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Ain't Budging

By: Midnight_Flux



The year was 1974. Rhett Ballard, like an arrow against the wind, tilted his Harley chopper towards the approaching bend, watching more of the Sonora desert, wildly greened with cactus bushes, roughed up with rocks, come hurtling towards him. Air frantically combed his shoulder length black hair, beard, and glided smoothly across the chrome plating of his Harley chopper. The growl of his engine bit the streaming breeze, orchestrating a raw music of speed. Man and machine pummeled with reckless abandon across the tarmac plain. Savoring the feeling, the rush, from behind the shadow of the Ray-Bans, he saw ahead of him the silhouette of a hitchhiker on the other side of the road.

Well she ain't wearing much. Must be something crazy to stick her thumb out in that slutty get up, Rhett mused, keeping a forward eye on the road and a glance on the side mirror.

The silhouette had rapidly developed into the more acute form of a young black woman with an afro that had an afro comb wedged into it. Rhett was smiled at her attire; she was clad in leopard-print hot pants, matching t-shirt and white go-go boots and her only real possession seemed to be a small suede satchel. The woman had her finger stuck out despairingly in an attempt to hitchhike in his dangerous and isolated neck of the woods; Rhett wondered if the lone lady hitchhiker had some hankering for hurt, particularly being a Negro in unfriendly parts. Rhett slowed down as he passed the chick who caught his eye just as he caught hers, thinking for a split second he could ask her what her deal was. However just as he was about to slow and flip lanes, an unmarked truck approached and stopped beside her. 

Conscious that there was no other traffic on the road, he slowed to a crawl, and watched in the side mirrors as a rotund trucker in a dirty grey t-shirt got out of the truck, then leapt on top of the black chick, positively squashing her with his considerable heft, and causing a mushroom cloud of red dust to envelop them. 

Rhett felt a glorious shot of adrenaline flare through his torso; figuring he could make the trucker squeal like a pig on a Sunday and make himself feel heroic to boot, he decided to get stuck in. Telling the story later would be just the thing to warm up a conversation after a few beers and reefers with his biker brethren. Rhett dipped his feet to the ground and spun the bike round before hurtling towards the assailant. Just as he closed in he saw the assailant scrabble up in pain and yelp.

Rhett stopped the bike and got up, breaking out in laughter when he saw what the black chick had done: she had stabbed the trucker in the upper thigh with her afro comb. The trucker howled in pain and staggered towards the chick, who was now running delicately in the opposite direction, restricted in speed by her impractically high go-go boots. Rhett ran towards the trucker, and then figuring the guy was all weight and no muscle, kicked the guy, who had not even noticed him, in the back of the legs roughly. 

The trucker dude fell and Rhett snarled as the trucker began to scream, and kicked him a few times. "What the fuck man! Stop hitting me, dude, look at her, she's easy, she's just a nigger – arrrrrgh!" The black chick, turned round and hurried back to the commotion, looking at Rhett with wholehearted admiration as he repeatedly planted his steel-toed cowboy boots into the trucker's most sensitive parts. 

She then loomed over the trucker, her afro comb still firmly implanted in his thigh and yelled angrily, "Fuck you, you rapist piece of shit. You're lucky I don't go stick my comb in your baby maker like you deserve you motherfucker."

"Bastard!" She kicked the trucker nuts with her go-go boots and screamed,

The trucker gurgled, "My brother is the county sheriff- if you kill me-"

Rhett hit the guy hard across the face with his fist and knocked him out cold. 

Rhett chuckled jokingly, "Come now Pam Grier. Let's go and don't forget your comb."

The chick ran over delicately and pulled the comb from out of her assailant, who groaned in response. She said chirpily, "I wouldn't want to leave evidence. I hope we haven't killed him."

Rhett shrugged and mounted his motorbike. "His nose is twitching so I'm guessing he's alive, all that matters. Get on the back and hold on tight." 

She said chirpily, "Okay."

