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Soror Ride 'em High and Soror Lick 'em Low, originally hail from Atlanta and, like most twins, they ...
Soror Ride 'em High and Soror Lick 'em Low, originally hail from Atlanta and, like most twins, they share a connection. In fact, their physical bond is so strong, that one can often feel a pounding in her vagina while the other is engaged in sexual activity. But everything is not perfect when it comes to being a twin. Sometimes animosity and jealousy can creep in; especially when Hope and Faith find themselves both attracted to the same man on campus. Is blood really thicker than water? Or, in this case, thicker than basic carnal desires?
In this long-anticipated second volume in the APF series, a follow-up to The Sisters of APF: The Indoctrination of Soror Ride Dick, New York Times Bestselling Author Zane, once again proves why she is "The Queen of Erotic Fiction." Over the years many have tried to emulate her but Zane's imagination is not to be replicated any time in the near future. The freak nights of APF are some of the most artistic, exhilarating, erotic experiences that have ever graced the pages of a book; evidenced by the thousands of emails Zane has received over the years from women yearning to join the sorority.
The sexual revolution continues...within the pages of Head Bangers: An APF Sexcapade.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Bethune Hall Crockett University Washington, DC
"Ladies, you are looking too hot for words!" Raheem yelled at us as we started pulling all of our shit out of our Hummer H3.
Big vehicle or not, we had a lot of crap, mostly because Hope did not believe in leaving a single outfit in her closet back at home. The drive from Atlanta had been a scorcher. Gas was higher than caviar and there was no way we were going to run the air conditioner. Thus, the ten-hour drive had found us bickering with each other and pondering whether to open cans of whup ass on some of the other drivers on the road. I reminded Hope about this Lifetime movie where these two Canadian women got involved in a road rage incident after one made the other miss an exit in rush-hour traffic. One of them ended up shot to death, leaving behind a disabled son, and the other ended up missing a leg and possibly going to prison, leaving her yet unborn child and other kids to be raised by their father. After we remembered that nonsense, we calmed down but we were still going at each other.
"Thanks, Raheem," Hope said seductively, poking out her ta-tas in her red tank top. "You're looking good yourself."
I rolled my eyes as I attempted to yank Hope's big-ass duffel bag out the backseat. "He would look ten times better helping us with these damn bags," I stated sarcastically.
Raheem pretended like he did not even hear me. Lazy ass!
Licking his lips at Hope, who had stopped helping me also, he asked, "So which one are you? Aren't you Faith?"
Hope sucked her lips and blew out a puff of air. "Damn, you can't tell us apart yet? I'm the fly-ass one," she responded.
"Yeah, she has flies all up in her ass," I said. I slapped Hope on the back of her head.
"We can't leave this truck double-parked here the entire day. Look at all these peeps trying to move into the dorm. You can flirt with Mr. Chivalry later. He can take you out and watch you open up the doors and pull out chairs for him."
"Cute, Faith," Raheem said. "Now I can tell which is which. You're always so bitter."
"I'm not bitter. I simply fail to see the point of wasting conversation on little boys."
"I'm nobody's boy!"
"Well, you sure aren't anybody's man. Last time I checked, a real man would not stand there and watch two women drag a bunch of luggage into a building."
Now you would think that my pointing that out to old boy would have persuaded him to help. Instead, he hauled ass.
"I've gotta jet." Raheem started backing away from us. "I have a football team meeting in a few."
I stood there and watched Hope staring him down as he walked away, like he was a piece of black licorice.
"He is too fine," she said.
"And he's a piece of shit," I added. "Why do you insist on fooling around with subhumans? He probably has a tiny wing-wing, too."
Hope glared at me. "First of all, I have never fucked Raheem."
"But you're thinking about it. You can't fool me; I'm your damn twin and I know how you think and how you look when you're ready to give up some pussy out both sides of your drawers."
"Humph, well, that's my business. And, besides, I heard he has an anaconda in his shorts."
"I bet that rumor came straight from his lips."
"I'll stop hating if you start helping me with this stuff. Three-fourths of it is yours anyway. We could have shared some clothes, if you wanted to mix things up. You're such a label whore. None of these designers are giving you royalties for pimping their shit. This doesn't make any sense. It's not like we left the United States. We only left Atlanta and we're going home for Thanksgiving."
