Annie. 

Stretch the bets and see where this goes.

Annie’s eyes go wide as Stack abruptly stands. Her jaw drops to see his dick just as hard as Smoke’s, both brother’s velvety girth’s throbbing in showcase through their pants. 

“Let’s put it on the table, Ann.” Stack offers. He barely gets a chance to breath before Smoke snatches him by the collar and nearly hauls him clear across the table. 

“Fuck you say, bruh?”

“You heard me, Annie-girl said put some dick on the table, why would I refuse the lady’s request?”

Annie is between the brothers in a flash. Pressing her back against Smoke to force him to put distance between himself and Stack then Annie lays her hands against Stack’s firm pecks and staggers him back a step.

Yet, she kept her hands on him.

“Elijah. Sinmi.” She commands him, her Man sucks in a breath with a bit of a hiss between the teeth but relents. His hands drift down to her supple waist and grip her flush against him with a grid forwards. The poke of dick-printed fabric against the back of her pussy is sticky with precum and makes Annie swallow down a throaty whimper at the tease. Stack watches her inspect him, his heart pounding at her calculating glances as she undresses him with her eyes. Annie’s hands skim down his front until they rest on his waistband and from there she pops off his buckle. Stack thrust forward a bit so his pants don’t fully fall off then and there.

“Fuck this game.” Annie says. Stack eyes go wide as Smoke’s hands surge up Annie’s body to grasp Annie’s tiddies in two gripping, overspilling handfuls of plump, brown flesh. He bends down and licks a kiss onto Annie’s neck with a glare of possession.

“Yeah, fuck this game. Take yo ass on home, nigga. Annie, take yo ass on to the bedroom before I put cha on this table again.”

Annie shutters for a moment, hands flying up to his ear and tugging down it lightly with her nails.

“You ain’t the one decidin’ the game ‘ere. Ms. Annie is.” Stack stands his ground with a nod. Annie chuckles darkly at that, a throaty sound that damn near vibrates through both siblings. 

“Annie?” Smoke asks into her hair. Annie trails her hand down from Smoke’s head, then back onto his body until it runs lightly over his hardness.

“I do like a quick game….” Annie teases as she clutches him a bit and Smoke curses under his breath. Annie presses forward now, basically dragging Smoke forward as she plays her free hand down Stack’s pants. 

“Ah, shit!” He girts out as Annie gently but firmly grips around the base of his shaft. The rest of Annie fingers palm around the side, on instinct her fingertips glide and tease the vein on the left. Annie hums with intrigue, like she just invented something special or discovered something unknown to the world. 

“Damn. Ya’ll twins all the way down.” She tells them both, a desperate lick around her lips to hold back the need to salivate. As she holds both brothers now, Annie can’t help but feel a deep pressure in her core, a greedy yearning for the girth of both of ‘em to be in her in any way.

“We gonna play a quick game of bones. First person to 50, get to pick how this is goin’ down. Imma even be a little nice.  Ya win a five ya get five. Ya win a ten, ya getta ten. Ya win a 20, ya getta 20.” Annie tells them both. 

“Get 20 of what, Woman?” Smoke asks and Annie smirks. 

“20 seconds to prove something.”

Both brothers stiffen at that. She may as well have told two lions that the bone yard decided whose gonna run priderock. Annie looks at both of them with side eyes and both give matching deep grunting groans as she tightens her grip on their shafts to command attention. To command the reaction she wants.

“Yes ma’am.” They both say, it sends a pulse of pleasure through Annie’s pussy. 

Smoke and Stack sit across from each other now. Smoke’s look of righteous fury and possession against Stack’s looks of sly satisfaction and fascination. Annie eyes them both with determined lust and hunger. She flips their old game over and mixes the dominos with fast hands. Stack scratches the old game, Smoke lights the discarded cigarette and makes a point to blow the cloud straight over the dominos and into Stack’s face. 

“Ladies’ first.” Stack says as soon as Annie finishes the mix. She bites her cheek coyly and picks five. 

“Childen next.” Smoke grumbles. Stack smacks his lips as the second youngest there and takes his five. 

“Poppa’s last.” Annie teases. Stack gives a dry laugh as Smoke smirks through his selection. 

“Big six?” Annie asks. 

No one moves. 

“Double fives?” she asks again. 

Stack grins as he flips it out. 

“Ten.” He says aloud as he writes down the O on the paper. Annie’s shoulder hitch as she tries to hold back a chuckle at the sight of Smoke puffing like a dragon. 

“That’s ten Mississppis. Smoke, count ‘em.” Annie tells them.

Stack stands up, and comes to the side of Annie. She looks up at him with her doe eyes blown wide through lusty lashes and it makes him pause with a deep swallow.

“You need me to turn?” Annie asks him before he can say anything. 

“7 seconds nigga.” Smoke grumbles. 

Stack’ hands are gentle as he cuffs both of her sweat-damp breasts, palming them with increasing firmness, testing the plump flesh. Liftin’ em. Letting them drop so they bounce. Teasing the nipples hard with a roll between his thumbs and pointers.  Annie’s hand goes between her legs to press a thumb on her clit as the stimulation makes her pussy wet, needy to be played with. Stack makes a show of giving her a big wet kiss that is more a clash of teeth then something proper. A taste of the tongue, Stack goes to glance over at Smoke with a prideful smirk but Annie’s smack on the side of his thigh with her free hand turns his attention back to her. 

“Full attention soldier.” Annie commands him. Stack gives a nod, mesmerised by her before he backs off and back to his seat when Smoke barks out the last number to him. Smoke scoff, “Tiddy baby.” he taunts and Annie smacks her lips. 

“Did you forget how you sleep? Play ya hand ‘fo ya piss me off.” Annie strikes. Smoke smacks his lips but plays a throwaway hand, Annie matches it. Stack’s forced to match it, all of them are crossed legged in the pressure. Smoke tosses another hand and Annie strikes with a smirk, linking a three with the two on the opposite side of the layout.

“Five.” Annie announces, watching Stack mark it before she stands. She circles the both of them, eyes scanning for selection on who’s gonna get her little bit of time. Annie dips her head down allowing only a few millimeters of distance, damn near hovering her juicy lips from either of ‘em. Cinnamon laced breath puffing temptation onto either of the brothers’ ears but never delivering.

Smoke lets out another tobacco cloud to billow over his lips as Annie lingers around the back of Stack’s neck. The elder watches with piercing jealousy as Stack inhales Annie’s scent and tips his head back for just a chance of her lips. Annie swerves back with a smirk as she makes her way over to Smoke instead. Annie’s hand cuffs his chin and pitches it up.

“Count ‘em.” Smoke growls as Annie lips damn near eat his down as they kiss. Annie hands rub Smoke’s neck as her man grips her ass and pulls her closer. Stack rolls his lips in as he watches the way Annie’s ass jiggles, the impressions of Smoke’s fingers into that softness, the way she drags her nails down the column of Smoke’s throat. 

“Five!” He grits out and Annie hums. She makes sure to smack loudly as she comes out of the kiss. Swatting Smoke’s hand down. Annie smirks before walking back to her seat.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The three of them play. 

“Your play, baby.” Annie reminds him.

Ten seconds - Smoke fingers into Annie for all ten counts until she panting.

Five seconds - Stack has Annie swirl her wet tongue around his tip.

Twenty seconds - Annie has Stack sucking her toes while she bites and sucks bruises into Smoke’s neck. 

Ten seconds - Stack leaves hickeys upon Annie left breast and damn near a bruise with his grip on her right. All while she grinds down deliciously on his lap.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Teases and preludes to something truly sinful. 

“Fifty!” Annie shouts as she slams down a double two that leaves her with the last ten points to win on the table. 

Both men practically sit at attention with anticipation for just what she could have in store for them. Annie leans forward, crossing her arms and leaning on one of her hands as she looks the two of them over.

Annie eyes Stack’s mouth as her hand drifts over to Smoke’s thigh. The many tales Mary shared to Annie about Stack’s gift for eating it come to mind. While Smoke wasn’t a chump of an eater, his skills were better used for drilling into her and tossing her around then just praying to pussy. She liked to make Smoke twitch, the back and forth of control was critical to her.

“Elias?” Annie asks after another minute, eyes low as her voice becomes sultry. She starts to palm and tease Smoke’s dick with her hand while commanding him. Stack hums, spitting his toothpick to the side at the sight of Annie jabbing a finger down. 

“You gonna defend your reputation?” She asks him.

With a shark-like grin, Stack sinks down off his chair, crawls under the table and pulls her legs apart.  Smoke blink harshly, flinching at Annie’s talented hand and the bump of her thigh now against his. He watches her gasp, head thrown back as Stack wretches her panties to the side and digs his nose straight in to get a smell of her pussy. That sensitivity Smoke has been building up all night putting her on edge. Annie places one hand on the back of Stack’s head, fucking up his waves as her fingertips push through the tamed curls. Her other beacons Smoke with a single curl of her pointer finger. 

“Stand.” Annie pants before moaning and trying to buck forward in her chair as Stack starts licking into her. Stack’s arms snake around her hips, pulling a leg over his shoulder to lock her in place so he can drill his tongue in deeper. His mustache scratches against the soft skin of her inner thighs making lightning crawl all over her down there when his lips peck her pearl.

Smoke does as instructed, standing up as he frees dick from his pants, letting it bob out, hard and veiny as it taps against the side of Annie’s jaw. Smoke girts his teeth as Annie turns her head towards him and starts to lick up the side of his shaft. Smoke shakes his head with a hiss as she swirls the tip, his hand cuffing the back of her head.