Rhett revved up and nudged his Ray-Bans up his nose, feeling the girl tighten her grip around his waist. He liked this feeling. It reminded him of quick one night stands with girls he'd met when he was out at nights at the biker bar with his bros', playing it cool with the mammas who wanted in with any outlaw bikers and were easy for a quick fuck. He smiled to himself: sweet, orgasmic memories of sluts of yore flooding back.

He turned the bike round to head on back home. to his little shack in the woods, "Hang on tight now." 

"Where are you taking me, hey, what are all these on your clothes? Tell me that is not a swastika painted on your jack-"

The bike spurted into action as she shrieked in horror at the insignias on his clothes, her shrieks intermingled with his raucous laughter. Soon she was shrieking in horror at his laughter and he was laughing at the horror of her shrieks. She had her arms wrapped tight around him, both out of fear of being flung onto the road, and fear of her eventual destination.



Ain't Budging Ch. 02



Kudos to DragonSlayer for his uber-patience and for help with editing this chapter.

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Rhett stirred awake, his eyes still closed and his arm reached out for Theresa, but there was nothing there. Rhett opened his eyes with great reluctance and looked around his thoroughly disheveled room, or what used to be his wildly disheveled room. Everything had been folded and straightened up, including his stack of clean clothes that he kept on his chair. Theresa had obviously struck again. Rhett pried himself out of bed.

He yawned out, "Theresa, where you hiding?" Everything sounded so silent. It was a little ghostly.

Rhett leant forward, allowing his dark hair to cascade forward. He then heard the swing outside creaking. He looked out and through the haze of the dirty window saw Theresa on the swing, dressed as she had been when he met her; go-go boots, leopard skin hot pants and a big unleashed afro. Rhett looked at the clock on the wall. It was 6 am. 

Well there's a chica that can't wait to be gone from me. Rhett twisted his lip bitterly.

Rhett approached the window and then knocked his knuckles against it lightly, hoping to get Theresa's attention. Theresa looked a little baffled; her head turned this way and that until she saw Rhett peering through the window.

She walked over with a smile and gave Rhett the same look as the night before- flicking her attentions from his eyes to his torso. He smiled back. Maybe she was staying after all, just an early riser.

Then she looked at him sternly and tapped an imaginary watch and mouthed "time." Rhett grimaced at her thoughtfully, and shook his head. She frowned; looking puzzled and then walked round the cabin.

Rhett walked to the open front door, and leant against its frame, feeling the warmth of the sunlight against his chest. 

Theresa approached him, but stopped outside of Rhett's reach- making the empty space between them as taut as a tight rope. She placed her hands on her hips and a hand over her brow to shield her eyes from the sun.

"So when we going Rhett? The sun is shining, the birds are singing and you sir, get to be my taxi man for the morning, how about that?", Theresa gently closed her eyes and turned her palms towards the sun; the golden incandescence drew out the contours of her palm, the length of her ink-black lashes, illuminating her high mahogany cheekbones. Like a sun worshipper in communion with her god, she smiled.

"Why do you need to get there so soon? You want to get back to Howard, teach him some of what I taught you?" Rhett tried to say it in a light-hearted way, but it came out wrong, and bitterness cracked through his voice. He felt agitated all of a sudden, his body stiffened and he wanted to look away, but instead he fixed his gaze on her, staring. 

Theresa just looked back at him in bemusement, which cheesed Rhett off; he blew a strand of hair out of his face in exasperation. She spoke gently, her voice delicate, "Rhett, take a chill pill honey. Howard was way too prim to learn anything other than fucking a girl horizontal and sunny-side up. "

Both of them grinned heartily, the creases in Rhett's eyes grew deeper, and he chuckled a little, and then kicked his naked heel slightly against the doorframe. Rhett felt awkward; he was in new territory. Normally, after a casual screw, he would wake up, with the mammas as snug as a bug in his bed, their eyes glowing at him, glassy and needy. Sometimes, they would stroke his face, his hair, seriously hampering his post one-night stand sleeping efforts. However, Theresa…she was acting as if nothing had happened between them. He should have been relieved; but instead, he felt edgy. He wondered what he had done wrong.

"So last night Theresa, did you have a good time?" Rhett tried to say as nonchalantly as possible, allowing his head to lollop against the wooden doorframe.