"Blah, blah, blah," Hope said, pushing my buttons. She knew I hated it when people started all that "blah, blah, blah" shit.
Some other males started walking in our direction. Hope began playing with her hair and poking her tits out again. That did it for me. I slammed the cargo door of the Hummer shut and stomped off.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" she called after me.
"I'll be in the room."
"What about all this stuff?"
"Get your approaching dick action to bring it up. I'm going to take a nap."
"Faith, that's fucked up."
I laughed but refused to turn around and look at her. I gave her the finger. "Life is fucked up."
I decided to let Hope be the prey for the land sharks heading her way. She was totally in her element.
Faith was amusing. She always tried to portray some holier-than-thou, good girl role in front of the other students at school. Yet, she was the one who had insisted that we join Alpha Phi Fuckem our sophomore year. Now that we were seniors, she was on an emotional roller coaster. I think she was concerned about where we would both end up after college. Our entire lives, since the womb, we had been inseparable, but things were likely to change. We had not majored in the same thing so there was zero chance of us working for the same corporation upon graduation. I majored in journalism, because I had always been nosey as all get out, and Faith's major was chemical engineering. She was eyeing a great entry-level position at DuPont in Belle, West Virginia, but I could not envision it. The thought of my twin in West Virginia was mind-boggling. No way were those hillbillies prepared for her ass.
While we were younger, maybe as long ago as when we were seven or eight years old, I discovered that Faith had two sides to her. She would act a certain way to please our parents, devout Christians who got married right out of high school and probably had never fucked anyone other than each other their entire lives. Faith would do everything right, kiss up to them, and do whatever they saidé while they were watching. Behind their backs, she was hell on wheels. She would do her dirt, blame it on me, and then threaten me with physical violence if I refused to be "the bad seed."
By the time we were thirteen, Faith was ready to fuck little boys to death. She didn't though, but only because they couldn't get their dicks in her. When we got a little older, I was reading this article about women who have sexual issues and I believe that Faith had some sort of psychological block that prevented it. Ironically, I "technically" lost my virginity two months before she did. The crazy part is that I had no intention of even having sex. I can't claim that is was a "he slipped and fell in" moment because it took some effort for him to burst my cherry. What I mean is that the guy that I gave my most precious jewel to was not even on my radar a few hours before it happened.
It was Homecoming Weekend at our high school, B.E. Mays, and this boy named Jacob was visiting his cousin Thomas from Alabama. Since Atlanta is not that far from Alabama, I had heard all kinds of rumors about "Alabama Black Snake." In fact, Faith and I were so gullible back then that we both actually believed that there was something special, damn near extraterrestrial, about black men and their dicks that lived in Alabama. We were not alone either. When Jacob showed up at one of the house parties, girls were drooling all over themselves to get at his fine ass. I was still kind of shy so I was in the corner, hoping someone would ask me to dance. My favorite cut was on: "Hot in Herre" by Nelly. It was damn sure hot up in that bitch, too. Peeps were pushed up on each other from wall to wall.
Faith was smack dab in the middle of the floor, grinding on Marcus, one of the fools who had been trying to ram his dick in her for ages. I was moving my hips slightly from side to side and then I saw Jacob walking toward me. I almost creamed in my panties. He had this swagger about him and he had the legendary "black snake" between his Alabama legs.
"What's up, sweetness?" he asked in a country-bumpkin tone.
I almost cringed but smiled instead. His teeth were crooked. His case of "gaposis" was messing up his fineness a little and sounding like Elmer Fudd did not enhance him either. But he still looked good, standing there in some jean shorts, a red T-shirt that said "All my nuts are creamy" and some Air Force Ones. He had a close crop, he was dark-skinned and had these huge, intriguing, nearly black eyes.
"Just chillin'," I replied, looking from left to right, trying to avoid eye contact. I hated it when boys stared at me. Now that I am older, I find it sexy, but not back then. I always felt like they were trying to spot my imperfections. "Listening to the music."
"You wanna dance?"
Before I could respond, he was yanking me toward the middle of the floor, next to Marcus and Faith. He started grinding up against me and I was confused. I didn't feel anything. Where was the damn snake?
He glanced at Faith. "Dang, I thought I was seein' double at first."
That was a stupid-ass statement. He was seeing double. I decided to enlighten him. "We look exactly alike, so you are seeing double."
"Daggone it. You'se right."