“All this craziness you talked, a ‘course you want somethin’ down ya throat for it.” Smoke scolds her. Annie hums, a smile in her eyes as she gazes up at him. Annie hollows out her cheeks, and slowly bobs down him, small chokes as his dick jumps in her mouth. She slides back off of him just as slowly, ending with a wet plop and whining moan. She clutches over Stack's head while he teases the pearl of her pussy properly with his tongue until her back arches as she squirts down the mouth muscle.

“You…fuc… you gonna shut me up?” She asks Smoke though broken moans.

Smoke is swift to swing his leg over so he straddles her in a stand and slips dick down her throat. 

Both moan aloud at the movement, Annie’s free hand claws at his hip and up his torso as Smoke start to fuck her face with a swift and damn near rough pace. His nails tangle into curls at the nape of her neck while he guides her head. Smoke swears at the sloppy noises the keen fromAnnie as she loses rhythm and bucks further onto Stack’s tongue. Her legs shake and threaten to damn near locking him in as she comes closer to orgasm. Stack hikes her leg up higher upon his shoulder and adds his thumb into her as well. 

Smoke gets tight as Annie uncontrollably hums her moan of pleasure out onto his shaft. Smoke wipes the tears off her cheek.

“Yeah, get the nut outta her bruh. I’m tryna see her cry on my shit.” Smoke growls. Smoke deepens his pace and Annie wraps both arms around his waist, nails digging into his lower back as he fuck her mouth. 

Annie cums apart as Stack spells his name inside her, pussy flowing down her chin to dribble onto his chest. He keeps lapping it up as Annie shivers and her knee presses onto the side of his face.  Smoke comes with a swearing shout. Annie whimpers with leaky tears as she swallows it in the midst of her own sex high. 

Stack takes a prize and crawls out from under the table, the front of him wet with Annie. He’s just in time to look up and see Smoke step out from in front of her. He takes in her heaving chest, blows out eyes, curls coming loose as she gasps with sticky lips. 

“You tryna see if we taste the same too, Annie-girl? I promise I’m sweeter.” Stack flirts as he whirls her panties around on his finger. He then balls it up and starts to wipe off his beard, his dick jumps at the fucked out look on Annie’s face. Annie stands, a stagger in her step for a moment that Smoke corrects. She pats his arm with gratitude before gesturing to him to sit back down himself. Smoke obliges, sitting with a heavy sigh as he watches her walk to the doorway, she looks over her shoulder and starts to roll down the straps off her nightgown..

“Fuck.”

“Lord, Ann!”

Annie giggles as the crumbled fabric falls to her feet and she stands naked before them both.

“Round twos in the bedroom boys, I gotta lay down. First one there is first one in.” 

Both brothers scramble in chase of her. 

----

While snowy winters in Mississippi are rare, they aren’t impossible. The snow steadily falling outside means it is cold, and that means that the whole of Clarksdale, Black or White, is locked into their homes. 

Bunked in and bored to death. 

However! Annie has a plan to address the need to keep both busy and warm, with a soft smile on her face she watches her tea kettle tink and clink as the water starts to boil. Annie sways in place as she grinds together the warming spices of ginger and cardamom along, some floral tones of dried rose and jasmine into plain black tea leaves for her custom ‘Nice n’ Warm’ blend. 

She eyes down Smoke’s finely sculpted back; he is clad in just a pair of pajama pants and his under-tank his brown skin striking against the white of the top and silver of his dog tags. The sight prompts Annie to add a few more pinches of dried Hybrid Damiana aka Love Leaf aka a potent aphrodisiac she’s been custom growing for a while. Hell it was this tea blend alone that was the cause of the mini-baby waved in Clarksdale two summers ago. Can’t do nothing but fuck to cure the fever it causes. 

Meanwhile, Smoke watches the harsh flurries of white hit the window pane trying to calculate when would be the best time to run out to the side of the house to get more wood for the fireplace. His brow frowns at the new sight just outside the glass.

“I know that ain’t…. That dumbass!” Smoke scowls as he gets up and hurries out of the room to tug on his sweater and denim coat. Annie frowns herself and looks at the window just to roll her eyes with another exasperated sigh as she sifts the blend into a silk tea bag to plop into the kettle.

 There, trudging through the falling snow in just a trench coat, hat, and scarf with a messenger bag clutched in his ungloved fist, is Stack. Annie giggles at the scolding Smoke was laying into his brother as he hurries over the yard while the younger twin slips ’n’ slides on the ice slick footpath. Annie watches as the two basically collide together trying to stop the other from slipping on the ice which inspires a whole new slew of scolding to leave Smoke’s mouth as they hit the snowy ground anyway. She giggles harder yet reluctantly pulls on a long cardigan over her thin house-dress for modesty-sake.

“And why the hell you out in this?!” Smoke’s voice booms as the two finally make it back to the poach in one piece. Stack hurries to knock the snow off his boots and leaves them just in the doorway first, rolling his eyes at Smoke’s questioning. Stack makes a point to toss his snowy coat onto Smoke, making sure the cold of it hits his brother in the face. 

“I can’t visit my damn brother and sister-in-law anymore?” Stack argues back before yelping as Smoke slaps snow onto the back of his head with a satisfied smirk at the younger’s jumping shiver. Stack flicks him off as he turns into the kitchen to smile brightly at Annie, the last of his shivers starting to melt in the warmth of her house. He pulls her into a half hug that makes her flinch from the cold but still grin.

“Hey Annie-girl!”

“Hey, ‘Lias.”

“Not in a damn ice storm, ya can’t!” Smoke argues as he puts away their coats. Stack waves him off before settling into the chair Smoke was occupying beforehand and starts to rub his hands together to warm them up.

“Well, I was about to die over at my house. So I gotta valid excuse.” Stack says and Annie gives him a bewildered look. 

“What’s wrong? Heater dead?” Annie asks as she sets up two mugs with generous amounts of clove-infused honey into the bottoms before slowly pouring her custom tea.

“Well my dear Annie! It’s pretty simple… I was bored.” Stack explains with a serious expression that cracks into a sly grin as Annie chuckles. 

“Stack…. Git outta my house.” Smoke deadpans and that sends the chuckles into cackles from Annie.

“Wow! My own brother! Wanna cast me out into the cold and frozen streets to suffer! To frost over, fall and shatter into ice! Annie, how'd you meet such a cruel man!” Stack overreacts, moping in performance. Smoke scowls as he takes out the other chair and crosses his glorious arms, now hidden by a sweater.  

“Ah, you’d be a’ight nigga.”

“Elijah, be nice to lil brother.” Annie teases with a kiss to the side of her husband’s head as she settles one of the aphrodisiac mugs in front of him and warms her hand on her own. She then prepares the other kettle with plain water to boil once again. She contemplates making it all chamomile and lavender to knock her brother-in-law out so she could get her nut in, in peace. 

“Yeah! Be nice to lil brother, like the woman said!” Stack places the messenger bag on the table and starts to dig through it. “ An’ for you Annie! I got some new records for ya, hot off the press outta Atlanta” Stack bribes her. Annie oohs while Smoke rolls his eyes and lights his pipe, she pulls out the small circle and eyes the label for a name. The only thing scrawled on the little paper circle of pink is “ Dirty Lucille.”

“So bored? Whatcha tryna do?” Annie asks Stack as she accepts the gift, being a proper host while Smoke takes a big sip of his tea in trying to warm back up. 

“Uhm, I don't know. What was ya’ll ‘bout to get into?”

“Hibernation.” Smokes deadpans, making Stack’s face drop into a matching look of disengagement as he turns his head to look at Annie, a move that says with not a word “this nigga.” Both men give soft smiles as Annie clutches her belly with laughter at the two's antics. She walks around the kitchen table, sipping her mug as she goes back towards the sitting room and further back to the bedroom.

“Give me a second. Let me get my donimos, work some money off the both of ya’. Elijah’s gonna wash the dishes.” Annie taunts with a wink as she leaves. Smoke unabashedly watches the heavy sway of her wide hips and bounce of her ass. So entranced in the look of his wife he didn’t notice Stack’s eyes roaming her over as well. He takes in her upper curves and the glistening skin of her neck that was showcased with her hair pulled up in a puff. 

Stack swallows heavily and rolls his toothpick over his teeth; he then gets up to busy himself so Smoke didn’t catch on to him. Stack snags another mug out the cupboard and hums at the two kettles. He eyes the one that already had the white ribbon of a tea bag hanging out of it and pours some from it along with two big scoops of sugar. He barely lets the cane sugar melt before taking back a big gulp and humming at the strong warming flavors.

Both brothers settle down, Stack rolling a cig to share when Annie comes back in with a cheshire grin and sets the bright blue tin full of dark wood dominos with dots of bold white on the table. She hands the tablet of paper to Stack, who automatically divides it into threes and puts little nicknames on top to signify who's who. Annie slides Smoke the thin domino stand out the box before dumping the little bricks onto the table and her Man starts to mix them with instigating clacks. 

“Now Annie, I love ya! But you just any ole nigga when it comes to dominos. I ain’t gonna be nice and soft like him.” Stack taunts with a point of his thumb to Smoke. Annie scoffs and flicks his forehead.

“You can keep runnin’ that mouth, cause I’m finna run them pockets.”

“My pockets!?”

“Imma start with ten dollars down, unless ya pussy?”

“American green?” Stack asks with a sly grin that turns wild as Annie pulls out a true ten dollar bill from her cleavage and slaps it down where the game is going to be built. Stack is quick to pull out a roll of cash  from his pocket and adds two tens in. 

Smoke smacks his lips then gasps when both brother and wife whip their heads around to him.

“Where’s ya bread bruh?”

“Hell nah, I ain’t sacrificing my green to you damn chickenheads!” Smoke swears as he pulls his seven dominos from the pile. 

“Dem sound like broke nigga words. Dem words all you can afford, Elijah?” Stack says. Smoke rolls his eyes watching Annie take a gulp of her tea and lick the lush of her lips.