"Most certainly. If I had known this is what they meant by southern hospitality… " Theresa, threw him a mischievous look and smiled broadly. She puffed out her buxom chest, and stepped towards him a little, swinging her arms. 

Rhett rolled off the door, and with something of a burlesque yawn, stretching his arms said coolly, "Yeah, it was okay. Hey, I think I'm going to shower and stuff, grab whatever you want from the fridge."

"I looked. Whatever I would have wanted in that fridge stopped being suitable for human consumption a month back." Theresa mumbled, before piping up, "Hey, what do you mean our fuck was 'okay' Rhett? Rhett?"

Rhett tried to saunter lazily as possible towards the bathroom, purposefully not responding. A bittersweet satisfaction fermented as he realized he had made Theresa a little insecure by downplaying how much he had enjoyed the fuck from the previous night. Now she was putty.

"Yeah, it was cool or whatever, look Theresa, I have to shower darlin', then I'll drop you round the interstate. Is that okay?"

Theresa protested, "Hell no it is not okay! Or, let me spell it out to you, 'okay' is not okay. What do you mean I was just okay?"

Rhett went into the bathroom, purposefully leaving the door slightly ajar before sliding out of his boxer shorts and then turned on the shower in his bathtub. He opened the bathroom window, and then hopped into the shower, allowing cool micro streams of water to shoot across his skin, swathing him in wetness. He deliberately turned his back to the door, for the simple reason that he knew he had a butt that chicks dug, and the tattoo on his back – a sphinx with a laughing skull head, was sure to make her look.

He whistled to himself, loudly, to hopefully piss Theresa off more and get her attention.

The door creaked open, and sure enough, it was Theresa by the door. 

"Not looking, I'd just like to know. How is it that I was only 'okay' when I thought we had some good action going on?"

"Sorry, can't hear you, showers loud, come on in closer." Rhett could hear her perfectly well.

"If I come in any closer I'll see your naked butt."

"Like that's not something you haven't seen before." 

He heard footsteps closing in and a sharp intake of breath, "I didn't really notice your back so much last night. That's one heck of a tattoo, what does it mean?"

"It was kind of how I felt at the time, can't explain it.", Rhett had had the tattoo done when he came back from Vietnam. He felt it was a talisman on his back- though he weren't about to share that thought with anyone.

"Well, it's pretty, in an ugly way." Theresa said quietly.

There was silence. Rhett with his back turned, allowed a slip of a smile to creep across his face as globules of water enveloped him. Theresa was watching him, lingering. He wandered what was going through her head. 

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Theresa watched the water beat against his lean muscular body, wetting his tanned skin and shoulder-length hair. Her heart quickened at the sight of his handsome form, she so wanted to touch him, be held in his strong arms, as he had done the previous night. But she wasn't going to act like some pathetic little girl and fawn over him. That was not her style. Even so, watching him did something funny to her insides- there was a little flutter, somewhere between her belly and pussy. She wanted him.

God, I am turning into some kind of pervert. I only came here to ask a question. I'll ask the question.

"So, how was our fuck just, "Okay"? Tell me Sensei, as you obviously have a bounty of experience." Theresa tried to say as derisively as possible. His little 'it was okay' comment had been weirdly hurtful. She wanted an answer.

"I do, you just gonna stand there talking, or you gonna do something useful? Like help me with my back, polish up that tattoo a little."

"No need to say 'please' or anything, everybody knows bad manners are so attractive." Theresa waited, tapping her nails against her arm. She looked down and saw some of the nail varnish was chipping off. She grimaced; that was another good reason to get back to San Francisco; the thought of being seen with such tacky nails sent a shiver down her spine.

Rhett muttered, "Okay, quit talking, and help me scrub my back….please."

Theresa milked the situation, "Oh, and what do I get out of it, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Woman...you are some kind of ordeal. You get to know why you were just okay, so that you can add them to your slut field notes or whatever." Rhett drawled, his words biting Theresa; she shifted uncomfortably in the doorway.

"Firstly, I am no slut, though yes, I do want to sharpen my love making skills, which every modern woman has a right to do. Second um, how do I scrub your back without getting wet with all my clothes on?"

