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Black & White

By: modernliaisons



"So tell me." He looked at her from across the bottle of champagne and bowl of strawberries sitting on the hotel penthouse table, undoing his bow-tie. "Do you like kink?" 

She lulled her head from side to side, clearly a bit tipsy, looking up at the ceiling. Her hair brushed her bare shoulders above her gown, and she liked the way it felt. 

She lowered her head to meet his eyes. 

"You, sir," she said, looking at him with a devilish grin, "have a dirty mind." 

She pulled her hair behind one ear and threw her head back, exposing a beautifully dainty ear, adorned with a simple diamond stud. 

"Everyone at the club warned me about you, you know. 'That Mr. Clay' they said, 'you look out for him.'" She shook her finger in a slightly scolding, slightly drunk way. 

She could feel that the last glass of bubbly beginning to kick in, and it was only going to get worse before it got better. She hoped that the room didn't begin to spin. 

"That may be, Miss Parker, but you haven't answered the question." 

"Hmmm." Her response turned into a giggle, and she probed some ancient thoughts from one particularly drunken night at college. A large smile spread across her face, and she dropped her head to hide it. She looked sideways at him. 

"Would it hurt...?" She looked at him innocently. 

"Perhaps. Perhaps... not." He said as he smiled wryly, taking a final drag on his cigarette, crushing it out in the ashtray, and exhaling slowly. 

"Mmmmmm.... I don't know." She looked at him again. She felt the room wanting to spin, and she didn't fight it. She knew she was slightly out of control, and her hand went subconsciously to her inner thigh. She felt warmth inside herself , and had to fight her hand from going any further. All manner of thoughts ran through her mind, and she slowly became aroused. 

He rose from his seat and moved in front of her, reaching down and pulling her up to her feet, holding her close. She nuzzled her face into his chest, biting one of his studs gently. 

"You've gotten me drunk, Mr. Clay." She said, as she playfully punched her petite fist into his chest. 

He let out a low, short chuckle, held her close, and kissed her deeply. 

"Just do as I say, and no one gets hurt." He whispered into her ear, nibbling on the diamond earring, holding her tight. 

He raised his hand slowly up the back of her black velvet dress, across the nape of her neck, and ran his fingers into the hair on the back of her head. He slowly gripped tightly, pulling her head back forcing her to look into his eyes. She gripped the stud in her teeth, nearly pulling it out of his tuxedo shirt. She let out a small, almost pretend, squeal. 

"Get your dress off, and lie down on the bed. Leave your undies on. They won't be going anywhere for a while." He released her head and unzipped the back of her dress in one motion. She stood still, and the dress dropped to the floor in a rumpled pile. 

She walked to the edge of the bed with him, turned around, put a finger in the middle of his chest and pushed herself down onto the edge of the bed, looking at him long and hard. 

"I'm trusting you." She breathlessly whispered. 

"So foolish." He mouthed, smiling, leaning forward and pushing her shoulders onto the bed. 

"Put your hands above your head." He climbed on the bed, straddling her body with his legs. 

She slowly moved her hands as he said, as he pulled the silk bowtie from around his neck and deftly wrapped it around her crossed wrists, tying a knot tight enough to keep them in place, loose enough not to cut of the circulation. She playfully kneed him in the groin, just to remind him that she was not to be exploited. He smiled, raised an eyebrow at her, and unbuckled his belt, drawing it from around his pants. 

"And just what to you intend to do with that, mister?" She asked, a little excited. 

He let out a little chuckle, raising his eyebrows and opening his eyes wide, with a cocky look to his head. 

"Don't even think about, you." She said, slurring her words, realizing that she indeed was a bit tipsy, and no longer in full control. He leaned forward to kiss her, and stopped just above her lips. 

"Kiss me." He said. She brought her bound hands from over her head and collared his neck and pulled him down. He resisted as she pulled harder, and slowly their lips met. A shiver ran through her body as their tongues met, sending an electric jolt directly to her most delicate parts. She could physically feel herself get instantly excited as heat and moistness began to build in he silk panties. 

All at once he pulled his head out of her arms, grasped her wrists, and slotted one end of the belt through the bow tie that bound them, and the other end around a post in the headboard of the bed. He buckled the belt on the tightest loop, binding her hands above her head. 

She pulled for a moment, inching her body closer to the top of the bed. 

"You think you're so sneaky, mister Clay." She said, as he moved off the bed. Her eyes followed his eyes. 

"Comfy?" 

"Not exactly." She pouted. 

"Good." He smiled at her, and sat on the edge of the bed, proceeding to light a cigarette. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Smoking a cigarette, silly." 

"I could be out of this in a second." 

"Really?" He asked with a hint sarcasm. "Alright then, you won't mind if I just pop down the bar for a nightcap would you?" He stood up, found his tuxedo coat, grabbed the key and headed for the door. 

"You fuck!" She tried to scream, but in her drunkenness it only came out as a whimpering cry. "You are NOT going to leave me here, are you?" 

He stopped at the door, and turned to look at her. 

"What did you say?" 

"You fuck." She stated, matter of factly. 

"I think you need to learn some manners, young lady." With that, he turned around proceeded back to the bed. 

"Roll over." 

"Fuck you. Besides, I can't." 

"Why Not?" 

"My hands are tied, mister shifty." 

"So? The belt will twist. Now roll!" He pushed her over, and she only mildly resisted. Her black garter silhouetted her beautifully shaped behind in the dim light, framed by the tiniest of thong panties. 

"Now then, I need to teach you a lesson." 

Her head was held down between her arms above her head and the pillows beneath it. She talked sideways, unable to see him. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Teaching you a lesson in civility." With that, he began to rub her ass with his hand, slowly in circles. Instantly, and without warning, he raised his hand and gave her a loud slap on her bottom. 

She saw shooting white streaks of light from behind her eyelids. 

"Ow, you fuck!" She exclaimed through her armpit. 

He slapped her again, this time on the other cheek, a little harder. 

"Ow!!" 

He returned to smoothly stroking her bottom with his hand, and edged his fingers closer to her vagina. 

She was wide awake now, as every motion of his hand, of his whole body, took on new significance. 

"Didn't they teach you at that overpriced college that it wasn't nice to swear?" And with that, he slapped her again, harder still. He shifted his weight and let go another blow, which resulted in a resounding noise so loud it could be heard in the hallway. 

"Owww!!" She exclaimed, as tears welled in her eyes and she pulled her knees up underneath her. But the belt holding her arms twisted tighter with every move, making the bowtie bite into her wrists. 

She couldn't explain it, because it hurt, but the throbbing feeling from the strokes on her bottom generated and intense feeling of arousal, and she became thoroughly wet, as she rubbed her legs against one another. 

And again he slapped her beautiful bottom, the skin rippling with the stroke, turning the flesh bright red in the dim light. 

She moaned, unwilling and unable to utter anything louder. He alternately stroked and then slapped, each time raising the level of strength. She could feel blood welling to the points of impact. Each blow resulted in both pain and pleasure 

She had never known a level of sexual excitement this high. The pain was biting, but the raw sexual excitement of the pain was stronger still. 

He continued to spank her, alternating between soft strokes and wicked blows. She was lying in a pool of her own sweat and bodily fluids, arching her back, wriggling in ecstasy, burying her head in the pillows to swallow the screams. When she could take no more, she pleaded with him. 

"Please... please." She said breathlessly, panting into pillows. "Please, no more." She had never felt such a rush of sexual desire, helplessness, and adrenaline all at once. 

He stopped, pulled off the rest of his clothes and laid his naked torso gently across her prostrate body. The firm, warm skin of his abdomen soothed the sting in her buttocks. He reached down and pulled her panties completely off she instinctively spread her legs. With that he slowly pressed his hard cock into her sopping wet vagina, and began gently thrusting himself in and out of her. 

She moaned as she felt the firmness of his cock enter her vagina, and she bit the pillow, pulling it under her head. He wrapped one arm underneath her, around her breasts, and the other around her neck, and began to pump her slowly at first, building into furious rhythm as she let out a low, continuous moan of pleasure. Sweat built up between their bodies, as they moved against one another in an instinctual, syncopated rhythm. They were like animals, each moaning, grunting, flexing. She began to feel the welling of an orgasm inside her body as he thrusted hard against her vagina, and almost immediately, as if being hit by an ocean wave, she came all at once; her entire body, every muscle, tensed and shivered as she screamed uncontrollably, uncaring as to who could hear her. And then he too exploded, deep inside her, and she could feel his hot semen spreading inside her as his flesh slowly subsided against hers. 

And as quickly as it the orgasm came, it left them both, and they lay totally limp, lying in sweat, hearts pounding, breath racing, intertwined as one. They stayed, as if bonded by the act of love, until the morning light broke over their bodies, revealing all that had occurred the night before.

Black and White



*This was written when I was 17 (I am now 25). I just found it while going through my files and figured I'd post it.*



Sharie looked herself over in the mirror one last time, then headed to the party across town. Like any party she went to, there was a good amount of alcohol. Although she hardly drank, if at all.

Also, there was always sex, some openly on a couch or chair, others more discreet in a bedroom. She herself had only had sex about four times before since she had lost her virginity at age sixteen. She was now nineteen.

The party had a mix of both black and white people. It didn't really bother her, except she'd never have sex with a black guy. And there was a lot of that bound to happen tonight.

She met up with her friend, Karen, who had sex more times than there was days to a year. Sharie had no idea how her and Karen had become such good friends.

Shortly after exchanging hellos, a guy walked up to Karen, and off she went, leaving Sharie alone. She didn't really mind though, sometimes Karen got to be too much anyway, especially at a party like this.

Chris stood across the room, admiring this white girl that had just been deserted by her friend. He looked her over. low-cut shirt, showing he somewhat big breasts, short skirt. She was pretty enough, blond hair a little past her shoulders and green eyes he saw as he sidled up to her. He grinned,"Hey."

She looked at him," Uh, hi."

"I saw you were by yourself and thought to come over and keep you company. I'm Chris."

She looked him over, definitely built. But he was black. Well, I suppose it won't hurt just to talk to him, she thought. Out loud she said,"I'm Sharie."

"Pretty name. So, how old are you?"

"Nineteen, you?"

"Twenty-three."

They chatted for awhile and he turned out to be really nice.

He offered to get her a drink.

"Um, sure. But uh, just a soda."

"No prob. He went out to the kitchen and grabbed her a pepsi and poured some in a cup.

When he brought it out, she took a sip. It tasted a bit funny, but she just shrugged it off.

One drink followed another and soon Chris had her drunk enough.

"Hey, maybe I should take you upstairs just so you can clear your head for a sec and then I could take you home, or you could get someone to," Chris suggested, anticipating the pleasure. His groin tightened at the prospect.

"Uh, yeah..maybe..just for a sec," she replied haltingly.

He helped her upstairs into an empty room, where she passed out minutes later.

Chris grinned as he started stripping her. He filled his hands with her breasts. Sort of roughly squeezing them. He could take his time, she'd be out for awhile.

He ran his fingers through her pussy, rubbing her clit. Her body responded, he felt the wetness growing.

He removed his clothes and climbed on top of her.

When Sharie awoke, she felt something heavy on top of her and something between her legs. As she regained consciousness she felt the pumping of a cock fucking her hard.

"What the..?" she moaned as her head started to ache.

"Shit," a familiar voice mumbled,"I thought I gave you enough to knock you out for the rest of the night."

She tried to push him off her.

"Just enjoy it," he said, not slowing his pace.

She struggled, to know avail. But then she realized her body was aching to have even more of him in her. No, she thought, he's black for one thing, and this is rape. He drugged me.

But it felt so good, and she hadn't had sex for at least three months. Soon she was meeting his thrusts, pulling him as deep as she could into her. She loved the feel of his big cock grinding in and out.