“Ain’t broke, my habits keep me from that. Like not letting yo cotton-mouth ass con me.

“Ah, baby! I thought you just played in puss, not that ya was one.” Annie tuts next and Stacks hollers as Smoke gasps at his wife.

“Watcha self woman ‘fore I have ya bent over my knee wit something in ya mouth!”

“ ‘Long as some money on it! Put it in, Mister Moore.” Annie ends with a purr that makes both brothers shiver. Smoke kisses his teeth but takes his denim coat off, making a show of pulling out the roll from the inner pocket then tossing a twenty and ten on the pile. 

Just like that, the game begins. 

For the next 40 minutes nothing but rude taunts, flirty insults, and dominos slams fill the air of the little kitchen that gains so much heat the window fogs. All three mugs of Nice ‘n’ Warm are bone dry empty and sweat rolls down all three’s of their brows. Stack’s eyes damn near cross between looking at his hand of bricks and the glistening of Annie’s tiddies. She’s taken off her cardigan 20 minutes in, uncaring to the sharp side eye her husband gives her in favor of taking money out of his coat pocket. Annie’s plump mounds drag on the table before jostling back in place when she kicks back in her seat. The younger twin licks sweat off his upper lip before shedding off his sweater, leaving him in his undershirt.

“Feeling that heat, Stack? Can’t take it?’

“Oh I got sumthin’ you can take a’ight, Ann. Hard!” Stack bellows slamming down a double five brick and cackling as he adds 20 to his point count. He took the swift kick to his shin by Smoke like a champ, reveling as Annie pants in a frustration that seems to be more than just competition but a madness that was starting to plague him as well.

A tightness in his pelvis only a tiddy fuck or a taste of something pink may remedy. Not being teased by his brother’s wife just sitting there in all her thick and hot body glory. 

Smoke, of course, was worse off. His dick was straight hard, one hand commands his bricks and the other on Annie’s thigh gripping a bruise into the chocolate softness. Everytime she pressed her thighs together for friction he made a point to run his fingers down her panty-covered slit forcing her to open up and Annie forced out another flirt from her sinful mouth to pretend she had some kinda upper hand. 

“Fuck you! ‘Lijah! Play that gotdamn snake eye you got so I can getta twenty piece back!” Annie fusses and Smoke smacks his teeth in time with a swat to the side of her ass. The recoil of it aches his dick to just have Annie sit on his lap and remedy him. The memories of her riding him like she’s was a Kentcky pro on a mustang almost makes say fuck it to the game and fuck off to his brother. 

“I ain’t got shit but dick to give you, Woman!” he hisses out instead as he picks up the double one anyway. Annie’s giggle is twisted.

“Man, then put it on the table!”

 Annie rolls her eyes back and lets out a moan when Smoke teases her slit again and it becomes a bit too much. She presses her hand over her mouth in surprise that it came out of her. Both Smoke and Stack grow still as a cold night. That moan… it means something… it charges the space with pure lust and pushes boundaries. Annie yanks Smoke hand off her by the wrist and Stack swallows to see his twin’s hand glistening with that bit of wetness he’d sneakily been drawing out of her.

Thoughts of symmetry filled the younger twin's mind at that moment. 

Would his hand look the same if baptised by Annie?

Annie lets out a shaky breath, they watch her body bounce as Annie presses her legs together, and straightens up. Annie placed down her third domino with a soft click, it and the crackling of the oven the only sound among them. Stack squints at his dominos, he had two options.

Win the game but lose the sight of Annie. 

Stretch the bets and see where this goes.

Annie’s eyes go wide as Stack abruptly stands. Her jaw drops to see his dick just as hard as Smoke’s, both brother’s velvety girth’s throbbing in showcase through their pants. 

“Let’s put it on the table, Ann.” Stack offers. He barely gets a chance to breath before Smoke snatches him by the collar and nearly hauls him clear across the table. 

“Fuck you say, bruh?”

“You heard me, Annie-girl said put some dick on the table, why would I refuse the lady’s request?”

Annie is between the brothers in a flash. Pressing her back against Smoke to force him to put distance between himself and Stack then Annie lays her hands against Stack’s firm pecks and staggers him back a step.

Yet, she kept her hands on him.

“Elijah. Sinmi.” She commands him, her Man sucks in a breath with a bit of a hiss between the teeth but relents. His hands drift down to her supple waist and grip her flush against him with a grid forwards. The poke of dick-printed fabric against the back of her pussy is sticky with precum and makes Annie swallow down a throaty whimper at the tease. Stack watches her inspect him, his heart pounding at her calculating glances as she undresses him with her eyes. Annie’s hands skim down his front until they rest on his waistband and from there she pops off his buckle. Stack thrust forward a bit so his pants don’t fully fall off then and there.

“Fuck this game.” Annie says. Stack eyes go wide as Smoke’s hands surge up Annie’s body to grasp Annie’s tiddies in two gripping, overspilling handfuls of plump, brown flesh. He bends down and licks a kiss onto Annie’s neck with a glare of possession.

“Yeah, fuck this game. Take yo ass on home, nigga. Annie, take yo ass on to the bedroom before I put cha on this table again.”

Annie shutters for a moment, hands flying up to his ear and tugging down it lightly with her nails.

“You ain’t the one decidin’ the game ‘ere. Ms. Annie is.” Stack stands his ground with a nod. Annie chuckles darkly at that, a throaty sound that damn near vibrates through both siblings. 

“Annie?” Smoke asks into her hair. Annie trails her hand down from Smoke’s head, then back onto his body until it runs lightly over his hardness.

“I do like a quick game….” Annie teases as she clutches him a bit and Smoke curses under his breath. Annie presses forward now, basically dragging Smoke forward as she plays her free hand down Stack’s pants. 

“Ah, shit!” He girts out as Annie gently but firmly grips around the base of his shaft. The rest of Annie fingers palm around the side, on instinct her fingertips glide and tease the vein on the left. Annie hums with intrigue, like she just invented something special or discovered something unknown to the world. 

“Damn. Ya’ll twins all the way down.” She tells them both, a desperate lick around her lips to hold back the need to salivate. As she holds both brothers now, Annie can’t help but feel a deep pressure in her core, a greedy yearning for the girth of both of ‘em to be in her in any way.

“We gonna play a quick game of bones. First person to 50, get to pick how this is goin’ down. Imma even be a little nice.  Ya win a five ya get five. Ya win a ten, ya getta ten. Ya win a 20, ya getta 20.” Annie tells them both. 

“Get 20 of what, Woman?” Smoke asks and Annie smirks. 

“20 seconds to prove something.”

Both brothers stiffen at that. She may as well have told two lions that the bone yard decided whose gonna run priderock. Annie looks at both of them with side eyes and both give matching deep grunting groans as she tightens her grip on their shafts to command attention. To command the reaction she wants.

“Yes ma’am.” They both say, it sends a pulse of pleasure through Annie’s pussy. 

Smoke and Stack sit across from each other now. Smoke’s look of righteous fury and possession against Stack’s looks of sly satisfaction and fascination. Annie eyes them both with determined lust and hunger. She flips their old game over and mixes the dominos with fast hands. Stack scratches the old game, Smoke lights the discarded cigarette and makes a point to blow the cloud straight over the dominos and into Stack’s face. 

“Ladies’ first.” Stack says as soon as Annie finishes the mix. She bites her cheek coyly and picks five. 

“Childen next.” Smoke grumbles. Stack smacks his lips as the second youngest there and takes his five. 

“Poppa’s last.” Annie teases. Stack gives a dry laugh as Smoke smirks through his selection. 

“Big six?” Annie asks. 

No one moves. 

“Double fives?” she asks again. 

Stack grins as he flips it out. 

“Ten.” He says aloud as he writes down the O on the paper. Annie’s shoulder hitch as she tries to hold back a chuckle at the sight of Smoke puffing like a dragon. 

“That’s ten Mississppis. Smoke, count ‘em.” Annie tells them.

Stack stands up, and comes to the side of Annie. She looks up at him with her doe eyes blown wide through lusty lashes and it makes him pause with a deep swallow.

“You need me to turn?” Annie asks him before he can say anything. 

“7 seconds nigga.” Smoke grumbles. 

Stack’ hands are gentle as he cuffs both of her sweat-damp breasts, palming them with increasing firmness, testing the plump flesh. Liftin’ em. Letting them drop so they bounce. Teasing the nipples hard with a roll between his thumbs and pointers.  Annie’s hand goes between her legs to press a thumb on her clit as the stimulation makes her pussy wet, needy to be played with. Stack makes a show of giving her a big wet kiss that is more a clash of teeth then something proper. A taste of the tongue, Stack goes to glance over at Smoke with a prideful smirk but Annie’s smack on the side of his thigh with her free hand turns his attention back to her. 

“Full attention soldier.” Annie commands him. Stack gives a nod, mesmerised by her before he backs off and back to his seat when Smoke barks out the last number to him. Smoke scoff, “Tiddy baby.” he taunts and Annie smacks her lips. 

“Did you forget how you sleep? Play ya hand ‘fo ya piss me off.” Annie strikes. Smoke smacks his lips but plays a throwaway hand, Annie matches it. Stack’s forced to match it, all of them are crossed legged in the pressure. Smoke tosses another hand and Annie strikes with a smirk, linking a three with the two on the opposite side of the layout.

“Five.” Annie announces, watching Stack mark it before she stands. She circles the both of them, eyes scanning for selection on who’s gonna get her little bit of time. Annie dips her head down allowing only a few millimeters of distance, damn near hovering her juicy lips from either of ‘em. Cinnamon laced breath puffing temptation onto either of the brothers’ ears but never delivering.