"Simple, take them off, Slut." Theresa knew it was wrong that the word slut would make her pussy throb, but it did, because Rhett had an odd way of making it sound like a compliment.

Fucking him doesn't mean anything. It doesn't mean anything if I don't make it mean anything. 

Theresa retorted, "Don't call me a slut" as she peeled off her top.

"I call you that because you like it, and you know why you like being called a slut Theresa?" Rhett asked.

Theresa unpeeled her boots quickly; just about stumbling out of them, "Hmm, why do I like being called a slut?" Theresa wriggled out of her hot pants and panties. Her breathing had become shallower in excitement.

"Because you're a good little girl who's only just learning how to be bad. You like being called a slut because you'd like to be one." Rhett explained huskily, the sponge in his hand now washing his shoulders. He squeezed the sponge, soap suds cascaded down his back in gentle rolls. Theresa bit her lower lip, as she imagined following the trail of soapsuds with her lips and fingers.

"Whatever Rhett."

Theresa, naked, wandered towards Rhett and then stepped into the bathtub. Rhett's back was still turned, but she could see from his shoulder blades that his muscles appeared to have tensed a little.

Theresa uttered mischievously, her nipples brushing his back, "Can I have the sponge? "

Rhett saw her dark arm wrap round his torso, her palm open, she flexed her fingers, gesturing for the sponge. Rhett placed the waterlogged sponge in her palm; Theresa took it, her arm withdrawing. Rhett felt his skin tingle, from the onslaught of water, and anticipation as he felt Theresa's warm wet curves brush and intermittently press against his back. 

"And the soap. Can't get you clean without soap." 

Rhett responded gruffly, "I only got Mr. Bubble. No soap." 

Theresa chuckled, a low throaty melody, "Cool, well, when I ask for a squirt of-"

"You know I'll give you a squirt of anything you ask for." Rhett replied in a low drawl.

"Mmm, okay….so polishing your back huh?" Theresa looked admiringly at the tattoo, and ran the soapy sponge lightly over it. The motions of her wrist eased into gentle rotations. Her other hand settled on the side of his hip. Theresa went from his shoulders, zigzagging down, idly following the dark blue edges of the tattoo.

"Harder" Rhett demanded.

Theresa ran a hand down Rhett's hip, "Harder what?"

"Wash my back, harder." Rhett straightened his back, as if trying to intimidate her into obeying him.

Theresa looked admiringly at his back, but something caught her attention; the laughing skull head appeared to be obscuring a raised bump of skin. She touched it gently, Rhett jerked.

"What's this? A scar?"

"Just wash my back." Rhett's voice was flat and cold. Theresa decided not to pursue it.

Theresa wrapped her arms around Rhett's waist reassuringly, "Okay, well I think I'm done washing your back. But I can think of something I'd like to wash, real hard."

Rhett took quiet pleasure in Theresa being pressed against his back, her breath against his wet skin. 

Rhett lowered his head, watching Theresa's hand coyly press the sponge against the area above his cock, gently skimming downwards. He felt his semi-erection grow with anticipation, he exhaled, the thrumming sound of water around him growing louder, the water getting hotter. 

Theresa tenderly brushed the sponge, with its soft textured surface, along the length of his cock; the back of her nails brushing a light blue vein.

"Yeah, that's it darlin'." Rhett groaned in encouragement, cocking his waist towards her hand. 

Theresa rubbed Rhett's chest with her free hand and kissed his back, his scar, then stood on her tiptoes to plant delicate little kisses along his shoulder blades. 

She pressed the sponge against Rhett's sensitized cock flesh more fervently.

"Soap. Squirt some soap onto the sponge. It will make washing you hard much easier." Theresa drawled. 

Rhett grabbed the Mr. Bubble bottle, opened the lid and hastily squirted it on Theresa's sponge, "Here."