"That's right baby," he grinned as she responded to him.

Soon she came, and lay there, as he spilled his seed deep into her.

"Oh shit," she said suddenly,"you weren't wearing a condom."

"So? It was one time."

Sharie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but that's all it takes."

"Really?" he reached down and pinched her clit. Her hips lifted on their own. He slid two fingers inside of her. Soon she was wet again. He climbed back on top and pushed his now hard cock into her.

She dug her nails into his back and he pumped in and out of her again. He reached down and rubbed her clit hard and he was sliding in and out faster and faster.

They both came at the same time, and a feeling of dread washed over her as she felt his cum fill her up.

A month and a half later she stared at the hospital's pregnancy test in disbelief, she was pregnant, and to a black man..

"Oh God," she half cried,"What have I done?"






Black and White



My name is Cameron Black. This story takes place about a year after I finished college, while I was volunteering to help coach the track team at the high school where I'd graduated. It wasn't a big deal, just a few kids going running with me every morning and after school. Since my job involved a split shift - four hours in the mid-morning and four hours in the evening - I had plenty of time to run with the younger folks.

There were two other coaches. The head coach was Mr. Garibaldi, my old coach, a guy who was more comfortable with the sprints and throwing events than any sort of distance. The other coach was Miss White. Miss White had been a runner at one point and was trying to get back into shape to run one of those 5Ks that are so popular. She ran middle and short distance with the team. Mr. Garibaldi still seemed to inspire the fear that had been there when I was on the team a few years prior. Miss White? The girls seemed to think that she was past her prime which might have been jealousy since some of the guys looked at her like she might be a cougar. I had only met her at the beginning of the season, so I was withholding judgment.

It was the middle of the season when Coach - Mr. Garibaldi - called me to ask if I could handle practice for him. He was home sick for a few days and didn't want to team getting out of condition. Since I was going to run whether the team came with me or not, I agreed. He had me swing by his house to pick up the keys and I ran practice for a few days while he recovered.

The team must have enjoyed the runs, because he called me up a month later to ask if I would cover for him during Spring Break. His wife wanted to go out of town and he couldn't think of a reason to say no to her when the team seemed to like working with me just fine. Again, I agreed, and picked up the keys.

The first day of practice was awesome. The distance runners showed up bright and early and we got in a good ten mile run before the sun had finished rising. Miss White ran with us and was out of breath when we finished. She kept tabs on the girls while they got showered and head home while I kept track of the guys. We met again that evening and repeated the routine.

Things went fine for three days. Then the numbers started getting out of hand. Kids who weren't even a part of the track team were coming out to run with us. I didn't mind, but it meant that I was close to being late for my morning shift that Thursday. The evening shift was no big deal, but one of the guys asked me if I'd gotten to work okay and a long conversation followed about what we could do about it on Friday. The guys suggested showing up earlier so the kids who weren't on the track team wouldn't show up and get in the way. Our problem was that there were kids who hadn't shown up for the Thursday evening practice who would miss out on Friday morning if we did that. Miss White and I went back and forth about it until it was decided that we would leave the morning run, but move the evening run forward a bit.

Friday moring went as smoothly as could be expected. The team showed up and we got in a good run before sunrise. The guys made a ruckus about getting the non-runners out on time and it was the girls who ended up running late. Since I was in danger of being late, I asked Miss White to lock up and bring the keys with her that evening.

My work day on Friday was terrible. The GM called me into his office and chewed me out for being late two days running. I tried explaining the reasons why, but he wasn't hearing it. That was just the beginning of a work day that could do nothing right. By the time I clocked out and pulled up at the school with my bag slung over my shoulder, I was ready for a long run.

Miss White had already opened the guys' locker room and the team was inside, changing. The girls were trickling out of their locker room and beginning to stretch. I ducked into the guys' side, got dressed, and was ready to run in what felt like record time. I got everyone ready with some warm ups and stretching and we ran. My frustration got the better of me and I set a gruelling pace. The kids called me on it after a couple miles and I slowed down to something more manageable, but the damage was done. Our pacing had been ruined and none of us had the stamina left to make the last quarter of the distance. We turned back and the team shuffled wearily into the locker rooms after I had apologized for letting things get the best of me.

The kids were gracious and thanked me for taking the time to run with them.

I joined the guys in their locker room and kept tabs on everyone. I figured I'd wait until the team was cleaned up and on their way home before I got a shower of my own. When the last guy left, I wandered over to the girls' locker room door and called in. Tina, the girls' captain, came bubbling out.

"Hey, Cam." She said. "Only one left inside is Miss White. All the others are gone home."

"Thanks. She decent, or should I come back in a bit?"

"She was dressed when I came out, if that's what you mean by 'decent'." Tina winked and bounced off, seeming for all the world like she hadn't just been ground into the dirt by that horrific excuse for a run. I watched until she got into her parents' car and her dad waved. I waved back and watched them drive off. Once the car was gone, I shouted into the locker room that a guy was coming in and anyone not dressed should cover up.

Anyone who hasn't been in a locker room after sundown probably doesn't know how creepy those places can be. When they're filled with people they seem so alive, but they sound hollow when there's only one or two people inside. I heard the showers running and wondered if Miss White had hopped in after Tina left.

"Miss White? Are you in the shower?" I asked.

"No, just haven't turned off the water yet." she said.

"Cool." I walked over to the shutoff valves and turned off the showers. I turned around to go find Miss White, expecting that she was making the rounds and checking for damage to the locker room. Instead, I saw her wrapped in a bath towel that didn't cover much at all. Her hair, a brownish shade of red that probably has a more specific name, was still wet and she was drying it off with a hand towel. Her bare shoulders were dusted with freckles that disappeared into the top of the bath towel which was wrapped around and tucked under her arms. She had her back to me and the towel ended about midway down her buttocks which, I noted, had definitely received the benefits of the running regimen. Her legs were lean and muscular. All this was absorbed into my mind in the space of time it took for me to realize that I had intruded and stammer out an apology. I could feel my cheeks flushing red and I stared at the floor.

When I could finally form words again, I said, "I need the keys to the guys' locker room so I can finish locking up."

Her voice, when she answered, sounded to me like she was still facing away. She told me that she would bring them over when she was dried off and leave them on my bag. I said thanks and rushed back over to the guys' locker room. I blasted the cold water and stood under it for as long as I could. When I finally began to be able to think - and worry that I might be making myself sick - I turned off the showers and trudged over to where my towel and clothes sat in a neat, folded pile. I sat down on my towel, not bothering to dry off, and let my face fall into my hands. It had been a while since I had seen a woman naked and Miss White was definitely in cougar country if she had a mind to be. My penis still stood at full attention, as if I were currently staring at Miss Whtie's towel-wrapped body.

It took me a full minute, maybe more, to realize that I was looking at exactly that. Miss White stood in front of me, still wrapped in that same towel. I buried my face in my hands, too preoccupied with trying to get that image out of my mind and to stop the obvious erection I had to realize that I wondered - apparently out loud - how she had gotten into the guys' locker room.

"The P.E. teachers have offices in between the locker rooms." she said. "I decided to lock up the girls' locker room and come through the offices to save you the trouble of having to lock up the girls' and guys'. I'm certainly glad I did."

I raised my face from my palms to find that she was looking fixedly at something in my lap. Again, my addled brain lagged behind in connecting the dots and realizing that it was my erection that she was staring at. My penis almost jumped at her notice and I squirmed under her scrutiny, trying to hide what I had no hope of hiding.

She raised her eyes to mine and cupped either side of my face in her hands. "I'm sure you've heard the students talking about me."

I tried to object, but found that I couldn't. I had heard the talk and wondered where this was going. So I sat in silence.

"Parts of it are true and parts are not." She reached up and untucked the towel wrapped around her, letting it fall to the floor. The body beneath the towel was as enticing as the bits that could be seen with the towel in place. Her freckles dwindled off into creamy, Celt-pale skin. Her breasts - small as runners' are prone to be - looked firm and only showed the minimum of sag that I would expect age to bring. Her body, the very one I was admiring, moved toward me, her legs stepped first one then the other over my hips and lowered her slowly to rest on my lap. My penis, trying to lay itself against my stomach, settled into the crack of her buttocks. She leaned in so that her lips almost brushed my ear as she said, "The parts about sexual exploits with students? All false." She settled herself a bit more comfortably and moved her mouth round to the other ear before she added, "The parts about enjoying a young, well-maintained body and the odd pleasure fuck? All true."

I gawked. Her weight seemed to shift back and I instinctively placed my hands on her hips to keep her from falling. My cock expressed its approval of this turn of events.

Miss White smiled at the pressure on her bum and leaned back just a bit; just enough that she could look me in the eyes - a challenge in and of itself, since her leaning back brought her breasts to my immediate attention. She nudged my chin with her nose and looked up. "I've seen the way you look at me when we run and the bulge in your shorts when we stretch. You can tell me now that it's all biology and that you've some objection or another and I'll get up, get dressed, and this conversation never happened." She pressed her breasts against my chest, rested her forehead against mine, and continued. "Or you can say you're game for a fuck and we can have some fun."

Rather than answer with words, I lifted my mouth to hers and kissed her. It wasn't long before exploratory kisses - tentative lips and curious nibbles - gave way to needy tongues and a wordless dance that is as old as humankind. I broke the kiss and began to nibble and suck on her nipples. I was rewarded with gasps of pleasure and her hands pressing my head against the breasts I wanted nothing more than to devour. Sometime during my enjoyment of her breasts, she lifted her hips from mine, positioned my penis, and absorbed the length of it into her. She rested that way until I removed my mouth from her breasts.

Her hands slid up the sides of my face, tilting my mouth to hers again, and she began to writhe forward and backward as our tongues twined again. I can't say how long we went on like that - our hips thrusting together and pulling apart to a rhythm that was beaten by our skins; urgent whimpers and needy, gutteral sounds that are made by human beings in no other place than intercourse; a symphony of distinctly human sounds only heard when two bodies come together.

My climax was getting close and I told her. Rather than deterring her, it seemed to spur her on. Her teeth caught one of my earlobes before she said, "Give it to me." Her urging - panted words accompanied by the primal music of our coupling pushed me over and I exploded inside her. My hands found her hips and ground her against me - a primal urge to ensure that nothing was lost locking us together until the twitching stopped.

We sat that way for a while. Then she smiled, stood up, and knelt down in front of me - sucking my cock until it began to stir again.

As she rose, I looked at her questioningly. Her smile grew wicked. "My turn." she said and slid me inside her once again.

This time, there was no movement; no gyration. She simply slid my cock into herself and began to rub her clit. Understanding dawned and I moved her hand to replace it with my own. I rubbed and gently pinched; flicked and teased until she pressed herself against me and her pussy clamped down on my cock; her orgasm fairly begging me to fill her again.

When the pulsing died down, she pushed my shoulder, guiding me onto my back. My legs were splayed on either side of the locker room bench. She hooked her feet over my legs and began pounding out a furious rhythm with her hips. Her fingers were twined with mine; our arms keeping her aloft. Since my feet were on the ground, my hips bucked more urgently, seeking another release. She orgasmed multiple times - the squeezing, urgent call of her womb for more - and the pressure around my prick coaxed it along all the quicker. It wasn't long before I was cumming inside her a second time, her sated body a blanket draped over mine.

We lay like that until she got up and turned on the showers again. I joined her, washing her back and she washing mine.

Once toweled off and dressed, I started to think. What had just happened? Was this going to be a regular thing? Had I really just fucked a woman old enough to be my mother?

My face must have shown my confusion, because Miss White sached over and kissed me lightly. "Don't read too much into this, Cam." she said. "I need a good cocking now and again and you were just what I needed to scratch that itch."