Smoke lets out another tobacco cloud to billow over his lips as Annie lingers around the back of Stack’s neck. The elder watches with piercing jealousy as Stack inhales Annie’s scent and tips his head back for just a chance of her lips. Annie swerves back with a smirk as she makes her way over to Smoke instead. Annie’s hand cuffs his chin and pitches it up.

“Count ‘em.” Smoke growls as Annie lips damn near eat his down as they kiss. Annie hands rub Smoke’s neck as her man grips her ass and pulls her closer. Stack rolls his lips in as he watches the way Annie’s ass jiggles, the impressions of Smoke’s fingers into that softness, the way she drags her nails down the column of Smoke’s throat. 

“Five!” He grits out and Annie hums. She makes sure to smack loudly as she comes out of the kiss. Swatting Smoke’s hand down. Annie smirks before walking back to her seat.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The three of them play. 

“Your play, baby.” Annie reminds him.

Ten seconds - Smoke fingers into Annie for all ten counts until she panting.

Five seconds - Stack has Annie swirl her wet tongue around his tip.

Twenty seconds - Annie has Stack sucking her toes while she bites and sucks bruises into Smoke’s neck. 

Ten seconds - Stack leaves hickeys upon Annie left breast and damn near a bruise with his grip on her right. All while she grinds down deliciously on his lap.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Teases and preludes to something truly sinful. 

“Fifty!” Annie shouts as she slams down a double two that leaves her with the last ten points to win on the table. 

Both men practically sit at attention with anticipation for just what she could have in store for them. Annie leans forward, crossing her arms and leaning on one of her hands as she looks the two of them over.

Annie eyes Stack’s mouth as her hand drifts over to Smoke’s thigh. The many tales Mary shared to Annie about Stack’s gift for eating it come to mind. While Smoke wasn’t a chump of an eater, his skills were better used for drilling into her and tossing her around then just praying to pussy. She liked to make Smoke twitch, the back and forth of control was critical to her.

“Elias?” Annie asks after another minute, eyes low as her voice becomes sultry. She starts to palm and tease Smoke’s dick with her hand while commanding him. Stack hums, spitting his toothpick to the side at the sight of Annie jabbing a finger down. 

“You gonna defend your reputation?” She asks him.

With a shark-like grin, Stack sinks down off his chair, crawls under the table and pulls her legs apart.  Smoke blink harshly, flinching at Annie’s talented hand and the bump of her thigh now against his. He watches her gasp, head thrown back as Stack wretches her panties to the side and digs his nose straight in to get a smell of her pussy. That sensitivity Smoke has been building up all night putting her on edge. Annie places one hand on the back of Stack’s head, fucking up his waves as her fingertips push through the tamed curls. Her other beacons Smoke with a single curl of her pointer finger. 

“Stand.” Annie pants before moaning and trying to buck forward in her chair as Stack starts licking into her. Stack’s arms snake around her hips, pulling a leg over his shoulder to lock her in place so he can drill his tongue in deeper. His mustache scratches against the soft skin of her inner thighs making lightning crawl all over her down there when his lips peck her pearl.

Smoke does as instructed, standing up as he frees dick from his pants, letting it bob out, hard and veiny as it taps against the side of Annie’s jaw. Smoke girts his teeth as Annie turns her head towards him and starts to lick up the side of his shaft. Smoke shakes his head with a hiss as she swirls the tip, his hand cuffing the back of her head.

“All this craziness you talked, a ‘course you want somethin’ down ya throat for it.” Smoke scolds her. Annie hums, a smile in her eyes as she gazes up at him. Annie hollows out her cheeks, and slowly bobs down him, small chokes as his dick jumps in her mouth. She slides back off of him just as slowly, ending with a wet plop and whining moan. She clutches over Stack's head while he teases the pearl of her pussy properly with his tongue until her back arches as she squirts down the mouth muscle.

“You…fuc… you gonna shut me up?” She asks Smoke though broken moans.

Smoke is swift to swing his leg over so he straddles her in a stand and slips dick down her throat. 

Both moan aloud at the movement, Annie’s free hand claws at his hip and up his torso as Smoke start to fuck her face with a swift and damn near rough pace. His nails tangle into curls at the nape of her neck while he guides her head. Smoke swears at the sloppy noises the keen fromAnnie as she loses rhythm and bucks further onto Stack’s tongue. Her legs shake and threaten to damn near locking him in as she comes closer to orgasm. Stack hikes her leg up higher upon his shoulder and adds his thumb into her as well. 

Smoke gets tight as Annie uncontrollably hums her moan of pleasure out onto his shaft. Smoke wipes the tears off her cheek.

“Yeah, get the nut outta her bruh. I’m tryna see her cry on my shit.” Smoke growls. Smoke deepens his pace and Annie wraps both arms around his waist, nails digging into his lower back as he fuck her mouth. 

Annie cums apart as Stack spells his name inside her, pussy flowing down her chin to dribble onto his chest. He keeps lapping it up as Annie shivers and her knee presses onto the side of his face.  Smoke comes with a swearing shout. Annie whimpers with leaky tears as she swallows it in the midst of her own sex high. 

Stack takes a prize and crawls out from under the table, the front of him wet with Annie. He’s just in time to look up and see Smoke step out from in front of her. He takes in her heaving chest, blows out eyes, curls coming loose as she gasps with sticky lips. 

“You tryna see if we taste the same too, Annie-girl? I promise I’m sweeter.” Stack flirts as he whirls her panties around on his finger. He then balls it up and starts to wipe off his beard, his dick jumps at the fucked out look on Annie’s face. Annie stands, a stagger in her step for a moment that Smoke corrects. She pats his arm with gratitude before gesturing to him to sit back down himself. Smoke obliges, sitting with a heavy sigh as he watches her walk to the doorway, she looks over her shoulder and starts to roll down the straps off her nightgown..

“Fuck.”

“Lord, Ann!”

Annie giggles as the crumbled fabric falls to her feet and she stands naked before them both.

“Round twos in the bedroom boys, I gotta lay down. First one there is first one in.” 

Both brothers scramble in chase of her. 

----

“I just don’t have it Annie. Shit, I’m sorry I shou- aht aht! I don’t wanna hear that from you! It doesn’t matter if you don’t have it, because I know for a fact that Stack has it. Just sent him a picture of you looking cute with it, then boom, you got the money for it. Shit, if you look real good, probably more. The brothers are easy like that.” Annie says nonchalantly and your jaw drops.

“Huh?”

Annie eyes you with concern now, like you had bumped your head and was talking gibberish. “You mean to tell me that Elias ain’t in your pocket by now? He’s a 50/50 nigga?”

“What? No, no! He’s not, he always pays for our dates, he's never seen my wallet or he prepays before we do something. We always go grocery shopping together and he swipes his card when I put the bags in the cart. I…. I guess, uh.. I-I don’t know. But! No way am I having him drop 600 on a bag…even though.. Well.” You ramble off into nervous silence at the deadpan look Annie was now casting over you. 

“You got Apple Pay or Cashapp?” Annie says gently after melting a bit at your discomfort. Wow, you really had no idea. 

“Yeah?”

“Is Stack a gold man or a silver man?” Annie asks next. You think back for a moment, Stack definitely likes his gold, you even had on one of his gold chains he gifted you under your shirt. 

“Gold.” you say, Annie nods then waves you over to the racks. "It's good that you know that, now pick a coat.” She directs you. You swallow and back away from the bag that begged you to pick it up, Annie points at it and you grab it before joining her at the rack. 

“Find one that matches it while I holla at Rochelle.” Annie commands you softly making you sigh as she saunters off with her collection of coats. You scan through the coat pretending to not see the increasing price tag until you spot a beautiful calf length mahogany mink coat that went perfect with the bag. 

“Uhm.. I got it!” You call throughout the store. Annie appears at the doorway of the large private room in the back and waves you over again. Once you arrive and close the door behind you, you gasp to find Annie dressed in the  floor-length white and gray lynx coat she was eyeing earlier. 

Only that lynx coat. The only other thing on her body was a silver and diamond jewelry set and a white lacy lingerie set. Annie nods over at Rochelle who was flickering through sets of lingerie next to a locked glass case of jewelry. 

“Tell Rochelle your size and she can hook you up with a set. You’re with a Moore man now, girl. Men like that have too much money in they damn pocket and they make it our job to drain it so they can make some more. How much was the bag and coat?” Annie advises. You swallow as you trail your eyes up and down the beautiful woman.

“Uhmm.. 600 hundred on the bag, the coat is over 4,000$ dollars.” you say and Annie hums in thought. 

“It’s a good start. Rocki, make sure whatever she gets is over 300 dollars. You and Stack ain’t got kids, you can play around a bit more.” Annie says. and you shake your head in disbelief but go over to the dainty dark skinned woman and get dressed.

Annie watches from her chair, drinking a lovely glass of chardonnay as you open the curtain to the dressing area to reveal yourself. Rochelle dressed you in a brown nude set with crystals the only thing to hide your nipples and pussy from view. A 3 layer set of gold chains around your neck, gold rings on every finger and diamond hoops. A pair of dark brown Throne Mink pumps on your feet and the mink coat on your body.

Annie hums as it her turn to eye you down, checking out your smooth skinned shining with shimmer body oil. You tiddies sitting pretty as fuck surrounded by gold and your french curl braids all pinned into a high pony tail with one piece down and framing the side of your face. Annie rubs her thick thigh before becoming you over to come and sit on it. 

A giddiness you can’t explain fills you at her dominating gesture as you click over and do as such. Annie nods her approval as you sit, she hands you the glass she was drinking on then fills it again before taking a swing from the bottle.

“Take your drink, girl.” Annie says and you feel a coil of arousal in your gut and do as such again. Annie takes another pull off the bottle as her free hand rubs up your back with nails grazing the back of your neck before playing into the bottom curls. She licks her lips and you watch her tongue before it speaks wisdom. 