Theresa enveloped Rhett's cock with the soapy sponge and rubbed the sponge up and down his length. Rhett moaned as Theresa's other hand found his groin and cradled his hardness in her palm whilst she idly bathed his dick. He clenched his fist slightly, and then unfurled it-he needed more from Theresa. Rhett grabbed Theresa's lithe wrist, and then twisted around, facing her, his face to her face. He pulled Theresa towards him. Her breasts press against his chest; chocolate satiny cushions.

"Mmm, stopping me from getting my paws on the cookie jar? That's truly unfair." Theresa purred naughtily.

"You got me all wrong, I'm giving you a free pass to the cookie jar…"

He smiled, the pearly whites of his teeth bare, his eyes blazed as blue and hungry as a predator that had marked his prey. Theresa gazed back challengingly, as Rhett nakedly assessed Theresa's sexy body, inspecting how openly it craved him; arousal had stiffened Theresa's nipples into protruding nubs. 

Rhett released her wrist, momentarily caressed the nape of Theresa's neck, pulling her in closer. He looked at her as if he was reading her, before kissing her forehead; his clipped beard tickling her.

Rhett's cock, slippery from the wetness, pressed against Theresa's ebony belly and flattened against her stomach. Rhett rubbed it up and down, his pre-cum mixing with the liquid glow of her mahogany skin. Theresa smiled at him playfully, and let her hand brush his bottom- gently squeezing it, sending a throb from his balls to his cock. 

Rhett groaned, "You're a bad little mamma with too much sass, now why don't you do something good with that pretty mouth of yours and suck my white cock?"

Theresa pouted, "Manners Rhett."

"Mmm, nope, now it's your turn to have some manners, and be obedient."

Theresa raised a questioning eyebrow, "and why would I obey you?"

"Oh we can be political about it Theresa, but I'll let you into a secret – no matter how strong you are with your clothes on, given a bed and a hard cock you become a little pussycat, spread and dripping for a hard stiff fuck." Rhett drawled, admiring Theresa, particularly her moist tits and ass. He restlessly rocked the flat of his pale cock against the press of her dark belly, invigorated his prick with pleasure tingles.

"That's not true…" Theresa said breathlessly, before gently tugging Rhett's short beard, forcing him to lower his head into a kiss. They kissed passionately, their lips murmuring, their tongues slipping against the others with silent need.

Rhett placed the flat of his under her tit, feeling the weight, his thumb rubbing Theresa's nipple. He clasped the firm dark nub between his thumb and forefinger and then slowly pulled. Theresa moaned, and pulled away from the kiss, instead studying his actions.

His hand left Theresa's heavy ebony tit and travelled leisurely down her smooth belly, until it was at her snatch. Rhett fingered through her swollen sex lips, flicking the tip of his forefinger against Theresa's clitoris. She swayed her hips back and forth, spreading her slickness on his already wet fingers. 

Theresa's breasts heaved as her breathing became heavier from Rhett's touch. He was rough round so many corners- but his touch was gold as far as her cunt and body were concerned. Each flick of his finger made her feel like liquid honey was pumping through her veins, coursing through pussy. Lust-drunk, Theresa turned her attention to Rhett's stiff prick. Her fingers reached out and touched the cockhead; he grunted in response. Rhett straightened up, his hand reluctantly leaving Theresa's hot cunt.

"Mmm, I gave you an order earlier; I want you on your knees, sucking my cock."

"I don't-"

"If you want to be fucked like a good little mamma, you had better suck my cock.", Theresa pressed her tits against Rhett's chest before sliding down.

"I'm only obeying you because I do want to be fucked." Theresa grumbled, as she slowly fell to her knees. One small dusky hand pressed against Rhett's tanned thighs and the other cupped his balls, and slightly squeezed.

"I know, that's why you're my slut." Rhett said in a low husky voice, aroused by Theresa's surrender to his demands. 

Theresa's wet afro, shone like a black halo, framing her dark beautiful face- that face, with plump bowed lips that gravitated teasingly close to his throbbing prick. 

Theresa ran the tip of her nose lightly against the length of Rhett's cock, before her hand left his throbbing balls and then met the base of Rhett's dick.

Rhett closed his eyes, this time; he was going to stay firmly in control, even if it killed him. That morning, if anyone was going to lose control, it was Theresa. 