"So... no hard feelings if there's no call tomorrow or a week from now?"

She squeezed my crotch gently. "This was the only hard feeling I wanted. If I want it again, I'll let you know."

That season ended well for the track team. A few runners even made state. Miss White ran her 5K and a 10K and, eventually, a marathon. But we enjoyed a few marathons of another variety before she was in shape to handle the 26.2 mile kind.



Black & White



It had been one of those days where everything seemed to go wrong. Nothing major. A major catastrophe would have been welcome as we could show we were working to recover things. No, we just had a series of pinpricks, none of them serious by them-self but the combined mishaps added up to delays and a giant pain in the neck.

The result was that I had to work back, debugging a program at the last moment. My boss had promised it would be ready first thing in the morning and it was suddenly my responsibility to make good on his stupid promise.

I did it, mind you. I even had time to take a break for dinner before finishing off. It was getting late now and it would be dark soon. Normally, if we're going to be working until dark, we'd get a taxi voucher for the trip home. That was one of the pin pricks. The voucher book was empty and the boss had forgotten to order a new one. Don't worry about it, he says. It'll still be light when you've finished. I have faith in you. I'd rather less faith and a taxi voucher, but what could I do?

Anyway, I was fortunate enough to finish while it was still twilight. I'd checked the train timetable and I'd make the next one with time to spare. At least, I would have made it with time to spare if the guard had been at his post to let me out. We're a secure building after closing time and the guard has to sign late people out. Finding him not at his station left me standing there waiting for him to get back, quietly fuming.

He turned up after about five minutes, smiling and apologising. Nature had called, he told me, and he had gone to attend nature's needs. As far as I was concerned he should have stayed at his post and crapped his pants. Then I would have been gone and at the station already. 

I took off at a run to the station. I almost made it. I got there in time to see the train leaving, didn't I. Probably the only train to run on time for the whole day, but there it went on its way, without me.

I went and sat down in the waiting room, sulking. The next train wouldn't be for another half hour and it was getting dark rapidly. Yes, the waiting room had lights, after a fashion. The lights could have been brighter though. The only way they could have been dimmer would have been to turn them off. At least, I was able to console myself with the thought that the night was quiet and balmy. A beautiful night if you were going for a stroll along the beach with your boyfriend. But I wasn't. I was sitting in a waiting room, waiting for a damn train.

Five minutes later it was fully dark outside. I cursed my boss, wishfully thinking of taxi vouchers I have known. Then this guy walked into the waiting room and sat down. I practically cringed when he gave him. He was big and black and slightly scruffy. That doesn't really describe him. You think of a black man and you're really thinking of someone with darker skin than normal. 

This guy wasn't brown, or dark brown. He was black. He was so black I wondered if he was melanistic. (That's like the opposite of being an albino.) When I say he was big, I don't just mean he was tall. He was huge. Any self-respecting professional wrestler would take one look at this guy and run away rather than fight him. Given this, what with me being a petite little female, could you blame me for cringing slightly? 

He could, apparently. He looked at me cowering on my seat and cast a derisive look at the skies.

"Gawd protect me from racist, sexist, white honkeys," he grumbled, his voice rumbling like distant thunder.

How rude. I was most definitely not racist or sexist. White, maybe, but that was just an accident of birth. I could no more help that than he could help being black. It just wasn't in my nature to take insults without retaliating.

"I beg your pardon?" I snapped.

"Refused," he said, not even bothering to look in my direction.

Refused? What the hell did he mean, refused?

"Refused? What are you on about?"

"I thought you were apologising for being a racist, sexist, white honkey," he said. "I was refusing your apology because I don't think it sounded very sincere."

Why the hell would I be apologising. He was the one who should be apologising for being rude.

"I wasn't apologising," I said through gritted teeth. "I was objecting to you calling me a racist, sexist, white honkey. I'm not one of those, whatever a honkey is supposed to be."

"Look girl, I stepped into the waiting room and you almost hid under the seat. You took one look at me and decided big and black equalled potential rapist so you'd better hide. That's both racist and sexist." 

"I did no such thing," I snapped. Actually, I suppose I had. He was one scary looking man.

"Ha. Would you have cringed away if I'd been a woman? No. That's sexist. Would you have assumed that a white man was here to rape you instead of just waiting for a train? No. That's racist. Look at you. You're still poised on the edge of the bench, wondering if you should make a break for it. Did it ever occur to you that if I want to have sex I could easily find a hot mamma. A larger woman than a little bit like you. Hell, if your breasts were any smaller you'd be a boy."

Feeling ruffled, insulted, and indignant, I settled myself properly onto the bench. OK. So I'd been a bit flustered when he walked in. Understandable, surely? 

"I was not cringing away," I said firmly, "and thoughts of rape never crossed my mind. Might I point out that we're at a manned public railway station and they have cameras. I'm perfectly safe and I know it. And my breasts aren't small. They're the right size for a person with my small frame."

"If you say so," he said, sounding highly doubtful. "Anyway, far be it for me to dispel your sense of security," he added, and left it at that. 

What the hell was that supposed to mean. He could see the puzzled look on my face and he smirked, and looked over at and above the door. I followed his look and there was the security camera, covered in paint and pointing at the roof. I looked back at him and saw he was looking at the roof on the other side of the room. When I looked I saw that there were wires there but no camera.

I pointedly looked away from him and he sniggered. I thought only cartoon characters sniggered, like Muttley, the dog, but this guy managed it without any problems.

"Did you know they don't man this station at night?" he asked me. "Not enough customers at night in a business district to be worth their while."

No, I didn't know that. Thank you for telling me. He was deliberately trying to scare me. I just glared at him and turned away, nose in the air.

Oddly enough, his goading of me had relieved my mind. I guess that, in a rather nasty way, he was actually being kind, setting me more at ease with his presence. Not that I was going to thank him. He still came across as dreadfully arrogant.

Things were quiet for a few moments, then he started up again.

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be part of a piano?"

Was he fucking kidding? Part of a piano? Who wonders about things like that? I didn't say anything.

"Did you notice the size of my boots?"

Not really. I'd been too impressed with the size of him and his total blackness to notice little things like boots. I couldn't help but flick a glance at his feet. OK. He had truly impressive boots on, but what could you expect. I'm sure his feet were on the same scale as the rest of him. 

"What are you on about? What have pianos and boots got to do with anything?" I asked irritably.

"Pianos have black and white keys lying together and the old wives tale says big feet means big hands and big. . . other places."

Big feet, big cock. Now that he mentioned it I did recall the old saying. I could feel myself blushing. Was he making a pass at me? I ignored him.

"You know one thing really nice about being very big?"

He waited for an answer but I kept on ignoring him.

"You can just take what you want at times," he said.

I should have been watching him. He'd stood up and moved closer and was now standing right next to me. Even as that registered he sat down next to me, lifted me up and plunked me down on his lap. He didn't sit me on his lap. He just draped me cross it, facing down. I was still trying to register a protest when he pushed my dress up around my waist and pulled my panties and tights down and off. 

Oh my god. It suddenly registered on me that he was going to rape me. 

I started to wriggle and squeal and a great paw gave me a slap on the bottom.

"Just hush up a bit," he growled at me.

With that he picked me up and the world spun around me as he seemed to flip me head over heels. Whatever he did I finished up sitting straddling his lap, facing him. 

"Like the old song says, ebony and ivory. Look at us." He nodded down as he said that and so I quite naturally looked.

With my dress rucked up around my waist and nothing on below that I had a clear view of my waist and upper thighs, which were pressed hard up against him. I was all gleaming white and he has as black as his rotten heart, but I have to admit the contrast was stunning. Equally as stunning was the fact that the blackness he was using as a contrast to my whiteness was his cock, standing tall and proud. 

Now I know that old saying, big boots, big dick, is just an old wives tale with no scientific fact behind it. Seeing what he'd let loose from his pants and was pressing against me, I was quite willing to admit that there might be some truth in the tale. There was quite an impressive shaft raised between us, with my mound pressed firmly against it.

"Damn it, you wouldn't dare," I raged at him. "People might come at any moment. Let me go and we'll forget all about this."

He just laughed at me. Well, not just laughed. As well as laughing he began rubbing his cock up and down against my slit and I could feel it pressing hard against my lips down there. Feel it? I was still looking and I could see it moving up and down, teasing my mound.

Damn it, I could help feeling heat welling up from inside me. I was effectively open to him and I could both see and feel his cock as it started to make my acquaintance. I tried pushing away from him but his hands were on my hips holding me firmly in place. Putting my hands on his chest and pushing was as useful as trying to push a house over. 

For a couple of minutes things continued like that. He rubbed himself against me, raising my temperature, while I wriggled and complained and pushed against him and felt completely helpless.

I felt the hands on my hips tighten and he was lifting me. I could see myself scraping against his shaft and he raised me until there was finally room for it to spring forward between my thighs. At that point he changed directions, slowly lowering me again. God, he was strong. He was handling me so easily, not giving any indication that I had any weight. 

He lowered me until I could feel the head of his erection pressing against my lips, trying to push its way past them. At that point his hands let go my thighs. I dropped a little, his cock now pressing very firmly against me, but my hands caught hold of him and I hung on for dear life, trying to hold myself up and off his cock.

I couldn't get a grip with my knees to push myself up and was reduced to holding onto his shirt, both fists clutching it tight.

I looked up at him and he was watching me, smiling. He held up one hand, closed into a fist but with his index finger extended.

"How ticklish are you?" he asked, and poked me in the ribs.

The answer was very. I convulsed away from his prodding finger with a squeal, which became an even louder squeal when I found that I'd successfully skewered myself with the sudden movement.

The next few moments were hell on earth. He was tickling me, for god's sake, while I was sitting on his cock. I was trying to squirm away from the tickling and my squealing from that would morph into a different type of squirming and squealing as I found myself sinking slowly onto his cock.

I couldn't believe that I could sink so far down onto him. I just seemed to be going lower and lower, feeling his cock rising up inside me, filling me and stretching me all out of shape. Or into shape, one tailored to take his erection. Just when I though he was going to split me in half I seemed to settle, holding in position, his cock finally fully in me. I was amazed that I could take it all.

I expected him to start fucking me hard at this stage but he didn't. He just sat there with me transfixed by his cock. What he did do was start undoing the buttons on my blouse.

"What do you think you're doing?" I snapped at him, trying to slap his hands away.

"Geez, are you slow or what?" came the sarcastic reply. "I've pulled your panties off and stuck my cock up you and you want to know what I'm doing?"

"I didn't mean that," I blustered, flushing. Of course I knew what was going on. I could feel his cock inside me, couldn't I? Pretty hard to miss something like that. "I meant why are you undoing my blouse?"

By this time he had the buttons undone and was pushing my bra up and over my breasts. 

"I was checking to see if you were bluffing," he said, his hands closing over my breasts. "It seems you do have a nice pair. Rather small, of course, but I guess that applies to all of you. That smallness does make you nice and tight just here, though."

To indicate where I was nice and tight he gave a little hump with his cock, bouncing me slightly.

He still didn't start taking me in earnest. He left me sitting there, filled up to my tonsils with cock, while he played with my breasts. I was irritated to see that my nipples were erect even before he took my bra off. Anyone would think I wanted this to happen. He stroked my breasts, rolling the nipples under his thumbs. His big black hands on my white breasts looked really strange. I found myself squirming under his touch, breathing hard. Unfortunately, that squirming meant I was also rubbing against his cock, increasing my awareness of it and what it was doing to me.

"You don't need to wait for me, you know," he advised me. "You can start bouncing anytime you like. I won't mind."

Was he joking? Looking at him I decided he wasn't. The arrogant oaf really thought I'd start the ball rolling. I sat there, fuming and squirming. There was no way that I was going to cooperate.

