A Hustla'z Life

A Hustla’z Life

By

LAZ

A Hustla’z Life Copyright © 2016 LAZ

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This work is a work of fiction. The events and characters described herein are imaginary and are not intended to refer to specific places or living persons.

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CHAPTER ONE

Hannibal, wake up, Debra yelled as she shook Hannibal once she noticed that he was having a bad nightmare.

I’m up! I’m up! Hannibal responded in shock after opening his eyes with sweat pouring down his face. These nightmares keep haunting me.

Hannibal stood up at the side of the bed as he remembered those terrible days back when he was growing up and forced to watch his father constantly beat on his mother for absolutely nothing. That happened until the day when he gained the guts to stop his father from coming home and torturing the whole family in his drunken condition.

Baby, what nightmares? Debra asked in a concerned voice.

She felt sympathy for Hannibal since she was falling in love with him after giving her virginity to him at the early age of fourteen.

Shorty, it a very long story, Hannibal bluntly replied with a smile.

He was not willing to share that part of his life with her just yet. To him that was something no one needed to know about.

I’m listening, Debra remarked as she sat up in front of Hannibal with her hands folded across her chest.

She could remember back in the day when she first laid eyes on Hannibal. She was hanging on the block with her childhood friends. They were trying to act like they were gangsta girls at the age of fourteen.

Shorty, I see you still have that smart ass mouth, Hannibal jokingly commented.

He could remember back when he first started kicking it with Debra. They were only kids. It all began after her and his sister, Michelle, started hanging out together and Debra would spend the night over at their house.

Whatever Hannibal! Are you going to tell me the story or what? Debra asked in a sassy voice, and then licked her tongue out at him.

She thought back to how Hannibal was always bold enough to express himself, like the night that he asked her for some sex.

Yeah shorty, I’m going to give you the run down, but what I tell you does not leave this room, Hannibal replied with a smile.

He stared into Debra’s puppy dog, bedroom eyes and he noticed how much she had grown up. To him she used to be a little snoot-nosed girl. Now she’s a sexy pecan-brown complexioned, baby-faced, coke bottle shaped young woman. She was 5’5" and 128 pounds with a round phat ass.

With a deep breath, he grabbed his half of a blunt of indo weed off the nightstand and took several long puffs. He looked away from her and began to drift back to his childhood days, which consisted of living with a free spirited mother named Delores. She loved to share her passionate feelings with her kids. Then there was his abusive father named Billy. He was the self-willed type who was known for showing everyone in the family so-called tough love. It was his desire that they all strive for the best that life had to offer.

Hannibal’s two twin siblings, Michael and Michelle, both had special charisma of their own. Hannibal was the youngest and the most feared being that he had turned cold blooded after their father’s death. He also had the constant influences of the rough street life coming from his older brother Michael and his favorite Uncle Jacob.

Hannibal sat on the bed and told his first love about his childhood drama of nightmares as he called them. He told her about how his mother was beaten into a coma like state by his father after he came home drunk. His father did not care about the effects that his actions would have on his children.

Hannibal began to smile to himself as he cross drifted into thoughts of when he first had sex with Debra. Those thoughts instantly sent a flow of hot, passionate blood to his dick, causing a slight hard on.

Boy, now you’re smiling. What’s that all about? Debra asked once she noticed Hannibal’s frowning face turning into a cunning smile.

I was just thinking about that night when I pulled up in my new old school deuce and a quarter Buick Electra and you gave up that sweet little ass, Hannibal replied, while laughing.

He could remember that night just like it was yesterday, being that it was his first time having sex.

After sneaking into Debra’s mom’s house through the back door, he noticed that Debra only had on a long sleeve T-shirt and no panties. Once they made it to her room that was all he needed to see in order to tempt him to start rubbing all over her petite body and to start sucking on her nipples. At the same time, he stuck his hand between her legs and he could feel the wetness soaking her vagina.