"You have ten seconds to get those lips round my cock.", Rhett growled fiercely.

Theresa's eyes twinkled with a wicked glint as she opened her lips and sucked him into her hot wet vacuum. Her other hand pumped his shaft at the base, stoking up a pleasing friction. 

Rhett exhaled, "Yeah, that feels so good, touch yourself Theresa. "

Rhett looked down, and saw that Theresa was caressing the place between her thighs, rocking against her own fingers.

They moaned in unison, losing themselves in the moment. 

As if in discomfort, Theresa gagged and swallowed around Rhett's firm dick; spasms of pure bliss invigorated his shaft. He looked down and saw Theresa appeared to be trembling; her tits rose and fell as she was gently bucking against her own hand- she then stilled from her climax.

Rhett fought to control a surge of arousal.

"Bad girl, you made yourself cream?", Rhett controlled his breathing through his nostrils, he was so close…but he wasn't going to lose it.

Theresa released his cock from her mouth with a popping sound; she looked at him in earnest.

"Maybe."

"Which hand did you use? Show me.", Theresa, trembling from her orgasm, lifted her left hand.

Rhett chuckled, "A south paw, well, you know what a good teacher does to a south paw?"

Theresa felt a slight shudder of surprise as Rhett grabbed her left wrist and pulled her to her feet. Her legs felt like there was no bone. He pinned her wrist against the tiled wall by the tub, and then stealthily found her other wrist and pulled it up, and then placed both wrists in one rough grip, above her head. 

"Put one leg out Theresa, just here, on the edge." Rhett's one free hand cupped her under the crook of her knee and lifted it onto the ledge of the bathtub, so that Theresa had one leg hoisted up, with her foot on the crook of the bathtub, exposing the pink inner folds of her pussy.

"Good, now answer me. What does a good teacher do to a south paw?"

"They act nicely to her and show her how to hold stuff properly." Theresa smirked cheekily, her attention flicking to his cock, then back to his stern gaze. She gazed at him defiantly, trying not to lose herself in his mesmerizing cobalt-blue eyes.  

Rhett appeared to be in good humor, not genuinely mad, which made Theresa feel relaxed. So she cried in surprised when she saw one of Rhett's tanned hands spank her dark breasts; a numb pain warmed her tit. 




Ain't Budging Ch. 02



"Nope. A good teacher disciplines a student when they done wrong, especially when they do wrong with the wrong hand." Rhett said, his voice low and coarse from feeling so turned on.

Rhett casually spanked each of her breasts again; he reveled in seeing her tits oscillate, as well as her genuinely surprised expression. Between his apparent sadism, and her gamely masochism, he found toying with Theresa deeply arousing. He wondered what her limits were…

Theresa felt every sting, each one sensitizing her swollen nipples, warming her pussy up, sending intoxicating slivers of arousal to her dripping cunt. Pinned against the wall, Theresa felt vulnerable and at Rhett's mercy and she was enjoying it. Her tits felt like they were on fire; she whimpered and arched her back, putting on a lewd display. 

Theresa appraised Rhett; his handsome fair body had become tense from pent-up arousal. He had a raging erection, which had become more furious since he began spanking her breasts. 

Rhett paused momentarily, his breathing now heavy. He then drew closer to her, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers, before planting kisses across her face, his hand now stroking her jaw. Theresa sighed in response, reveling in his feathery touch.

Rhett's grip around her wrist loosened, "You're so sexy, man don't I just wish I could tie you up properly, because then I'd do what I'm gonna do next again and again and there wouldn't be much you could do about it, apart from keep creaming, a little slut slave at the mercy of her white master's tongue."

Theresa looked puzzled.

Rhett then let go of her wrists and dropping to his knees, shifting his legs in the awkward confines of the tub. He pinned Theresa's spread legs firmly against the wall and gently bit the inside of her thigh. Theresa whimpered and bit her lower lip. Rhett spread Theresa's pussy lips roughly with his finger between her glistening pink inner folds, massaging the swollen rouge bud of her clit. He craned his neck towards her sex and then licked the slit; the tip of his tongue circled around Theresa's clit. 