"You know, if you were a big strong mamma, I'd be able to suck on these little titties of yours," he told me, sounding quite reflective. "As it is, you're such a tiny little thing I'd get a crick in my neck bending down to them. I guess I should have started with those before letting you hop on my lap. Next time, maybe."

"Next time?" I asked. "Ha! There shouldn't even be a this time. Fat chance I'll let you anywhere near me for a next time."

"Don't be like that. One never knows what might happen in the future."

He was laughing at me. I just knew it. It was humiliating. It was almost a relief when I found him starting to take me properly. He started slowly and I could feel his cock dragging against me. Then it was pushing back in and I could feel myself being stretched to take him again. 

I didn't want to but I found myself moving with him, pushing firmly against him as he took me. I was only working with him because it made things easier. He was taking me anyway, so it didn't hurt to cooperate. 

He started building up speed and I found myself bouncing on his lap as he drove into me. God it was strange. His cock seemed to take forever to pull out and then it would come crashing back, overwhelming me. I idly wondered if I was going to be permanently stretched out of shape. Whatever the future, right now I was bouncing, bouncing, bouncing, and he was raising all sorts of excitement inside me.

Eventually I knew I was going to climax. Any moment now I was going to have a climax, and I was doing my best to bounce along with him to hurry it up. If I had to do this, at the very least I deserved a climax. Hell, the size of him, I should be demanding multiple orgasms.

My climax was right there. I could feel it coming. He stopped. Just like that he pulled back and continued pulling back, popping free. I just sat there staring at him, feeling stunned. He couldn't do this.

I was going, "Ah, what, why, what the hell?" and he was smiling down at me.

"If you want me to finish off, stand up and bend over with your hands on the bench," he said.

He was joking. He was bluffing. No way was he going to stop just like that. The trouble was what if he wasn't? What if he did stop if I didn't bend over? My body was screaming one thing at me and my mind another. It was a case of don't stop versus don't do what he wants.

My body won. Without any conscious decision I was scrambling off his knee and bending over the bench. He came around behind me and then he was driving back into me, almost lifting me off my feet with each thrust.

It didn't take long. A few good hard thrusts and I was yowling and climaxing, shuddering with the force of it. I could tell from the way he was acting that he was climaxing as well, but I wasn't really concerned about him. I was just letting my own climax run through me.

When I got myself together it was to find him sitting back where he'd been earlier, completely at ease. I was sitting on the bench with my dress tucked around my waist, my panties and tights sitting on the bench next to me, my blouse gaping open and my bra sitting up above my breasts, leaving them on public display.

Furious, I hastily straightened my clothes, throwing dagger looks at him the entire time. Dressed, I turned on him.

"I can have you arrested for that," I snapped.

"Arrested for what?" he asked, sounding quietly confident.

"For what?" I almost shrieked. "You raped me."

"Ah, no, I didn't."

I must have looked rather stunned. I know I felt that way.

"Then just what do you call what happened?" I demanded.

"Sex by mutual consent," he said.

"Mutual consent? When did I consent? I never said yes. Not once."

"Ah, you'll find that at one stage there I asked you to bend over the bench if you wanted me to continue. You bent over, showing off your pretty little bottom, legs spread, waiting for me to take you. That sort of action is considered consent."

I blinked, unable to think of anything to say. The way he put it, I had consented.

"I'll tell you what," he said. "We'll split the difference. We'll call it reluctant seduction. You were reluctant at the start but consented at the end."

I was still lost for words. Fortunately the train came in at that stage and I just went and boarded it, not knowing what to think. Well, I did know one thing. If I was going to work overtime in future then the boss had better have taxi vouchers ready.



Black and White



As a black man it is never easy moving up the corporate ladder. I was a little lucky that I found a sponsor, as such, at the company I worked for. A man named Tony took me under his wing and greased the skids a bit for me. I almost felt like a family member. The day everything came together was the day Tony invited me to his home. I found out from other employees that Tony rarely invited anyone to his home, even his corporate equals.

I drove over to Tony's house that Saturday morning. It was a palatial house with a couple expensive vehicles parked in the driveway. I rang the doorbell and got a bit of a surprise when the door opened. There stood a petite woman with just a bathrobe on. I soon found out that this was Tony's wife, Betty. She invited me in and then offered me some coffee. 

"Tony's a little late finishing up his round of golf, he told me to have you wait," Betty had said.

What was I to do, just up and leave? This was one of the owners of the company I worked for. I figured I was in for a wait. Betty sat down directly across from me on a couch. She was a small woman with dark brown hair, attractive features and she had big tits. My eyes homed in on them the first minute I was there. The robe she wore revealed her cleavage quite nicely. She also had a habit of letting her robe part right at her legs. It was if she was inviting me to take a look.

Well, I did look and I could tell Betty was giving me the once over. I saw her eyes trail down to my crotch more than once. I think my cock was bulging through my pants. Our gazing at each other was interrupted by the phone ringing. It was Tony. He was going to be really late, so would I mind waiting even longer for him? What could I do, I figured there went my entire Saturday shot waiting for the boss.

I told Betty I would stay and wait. A big smile crossed her face. She stood up and walked directly in front of me as I sat in the chair there in the living room. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as Betty pulled the belt free on her robe and let it drop to the floor. There my boss's wife stood entirely naked before me. I didn't know what to say. I think my mouth dropped open.

"What do you think, Scott?"

I thought she looked beautiful. Her pussy was shaved and she had these enormous boobs topped with pinkish nipples. Her hips were very narrow. It also looked like she had a small pussy. I wondered how a man could ever fit his cock in there. Betty reached out and took my hands and pulled on them as if she wanted me to stand up. I did as she wanted and Betty got to her knees and started to unzip me.

I couldn't hardly believe what was happening. It was all moving so fast. Betty loosened my pants and then pulled them and my briefs to the floor.

"Oh my God, Scott, it's huge!" Betty's eyes were focused onto my giant dick. It was already getting hard and was very thick as well. "I don't know if I can swallow that," she said to me. As Betty drew her mouth closer I reached out and placed a hand on the back of her head. I guess there was no turning back now. I wanted her mouth around my stiff cock. 

Betty wrapped her lips around my cock head. She could barely take a couple of inches into her mouth before she started to gag. I guess I was too big to swallow down. I tried to force her head down even more onto my pole. Betty's cheeks were puffed out and saliva was dripping from the corners of her mouth. There was only so much of my dick that she was going to take in her mouth. She continued to suck what she could until I was completely erect. My cock stood out straight nearly ten inches in length.

I then lifted up under Betty's arms and brought her to her feet. I removed my shirt and kicked my pants and underwear away. I hoisted Betty up and placed her onto the edge of the counter in the adjoining kitchen. Betty just looked down at my cock. She must have thought there was no way she could take all of me. I guess we were going to find out.

I slid her legs apart and I took my cock in hand. I fitted the head to her wet pussy and I started to push. Betty was so small and tight I could barely get my cock head and a couple of inches inside her. Betty was moaning and telling me she couldn't take all of it. I just kept stroking into her. I had never been in a pussy this small before. It was like fucking some young virgin. Once I had a few inches of my cock into her. I picked her up under her ass. 

Betty threw her arms around my neck and locked her legs in place. I started to pump my big black muscle into her. I knew I was never going to get all my cock into her, but I was going to attempt it. We stood in the middle of the kitchen. My giant cock was stuffed into this tiny pussy.

"Jesus, Scott, your cock is fucking massive!" Betty was screaming into my ear.

I was banging my boss's wife for all it was worth. The friction was almost unbearable. I felt my nut sacs starting to pinch. I stopped pumping for a second and told Betty I was close to cumming. She told me I better pull out. She wasn't on the pill she had said. I went to back out of Betty but my cock was locked in placed. Betty's pussy constricted so much I was caught inside her tiny quim. I just looked into her face. 

It was too late to do anything. I just flexed my cock muscles and I erupted inside Betty. I think we both threw our heads back as cum spewed from the tip of my black nozzle. I must have cum for five minutes straight as Betty's pussy had me in a death grip. I could see my seed dripped out from Betty as I brought her back over the the counter edge. She sat there until we both calmed down enough that I was able to remove my dick from her wet hole.

"I have never been fucked like that before, Scott," Betty told me as she was panting. I had never encountered a pussy like Betty's either. It was so small and tight. Once I slipped out, Betty got on her feet and wobbled to the bathroom. She brought back some wet towels and we were able to clean up some. My cock felt raw from being in such a tight pussy and Betty said her pussy was hot and raw from the fucking I gave her. We managed to both get dressed and Tony eventually showed up. He was in good spirits as the golf game went well.

The reason he had asked me to drop by was that he wanted to offer me a better position in the company. I was going to be moving up the ladder. All three of us had a drink to salute my good fortune. If Tony only knew how good my fortune had been that day. Betty and I managed to trade cell phone numbers before I left their house. When I got home later I was lying in bed naked. My cock was sore and raw still and I was thinking about Betty.

My cell phone rang and it was her. Tony had left the house for a few minutes and she wanted to chance a call to me. Betty had said that she and Tony rarely had sex anymore. She felt as if she was just the trophy wife who was trotted out at company functions. Besides, Tony's cock was nowhere as big as mine. Betty had been fantasizing the whole afternoon about the sex we had together. She was also a little scared that we had unprotected sex.

Betty quit taking birth control after Tony and she no longer made love. She did say that there was excitement feeling a complete stranger blow his load into her tight pussy. The main reason she called was to find out if I still wanted her. Did I want to fuck her again and again like we had today? I told Betty I was going to make her my fuck slave from now on. She was not to make love to Tony anymore. I was going to stretch her pussy until she was able to take all ten inches of me.

Betty said she was in bed also. She was fingering her clitoris as we spoke on the phone. Even though her pussy was so sore from the sex we had that afternoon, she wished I were there now fucking the hell out of her. Betty sure knew how to make my cock erect. We are now making plans to meet soon, so we can fulfill our fantasies once more.



Black and White



You Can't Take The Ghetto Out Of The Girl

Shannon had begged off going with us. She said she had a headache so I grabbed the girls and headed out. Our two girls were five and six and a half, and were the apples of my eye and loved their daddy, even more than the water park we were headed for.

"Crap," I said under my breath as we pulled into the park. The sign read, Due to a water main break, the park would be closed until tomorrow. "Sorry girls, we'll have to do it next weekend. Maybe mommy will feel better so she can go with us next week," I told them in my most sincere voice.

I knew that they were disappointed and more than a little down so I suggested, "why don't pick up pizza and surprise mommy with lunch?" 

They got all excited and started jumping up and down. I let them pick out where we got the pizza, Chucky Cheese, and even what toppings to put on it. As we pulled up into our driveway, I told them to be very quiet so we could surprise mommy. We snuck into the house and put the pizza on the kitchen counter. I thought I could hear Shannon upstairs and I figured the noise from her TV would drown out our stomping up the hall.

Have you ever tried to sneak up on anybody with two little kids? They were snickering and trying their best not to laugh but their excitement was building. Outside our bedroom door we counted together, "one, two, three." And as I swung open the door we all yelled out "Surprise." But instead, we were the ones that got the surprise. There on our bed was my wife and the mother of my kids lying naked with a tall black man. 

"What's that man doing to mommy?" One of my girls asked with a puzzled look on her face. 

I grabbed the girls and led them down stairs, telling them to wait for me in the kitchen and ran back upstairs.

Shannon was crying and trying to say something when I told her to, "shut the hell up."

"I'm leaving with the girls and you two have ten minutes to get your black asses out of my house before I come back. If you're still here when I get back, I'm going to shoot you both where you stand, do you understand?" I screamed.

"Don't shoot man, I'm out of here," the guy pleaded.

My wife was on the bed crying when I grabbed her by the back of her hair, "that includes your black whoring ass too."