Faith started grinning at me and poking me in the ribs. I knew what she was doing. I was always kind of frigid when it came to dancing, even if I loved the music. Faith had video whore written all over her. She was damn near a contortionist on the dance floor and the guys could not get enough of watching her put in work.
We danced for another good hour and I was getting heated, from Jacob rubbing all over my ass. When "U Got It Bad" by Usher was on, I thought he was trying to crack my back. That was when I finally felt something: the snake.
Faith announced that she was leaving with Marcus, and thus, leaving me stuck. I am not going to lie. We had plenty of friends at the party that could have taken me home but I wanted to see what was up with Jacob. He told me that he had a car outside.
"Cool," I said, when he asked if he could give me a ride.
"So, you g to g?"
"Huh? G to g?"
"Good to go."
I laughed because I had never heard that shit before. Jacob had a strange way of expressing himself. I was about to find out exactly how much.
His car was cool. A typical Dukes of Hazzard, kitted out Dodge Charger with a bunch of after-market parts and a bright ass red paint job. He had chrome running gear, blue lights attached to the undercarriage, tinted wheels, deck stripes, twenty-inch wheels, and a gold chain framing his license plate that read: "G Style." The engine sounded like a jet plane.
"You better not ever try to commit a crime in this car," I joked as he closed the door and I settled into the passenger seat. "If they can't see you a mile away, they can damn sure hear you." Jacob chuckled. "Please, I know how to C.M.A."
"Cover my ass."
Once we took off, he asked, "You wanna head straight home or you wanna sammich? We can go to macadoodledandys."
Finally, I knew what his country ass was talking about. "No, thanks. McDonald's messes with my stomach. I'm watching my weight."
"Sweetness, as fine as you are, someone would have to pull a MacGyver to damage you." He reached over and touched my leg. "You damn sure ain't a salad dodger."
"A salad dodger." He was about to answer but I quickly said, "Never mind." It was becoming stressful to carry on a conversation.
Once we got to our street, Jacob asked me if he could park down at the dead end so we could rap for a minute.
"You sittin' over there, looking all sexified." He undid his seatbelt, then mine, and leaned over toward me. "Those lips. Damn, those lips look so sexy."
Next thing you know we were kissing. Well, I was trying to kiss but he was so sloppy and aggressive with it, that once we came up for air, I felt like there was a lick tide all over my face. Once I finished wiping my face off with my sleeve, I debated about getting out of the car and walking down the street. I saw Marcus' Camaro pulling into our driveway. Faith hopped out and dashed inside. She must have been mad. No kisses. No hugs. Just out the car and in the house. He must not have been able to get the dick in yet again.
"Your sis is home, huh?"
He was such a freaking genius!
"I head back to Bama tomorrow," Jacob said. "I wanna see you again."
I did not respond. I was still debating. Part of me had been yearning to get rid of my virginity. I wanted to get it over with because I realized the first time was not going to be the moon, the sun and the stars, even if I was in love.
"There will be pain," my friend, Kim, had informed me. Kim was the resident expert at our school. Every boy found her lust-worthy, even though she was a "long back." She had no ass to be found but her humongous tits made up for it. We used to take bets on how many boys at Mays had been breastfed by Kim. That was her claim to fame. That and sucking dick. I was definitely not ready to suck a dick but, hell, I wanted to get the penetration thing over with.
"Let's fuck," I announced, as casually as if I had said, "Let's bake a batch of brownies."
"You for real?" Jacob asked.
I started pulling my top over my head. "Drive over to the next street. There's a park. I don't want to do it here. Our neighbors might see something and tell my folks."
I did not have to instruct him twice. We gave "gone in sixty seconds" a new meaning because his loud-ass ride was parked behind a tree in less than thirty.
He tried to kiss me again but I did not feel like becoming a drowning victim, so I turned my head away and started pecking on his neck as we helped each other get out of our clothes. I climbed over into the backseat. He slapped me on the ass and licked my right buttock and then followed behind me.
"I bet you're a pro," he said, not realizing that I had never had a dick intake experience in my life.
"Just shut the hell up." I pulled his head down to my breasts, hoping he would figure out what I wanted. He did and started sucking on my nipples. It felt like a waterfall was cascading down my sides; there was so much slobber.