He laid her down on her bed and took his time undressing her completely before removing his own clothes. He then lay on top of her and eased his unexpected eight-inch dick inside her tight, moist pussy. He kissed her softly on her lips. These actions sent her into a painful world of sexual pleasure. He thrust his dick in and out of her as he felt the pleasure that sex can bring. Oh, that shit feels good, He thought to himself, and then they reached their sexual climax together.

Boy, you’re crazy, Debra laughed.

She also remembered that precious, painful night when she lost her virginity to Hannibal. That was the beginning of a nightly ritual of sexual pleasure that would occur when Hannibal left the club, and he would throw rocks at her bedroom window to get her attention. They would have crazy sex into the wee hours of the morning, hoping that neither one of their mothers would catch them sneaking around.

Yep, those were the days, Hannibal commented with a smile as he continued to puff on his blunt.

He drifted back into thoughts of when his childhood ended at the revealing of his older brother’s heinous crime of murder against his secret rich white girlfriend. She tried to play him for his drugs so that she could give them to another man so he killed her. He ended up going to death row.

That placed all the manly responsibilities for the family on him.

During their last conversation his brother stated, Lil’ bro’, listen to me. I’m going to die for doing something really bad. I need you to step up by taking those two trash bags of weed inside my closet and selling it. Mama is going to need help with those bills.

Hannibal responded by saying, I don’t know how to sell weed.

"Lil’ bro’ it’s going to be alright. Just holla at Uncle Jacob and have him to show you the game. He’s been doing his thang in the streets for a long time."

"I gotcha, Michael. I love you, man," Hannibal stated, and then he got up to leave.

Hannibal, come fuck me! Debra said with a smile, breaking Hannibal’s drifting thoughts.

She started to remove her lace panties and exposed her hairy pussy. The sight caused Hannibal’s dick to become hard immediately as he took a final puff on the blunt and placed in the ashtray.

My pleasure, beautiful, Hannibal responded while showing her a lustful smile.

He began to remove his boxer shorts and he instructed Debra to spread her legs apart. He wanted to be able to look at her pretty pink pussy and that hard clitoris. Then with an overdriving urge to fuck Debra he raised her legs in the air and ferociously penetrated her with is throbbing hard dick. She was so wet, warm, and tight that he could hardly contain himself as he pounded into her. He went in out of her as she moaned in sexual pleasure until he exploded his load deep inside of her.

Later that night, while Hannibal was in the shower thinking about how good Debra’s pussy was, his sister Michelle broke his lustful thoughts when she yelled from the living room saying, Hannibal, your friend Ced is on the phone for you!

A’ight, tell him to give me five and I’ll call him back! Hannibal screamed out as he poked his head out of the bathroom door, and then returned to the shower.

Five minutes later, Hannibal grabbed the phone and dialed his man’s cell phone number. He was anticipating their hook-up later as the phone began to ring.

Who dis? Ced asked when he answered the phone.

What’s up, man? Hannibal asked in return as he walked to his room to keep his nosey sister out of his business.

"Yo, come scoop me up so we can hit Woodland Hills Mall to snatch up some fresh gear for the Friday night bash at the Sixty-Nine Club over on thirty-first and Sheridan," Ced replied excitedly.

Ced knew that the spot was going to be crowded with all the fly-ass broads and big-tymer’s in the city.

A’ight, give me fifteen minutes ‘cause I just got out the shower, Hannibal agreed.

If he would have been thinking, he would have said hell no because his man Ced was down with that snatch and grab game. It used to always be their motto to cope not shop.

Oh by the way, I need to holla at you about the girl next door to you, Hannibal continued with excitement.

Hannibal got a hard-on from just thinking about Debra. She was young, tender, and fresh. He had already been with her several times, and she had a nice-fitted pussy that hugged every bit of his dick.

Word! What’s up with her? Ced asked.

Damn, Hannibal’s lucky as hell to be spanking that piece of ass, Ced thought to himself.

You know me bro’. I gets mine when it comes to that pussy, Hannibal replied.

He always felt pride about being the first to break in the new girl on the block even though it was his umpteenth time fucking her over the countless months since their first encounter.

I hear you, Hannibal, Ced laughed. "Yo, hurry