I walked back down stairs and told the girls we forgot to pickup soda and that we needed to go out again. We piled in the car and drove off. We went to the store, picked up a six-pack and headed back home. 

How I held it together I'll never know. I was so damn hot from the anger I felt inside, I thought I'd explode. 

"How the hell could she do this to me, and how long had she been screwing around?" were only two of a million questions I wanted answers to.

When we got back, her car was gone so I went upstairs. It looked like she'd packed a couple of bags and left. I came down stairs and told the girls' mommy must have gone out but we'd have our own pizza party anyway. 

That was one long afternoon. I steamed in silence as the kids played video games. As night fell I gave them a bath, put them into bed and kissed them goodnight. They asked about mommy but I made up excuses and they were young enough to believe them.

I'd met Shannon in college. We were in the same business class and sat across from each other. She was very nice looking so after class one day I asked her out for lunch. 

"Hi, my names Dan," I said with my best smile. "If you've got the time, you want to grab a bite?" 

She looked me up one side and down the other before replying that she didn't date little honky white boys.

A little taken back, I replied that I normally don't date black ghetto trash, but in her case I'd make an exception. 

We both looked at one another and laughed. "I'm Shannon," she said. "And I'd love to have lunch with you," she said with a smile. 

You see, I was white and Shannon was black and were attending a college in the South. It took about eleven lunches, three diners and two movies before we became a couple. 

She told me that her mother raised her and her two brothers, after their dad left. About how her mother was tough as nails, and said that young black men had only one thing on their mind, "so girl, you'd better keep your legs crossed." My big brothers kept the riff raft away from me, so I could work my way out of the projects and make something of myself.

I on the other hand, came from an upper middle class family. My parents drove home that fact that there were no free rides and that if you wanted anything in life you had to work for it. I had only an older sister, who married well, by age twenty. So we didn't have a lot in common, other than we both wanted the best out of life and were not afraid of a little hard work. 

After dating for about six months, Shannon took me home to meet her family and I did the same the following month. Neither family was quiet sure what to make of it, but at least they didn't judge us. After two years we got engaged and life became a whole lot more complicated for both our families. The only redeeming fact was that both our mothers got along. They wanted the best for their kids, and if we wanted to get married, well so be it.

They did sit us down and say that black and white marriages were not a walk in the park. However, if we loved each other, that was all that mattered. My sister loved Shannon and her brother's Terry and Kevin would do anything for me because of the way I treated their little sister. 

Sex with Shannon was hot to say the least. She was about 5'9", 135 lbs, small breasts and a nice small but round ass. We had sex for the first time after dating for seven months. She came back to my place after a party and although we were a little drunk, she was the one making the advances. 

"You sure you want to do this?" I asked. 

"You don't want me?" 

"Hell yes," I replied. 

She was beautiful. Her short hair glistened and her body was perfect. I kissed her full lips before wetting her upper and lower lips with my tongue. I sucked on her bottom lip, licked it again and kissed her hard. We swapped spit and tongues for what seemed like hours all the while exploring each other's bodies.

I loved her long brown nipples and they became hard as soon as my lips inhaled them. I licked and sucked one while I twisted the other making a small moan escape her lips. I was in no hurry and really wanted this night to be special. Shannon wasn't shaved but was trimmed very short. With one finger, I explored her pussy and found it to be wet as I went in to the first knuckle. 

I kissed and cupped her small breasts, licked her stomach and stopped short of her pussy. I leaned up to kiss her once more and then dove into her honey pot.

"Oh my God," is all I heard as I licked and sucked her wet cunt. I ended up moving between her thighs so I could raise up her legs to get better access to her pussy.

Shannon was moaning and moving beneath me as I hung on. Every once in a while she'd let out a loud moan begging me not to stop as she held onto my head. She had dark, almost black outer pussy lips but was a pretty pink on the inside. She loved it when I'd spread her lips wide and drive my tongue deep inside her. With my tongue in her pussy I felt her cum the first time. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled it tightly to her cunt as she moved it across my face.

With a coating of pussy juice all over my face, I crawled up and began to kiss and tongue her. The taste of her pussy juice on my lips drove her nuts. I went back down and concentrated just on her clit this time. I pulled back the little hood and exposed it. Flicking the tip of my tongue on her clit would cause her hips to rise off the bed. I inserted one than two fingers into her now soppy nest. 

Shannon was now moaning non-stop and crying out that it felt so good and that she wanted me inside. She went off for the second time when I started sucking on her clit while finger fucking her. I could feel her tight pussy muscles grip my fingers as she let go. I was hard as a rock, so lubing up the head with her pussy juice I eased in.

I planned on going slow, until Shannon wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me all the way in. She gasped, was motionless for a few seconds before she started pushing back against my strokes. We started off slow but after a minute or so, were banging hard against each other. I was so horny that within five minutes I started shooting and Shannon followed right behind me. I pumped load after load into that pussy until I started to shrink and finally just flopped out of her. She grabbed me, and smothered me with kisses. 

"That was the best sex I've ever had," she exclaimed almost crushing me. There was a slight pause before she leaped to her feet. "Holly shit," she screamed. "We didn't use a condom," she cried out. 

"You're not on the pill?" I asked. 

"NO! Never had to worry about that until tonight." She replied with this horrified look on her face.

We made it through that scare but she went on the pill the following week. She said she'd fooled around with a few boys when she was in high school, but had only let them have a little finger action before stopping them. She was basically a virgin until last night. 

Two weeks later, and on the pill, we spent the weekend in bed, and what a weekend it was. We sucked and fucked until we both could barely walk. She became a great little cocksucker and had no problem taking my six inches all the way down her throat.

We were inseperateable after that weekend. We rotated holidays between the families as they both expected us to get married after graduation. We had both white and black friends who were envious as hell that we were so much in love and had made it work so well. 

As a wedding gift, my parents gave us my grandparents two bedroom home free and clear. I got, through my dad's connections, a great marketing job and after a year was making more money than I'd ever dreamed. Shannon worked in a legal office and though the hours were long at times, really had a good future there.

That is, until she got pregnent. It wasn't planned but we accepted it. A year and a half later we had our second and Shannon quit work to raise our two girls. Just after the second baby, her mom moved in and stayed with us for almost four months to help out. That's when her mom and I became really close. Her brothers still loved to torment me every chance they got but would do anything for us. 

It took a lot of arm-twisting but I talked them both into going back to school. I told them if they did well, I'd put in a good word with the sales manager to get them jobs. We had everything we'd ever dreamed of and I thought nothing could spoil it for us. That is, until Chris came to town.

Chris was a cousin of one of Shannon's closest friends. He came down for an extended visit from New York. He didn't have a steady job and only worked construction when he needed the money or couldn't sponge off of someone else. He was about 6'2", 210 lbs and built like a body builder. He had all the girls swooning when he walked by. 

"Damm, I'd sure like to try some of that stuff," one would say. 

"I heard he's hung like a horse," another piped in. 

"I could get myself in a lot of trouble with something like that," a third added. 

Shannon looked and said she was satisfied with what she had at home.

"Girl, you haven't been fucked until you've been fucked by a hung brother," one of her black friends said. "When you find one that can take you from across the room, then you'll know what it means to be fucked." They laughed, joked but all agreed that all their husbands would kill them if they were ever caught messing around. Shannon excused herself and went to the bathroom.

As she walked through the bedroom to the bathroom, out came Chris and he was naked. The only thing Shannon saw was the thick, twelve-inch piece of meat between his legs. 

Chris broke her stare with, "stare any longer at it girl and you're going to burn a hole right through it."

She composed herself, apologized and went into the bathroom. God I didn't know they made them that big she said to herself. She did her business and walked out. 

Chris was still drying himself off from his shower and made no effort to cover himself up. "If you see anything to want to try out let me know" he chuckled as Shannon left the room.

That night as they made love, Shannon couldn't get Chris's dick out of her mind. As she gave Dan a blowjob she imagined she was sucking Chris's cock. "How do you get something that size down your throat anyway," she thought. 

"Earth to Shannon, earth to Shannon," I called out to her. 

"Sorry hon, I was just thinking about something I needed to do tomorrow." 

"When we make love? You really know how to stroke a guys ego," I replied.

Shannon had been helping Chris's cousin Tina pass her math and English classes. While getting ready for finals, Shannon was spending more and more time there and Chris was always sniffing around her. Going for a glass of water Chris came up behind her and pressed his dick against her ass. 

"Wouldn't you like a little black meat for a change?" 

"Chris, I'm married," she replied. 

Grabbing her hand, he put it on his dick and said, you get a taste of this girl, you'll never be satisfied with that puny white dick of your husbands again." She pulled away and went back into the other room.

With Chris popping in and out of the room, it was getting harder and harder for her to concentrate on Tina's schoolwork. After about an hour, they called it quits for the day

"The math test is next Thursday and my paper is due the Monday after," Tina reminded her. 

"Don't worry, we'll get you through it," Shannon assured her.

Sunday dinner was going to be special I told Shannon. "I have a surprise for Terry and Kevin," but I wouldn't tell her what. "You'll blab and ruin my surprise." 

As we all sat around the dinner table I told everyone I had something to tell them. "There is nothing more important and special as family," I started. "No matter where you go and what you do, you know that you can always count on your family. Kevin, Terry, my brothers, effective Monday you will both have your own sales territories. You'll both be based out of here, which your wives' will appreciate, but will be responsible for the sales in two states each." 

The table went wild with everyone congratulating and hugging each other. When the commotion wore down, both brothers came over and hugged me. 

"No one gave this to you two, you guys earned it," is all I said. Shannon's mother came over to me when most people had left and pulled me aside. 

"I wasn't too sure about the whole arrangement when you two first got together, but you've done more for this family in the last eight years than I could ever pay you back for," she said. 

"Mom, we're family. This is what family does for each other." I replied.

On the drive home Shannon cuddled up next to me. "It looks like someone is going to get something special later tonight," she whispered. After putting the kids down for the night Shannon put on her sexiest outfit and came to bed. 

"Now this is what I call window dressing," I said as I started removing it. "It's just like my birthday all over again, taking the wrapping paper off my present." 

Shannon told me to lay back and enjoy. With her lips, she traced every contour of my body. She kissed me, worked on my nipples and move lower to my dick. Grabbing it and sucking it down brought me to an instant erection. 

"Looks like someone is happy to see me," she said. Licking the head and under side, before she licked one nut and then the other. 

"Damn girl, you have the silkiest mouth around and if you keep that up, you're going to get more than you bargained for," I told her.

Shannon was now deep throating Dan all the way down to his balls. "I could never do this to Chris," she thought as she stroked Dan's cock. 

Straddling his dick, she lowered herself onto it. Now resting on his balls she wiggled her ass, "a perfect fit," she said. Shannon raised and lowered herself onto Dan's dick tightening her pussy muscles on the down stroke as she continued thinking about Chris.

I was in fucking heaven. I reached up, cupped her breasts and then played with her nipples until they stuck out almost a full inch. The only sound now was the smacking of Shannon's body against mine as she drove her pussy home. 

Playing with her clit, Shannon imagined she was riding Chris's hard dick. With her eyes closed she felt the warmth of the climax coming over her.

Picking up the pace and frigging her clit with both hands, Shannon let loose with a scream. She ground her pussy onto my cock as she felt me explode inside of her. With her eyes closed, she leaned forward and kissed me until I rolled her over on the bed next to me. 

"Aren't you the wild little thing tonight," I said to her. "You must have been super horny tonight," I told Shannon.

Shannon felt dirty when she realized she hadn't made love to her husband but had wildly fucked Chris in her mind. For a moment she couldn't even look at him until Dan reached over, put her face in his hands and said, "I really do love you," and kissed her again.

