Power of the D...

By D Bragg

Richard Watson discovers he's been blessed
with a very special gift: He's extremely well endowed. Unfortunately that gift also comes with a
curse, and that curse materializes in his propensity to seduce older women. His lust has no
bounds: teachers, family friends, and any other women who catch his eye are all fair game. What
begins as one sexual conquest after another leads to a web of lies and deceit that threatens to
destroy every relationship he values, including the tight bond he shares with his mother and
sister. To complicate matters more, he adds to his ever-growing list of secrets by taking his so-
called gift to the porn industry. It's not long before he finds fame and it's only a matter of time before the wall of lies and deceit come crashing down. Hopefully it won't be too late for him to make amends.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Prestige Communication Group
• Release date: Mar 14, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301867462

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Power of the D…

By D. Bragg

Published by: Prestige Communication Group, LLC

Copyright © 2013 D. Bragg

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter One

Winter 2004

Nearly two dozen ninth-graders, bundled up in heavy winter coats, hats, and gloves noisily flooded into one of the hundreds of freezing classrooms at Brooklyn’s Boys & Girls High. Their pretty and youthful-looking teacher, Ms. Thompson, patiently stood in front of the class as they took their seats. She shook her head in disgust at the thought that the school’s boiler had been down since the last winter, and suddenly felt cold in her measly black pants suit, plain white blouse, and black pumps.

Ms. Thompson strolled over to her desk and grabbed a chart with the students’ names and assigned seats. Okay everyone; let’s quiet down so I can take attendance, she announced while looking down at the chart.

How in the hell are we supposed to settle down when it’s colder than Russia in this place? a rowdy student asked from the back of the class, causing the other students to erupt in laughter.

Ms. Thompson couldn’t help but smile at the comment as she rubbed her arms to keep warm. That’s understandable, but we all have to endure the cold until the boiler’s fixed. And whoever said that, please watch your mouth. We respect one another in this classroom.

She ran her finger along the chart while periodically looking up to scan the rows of students at their desks. She came upon an empty desk and paused with her finger resting on the name Shanice Goodman. After finishing up with the attendance, she made a mental note to check into why one of her favorite students wasn’t in class.

***

Across town in the Crown Heights section of Brooklyn, another teacher took attendance in his classroom at Prospect Heights High. David Tavarez wasn’t one of those teachers who cared about his students or his job; all he cared about was his paycheck being correct every payday.

Henry Kelly? he called out in a heavy Spanish accent.

There was silence.

He shouted out several more names, to which he got a crisp here for each, and then he called out, Fatima Brown?

Silence again.

Antonio Medina?

Aqui! the student replied in Spanish.

Michelle Nichols?

Nothing but silence.

Dennis McNeal?

No one responded.

Mr. Tavarez chuckled and shook his head. He felt overworked and underpaid, and it didn’t matter to him whether his students came to school or not.

***

A group of teenage boys and girls sat across from each other on a thick, forest-green, carpeted living room floor in a beautiful one-family house. Richard Watson, the leader of the group, was an athletically built, sixteen-year-old man-child with light-brown eyes. His best friend Rashawn Daniels was a dark-skinned, sixteen-year-old who was always out spoken. Henry Kelly also known as HK was fifteen years old and considered the jokester of the group. And Dee, the shy one of the group was a curly headed mulatto looking fifteen-year-old.

Rashawn eyed the group of fifteen-year-old girls and licked his thick lips. His pretty, brown-skinned girlfriend, Fatima, sat directly across from him. She sported a short curly hairdo and had a body like a grown woman but always wore baggy clothes in an attempt to hide her assets. Fatima’s best friend Michelle sat next to her, and was by far the prettiest of the girls and did nothing to hide it. Michelle had a pair of intoxicating eyes that seemed to draw people into her world. Charlotte Warner was slim and dark-skinned and loved to wear her hair in braids. And Shanice Goodman was a high yellow borderline fat girl with natural blondish/brownish hair that she always wore pulled back into a pony tail.