“Does Stack like your hair up in a ponytail?”

“I think so…”

“You think so?”

“All the pictures with his ex have her hair up in a ponytail. Stack paid for it for my birthday.” you say and Annie shakes her head as she pinches your chin between her thumb and pointer. 

“That’s Mary, yous Y/n. Ya look real pretty wit it down.” Annie says as she reaches back and releases the tension and your braids cascade down to their length around your lower back. Annie smiles as she tucks the framing braid behind your ear. 

“There. That’s better. So tell me what you know about what Stack likes.” Annie asks as she hand drops from your hair to your shoulder, nails dragging up and down your soft skin in a way that makes you shiver. You drink down half of your glass in sexual nervousness and Annie giggles at it as she places a hand on its rim to stop you. You accidentally kiss her finger, tasting rose, and you hitch back so you don’t put it in your mouth. Wine hitting you like a mack truck, fuck, were your really about to fuck on your sister-in-law?

“Go on and tell me,” Annie encourages, “I’ll tell you now. Smoke likes me in silver, crystals, and black leather. Or his favorite color. What’s Stack’s favorite color?” Annie asks, getting closer to your ear. You swallow and think back to your boyfriend's preferences. 

“Red. Any shade but I really like it when I have pink tips.”  you tell her as your hand brushes her knee and Annie hums.

“Is that why you got them?” Annie says and shrugs. “He’s in a better mood when I have them on, He says my hands look pretty on his dick when I get pink nails.” you inform her.

“Yet, you paid for them today?” Annie asks with a frown, she tuts when she feels your cheeks warm under her lips as she pecks your cheek.

“Yea….”

“Add it to his bill.”

“His bill?”

“Yeah his bill, Stack knows better than to let you run around here thinking you gotta pay for a damn thing. You billin’ that nigga tonight!” Annie tells you sharply with a slap to your outer thigh in her outburst that makes you gasp and clutch the edge of her coat. 

“Yes ma’am!” you gasp out suddenly, then muffle yourself in shock at what the Hoodoo woman just dragged outta you. Annie presses her hand over the irritated skin and rubs making your whine. “Go on and get another drink.” she commands and you do as such before Annie takes the glass and sets it on the side table with the bottle. Once away, she slightly smacks the sore spot then holds it with a pressing grip while her other hand turns your head. You pant as she speaks and sinks into you. 

“Smoke likes it when I wear blue. If I get something in blue I get a little extra. He likes it when I smell like vanilla and roses. What does Stack like you smelling like?” Annie says as she gets into the cove of your neck and takes a deep breath of you, she hums.

“Stong and floral I’m not surprised. Jasmine?’ she says and you nod.

“Yeah, it’s the last of a bottle I got before we got together. He likes to grab it and spray it on me if he stays the night.” You tell her, going shaky and airy by the end when Annie starts to kiss and suck on your neck while grasping your breast in one hand. You gasp, then moans at her talents, blinking back as you feel your pussy tingle. 

You press your legs together and Annie giggles on your pulse at the action and pulls back with a teasing smile. 

“Brand and price of the bottle, top of your head.” She quizzes you and you blink heavily at Annie as your right mind has to find your brain.

“Christian Dior, 200 dollars.” You say dumbly as Annie says as he moves you so you now straddle her thigh. Both of her hands on your hips as her thumbs press into the sides and her mouth goes on your cleavage, you toss your head back and sigh as you follow Annie's prompting and start to ride on her thigh.

“Good Girl. Add it to his tab. Add it all up. How much yo pussy worth, Honey Tell me all the costs.” she says as you sucks bruising hickies on your tender skin all while slick arousal drips through the sheer mesh and crystal of your panties to wet her thigh.

“I, i, uh… Fuck!” you bite out then gasp when Annie slaps your thigh.

“Count it! Start at the perfume you let the nigga use up.’

“200!”

“Nails.” Annie dips her thumb in your wine cup

“175!”

“Hair.” Annie says as she makes show of putting it in your mouth and wetting it slick with her spit. You can’t help but lick your lips back at the tease. 

“400!”

“Matching set.” Annie says her hand fins hold on your inner thigh and her thumb slips in through the side of your panties. The smell of pussy hitting the air makes your both moan. 

“360! Annn!” you whine as Annie’s thumb flicks through your glossy pussy lip, searching to the top of it for your pearl.

“Shoes?” 

“Nuhg?” You pant out, unable to think as Annie starts to bounce you on her thigh, thickness shaking. A sharp slap of Annie’s free hand on your ass cheek brings your back and you flush at the stern look of arousal on her face. 

“Focus girl, you need to be able to count and fuck or you ain’t getting shit but lunch money from ya nigga. Shoes, brand and price?”

“Ken-Kendall Mi-miles! 615!” You moan out. Annie smiles as she hears your just as she finds that button in you and starts to circle it just right.

“Keep going now, Honey. Mink coat?”

“4,000!” you cry out then ground down with a cry, tears of pleasure ruining your face when Annie smacks your ass again and her thumb flicks violently on your clit in a way that jolts you.

“Exact price! Gotta make sure your receipt is correct, girl. Mink coat?”

“4,879! Fuck, I finna cum Ann!” you cry out with a deep whimper as you collapse in on her. Annie laughs as you clutch around her shoulder and your whimpers fill her ear. Still your ride, groaning gutturally as she slips her thumb down and sinks it into your pussy properly. You gasp sharply at the full fill, but Annie shakes her head 

“Can’t cum until the count is finished, Honey. How much that bag you want, Honey?” Annie starts to pump her thumb into all the while guiding your hips with her free hand. 

“Nuh, Uh… fuck! Six…six, fuck Annie please, I-”

SMACK!

“600!” you yell out finally head landing on her shoulder and Annie nods in approval as she turns her head and brings your mouth in for a kiss. You both moan into each other's mouths as your lips smack together your tongue lazy in ecstasy as you taste the wine off Annie’s. Annie pauses in guiding your hips so her free hand drops and she properly places it in your panties. 

Two fingers sink into your pussy while Annie’s thumb goes back to resting on your clit. You groan out in whiny frustration as Annie just lets her fingers sit there, no movement, just filling you, teasing you with what they could do. 

“Fuck me! Fuck, Annnnnn please ma’am.. Please let me cum. I’m so close.” you pant out. Annie’s laugh rumbles through your chest and echos through your ears as your head goes fuzzy. 

“Finish your count. Add it up. Let me hear ya do it. I need to know the final price.” Annie says and you curse but moan.

“200 and 175… tha-that’s-s 375.”

“Uh-huh.” Annie encourages as she starts by slowly recirculating your clit, wetting it with your slickness. 

“375 an-and uhm, 400? That’s 775!” you damn near shout. Annie gently curls her fingers and hits a new spot in your that makes stars start to fall in your head and draws out whimpers from you.

“Don’t lose count now, you quiet.” Annie teases. SHe slips her thumb out from your and places it on your lips. 

“Take a taste, come back to your senses and finish adding Stack’s bill.” Annie tells you. You sway your head up and go down on her thumb, licking yourself off her. Annie motions with a nods and your tilt your head up, she stretched your cheek a bit, giggles at the fucked out look in your eyes.

“Where are we at Y/n? Where’s your count?”

“775 ma’am” you mumble out around her thumb and she pops it out your mouth then puts it back down between ya’ll’s laps and on that button that had your jolt on her.

“So polite. I like that. 775 and what?” Annie says as she starts fingering you again and your shiver. 

“775 and 360. It’ssss, damn.. 1,135?” you squeak, your eyes roll as Annie nods in approval and she quickens the pace, prompting you to try and bounce again. Annie giggles as your too fuck out to try, leaning into her again, you bite into her shoulder making Annie groans. She shakes her head to connect back to the task at hand.

“Nah, stop distractin’! Keep counting.” Annie says and you moan.

“6,000!” 

“And? Don’t forget ya bag, Hun. That’s why we are here, Honey. I’ll let you be nice and round it up.” Annie says she pumps fast, bracing you on her as you start to shake and cum.

“Seven bands!” You cry out as your eyes roll back and come apart on Annie’s thigh, pussy squirting over both of your laps. You moans are music to Annie’s ears and your tears are sweet as she licks them off your cheek before kissing you. Annie kisses you throughout your come down, rubbing on your ass and you swear you see flashes all around you but can’t decide if it is the room or the flares of pleasure still going off in your head. 

After a few minutes of settling, cool dampness settles upon you and brings you back to your right mind. You pull back and take deep breaths. Annie settles back herself, watching you come back to yourself as she rubs your back. 

“Annie….”

“Double it.”

“...Wha?” 

“You counted it to seven thousand. Double that, that’s what you're gonna bill Stack today. Can ya stand?” Annie says. 

You swallow and give a shallow nod with a dazed glaze in your eyes. Annie shakes her head with a soft smile and holds your hip down so you wouldn’t try and stand. Annie reaches over and takes an ice cube from the bucket the wine once lived in and places it in your mouth. You look away shyly as you chew the ice down, letting it melt down your throat. You open your mouth and Annie gives you two more before you can properly nod and say, “Yes ma’am.”

Annie helps you stand, you feel like a new born horse stumbling around. Annie holds your hand and gently pulls you towards a floor-to-celing mirror lined with vanity lights. You and Annie check out one another then yourselves in the mirror. Both of your legs had extra glisten to them, the bite you gave her visible on Annie’s shoulder while the hickey rested boldly on your neck and tiddies. 

“Bag.” Annie says. Rochelle emerges from behind the dressing room curtain where she waited and hands you the chocolate leather Telfar. She then hands Annie her phone and a little whiteboard with 14K written on it. Rochelle then grabs both your and Annie’s phones and motions for ya’ll to turn towards her with the mirror in the back. Annie places an arm around your back and you naturally start to pose to show off your bag and mink and matching set and jewelry. Annie can’t help but let out a giddy giggle and kiss your cheek, you’re getting it now, you’re joining the program. 