That night Shannon realized she had to get Chris out of her head. "I wish he'd just leave," she yelled to herself. 

Shannon had Tina come to her house to study the next few nights. In this way, she didn't have to deal with Chris. 

With the math test two days off, Tina called Shannon up. "I need you to do a quick review with me tomorrow," Tina pleaded. "But you need to come here, because I'm still trying to finish my English paper. Shannon relented and told me she'd be back in a few hours. 

Tina knew her shit and was ready to nail the test. "I can't thank you enough," she told Shannon. "Stay here, because I've ordered a pizza to celebrate and I'll be back in a minute," she said as she ran out the door.

Shannon went into the bathroom and when she came out Chris was there. He grabbed her and kissed her hard. She pulled her face away but he kissed her again and this time she didn't. He was feeling her breasts and pussy and Shannon had her hands down his pants stroking his growing cock. She was breathing hot and fast when she heard the door slam and Tina yelling, asking where was everyone was. Quickly she put herself together and went into the kitchen.

"There you are girl," Tina said. "You look a little flushed, you ok?" She asked. 

"I think I'm starting to come down with something," she told Tina.

Tina was eating, drinking and beaming. "I'm going to nail that motherfucker tomorrow and I have you to thank," she announced. After one piece of pizza Shannon said it was time for her to get home and to make sure and call her when she had finished the test.

Tina called the next day and said she got an A on it, and couldn't thank her enough. "All I've got to do is finish up this paper and I'm done," she exclaimed. "When it's done, I'd appreciate it if you'd read it and give me you opinion," she asked. 

"No problem," Shannon replied.

Saturday morning, as Tina was just finishing up the paper, she called and told Shannon she'd be bringing it over.

"Dan and the kids went to the water park so it'll have plenty of time." 

Tina was getting ready to leave when she realized she hadn't done the index page. "Shit," she said. Chris walked in and sat down. "Chris, be a honey and drop this paper off at Shannon's for me will you? She's going to read it for me while her family is gone for the day," she told him. 

"Sure cus," Chris replied. 

All the way over he thought of how he was going to bed the bitch. She was hot for him and all it was going to take was a little more pushing. 

When she opened the door, the last person she expected to see was Chris. 




Black and White



"Tina wanted me to drop this over for her," he said as he handed her the paper. 

"Chris you have to leave," is all she said. 

"No problem but can you at least get me a drink of water first?" he asked. 

"Then you have to leave," she said.

Shannon got a glass from the cupboard and went to the sink, Chris came up behind and grabbed her. Turning her around he kissed her. 

"I'm married and the kids will be home soon," she protested. Kissing her again and forcing his tongue down her throat he slipped his hand into her shorts and felt her pussy. Forcing a finger into her snatch he moved it in and out, she became hot instantly.

Shannon was now kissing him back and grasping for Chris's dick. Kneeling down. She pulled his shorts down as it sprung out of his pants. Wrapping both hands around it she licked the head and shoved it into her mouth. Shannon could only get about five inches down her throat initially but kept trying for more. 

"Hungry little bitch aren't you?" Chris teased. "Don't worry, I'm going to give you all you can handle."

Chris lifted her up and she led him into the bedroom. They ripped their clothes off and tumbled to the bed. Shannon went back to licking and sucking his now erect dick. She was in a sexual daze. 

What the hell was she doing? Cheating on her husband in their bed? It all seemed so far away, this wasn't real was it? But it was. By the time she was done, she'd gotten eight inches down her throat and that was all she could take.

Chris turned her around and as she licked and sucked him, he licked and played with her tits. "Nice long nipples, you must have nursed the girls" he said. 

That phrase jogged her back to reality. "Got to stop this now, I can't go any further," she thought. "We can't do this," she cried out. 

"Too late for that bitch," as he got between her legs, lubed the head of his dick up and pushed in.

Shannon cried out from both the pleasure and the pain of Chris's big dick. She'd never had anything so large in her cunt and it was stretching her to the max. 

"How does it feel to have a real man in that black pussy?" Chris said as he pumped away. 

She'd never felt so full and as he pounded away she could only lie there and take it. She was about to cum when the door flung open.

There standing in the door was her husband and two little girls. Chris yelled, "Oh fuck," as he pulled out of her and grabbed for his clothes. I couldn't move, just laid there with my stretched out pussy out there for the world to see.

Dan took the kids away and that was all the time I needed to snap myself back to what was going down. "Oh fuck, what had I done," was the first thing that popped into my head.

By now, Dan was back screaming at the two of us. He told us to get out of his fucking house or he'd kill us both. I tried to explain but after seeing the hate in his eyes I knew it was hopeless. He stormed out and I threw some clothes on and drove away, I don't know what happened to Chris nor did I care. 

I drove around for about 25 minutes and pulled into a parking lot and started to cry. I cried for the better part of an hour before realizing that I no longer had a home. The only place I had to go was momma's house. 

As I drove there I kept going over in my mind what a stupid thing I'd done and trying to figure a way to fix it, but there really wasn't a way to take it back.

Chris ran into the house and startled Tina. "What the matter with you she asked?" 

"If anyone asks if I'm not here," he said. 

"What the hell did you do?" Tina shouted. 

"It wasn't my fault, it just happened," Chris replied.

"You tell me straight, what just happened?" Tina yelled demanding to know. 

Looking down at the floor Chris said, "Dan caught Shannon and I in bed together." 

"Holy mother of God, tell me your fucking lying Chris, tell me it ain't so?" Tina said almost crying. 

"I'm sorry it just happened Tina," Chris told her. 

"Nothing just happens with you, I want you out of here tomorrow," she screamed. "You just ruined the lives of two of my best friends, for what, another notch on you bedpost? You make me sick," she said as she stormed out. Tina knew exactly where Shannon would go and she was right behind her.

Shannon pulled into momma's driveway, wiped her eyes and went inside. 

"Hey baby, what do I owe this unexpected visit?" she asked.

"Can I sleep here tonight?" Shannon asked. 

"You two having a lovers quarrel?" she replied. 

"Something like that momma," she answered. 

Just then Tina barged through the door. "Chris told me the whole story. What the hell are you going to do Shannon?"

"Sit girls," was all momma said. "Now Shannon, you tell me what you've done right now." 

Shannon was staring at the floor when she felt the sting of a slap across her face. "Girl I'm not going to ask you again, what have you done?" she shouted. 

Shannon started to cry as she told her how Dan and the girls had seen her in bed with Chris. 

"Oh Lord Jesus, girl what were you thinking of, and the little ones seeing you too, oh mother of God how could you do it to your husband."

"I'm sorry momma," was all Shannon could get out. 

"Don't you be telling me you're sorry honey, you should be asking God and your husband for forgiveness but lord that may not happen." 

"I knew that lowlife Chris was no good and how you let him talk you into it is beyond me," her mother said to her. 

"Have you tried to call Dan yet?" Tina asked. 

"He was so angry, I thought I'd let him cool down tonight." 

"Sleep here tonight and we'll deal with that in the morning," momma said.

Chris couldn't keep his mouth shut and when he told one of Tina's friends it spread like wild fire. Pretty soon Terry and Kevin were at momma's house also. 

"Where is she?" they yelled as they stormed in. 

"She's upstairs sleeping" their mother replied. 

"Shannon get your ass down here girl," Terry yelled up the stairs. 

Kevin was pacing back and forth until momma told him to sit down. Shannon slowly came down the stairs a they both started in on her.

"What the fuck were you thinking girl and how could you throw away your marriage on some fucking piece of trash like that" they yelled. Shannon just hung her head in despair.

"Come on Kev let's go see Dan, this ghetto whore is making me sick." They left and Shannon started crying again. 

Dan and the girls were having lunch when the two arrived. 

"Bad news travels fast," I said as they walked in the door. 

"Hi uncle Terry, hi uncle Kevin," the girls said and ran to give them a hug.

The girls then went back to the table and started eating again. 

"Daddy needs to talk to them, so finish your lunch and I'll be right back," I told my two girls. 

"We heard man, were so sorry. You want us to kill the motherfucker?" Kevin asked. 

"He's not worth you two going to jail and besides, you've got new jobs and families to worry about, I'll be fine. One thing you could do for me is to take that bed out and put it on the curb. The sheets, the pillows, the bed everything, I just want it out of my house," I asked.

It didn't take long, and everything was cleaned out. I brought up a box of garbage bags from the basement. "I'd appreciate it if you'd give me a hand to get all her shit out of here." Twenty bags and an hour later, it was done. 

"I don't want to know where Shannon is. Just make sure she gets her stuff and tell her to leave us alone," was all I said. They packed up the bags and headed off to mommas.

They unloaded the bags in their mother's garage and told her what Dan had said. "We've got one more thing to do," Kevin said as they left. 

Chris was packing his bags as they came through the door.

"Mother fucker, if it was up to me, you would have already taken your last breath but we promised Dan we wouldn't kill you," Terry said. 

"But dick head, we're going to give you a going away gift," Kevin said as his fist smashed into Chris's his nose. Within 20 minutes Chris was a bloody lump on the floor. 

The last thing Terry did as he walked out was to kick him full force into the nuts. "I don't think you'll be using that thing for a while anyway," he said as they left.

The next two weeks were rough on the kids and me. They wanted to know where their mommy was and when she was coming home. I told them mommy had to go on a trip but they could talk to her soon. I on the other hand was pissed beyond belief. How could she have done that to me and how long had it been going on. He thought back to the last times they made love and he remembered a few quirks but nothing big, he felt like a big sucker.

Shannon called numerous times but I either hung up on her or just didn't answer the phone. At work I had my calls screened so I didn't have to worry about her getting through. I knew eventually I would have to talk to her but I wasn't ready just yet.

The brothers steered clear of the issue and just asked if there was anything they could do to help. "Maybe once in a while if someone could watch the girls while I run errands that would be helpful." 

Between momma and their wives, they took turns watching the girls but knew not to bring up Shannon around me. A week later, Shannon called while momma was baby-sitting. 

"I'm going to let you talk to the girls but say nothing about what's going on. Tell them you love them and that you'll see them soon, short and sweet."

The girls were excited and screaming as they talked to their mommy. The only question was when she was coming home. "Soon darlings, very soon I hope," Shannon said. When the kids were done Shannon talked to her mom and asked if Dan was there.

"He'll be back soon," she replied. 

"Can you ask him to call me on my cell phone?" she asked. 

"I'll ask, but I can't say that his will honey." 

"Well ask him anyway," she pleaded.

I came back home and the kids were all on me about how they talked to their mother and that she was coming home soon. After settling them down and getting them out of the room I asked, "what's going on?" 

"Shannon called and the girls talked to her, that's all," she said. 

"What's this about her coming home?" I asked. 

"Don't know, but she wants you to call her." 

"That will be a cold day in hell," I said loudly.

Momma looked at me and said, "your going to have to address it sooner or later. If it's over, tell her so you both can move on. But, if you want to take another shot at it, well you two will have to work that out yourselves."

I hated her, even the thought of her made me sick to my stomach. The sight of the two of them was burned into my brain and I couldn't get it out of my head. I just wanted to know why? I thought she loved me or at least she said she did but now I had my doubts. I didn't want to do it on the phone, but I was afraid to see her in person, because of what I might do so I needed a neutral place.

When the kids were in bed I called her. She immediately started crying and saying how sorry she was before I stopped her. 

"What do you want?" I asked. 

"I want to see you and the girls," she choked out. 

"Why? Wasn't the last time we saw you enough?" I said sarcastically. 

She started to cry again so I told her I'd bring the girls over to her mothers next Sunday but I wasn't sure if I'd be staying, and hung up.