"Ooh, oh yes, oh yes, oh…",Theresa, already sensitive from one orgasm could feel the inner muscles of her cunt tighten, she writhed a little, working her hands into Rhett's drenched ebony hair. Rhett heard sobbing as he licked, and felt a devilish gratification from the torment he was inflicting on her.

He stopped for a while, "Play with your tits. Moan for me." 

Theresa did as she was told, and began to squeeze her tits, the lack of friction from the water meant that they would slip out of her hand. Theresa panted as she looked down, spread out by Rhett's hand, feeling the familiar threat of pleasure building between her thighs. Rhett watched her as he lapped at her pussy.

Theresa felt a hand leave her leg and felt it travel up her leg. 

Theresa kept stroking her fingers through Rhett's hair and scalp. Rhett's fingers nudge their way up her thigh, and slightly part her ass cheeks. Theresa's eyes opened all of a sudden as she felt Rhett's finger, or thumb work its way into the puckered bud of her ass. His fingers were moist from the water and her slickened pussy.

"Wow, Rhett, where you going with that?" Theresa jerked as she felt the thumb, definitely thumb insistently work its way into her virgin ass.

Rhett stopped licking her and growled, "Don't act like you're not gonna like it. You're a bad, dirty girl Theresa, and bad dirty girls like you need to have your ass filled once in a while."

Theresa groaned in response, as Rhett fully inserted his thumb into her ass, at first it felt uncomfortable-sore, but then as he began to lick her clit again she felt her rosebud of her ass squeeze around his finger as her pussy tightened, becoming hotter, red hot, needing to be filled. She was so wet, near the brink...

"Please Rhett, Please..." Theresa gasped.

"Please what Theresa?" Rhett asked forcefully, jamming his thumb further up her tight ass, making her jerk her back.

"Fuck me.", Moments after saying these words, she began to feel a luscious ripple emanate from her cunt to her ass. She tugged her nipples and gasped as the orgasm washed over her.

But still Rhett kept going.

"Oh, I can't take any more.", Theresa whimpered. Smaller orgasms ripped through her, tugging her down, down; her legs nearly gave way.

Rhett stopped, he withdraw his fingers and tongue and then playfully spanked her thigh, making her straighten her back.

"Ow…!" 

Rhett got up, and Theresa dropped her knee, so that she was standing with both feet in the bath tub. Rhett wrapped his arms round Theresa, from behind, feeling her soft curves, seeing the contrast of their hues, "Pity you're all tired out, I was going to ride you hard with that cock you've been begging for."

He nestled his hard cock between Theresa's slit and rubbed, back and forth, and gently bit her earlobe. Theresa pressed her ass against him, "Mmm, oh yes…send me back to San Francisco with a smile."

"Oh I think you've already got a smile.", Rhett groped Theresa's soft ebony tit, grazing her nipple with his thumb.

"Okay. A really big smile."

"Mmm, hold this-", Rhett forcefully placed her hands on top of the towel rack at one end of the bath tub, "-spread yourself, till I see the pink of your cunt."

Theresa stepped forward, creating a cool space between them and spread her ass, she felt Rhett's long fingers dance over the small off her back, before he grasped her waist.

Rhett rubbed his cock along Theresa's swollen slit, and then slowly inch by inch, sunk his rigid cock into her tight moist pussy. She moaned and moved back against him. Rhett watched his white cock, slowly work its way; balls deep, into the squeeze of her cunt. She whimpered, swaying her butt. He picked up the pace, his balls slapping against her ass. Theresa bounced back against him vigorously, moaning, "Yes, yes Rhett…"

She felt his hands wrap around her waist and hold her firm, putting a pause to her gyrations.

"Mmm, Theresa, lesson number one for a sexy black slut, there are times when I get to fuck you, and you don't get to fuck me. Like this-"Rhett held Theresa's waist firm as he then slowly plunged into her, rotating his hips, stopping, drilling his cock into her slowly. Rhett then withdrew and rubbed his cock between her shiny slit, feeling his cockhead enveloped by her folds, catch the little sensitive bump of her clit. She squirmed and tried to drive against him, but he held her still, driving her crazy with desire. 