“Let’s take a picture, Honey.”

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Stack sighs as locks the safe and stands, he takes the pencil from behind his ear and records last night count on the books. Smoke sets a box of new cigars to sell tonight on the table. Before Stack can ask about the sample his phone pings with your custom notification. Stack smiles at it and Smoke smirks. 

Then Smoke’s phone pings with Annie’s notification. Smoke smiles, Stack smirks. 

“Seems out girls are having a good day out. Y/n stays all in her shell and shit. I'm glad she’s getting out.” Stack says before he opens his messages. Smoke watches his brother's eyes go wide and mouth drop a little bit before pressing his phone to his chest and looking towards the doorway. 

On his screen you posed in the lingerie and mink coat holding the bag with your pretty pink-tipped hand. Ass out, legs long and ungodly in gold shimmer and your heels. Your tiddies poked up, hair cascading down and framing your pretty face as your bite on his chain. 

Sweetness🍫🤎:  14k E-man? 🥺 I really, really want to show your my new coat in person 😚

Stack swallows,  he turns back so he faces the safe again so his brother doesn't see how hard he was becoming at that. Before he can formulate a response his phone pings again, a message from Annie. Stack hums curiously and goes to it.

His fucking jaw drops. 

There you were riding Annie thigh, wetness on display your head tossed back in ecstasy as Annie licks the side of your neck and stares with challenge into the camera. The next was her licking tears off your fucked out face. The text message that follows has Stack whipping around to drill daggers into a smug Smoke.

Ann da Homie: Betta pay ya bill in full before I tell Smokey to put a bid on ya girl for me. 14k is well within my allowance. 😈

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TAGLIST

Sammie arrives at the Calvary Hill Church of Kansas City on a Wednesday at noon. Some of the drummers he bumped into on his travels told him about the pastor’s hospitality towards traveling musicians. Offering free lunch in the fellowship hall after noon prayer, breakfast and dinner on Sundays, providing information on where the sundown towns were and finally letting any musicians stay up to a month in the guest rooms in the basement of the church. If they promise to perform for every Sunday of their stay.

It was a deal that Sammie desperately needed, the car was in need of repairs and Sammie was in need of money, hot meals and a bed to replenish himself. Possibly a medicine woman to make a salve to further heal his aching scars. Possible some pussy. So here he was, him and his guitar slipping into the back of the sanctuary as noon prayer starts with a reciting of the Psalm 23.

Sammie bows his head as he recites but also scoops out the room and its people in a way that would make Smoke proud. The church was decently big, could pack about 300 holly-rollers plus a full pulpit and band at a time, warm tan wood and blue-green stain glass everywhere. About 40 people were in attendance for this noon prayer, mostly maids, typists, and warehouse men on their lunch breaks.

Sammie spots the pastor and first lady instantly by the way they hold themselves at the front of the church, leading the scripture. The pastor here is the opposite of Sammie’s father, he’s a bald cinnamon skinned man with a tall bulky frame like John Henry’s. He's dressed casually in brown slacks and a light green button down with a corresponding jacket. On her knees at a prayer bench to the right of the man was his wife. She’s an ample shaped older woman with soft deep brown skin in a long sage green dress and cream cardigan her gold cross necklace gleaming on her neck as she deeply prayed with an oiled prayer cloth between her hands.

However, who truly caught Sammie's eye, was the figure to the left of the two. A young woman ‘bout the same age as Sammie stands proudly even with a bowed head that has her ribbon coils falling like a curtain over her face. Her body is greatly blessed, every curve filled perfectly even through her long denim dress. Lips thick and pretty with burgundy lipstick as they curse the devil, skin a perfect blend of browns and gleaming in the sun through the windows. She suddenly shakes her coils back and her eyes open, they are dark and lovely fox-like eyes.

And they look right into Sammie. Sammie nods at the little gapped-tooth smirk she sent him, they’ve recognized each other instantly.

Gotta be a preacher’s kid thing.

With his belly full off a pork chop sandwich and bowl of greens, Sammie stands at the front of the empty sanctuary. In front of him sits Pastor Curtis, First Lady Irene, and their lovely eldest child, Sabel, waiting as Sammie tunes his guitar before going into his rendition of This Little Light of Mine. Pastor Curtis nods along with closed eyes. First Lady Irene sways in spirit with clasped hands.

And Sabel, the young woman that made sure he was first plate? She’s eyeing Preacher Boy down, from his scared yet handsome face to his broadening shoulders and finally studying how his skilled hands drew a song on the guitar stings. Sammie raises an eyebrow that promises to play a song outta her too. Once he ends his performance Curtis gives a single strong clap that echoes like thunder through the high ceilings as he stands with a pleased grin.

“That was beautiful Sammuel! We’d be blessed to have you play during your stay here, been a year or two since we’ve hadda guitar man bring his praise. My darlin’ Sabel here is the head of YWPP and our youth hospitality board. She can show you to the guest room downstairs and tell ya a few places for colored folks round here that you can explore or shop at. Our choir meets every Thursday and Friday at five, you be there, get acquainted with Mother Opal, she's our beloved church mother and our Music director.” Curtis explains.

Sammie nods along, smiling when he is supposed too, giving firm handshakes and showing off his bible knowledge when he is supposed too. All his years of placating his father and studying Stack’s slickness made Sammie prime to impress.

Curtis and Irene leave to get back to their day jobs as school teachers and Sabel leads Sammie to the guest rooms. Back down the stairs to the basement level, through the fellowship hall and into a short hall that holds a bathroom and two bedrooms. Sammie hums at his humble abode for the next few weeks; a stripped twin bed, a wardrobe, a desk with a fan, two chairs and a mirror.

Sabel marches straight over to the desk and turns the fan on, she fake fans herself, gives a small sorry about how stuffy the room must be that leads into the excuse for her to pop the first two buttons of her dress open

“Go on and set your stuff down while I getcha some sheets on this bed. Get comftable” Sabel tells him as she comes back to him with switching hips. Sammie does as such, setting his guitar case on the desk before sitting on the chair. He takes off his jacket and vest as he watches Sabel bend down to the bottom of the wardrobe, ass poking as her sweet voice drifts out.

“So, you’re this Preacher Boy they’ve been raving about lately.” She says, Sammie gives a startled blink.

“Ya’ll don’ heard ‘bout me way ova here, already?” Sammie asks and Sabel nods as she stands and plops a set of white sheets and a pillow on the bed

“Sure have, well- I have atleast. Some Little Rock blowers raved ‘boutcha two weeks ago. They said the roof may as well been on fire. You play background before?” Sabel asks and Sammie nods. It’s been two years since he’s left Clarksdale and all he’d done was scrap by playing clubs to network and picking up one-time sessions at random studios for handfuls of dollars.

“I’ve jammed with a few. Went back and forth with T-Bone Walker a few months ago.” Sammie drops and it makes Sabel snap-n-point at him.

“In Memphis?”

Sammie nods and Sabel hums, hitting a sweet note of intrigue.

“Me and my girls had a listening party on you! I think.”

“You wanna hear something live?” Sammie offers as she pulls on sheets and goes to fluff the pillow out. Sabel hums as she plops down on his bed letting her legs spread, dress hiking to show off her thick mile-long legs.

“Tommorrow, after choir practice ends around seven. Me, Erza, Charles and Deet is going to wander on Vine street. I think that’s when I’d lika listen to something that ain’t a hymn.” Sabel stands, strutting forward to Sammie who automatically accommodates her to stand between his legs.

Her soft hands cup his cheek as she ‘inspects’ him, Sammie is bold enough to place his hands on her hips and she hums again.

“I can already see.” She starts, her hands gliding down the sides of his neck as presses forward another step. Sabel loops them around the back of it and presses her chest in his face. Sammie eyes down her hidden breast feeling up her solid waist so he can thumb the swell of them before meeting her lusty eyes again. “I can see you've been travelin’ Mister Moore. It’s my duty as hospitality head to ensure that chu Go on and relax for the evening."

Sammie licks his lips, she brings a scripture to his mind as he kisses the top of her breast, dragging his hand down to loosen more buttons so her tiddies spill out into his hands. Her dress is almost completely undone. Sabel’s breath hitches as he squeezes, bites, then recites

“How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! Thy stature is lika palm tree, and thy breasts the clusters of its fruits.

I said, I will go up the palm tree, I will take hold of the bouts there: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine,

and the smell of thy breath like apples; And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.”

Sammie quotes, taking his time to lick the taste of shea butter off her breast, take in the smell of rose and kiss hickey on them as he gropes her. Sabel moans out at his quick work to get her wet, Sammie bucks back in the chair when Sabel reaches down and palms his dick with a tender hand.

“Songs of Solomon. Forth song?” she pants. Sammie surges to a stand and kisses her, Sabel licks in his mouth and the two young adults smack deeply, tasting each other.

“Seventh” Sammie corrects her when they break apart for air. He bites his lip as Sabel starts to kiss hickeys into his neck now as she works his belt open.

“Think imma have to study that book again. Gonna be my partner for it?” She asks him as she drags Sammie by the belt towards the half made bed. Sabel takes a seat on its edge and Sammie lets his pants fully drop and dick spring forward. The fat head is already tapping Sabel’s wet burgundy lips, she gives it a shallow kiss as she grasps Sammie’s hip for purchase.

Her other hand wraps around his base, thumb sliding up and down between his heavy balls. Preacher Boy’s grunts while his hand gathers all her ribbon coils into a ponytail at her crown, arching her head back a tad.

Sammie needs to see this worship happen. He needs to see his dick disappear down her throat. He needs to see the tears from the choking as her cheeks hollow and puff. He needs to see the drool spills down his legs to her lap as she slurps, he needs to meet her fucking eyes.