It was the first time the eight teens had gotten together for a hooky party, and Fatima was happy that she and Rashawn could host it at her house. She looked the group over and smiled. She wasn’t worried about her parents walking in on them. She knew they were at work where they worked plenty of overtime to maintain the comfortable life-style they had achieved for themselves and her. The look in Rashawn’s eyes told Fatima it was time to play Dare, which was the main reason for the party. Spin the bottle, run, catch and kiss, those were the games many kids played, but that was not the case for the eight teens sitting on the living room floor. They enjoyed playing big boy games, like Dare! They couldn’t wait to get started either. There was only one rule: No one could give a dare to Rashawn and Fatima, but everybody else was pretty much fare game.

Rashawn turned to Rich and looked him directly in the eyes. Dawgs, I dare you to take Michelle in the closet for five minutes and get busy, he said, boldly issuing the ultimate dare.

Son, you ain’t said nothing but a word, Rich retorted as he got up. He pulled Michelle to her feet and led her towards the closet.

HK teased, Rich, don’t go in that closet faking jacks, my nigga. Ya better handle ya business kid.

Rich stopped and turned on his heels with a scowl on his face as everyone burst into laughter. Duke, you should know that Brooklyn nigga’s don’t fake jacks. It’s either go hard or we take our asses’ home. So do ya thang my nigga and let Big Rich handle his, he barked before heading into the closet with Michelle and closing the door.

Michelle stood in front of Rich in the dark closet and spoke in hushed tones in case one of their friends was listening. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, she said, releasing her Juicy Fruit smelling breath into his nostrils.

A million thoughts ran through Rich’s mind, and not one of them toyed with the notion of not getting busy with Michelle. The two of them had met several years earlier at Marcy Swimming Pool, and had been hooked on each other ever since.

I really want to get it on with you ma, he whispered as he moved in closer and awkwardly kissed her luscious, lip-gloss coated lips.

They clumsily kissed for a moment, but then got in sync and passionately tongue kissed while fondling each other like they were professionals. The more Rich kissed her, the more he caressed her body. He snaked his fingers from her medium size breasts, down her belly, into the waistband of her skirt, and then finally into her hot juicy pussy. Her folds were drenched. He moved his middle finger in and out of her wetness, causing her to gyrate hard onto his finger while sucking on his tongue as hard as she could. He finger-fucked her for a few more minutes and then turned her around. Her breathing grew erratic as he reached under her skirt from behind and pulled her black lace panties down her hips, past her knees, and past her ankles. She stepped out of the panties for him and he brought them up to his nose and deeply inhaled her aroma. The smell sent an erotic shockwave through his body that prompted a rush of blood towards his rising long, thick, dick.

He frantically undid his jeans and dropped them down to his ankles along with his underwear. His heart beat so hard he felt it throbbing at his temples. He bent her slightly at the waist, lifted up her skirt, grabbed his dick and aimed it at her slippery entrance, and then pushed the large head several inches inside of her.

Oh my god, she panted, trying her best to accommodate the largeness of Rich as he invaded her tightness. Baby, please don’t hurt me, she moaned as half his dick sawed in and out of her.

Damn, this some good pussy, he thought to himself, keeping his thrust at a mid-tempo. He had fucked older women who couldn’t handle his size and length, so he knew Michelle wasn’t ready for all of him. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. He decided to be careful as he gently and slowly worked several more inches inside her. Michelle did her best to handle him as she smelled their sex permeating the small area. She eased one hand between her legs while using the other to support herself on the wall. She touched the part of his long shaft that hadn’t entered her yet and got nervous.

Boo, she grunted, bucking back against him. I don’t know if I can handle all of you inside of me. I’mma try my best; just make sure you don’t come in me, okay?