I reached down to feel his dick and I do not know if it was a snake, but it was not a big-ass snake if it was. I also did not know what made Alabama dick special, being as I had never seen or touched a dick. I was ready to get it over with though.
"Stick it in," I said. "But you have to wear a condom."
He sighed, reached over the seat and retrieved a Headstrong condom from his shorts pocket. I watched him put it on.
He spread my legs, placed my calves on his shoulders and tried to shove it up in me in one fell swoop. I practically screamed but bit my bottom lip and held it in.
"Damn, sweetness, you tight," Jacob said. "Let me loosen you up a bit."
Before I knew it, Jacob had his head buried between my legs and was trying to suck my ovaries clear out. I squirmed and held onto the front headrest with one hand and the top of the backseat with the other. I was moaning and flopping around like a fish in the backseat. From that very second, I realized that whatever man that I ended up with, he would have to love to eat pussy.
It was not clear to me, whether or not I had an orgasm, but the backseat was soaked. It could have been his spit, my pussy juice or a combination. Whatever it was, the shit felt good. He ate me out for about ten minutes and then started trying to get his dick in again. I relaxed and cleared my head. I looked up at the stars through the rear window and told myself that I could do it. I could let this country bumpkin fill me up with his Alabama black snake and live to see another day. I took a deep breath, stopped clamping my ass cheeks shut, and he was all up in there. He went to stroking and I held back my screams, thinking, Thank goodness his dick is no bigger than it is! I would have had to fake a leg cramp if he was any larger.
Jacob started whispering some shit that I could never even make out while he was doing calisthenics with his dick inside of me. I could tell that he was not that experienced, especially since he had yet to figure out that I was a virgin.
It seemed like we were fucking for hours when, in essence, it was only about five minutes. He exploded inside the Headstrong and I was speechless. Damn, the power of the pussy! I had heard that men can be controlled by pussy; the pursuit of it or the urge for it. Seeing Jacob's face in the moonlight said it all. That shit was true. If I could master the art of fucking, men would do whatever the hell I wanted.
We got dressed and I made Jacob take me home, promising that I would call him the next day. That was not to happen but I needed to get rid of him. I did not want any ties, any delusions and there definitely were no feelings. Hell, I did not even know his ass. Just that he used weird slang to say normal shit, thinking it was cool when it was truly irritating. I could not imagine trying to carry on daily phone conversations with him. If he could simply come to town, commence to fucking and leave, that would have been one thing. The way he was talking, he wanted an assurance that I would be his girlfriend. He was more than likely spitting game but I was not going to risk it. I gave him a kiss on the cheek after he walked me to the door, avoiding any more sloppy tongue action, and that was that.
Faith was waiting up for me. After I told her that I had fucked, she said, "Shit, I knew that already!"
"What do you mean? You knew it."
"I felt it in my pussy."
"Get the fuck out of here!" I exclaimed, almost waking our parents. I was surprised that they had slept through Jacob's loud engine in the first place. I lowered my voice. "You didn't feel a damn thing."
"I'm serious," Faith said. "We're connected. Think about it. We have our periods the same exact days and..."
I interrupted her. "That has nothing to do with us being twins. It is a known fact that females who live together, work together, or are around each other a lot end up with their periods in sync. It's a hormonal thing. You had no idea that I was out there fucking though. Stop lying."
"You can believe me or not," Faith said as I headed to our shared bathroom to wash the spit off my face, brush my teeth and take a quick shower. I felt both dirty and liberated at the same time. "I'm telling you. I was lying in my bed and my pussy started feeling like it was being hit by a jackhammer."
I giggled. "You're foolish. I'll see you in the morning."
Faith headed to her room. "Fine. Just wait and see. I bet that when I finally lose mine, you'll feel it."
In my opinion, Faith had either had too much liquor or ciggaweed at the party or she was straight up tripping. Sure, there had been times over the years where we had experienced these strange feelings when one of us was going through something. But it was ludicrous for her pussy to react to me being fucked.
Two months later, I'll be damned if I didn't feel the jackhammer working over my pussy when Faith was giving it up to Marcus. I was sitting at the kitchen table studying for a physics final, while Momma finished up the dinner dishes and all of a sudden, it felt like someone had jabbed a python up my pussy.
Oh, in case you're wondering, there isn't a damn thing special about Alabama dick. I have discovered that over the years. Don't believe the hype! © 2009 by Zane
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