“Ain’t yo daddy the pastor?” he scolds her and Sabel pouts, eyes full of challenge and mirth.

Sammie makes his dick jump and those thick lips kiss his head again. It prompts Sabel to lick down the seam of his shaft. She whimpers out a moan when Sammie twists his grip tighter in her hair. Sabel’s legs squirm together as west arousal blossoms between them when Sammie grabs at her breast again with his empty hand.

“Ahh, ah!” She squeaks when he teases her nipple hard before pressing it in with his thumb and teases slowly once more.

“I’ve never had a guitar man down my throat before, all y'all this thick? Don’t know if I can take that.” she admits and Sammie gives a deep chuckle.

“You got three weeks to find that out…. Fuck!” Sammie grunts then hisses out when Sable puts the whole head in her mouth. She swirls her tongue around his dick’s head until her chin is damp with spit before swallowing him down inch-by-inch until all seven inches of Sammie is in her mouth.

It hits the back of her throat pointedly causing a wet choke. Both shutter as she gulps deeply, Sammie flick her nipple and she gag hasher before moaning. Sammie watches with reverence as Sabel pulls off him half way before swallowing back down, choke-gulp-gag, again. Choke-gulp-gag, again. Choke-gulp-gag, again. Lipstick kissed to his pelvis.

Sammie is pateince until she’s eased herself into bodding on him before he starts to fuck her mouth. He alters between easing his grip then twisting tight again as he trusts over her tongue. Sabel ends up rubbing the sloppy top drool down over his balls as he uses her hand for assistance. Both are moaning over the fulfillment of their lusty actions, Sabel's eyes are thin slits glisten with sinful tears and full of pleasure. Sammie can see her legs press and squirm, begging for friction to pair with the neediness that the velvet of him in her mouth has caused to ache in her pussy.

“Keep goin’, keep goin’ baby. Ya swallow this dick so good, we gonna get ya cooze tended tah.” Sammie grunts out and that makes her moan more and her eyes roll back. Sabel lets Sammie lead the pace now. Her mouth is nothing but a hole to him.Sabel locks back in when Sammie’s bucking starts to falter, she gazes forward as his core flexes with building orgasm.

Grasping both his hips and holding still, her tongue wags on the underside of his shaft before slowly pulling back as she sucks then slowly swallows back down him. Sabel does it three more times before Sammie comes with heavenly shouting, both hands holding her down as he shoots a thick load down her throat.

Sabel chokes as she tries to keep up with swallowing his nut, but it too much. She looks up at Sammie through teary lashes as cum leaks out the sides of her mouth in thick trails of saliva around his shaft from her puffy cheeks. All of it splatter down her chest.

“Ya mouth’s God’s gift to earth.” Sammie groans out his dick jumps one last time as she gulps around him before pulling back. Sammie watches in awe as she licks up what was left of his nut of her lips before she leans back to rest on her arms. Her wet and cum-stained chest heaving as she watches Sammie say fuck it and take his shirt off. Admiring his strong-lean body built by field-work and delta dirt.

“It goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over lips and teeth. I am my beloved's. And his desire is for me.” Sabel finally pants out. “Chaper 7, verse 9 though 10” Sabel recites with a cum-drunk smile at him. Sammie chuckles at that with a shake of his head.

Sabel watches him with wide eyes as Sammie sinks down to his knees and bust through the rest of her buttons. Leaving her denim dress wide open pussy exposed to the fan-chilled air then warmed by Sammie mouth placing a big kiss over her dripping slit.

“Preacher Boy! Preacher Boy, whatcha doin?!” Sable cries out when her heavy leg is effortlessly put on his shoulder, held tight so Sammie can drive in a bit further.

“Something only guitar men do. Relax, darlin’ don’t run from this.”

Sabel lets out a loud deep needy moan, hand fisting the loose sheet and calls to God go out as Sammie’s tongue licks up her pussy-fold to seek her button. Her leg shakes, tightening on him once he finds it and starts to do the signature Moore Man trick taught to him by Stack. Sabel jumps with a whine as Sammie chuckle vibrates her this time before he holds her thighs apart so he can have room to eat.

“Dontcha worry, I just wanna taste.”

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Tag List

RAUNCHY

when you think raunchy, think about dark lights, burning heat, and absolute ruin. it’s not patient. it’s promiscuous. it’s indecent. it’s depraved in the worst way.

1. Blow - Beyoncé

2. Dessert Eagle - Beyoncé

3. Rocket - Beyoncé

4. Crown Royal - Jill Scott

5. Rolling Hills - Jill Scott

6. Come See Me - Jill Scott

7. Eat It - Megan Thee Stallion

8. Freak Like Me - Adina Howard

9. Alright - Victoria Monét

10. Big Ole Freak - Megan Thee Stallion

11. Down Stairs DJ - Megan Thee Stallion

12. Freak Nasty - Megan Thee Stallion

13. Ride or Die - Megan Thee Stallion (ft. VickeeLo)

14. WYD - Moneybagg Yo (ft. GloRilla, Big Boogie)

15. Lick Or Sum - GloRilla

RECKLESS

when you think reckless, think about being on the brink of cracking under pressure. it’s temptation, seduction, the urge to capture prey. it’s feeling your soul leaving your body. that “my mind’s telling me no, but my body’s screaming yes” type shit; that “i’m looking real good, and i’m finna make it everyone’s problem” vibe; that “i’m gon’ make sure this nigga leave here thinkin’ about me.”

16. Check On It - Beyoncé (ft. Bun B, Slim Thug)

17. Freakum Dress - Beyoncé

18. Kitty Kat - Beyoncé

19. Naughty Girl - Beyoncé

20. Tyrant - Beyoncé

21. Honey Molasses - Jill Scott

22. So Gone - Jill Scott (ft. Paul Wall)

23. Sex With Me - Rihanna

24. Big Mama - Latto

25. Broke His Heart - Megan The Stallion

26. Cognac Queen - Megan Thee Stallion

27. Ms. Nasty - Megan Thee Stallion

28. Space Age Pimpin’ - 8Ball & MJG

29. The Secret Garden - Quincy Jones, Barry White

30. Freek'n You - Jodeci

ROMANTIC

when you think romantic, think slow nights, soft music, tears streaming to the sound of love being made. romantic is heartfelt and heartbreaking all at once. It’s close and honest and reverent.

31. Be With You - Beyoncé

32. Speechless - Beyoncé

33. All I - Jill Scott

34. He Loves Me - Jill Scott

35. Whatever - Jill Scott

36. I Nominate U - Fantasia

37. Lover Girl - Megan Thee Stallion

38. If You Love Me - Brownstone

39. Untitled (How Does It Feel) - D'Angelo

40. Tell Him - Ms. Lauryn Hill

41. Kissin' You - Total

42. Feenin' - Jodeci

43. Say Yes - Floetry

44. Ebony Eyes - Rick James, Smokey Robinson

45. Butterflies - Michael Jackson

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a/n: huge thank you to @brownsugarcoffy for the inspiration and helping me add a couple of songs to this list!!! much love to youuuu. this came about from the agreement that we needed a freakyoncé february challenge, and after i posted about annie being jill scott coded, this was birthed! a lot of my fics are inspired by songs, so this is mostly for my own enjoyment, but i encourage any of my fellow writers to indulge as well~~

Sammie arrives at the Calvary Hill Church of Kansas City on a Wednesday at noon. Some of the drummers he bumped into on his travels told him about the pastor’s hospitality towards traveling musicians. Offering free lunch in the fellowship hall after noon prayer, breakfast and dinner on Sundays, providing information on where the sundown towns were and finally letting any musicians stay up to a month in the guest rooms in the basement of the church. If they promise to perform for every Sunday of their stay.

It was a deal that Sammie desperately needed, the car was in need of repairs and Sammie was in need of money, hot meals and a bed to replenish himself. Possibly a medicine woman to make a salve to further heal his aching scars. Possible some pussy. So here he was, him and his guitar slipping into the back of the sanctuary as noon prayer starts with a reciting of the Psalm 23.

Sammie bows his head as he recites but also scoops out the room and its people in a way that would make Smoke proud. The church was decently big, could pack about 300 holly-rollers plus a full pulpit and band at a time, warm tan wood and blue-green stain glass everywhere. About 40 people were in attendance for this noon prayer, mostly maids, typists, and warehouse men on their lunch breaks.

Sammie spots the pastor and first lady instantly by the way they hold themselves at the front of the church, leading the scripture. The pastor here is the opposite of Sammie’s father, he’s a bald cinnamon skinned man with a tall bulky frame like John Henry’s. He's dressed casually in brown slacks and a light green button down with a corresponding jacket. On her knees at a prayer bench to the right of the man was his wife. She’s an ample shaped older woman with soft deep brown skin in a long sage green dress and cream cardigan her gold cross necklace gleaming on her neck as she deeply prayed with an oiled prayer cloth between her hands.

However, who truly caught Sammie's eye, was the figure to the left of the two. A young woman ‘bout the same age as Sammie stands proudly even with a bowed head that has her ribbon coils falling like a curtain over her face. Her body is greatly blessed, every curve filled perfectly even through her long denim dress. Lips thick and pretty with burgundy lipstick as they curse the devil, skin a perfect blend of browns and gleaming in the sun through the windows. She suddenly shakes her coils back and her eyes open, they are dark and lovely fox-like eyes.

And they look right into Sammie. Sammie nods at the little gapped-tooth smirk she sent him, they’ve recognized each other instantly.

Gotta be a preacher’s kid thing.