Rich heard what she was asking of him and agreed with a grunt as he concentrated on getting his shit off. Several minutes went by and he panted, Oh shit ma, I…got you. He pumped harder as his nut approached. The closet was filled with the sound of the slickness of his dick meeting her wet pussy juices. I’mma about to cum, he hissed, pumping faster as the closet filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and grunting.

Ahhhh, give it to me baby, she whispered as she reached her climax. A second passed and she felt Rich’s dick jumping inside of her. She tightly squeezed her pussy muscles so he could cum.

He felt the powerful nut traveling from the center of his spine, down to his toes, and then back up to his nuts. He quickly pulled out, slipped her panties over the head of his dick, and shot thick globs of cum into them. They took a moment to catch their breath and then he pulled her closer to him and kissed her.

Our business is ours alone, feel me? he stated seriously.

She silently looked into his eyes, pulled her skirt down, and wiped the sweat from her face before responding, Yeah, I know boo.

Rich pulled up his underwear and pants, putting his dick back in its cage, jammed Michelle’s jizz soaked panties into his pocket, and then led her out the closet where they found the others standing there waiting for them. It was obvious to everyone that the two of them had did their thing.

Fatima scanned Rich and her girl from head to toe and smiled brightly. Damn, ya’ll was up in that place for a while, she hollered.

Rich and Michelle just shrugged and headed upstairs to the bathroom to clean themselves up.

A devilish grin spread across Dee’s face. I got a triple dare, he announced. I dare Rashawn and Fatima to get busy. I dare HK and Charlotte to get busy, and I dare Shanice to drop it like it’s hot with your boy. He eyed each of them before adding, Right here in the living room.

Fatima sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. You’re just a nasty motherfucker Dee. Ain’t no way in hell me and Ra fucking in front of ya’ll. Niggas always trying to take the fun out of the game. You probably making that dare so you can see me naked," she shouted.

Rashawn listened as Dee and Fatima argued back and forth for a few minutes and then decided enough was enough. He gasped in frustration, quickly stripped down to nothing but a hard-on, and turned to Fatima. Ma, if we’re gonna play the game, we have to play by the rules. He squeezed his hard dick and added, I ain’t got no bubble gum, so I guess it’s hard dick.

Rich and Michelle headed back down the stairs in time to find their friends stripping down to their birthday suits one after another. The spirit of the Hooky Party was in the air, and each of the teens was possessed by it.

Chapter Two

Ms. Thompson’s Honda Accord pulled up to the corner of Jefferson and Throop Avenue at exactly 3:57pm and parked in front of an apartment building that sat on the other side of a small gate. After months of trying to reach Rich’s mother, Althea, to discuss Rich’s absences from school and his future, she had finally been able to arrange a meeting with Althea at Rich’s house. She stepped out the car wearing a dark-brown wool skirt suit, a white blouse, six-inch heeled black boots with natural colored stockings, and a full length leather coat. She took a moment to take in her surroundings and admitted that the tree-lined block was one of the better kept blocks in the neighborhood. It was quiet; there was none of the hustling and bustling of drug dealing or gang activity. The block even smelled different, she thought. She pulled a piece of paper from her pocket and checked it to make sure she had the right address.

416 Jefferson, apartment 4, she nodded, looking beyond the small gate and up at the large numbers that hung above a set of heavy double glass doors.

Satisfied she was at the right place, Ms. Thompson headed through the heavy double glass doors and stopped at another heavy door, which was locked. She looked to the right of the door and saw rows of name plates, each accompanied by a small button. She scanned the names until she found the one labeled, Watson, and pressed the button. She then stepped outside the building and looked up towards the second floor windows.

A minute passed before Rich leaned out one of the windows wearing a wife beater and sighed at the sight of who it was. Damn, he muttered while tossing a single key down to her.