Sunday was wild with the kids all over Shannon, but I stayed out of the picture. By afternoon the kids had wound down and were asking when she was coming home,

"Soon I hope," is all she said. I broke it up and said I needed to talk to their mother and took her outside. 

"For the sake of the kids, why don't you move back in," I said. Her eyes lit up and she grabbed me. 

"Don't fucking touch me" I shouted. Don't you ever touch me again. You'll be sleeping in the spare room and we'll carry on for the sake of the kids because they need their mother but don't get any ideas about me," I said. She agreed and Shannon moved back in that night.

It was a little weird especially with the sleeping arrangements but we were almost a family again, on the surface that is. We went to church together, movies and even the water park. 

I tried to avoid her at night any way possible. I found myself going out after dinner to a bar or club most nights. I hadn't been out on my own for at least ten years and it had dramatically changed, women had taken charge. Within an hour I'd been hit on three times and asked to dance twice, which I did. It felt good to have a woman in my arms again, the soft touch and that sweet smell which only a woman has. 

I'd been talking to this hot blonde for about an hour when she says, "I see your wearing a ring, and are you married?" 

"Separated," I replied. "My wife cheated on me and I don't have a clue what I'm going to do," I told her.

She grabbed me by the arm and led me out of the club. "You live around here?" she asked. 

"About ten minutes from here," I replied. 

"Good, I'll follow you to your place and I'll get you back in the saddle, literally," she said as she gave my hand a squeeze. 

The house was dark as we drove up. "The kids are asleep, so please be quiet," I told her.

As we went down the hall to my room Shannon came out. "Who's this?" she asked. 

"She takes care of the kids," I replied. Shannon turned and ran back to her room and we went into mine. The sex was good but it wasn't the same as with Shannon. The physical feeling was there, but we didn't connect and she knew it. 

As we lay there, after we'd both gotten off, she turned to me. "I can see you're a million miles away from here right now but don't worry, it'll get easier each time. So sweet heart, it's time to get you hard again," she said as she started to give me another blowjob.

I hadn't used a condom in over ten years and hated it. I loved the feel of a bareback fuck but with so much shit out there it wasn't worth the risk. In the next two months, I brought home five women and fuck the shit out of all of them. To have sex again felt good, but I think I did it more to hurt Shannon. I wanted her to feel some of the pain I was going through.

Now when I came home with a guest, she'd only peek out the door. I made sure the women were vocal and I wasn't quiet about what I liked then to do to me. 

"Oh that's right, suck it all the way down, I love it when you lick my balls baby," I'd instruct them out load. 

I made sure to give them everything and then a little more to get them off. I'd take them to the brink and then back off until they screamed for me to get them off. The last one exclaimed out load, "I've never been eaten and so thoroughly fucked, you wife must have been a real moron."

Friday night I came home alone and a little drunk. I saw Shannon peek through the door and then close it when she saw me. As I started to get undressed she walked in dressed in a shear and short nightgown. 

"I think it would be a good idea if you didn't bring home any more women at night," she started. 

"Excuse me?" I replied. 

"They're a little loud and if the kids wake up and walk in it could be a little confusing for them," she replied.

"Confusing? How about when they walked in on you and your fuck buddy, and then asked me what he was doing to you, I think that went a little beyond confusing," I said in a loud tone. "I have needs that need to be met and if that means bringing guests home, I don't think I really need your permission. Besides, after you got your first taste of a big black cock you probably have them coming in and out of here in droves while I'm at work," I said in a mocking tone. 

Looking down at the floor she said she hadn't done anything since that day. 

"Well hell girl, I though you and Chris had this black thing going on? Oh I forgot, your brothers put him out of commission and shipped him back to New York. But I think if you ask them nice, they could find you a well hung brother to take care of you, or hell just go back to the projects, there are probably plenty of brothers that be more than happy to fuck the shit out of a well broken in hoe sister," I said almost shouting.

Shannon started to cry and said she was so sorry for what she done to us. 

"Hell that black pussy's probably so stretched out that your going to need some thing the size of my fist just to touch it's side walls. Here let's take a look," I said as I ripped the nightgown off her and threw her on the bed. 

Pulling off her panties, I shoved two fingers up her snatch, as she cried out, "Please don't, please, not like this." 

"Hell it's almost back to normal, imagine that," I shouted. Taking off the rest of my clothes Shannon could see I was starting to get hard. 

Climbing in between her legs, I forcibly shoved my dick in her pussy. "I really use to like making love to you," I said as I pounded away at her pussy. "You had a body made for fucking and it was never just sex, it was lovemaking," I said as I leaned forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth and tongued it. Playing with her breasts I continued to slam away.

Shannon was wet, hot and enjoying every minute of me now. Her fear had dissolved away and all she felt was lust for her man taking her. 

"It felt good, God damn this pussy felt good especially bareback," I thought, as I was getting close. Raising her legs up over my shoulders, I went as deep as I could. The image of Chris and Shannon fueled my rage as I slammed her even harder. This wasn't rape, but it sure wasn't lovemaking either, more like anger sex.

I felt her pussy tighten around my dick as Shannon climaxed with a scream. I wasn't far behind her as I shot my wad deep in her. I kept pumping and pumping until there was nothing left and I'd started to get soft. Totally exhausted, emotionally drained along with being half drunk, I flopped over on my side next to Shannon and fell fast asleep within a few minutes.

The pounding in my head woke me. "I've got to stop drinking so much," I thought to myself as I struggled to open up my eyes and clear my head. Next to me lay Shannon, still nude from last night. For the next hour I lay motionless and watched her sleep. No matter how angry I was with her, I still had feelings for her. You don't toss away ten years of feelings overnight. Maybe they could work it out or at least they could try.

I moved over and kissed her lightly to awaken her and then more deeply. We said nothing for the next hour. We kissed, hugged and made love. The kids running into the room, jumping on the bed an announcing they were hungry brought everyone back to reality. I looked at her, kissed her and said we'd talk later, and we did. Along with a whole lot of other good things. 



Black & White & Red All Over



Author's note: This fictional tale includes interracial incest, mature and group sex, and a bit of violence (non-sexual). All depicted sex involves live humans aged 18+. This is a requested alternate version of AS SIMPLE AS BLACK AND WHITE? with significant changes to relationships. Thoughts expressed are not necessarily those of the author. I welcome your constructive feedback.

*****

Faces in mirror are closer than they appear

The tall black girl's name tag claimed she was Dora. As she rang-up my purchases at the stop-n-rob's battered register, she asked, "I seen you a lot, fella, ever since I started this job - d'y'all live around here?"

"No, I'm down from Fontana. My aunt's house is nearby. I look after her." I eyed Dora's buoyant boobs filling her tight uniform blouse and paid in cash.

"Wow! So you come all the way here to Long Beach, like what, every two-three days, and you're always buying her groceries and shit?"

"Yeah, I'm a good nephew, and there's nobody else around."

I hoisted the bag holding milk, bread, lunchmeat, eggs, a few veggies - nothing super-fresh but not too old either. At least this corner gas-n-food joint has pretty fast turnover. Nothing smelled bad. And unlike the typical 'convenience' store sale, mine did not include cigarettes, booze, jerky, or Lotto tickets.

Dora called out as I pushed open the security-bar-covered glass door, "See ya next time, fella!" I waved back at her and got a bright smile in return.

I walked down the messy residential block to Aunt Vanessa's tidy expanded "California Bungalow" from the 1920's, rimmed by a tall 'firethorn' pyracantha hedge. My scruffy old Volvo was parked in front. I unlocked the hedge gate, threw the latches on her door's five locks, relocked once I was inside, unloaded the food in the kitchen, gave the living room a quick squirt with air freshener, and then tip-toed to the furthest bedroom to check on Nessie.

As usual, my aunt was asleep. I woke her and got her cleaned, dressed, and fed. I did not know how long I could continue this. She slept more and more. Eventually, she would have to be institutionalized - I saw no way to avoid it. It was only a matter of time. The paperwork was already in process.

That was Tuesday. I returned on Thursday for the same routine. Well, not quite the same.

*****

"Does your aunt ever go shopping or anything?" Dora asked when I brought my first armful of fairly fresh foods to the counter.

I brushed my sandy hair from my eyes. "No, she never goes out. She has problems."

"What kind problems? D'ya mind if I ask?"

I went to the back of the little store to look at canned goods.

"Her name's Vanessa; I call her Nessie 'cause she's sorta like the Loch Ness Monster - just as hidden, and maybe near extinction. You won't see Nessie outside. She's got extreme agoraphobia, rabid paranoia of outdoors and open spaces. And she has some kind of narcolepsy, always sleeping unexpectedly. And there's a few other problems. Her life is all inside her house."

"Wow, that's the shits. What are you..."

Dora was interrupted when the store door opened and two sloppily-dressed Latino guys entered. They looked around nervously and pulled snub-nosed revolvers. They pointed the barrels of their Saturday Night Specials at Dora. I smelled a taint of old sweat. I do not think they noticed me in the back of the store at first.

"Okay beetch, open the focking register, c'mon, empty eet, now, NOW!" the taller asshole yelled.

The shorter shithead saw me then, and waved his pistol at me. I stood only ten feet away.

"Hey, mericón, get your faggot ass up here, no tricks now!"

I put my hands in the air. I saw Dora look at me. I jerked my head to the side.

"Huh? What?" Dora asked, startled.

Both slime-bags looked at her when she spoke. That was my cue. I was next to a shelf of canned slop. My hand moved quickly. I pitched a can of overpriced chili con carne underhand, rather hard. It bounced off the back of the shorter turd's head with a 'thud'. His partner spun towards me, just in time to receive a can of his own, dead-on to the middle of his forehead. Another thud. Both went down, fast.

I quick-stepped up front and kicked their heads, hard enough for concussions but not fractures, probably. Then I kicked their revolvers away from their limp hands.

"I already hit the alarm button," Dora breathed. "Cops'll be here quick."

I kicked the assholes' heads again, just to make sure they would not get up anytime soon. An ounce of prevention, y'know.

A black-and-white rolled up front maybe a minute later. A second was right behind. The first cop through the door had his service revolver out. His partner held an alley-sweeper shotgun at the ready. Dora and I stood quietly, she behind the counter, me in front, both or us with our hands visible.

"Hey there Dora, having fun without us, huh? What we got here? Oh, it's Luís and Ferdé!" The first cop grinned as he holstered his piece and kicked the pistols on the floor toward his partner.

"Hiya there Teddy. These dickless dipshits cruised in, waved their little toys around. But my friend here took care of them." Dora looked over the counter and down at the floor. "Dennison's chili, huh? I knew that shit had to be good for *something* besides laxatives. Hey guy," she laughed at me, "that was pretty good throwing!"

"I'm a star pitcher in my softball league. I don't usually throw beanballs, but there's a time for everything," I admitted.

The second cop had safed his shotgun and called an ambulance. The backup fuzz stood nearby pretending to be useful while they eyeballed Dora. As paramedics hauled the cuffed turds away, the first cop, Teddy, who looked to be Cambodian, asked Dora, "Does your friend here have a name?"

I carefully pulled I.D. from my wallet and passed it over. "I'm Rory Cooper VanOwen."

Dora did a double-take. "Cooper? That's my middle name too! What's happenin', cuz?"

Picture us: Dora was WAY darker than café au lait, and I was almost as light as vanilla ice cream. Dora looked about a decade younger than my thirty-five years and she almost matched my six-foot height. We were about equally thin. We both looked to be in good shape. But we sure did not look related, not with our skin tones and not much with our faces. Well, maybe our eyes...

Officer Teddy glanced up from my I.D. "You're a long way from Fontana, Mr VanOwen."

"My senior aunt lives nearby. I'm pretty much her only caretaker for now."