With his belly full off a pork chop sandwich and bowl of greens, Sammie stands at the front of the empty sanctuary. In front of him sits Pastor Curtis, First Lady Irene, and their lovely eldest child, Sabel, waiting as Sammie tunes his guitar before going into his rendition of This Little Light of Mine. Pastor Curtis nods along with closed eyes. First Lady Irene sways in spirit with clasped hands.

And Sabel, the young woman that made sure he was first plate? She’s eyeing Preacher Boy down, from his scared yet handsome face to his broadening shoulders and finally studying how his skilled hands drew a song on the guitar stings. Sammie raises an eyebrow that promises to play a song outta her too. Once he ends his performance Curtis gives a single strong clap that echoes like thunder through the high ceilings as he stands with a pleased grin.

“That was beautiful Sammuel! We’d be blessed to have you play during your stay here, been a year or two since we’ve hadda guitar man bring his praise. My darlin’ Sabel here is the head of YWPP and our youth hospitality board. She can show you to the guest room downstairs and tell ya a few places for colored folks round here that you can explore or shop at. Our choir meets every Thursday and Friday at five, you be there, get acquainted with Mother Opal, she's our beloved church mother and our Music director.” Curtis explains.

Sammie nods along, smiling when he is supposed too, giving firm handshakes and showing off his bible knowledge when he is supposed too. All his years of placating his father and studying Stack’s slickness made Sammie prime to impress.

Curtis and Irene leave to get back to their day jobs as school teachers and Sabel leads Sammie to the guest rooms. Back down the stairs to the basement level, through the fellowship hall and into a short hall that holds a bathroom and two bedrooms. Sammie hums at his humble abode for the next few weeks; a stripped twin bed, a wardrobe, a desk with a fan, two chairs and a mirror.

Sabel marches straight over to the desk and turns the fan on, she fake fans herself, gives a small sorry about how stuffy the room must be that leads into the excuse for her to pop the first two buttons of her dress open

“Go on and set your stuff down while I getcha some sheets on this bed. Get comftable” Sabel tells him as she comes back to him with switching hips. Sammie does as such, setting his guitar case on the desk before sitting on the chair. He takes off his jacket and vest as he watches Sabel bend down to the bottom of the wardrobe, ass poking as her sweet voice drifts out.

“So, you’re this Preacher Boy they’ve been raving about lately.” She says, Sammie gives a startled blink.

“Ya’ll don’ heard ‘bout me way ova here, already?” Sammie asks and Sabel nods as she stands and plops a set of white sheets and a pillow on the bed

“Sure have, well- I have atleast. Some Little Rock blowers raved ‘boutcha two weeks ago. They said the roof may as well been on fire. You play background before?” Sabel asks and Sammie nods. It’s been two years since he’s left Clarksdale and all he’d done was scrap by playing clubs to network and picking up one-time sessions at random studios for handfuls of dollars.

“I’ve jammed with a few. Went back and forth with T-Bone Walker a few months ago.” Sammie drops and it makes Sabel snap-n-point at him.

“In Memphis?”

Sammie nods and Sabel hums, hitting a sweet note of intrigue.

“Me and my girls had a listening party on you! I think.”

“You wanna hear something live?” Sammie offers as she pulls on sheets and goes to fluff the pillow out. Sabel hums as she plops down on his bed letting her legs spread, dress hiking to show off her thick mile-long legs.

“Tommorrow, after choir practice ends around seven. Me, Erza, Charles and Deet is going to wander on Vine street. I think that’s when I’d lika listen to something that ain’t a hymn.” Sabel stands, strutting forward to Sammie who automatically accommodates her to stand between his legs.

Her soft hands cup his cheek as she ‘inspects’ him, Sammie is bold enough to place his hands on her hips and she hums again.

“I can already see.” She starts, her hands gliding down the sides of his neck as presses forward another step. Sabel loops them around the back of it and presses her chest in his face. Sammie eyes down her hidden breast feeling up her solid waist so he can thumb the swell of them before meeting her lusty eyes again. “I can see you've been travelin’ Mister Moore. It’s my duty as hospitality head to ensure that chu Go on and relax for the evening."

Sammie licks his lips, she brings a scripture to his mind as he kisses the top of her breast, dragging his hand down to loosen more buttons so her tiddies spill out into his hands. Her dress is almost completely undone. Sabel’s breath hitches as he squeezes, bites, then recites

“How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! Thy stature is lika palm tree, and thy breasts the clusters of its fruits.

I said, I will go up the palm tree, I will take hold of the bouts there: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine,

and the smell of thy breath like apples; And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.”

Sammie quotes, taking his time to lick the taste of shea butter off her breast, take in the smell of rose and kiss hickey on them as he gropes her. Sabel moans out at his quick work to get her wet, Sammie bucks back in the chair when Sabel reaches down and palms his dick with a tender hand.

“Songs of Solomon. Forth song?” she pants. Sammie surges to a stand and kisses her, Sabel licks in his mouth and the two young adults smack deeply, tasting each other.

“Seventh” Sammie corrects her when they break apart for air. He bites his lip as Sabel starts to kiss hickeys into his neck now as she works his belt open.

“Think imma have to study that book again. Gonna be my partner for it?” She asks him as she drags Sammie by the belt towards the half made bed. Sabel takes a seat on its edge and Sammie lets his pants fully drop and dick spring forward. The fat head is already tapping Sabel’s wet burgundy lips, she gives it a shallow kiss as she grasps Sammie’s hip for purchase.

Her other hand wraps around his base, thumb sliding up and down between his heavy balls. Preacher Boy’s grunts while his hand gathers all her ribbon coils into a ponytail at her crown, arching her head back a tad.

Sammie needs to see this worship happen. He needs to see his dick disappear down her throat. He needs to see the tears from the choking as her cheeks hollow and puff. He needs to see the drool spills down his legs to her lap as she slurps, he needs to meet her fucking eyes.

“Ain’t yo daddy the pastor?” he scolds her and Sabel pouts, eyes full of challenge and mirth.

Sammie makes his dick jump and those thick lips kiss his head again. It prompts Sabel to lick down the seam of his shaft. She whimpers out a moan when Sammie twists his grip tighter in her hair. Sabel’s legs squirm together as west arousal blossoms between them when Sammie grabs at her breast again with his empty hand.

“Ahh, ah!” She squeaks when he teases her nipple hard before pressing it in with his thumb and teases slowly once more.

“I’ve never had a guitar man down my throat before, all y'all this thick? Don’t know if I can take that.” she admits and Sammie gives a deep chuckle.

“You got three weeks to find that out…. Fuck!” Sammie grunts then hisses out when Sable puts the whole head in her mouth. She swirls her tongue around his dick’s head until her chin is damp with spit before swallowing him down inch-by-inch until all seven inches of Sammie is in her mouth.

It hits the back of her throat pointedly causing a wet choke. Both shutter as she gulps deeply, Sammie flick her nipple and she gag hasher before moaning. Sammie watches with reverence as Sabel pulls off him half way before swallowing back down, choke-gulp-gag, again. Choke-gulp-gag, again. Choke-gulp-gag, again. Lipstick kissed to his pelvis.

Sammie is pateince until she’s eased herself into bodding on him before he starts to fuck her mouth. He alters between easing his grip then twisting tight again as he trusts over her tongue. Sabel ends up rubbing the sloppy top drool down over his balls as he uses her hand for assistance. Both are moaning over the fulfillment of their lusty actions, Sabel's eyes are thin slits glisten with sinful tears and full of pleasure. Sammie can see her legs press and squirm, begging for friction to pair with the neediness that the velvet of him in her mouth has caused to ache in her pussy.

“Keep goin’, keep goin’ baby. Ya swallow this dick so good, we gonna get ya cooze tended tah.” Sammie grunts out and that makes her moan more and her eyes roll back. Sabel lets Sammie lead the pace now. Her mouth is nothing but a hole to him.Sabel locks back in when Sammie’s bucking starts to falter, she gazes forward as his core flexes with building orgasm.

Grasping both his hips and holding still, her tongue wags on the underside of his shaft before slowly pulling back as she sucks then slowly swallows back down him. Sabel does it three more times before Sammie comes with heavenly shouting, both hands holding her down as he shoots a thick load down her throat.

Sabel chokes as she tries to keep up with swallowing his nut, but it too much. She looks up at Sammie through teary lashes as cum leaks out the sides of her mouth in thick trails of saliva around his shaft from her puffy cheeks. All of it splatter down her chest.

“Ya mouth’s God’s gift to earth.” Sammie groans out his dick jumps one last time as she gulps around him before pulling back. Sammie watches in awe as she licks up what was left of his nut of her lips before she leans back to rest on her arms. Her wet and cum-stained chest heaving as she watches Sammie say fuck it and take his shirt off. Admiring his strong-lean body built by field-work and delta dirt.

“It goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over lips and teeth. I am my beloved's. And his desire is for me.” Sabel finally pants out. “Chaper 7, verse 9 though 10” Sabel recites with a cum-drunk smile at him. Sammie chuckles at that with a shake of his head.

Sabel watches him with wide eyes as Sammie sinks down to his knees and bust through the rest of her buttons. Leaving her denim dress wide open pussy exposed to the fan-chilled air then warmed by Sammie mouth placing a big kiss over her dripping slit.

“Preacher Boy! Preacher Boy, whatcha doin?!” Sable cries out when her heavy leg is effortlessly put on his shoulder, held tight so Sammie can drive in a bit further.

“Something only guitar men do. Relax, darlin’ don’t run from this.”

Sabel lets out a loud deep needy moan, hand fisting the loose sheet and calls to God go out as Sammie’s tongue licks up her pussy-fold to seek her button. Her leg shakes, tightening on him once he finds it and starts to do the signature Moore Man trick taught to him by Stack. Sabel jumps with a whine as Sammie chuckle vibrates her this time before he holds her thighs apart so he can have room to eat.

“Dontcha worry, I just wanna taste.”

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