He knew she had been trying to get in touch with his mother, but never imagined she would be able to catch up with her. The last thing his mother deserved was some stress as a result of something he did. He was fully aware of how hard his mother worked to take care of him and his twelve-year-old sister Kim. She logged in twelve hours a day as a registered nurse at a private hospital in Jersey City. Her main priority was making sure her kids had everything they wanted and needed, and she achieved that at all cost. She sacrificed her free time by taking every hour of overtime she could get, and swallowed her pride by taking food stamps from the city. Rich still didn’t understand how they qualified for food stamps, but he was grateful that the refrigerator stayed full.

With all that said, Rich felt like crap as he, his mother, and Ms. Thompson sat on the two-piece leather sectional sofa in his small but well furnished living room. His mother was dressed in her crisp white nurse’s uniform with her shoulder length hair pulled back into a bun, and although she had a bit of an attitude because she had to cut back on some overtime in order to hold this meeting, the wrinkles of frustration that formed on her forehead were the closest thing to a blemish on her otherwise smooth and flawless skin. She had Rich when she was nineteen but still looked as stunning and beautiful at thirty-four as she did when she was twenty-two; not even her plain uniform could hide her thick but curvaceous and firm figure. There had been more than a few occasions where Rich had to playfully pop his boys upside the head for checking her out. Rich quietly sat in the living room waiting for his teacher to snitch on him, and immediately knew he was in a bit of trouble when his mother insisted Ms. Thompson call her Althea.

Althea, Ms. Thompson began, Rich has a bright future ahead of him. I can attest to the fact that he is a very smart young man who knows how to do the work...the problem is he’s not truly applying himself. He doesn’t have the hunger he needs to graduate. Furthermore, he’s been missing too many days of school. This is his sophomore year. This is the year that can make or break his opportunity to go to college.

Althea checked her watch and said, I understand perfectly well where you’re coming from. I’m a single parent trying to raise two children, but I do my best to instill in them the importance of a good education. She then turned to Rich with narrowed eyes. You better not miss another day of school, you hear me? And you better stop slacking, she said through clenched teeth before leaning closer to him and pointing her finger at his face. And let this be the last time I have to meet with this teacher or any other teacher about anything, you got that?

Yeah, Rich sighed, cutting his eyes at Ms. Thompson.

Althea checked her watch, stood, and told Ms. Thompson, I’m sorry, I have a long drive to work, and I can’t afford to be late. Please stay and explain to Richard what you expect of him, and I promise you he will do it. She shook Ms. Thompson’s hand, kissed Rich on the cheek, and breezed out the door.

Rich forced a smile and asked Ms. Thompson, You want something to drink.

Water is fine, she replied.

Rich disappeared into the kitchen and Ms. Thompson stood and stretched her legs while looking around the living room, admiring the well kept place. Rich returned with a bottle of water for her and a bottle of orange juice for himself. Ms. Thompson couldn’t help eyeing his athletic build as he handed her the water. He flexed his bicep as he sipped his juice, and smiled when he caught her staring at his body from the corner of his eye. She saw the smile on his face and quickly tried to compose herself.

So Richard, she stated while sitting. If you don’t get caught up in the streets with gangs, drugs, and violence, you can truly have a promising future.

Rich didn’t hear a word she had said. He was too busy taking stock of her thick frame. He figured she was in her early thirties. He also noticed there wasn’t a wedding ring on her finger.

She went on, Too many of our brothers are entering prisons and the graveyards at an alarming rate, and most of the time it’s over stupidity.

Rich snaked his tongue across his lips, cataloging her features. Her skin was the color of light cinnamon. She had small breasts, just the way he liked them. Her waist was so small that it made her heart shaped ass appear larger than it actually was. His gaze dropped down to her legs, and for the first time he noticed that her legs were hairy. She’s a hairy chick, he thought, and his dick instantly grew rock hard.

Richard, Richard, she called out to him several times, jolting him from his thoughts.

His eyes quickly shot up to meet hers as a guilty smile appeared on his face. Yes, Ms. Thompson? he asked,