"Well, you just take extra care of your own self. Messing with punks like these can be hazardous to your health, even worse than smoking. Hey Dora, gimmee a pack of Camels, okay?" He pocketed the smokes, and then looked at me again. "Cooper, Cooper... you any relation to Vanessa Cooper Nelson on Walnut Street? Been here since forever?"

I was impressed by his local knowledge. "Yeah, that's my aunt."

Officer Teddy whistled tunelessly and shook his head. "You got your work cut out for you, I gotta say. How's she doing now?"

"Not great. And I've got to get back to her pretty soon. You need me here any longer?"

"Well, a statement from you would be good, but I'll bet the surveillance cameras will show all we need to ice these shitheads for a while. Naw, that's okay. Get going now. If we need anything more, we'll get in touch with you. Good luck with your aunt."

"Hey Rory, can we talk?" Dora asked.

"Sure, but I don't have time today. You here Saturday? I'll be back."

Dora came out from behind the counter. "Yeah, my shift is over at 4:00 then. Look, fella, I gotta thank you. Those shits could have *hurt* me. You saved me!" She hugged me. She felt good. Didn't smell bad, either.

"Get a room!" Officer Teddy ordered as he closed the store door.

All the cops and robbers and medics and guns were gone now, and it was my turn to go. I scooped up my grocery bag. Dora had added the two slightly-dented cans of meaty chili. "Souvenirs," she laughed. Or disposing of evidence?

*****

Earlier than usual that Saturday, I shopped, and got another sweet hug from sweet Dora, and tended to fragile Nessie. I was back at the stop-n-rob at shift-change time. Dora wore her almost-skin-tight uniform out the door.

"How about we go down to the harbor and have some decent coffee at the Lighthouse, maybe a snack, too?" I asked her.

"No, how about we go to my place and get to know each other better?" she replied almost innocently.

I was almost innocent too. "Sounds like a plan. Need a ride? Here's my car."

Dora did not sniff at my old Volvo. I held the passenger door open for her, then slipped behind the wheel. She directed me to an apartment building not far away - the usual two levels of stained stucco cells lurking stiffly around what had once been a swimming pool and patio. She led me up the outside stairs to her triple-locked door.

Dora's rooms were bright, neat, colorful, small, and smelled floral. Her bed was large, soft, clean, and had just the perfect bounce.

I learned this right after Dora shucked-off her uniform. She pulled down my cargo shorts and boxers and shoved me onto my back. My head hit the pillows. Yes, I bounced. She quickly finished removing my footwear and lower clothes.

"I *really* want to thank you, Rory! You *really* saved my ass. Now it's yours, all yours. The rest of me, too." Her dark brown face's ruddy mouth descended on my rising pale penis.

My cock stretched out to its full length with her encouragement. Dora pulled back briefly. "Hey, that's pretty good for a white guy! Most of the brothers got nothing on you." Her mouth returned to my sensitive anatomy.

Dora licked around my little head, and up and down my sensitive underside, and fully over my stiffening member, with her eyes locked onto mine all the while. Our eyeballs were still bound together like an opto-electronic linkage when she swallowed me entirely. I involuntarily closed my eyes briefly and moaned. But only briefly; I watched her lovely lascivious performance with great interest. Oh fuck yeah!

Dora deep-throated me slowly and firmly, then faster, then change-of-pace. Her caterpillar lips bumped my pubes and my dickhead must have reached her larynx when I shuddered, "Dora, I'm gonna..."

She sped up her pace, but more shallowly, with my head in her mouth and her tongue working me furiously. And I blew.

And blew. And blew. Four, five, seven or more great hot spurts - I was not counting. I was only drained dry and limp. Dora smiled up at me and visibly swallowed my full load. She licked her lips and smiled.

"That was just for starters, white boy. It only gets better!"

Dora's idea of "getting to know each other better" seemed to consist mainly of fucking me to death. What a way to go!

Dora slid her long lithe dark body up beside my pale frame. I held her head in both my hands and kissed her passionately, with full tongue, tasting her cinnamon breath and a bit of me in her delightful mouth. I did not mind.

I was not a hot young kid any more. I took a while to rejuvenate. Yeah, at least twenty minutes! Dora's hands, then her mouth again, assiduously applied, brought me back to partial attention. I wanted more.

"Get up here on top of me, girl. I want to taste you too."

Dora swung her strong tight legs around and straddled my head. She lowered her pussy onto my questing tongue, and inhaled my cock again, deep and sweet. She fit onto me in a perfect 69 - not too heavy, not too light.

I licked around her swollen wet labia. Oh fuck me, what a great flavor! I probed into her lovely cleft and gathered warm spicy aromatic juices. I savored her, and then turned my attention to her already-stiff clit, more a knob than a nub. I circled around, swirling.

"Oh. Oh yeah. Right there, oh, oh..." she moaned around my dickhead.

My tongue brushed up, down, back, forth, circling, crossing.

"Oh fuck. Keep doing that. Oh fuck... oh," still mumbling and sucking.

I kept doing that. Dora continued groaning, sighing, wriggling.

I reached between us to her delightful breasts. I massaged those wondrous deep brown melons and tweaked her excited ebony nipples as I applied more suction to her tingly clitoris. Dora groaned louder.

More pressure with my lips and fingers. Sufficient feather-fast flicking of her fleshy taste-bud with my tongue. My attentions had the desired effect. Dora's body tensed and trembled; her sucking stopped; my cock fell from her mouth; she inhaled.

And she wailed. Long and loud. Music to my ears! Well, as much as I could hear with her strong thighs clamping my head. I eased-up a bit with my hands and mouth but continued stimulating and rocking her till she rolled off me, panting and sweating and gasping.

"Stop! Oh fuck, Rory, you are *SO* gonna get a great reward now!"

Dora swung around and full-mouth kissed me with desire and desperation.

"Yeah, I am!" I whispered, rolling her onto her back and moving between her spread knees. My cock slid smoothly into the velvety smoothness of her dark carnal trap. We both grunted with pleasure. She wrapped her long taut legs around my waist and her athletic arms around my neck. She pulled me deep into her being. We fucked.

We fucked in myriad positions. No, I will not list them all; use your own imagination. But after a couple hours, I was quite fucked-out, and happy.

*****

Dora did not reward me just that once. I stayed-over that night, and many other nights when I was in and around Long Beach and did not have to be at home sixty-odd road miles (one hundred klicks) northeast.

Hers was a mixed neighborhood, multi-colored and not very rich, rather like my own lean street. Not quite a slum, nor a ghetto. I did not get *too* many sullen glares from 'brothers' when we walked to her door.

After only a very few of our hot horny sessions, Dora popped the question.

We lay on her sweat-soaked sheets and cooled down from the last orgasms. She looked into my flushed face.

"What d'ya do that lets you get down here every couple days? You work part time or something? You got a home to go to?"

"Yeah, I have a home, and a full-time job. Home is a WWII cottage under the flight path of Ontario International, damn jets overhead all the time. It's not exactly quiet. I don't mind being elsewhere - like right here." I leaned in and nibbled her puffy chocolate nipples. She breathed, "Mmmm..."

"My job is... well, my company finances construction projects all over the southland area. I'm officially a Compliance Engineer, which means I drop in unannounced and do quick checks on paperwork and progress. Got to keep them honest, y'know? So I'm a corporate snoop and nobody at the sites likes me. But I get to pretty much set my own schedule and itinerary."

"That's awful convenient, ain't it? You can get down here whenever you need to or want to. I'm glad." She squeezed my stiffening shaft sharply to express her appreciation.

"Well, I can only juggle things just so much. That's why I miss a day here every now and then, like if I have to drive further or probe deeper."

"Probe deeper, hmm? You probe pretty well. You got a girl in every town, maybe? Good for hot deep probing?"

"Don't ask, don't tell! Not that I have much to tell right now. You don't really *want* me to tell, now do you? Or ask?"

"Yeah, don't ask, that's probably safer. I don't have many recent stories either. No good ones, anyway. But are you all alone now like me?"

"I can tell you this much: No, no current relationships, not outside your bed here. I've got an ex who left a few years ago, thought I was too boring and unambitious and dutiful, and spent too much time and effort on my aunt. She traded me in for a flashy con-man. No loss."

"My last guy didn't work out too well either, that's all I'll say. But you seem to be working out just fine! So far, anyway. How far you wanna go? Where we going?"

I thought about that. I had been thinking about it a bit lately. Were we a 'we'? Were we going anywhere? We had only seen each other in the store for a few months, and known each other in bed for a couple weeks. Dora felt good to me, physically and emotionally and mentally, and close, oh so close. But this was still so new...

Dora watched my face closely.

"Before you answer, I gotta tell ya that I know stuff about you already, just from being with you. You're no player, no jive-ass bullshitter. You're a straight-shooter, but you're careful. You'd rather not talk than tell lies. You try to avoid hurting folks unless they fuckin'-A deserve it. Then you stomp their skulls. You're strong and calm and smack-on. I really like all that. I really like being here with you. I feel good with you."

I do not know what expressions Dora saw my face broadcasting. She must have like them - she kissed my mouth and said, "Talk about it later, yeah," then moved to my cock again and brought me back up, horny as a rhino and twice as hard (but not nearly so grey).

*****

I drove to the food-n-gas-mart the next Friday evening to pick up Dora. She emerged wearing her nicely-filled-out work uniform and carrying a small duffel.

"Change of plans. My fuckin' landlord is finally fumigating the building, gonna kill all the weak cockroaches anyway. And I got tomorrow off. So, we're going to your place for the weekend. Hope you keep it clean, dude. I don't wanna hang in some filthy bachelor pad, y'hear?" She punched my arm.

I was not totally surprised, nor unprepared. I had expected a "you've seen mine, now show me yours" and now was the time.

I held open the passenger door. Dora threw her cherry-red duffel in back and scooted her bubbly butt inside. She gave my cock a familiar squeeze and said, "Home, Jeeves," before I closed the door.

I drove the Riverside Freeway to (hopefully) skip the worst L.A. and Inland Empire traffic. As usual, that almost worked. We still had plenty of time to chat during the jams. Plenty of time.

(My engineering training tells me this: Highway traffic follows the laws of fluid dynamics. That means, we must go with the flow. Sometimes that flow is slow and viscous.)

"Here's what's happenin' tonight, white boy. We'll eat these Hostess pies to give us strength. Don't worry, they're fresh." She waved a package at me.

"We'll park at your house and go inside. If it's not too disgusting, we'll shower - and ONLY shower, no fucking in the stall, y'hear? Then we'll get dressed and go to your favorite Mexican joint for some good tacos. I like chile verde and carne asada. Then we're going clubbing. You better pick good clubs, not too slow, not too nasty. So take your dancing shoes."

And that is what happened. Fortunately, I kept my house tidy and deodorized. Did we fuck in the shower before we went out? Go ahead, guess!

We staggered back through my front door sometime after the last club's 2:00 AM closing hour. We were footsore and sweating and laughing and horny and not too awfully drunk. I peeled off the minimal body-hugging dress Dora had managed to pour herself into. She rid me of my light sweat-wet clothes almost as fast. We fell into the shower for a nice scrub-n-rub session.

We only had strength for one good long energetic fuck then. We smelled like exhaustion. We made up for our shortfall in the morning. Well, late morning. Well, till early afternoon, actually. We were in no hurry, and I had Margarita mix and microwave burritos in the freezer - no need to go out for nourishment right away.

A little food and drink, then back to sucking and fucking. In bed. On the floor, the big couch, the kitchen counter, the dining table. On the backyard picnic table behind cheap bamboo screens. Jumbo jets low overhead provided nice rattling subsonic quakes. Santa Ana winds blew the local smog toward San Diego. It was a good afternoon...

More scrubbing and clubbing that night. More recovery Sunday, and then back to Long Beach with Dora. Alas, I had an early start in Barstow the next day.