Rhett rubbed Theresa's ass, squeezing the soft plump mahogany flesh as he plunged into her again and again, her pussy squeezing him, a natural reaction to his girth, as he thrust in, deliberately fierce, his cock skin being tugged by the warm wet flesh of Theresa's satin cunt. He kept pumping into her, watching his balls, growing flushed as they slapped against her peach-shaped bottom. 

Soon Rhett felt the familiar close-to-the edge sensation. His muscles along his inner thighs and groin tingled as he felt his cock stiffen, balls constrict as he pumped her pussy with his hard-on. He kept a mesmerized glance on Theresa's spread ass and swollen cunt; her inner pinkness becoming a rosier contrast against her darker outer pussy lips. He grunted as he pumped into her, beads of sweat gathering at his temples.

Rhett found the raised nub of Theresa's clit and began to rub it roughly, whilst the thick fingers on his free hand twisted and stretched her nipple. 

Theresa wailed softly, "Rhett, you're going to make me cum..."

"Likewise.", Rhett said gruffly, feeling her pussy contract rapidly around him, so he tugged her nipple hard, yanking her over the edge.

Theresa bucked against him wildly as her pussy milked his cock, tugging him with delicious fervor.

Rhett gasped and grunted, and could no longer hold back as his body yielded to the demands of her cunt. Hot jets of spunk spurted from his cock, flooding her pussy.

Both stilled, globules of water dancing off their bodies like teardrops. Flaccid, Rhett withdrew, almost reluctantly, from the Theresa's sumptuous heat. 

Theresa turned round and pressed a soft kiss to Rhett's lips, he kissed back, his tongue slipping between her lips.

"You still haven't told me why I'm just okay.", Theresa raised an eyebrow and resisted a smile.

"Well, if you weren't needing to get back tonight, I could have told you tonight." Rhett placed his hands on Theresa's shoulders, slowly kneading them. 

"So you never going to tell me?" Theresa pushed up her bottom lip in mock disappointment. 

Rhett shrugged, "Looks like it."

Wordlessly, they got out of the bathtub and went to the bedroom. With only one towel in his possession, Rhett dried them both down, memorizing each curve and length of Theresa's limbs. Even if she were going soon, he planned to keep her in his most carnal thoughts for a long time.

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"Hey Rhett, you taking me to the station now?" Theresa smiled at Rhett; her eyes lazily inspecting him top to toe. Even in the tatty torn grey night robe that he had donned and his off-green slippers he was a true fox. His skin was flushed from the fuck they had had, Theresa found this sexy, it reminded her how hard he worked to get that way... 

"You keep looking at me like that Theresa..." Rhett muttered gruffly, his own eyes greedily traveling over her body like she was made out of money. She was wearing his T-shirt again, and her nipples were still hard as buds.

Theresa sauntered over, purposefully trying to put a sexy waggle into her step. She stopped in front of Rhett, a few inches away from his heavily tattooed chest. She pulled his beard, tamely bullying him into a kiss. 

Rhett didn't resist. He placed his hands on Theresa's shoulders and kissed her forehead, then cupping her chin, he tilted her face to her own and kissed the tip of her nose, then her soft plump lips, before his tongue pried between her yielding lips, only to be met by her own sweet licks. Soon they were kissing, slowly, tenderly - the heat between them burning them up. Theresa nipped Rhett's lower lip impishly, and then softly ran her nails down his chest, creating a faint trail of fire. 

Rhett felt his cock firming as he considered fucking the little minx again, but he needed to get ready for work, but how was he going to let Theresa know she wasn't going to be going back that morning?

He wasn't.

Rhett, with almost aching reluctance, pulled her away, "Yeah, 'bout that. I have to go into town to pick up a few things see 'uh. Yeah. However, I'll be coming back, right? Real soon." 

He had just lied through his teeth; still he gave her a crooked smile and patted her soft afro. 

She looked a little disappointed, "Okay, how long will you be gone?"

Rhett turned so she couldn't see his lying eyes, "Not too long, maybe a few minutes, like twenty max."

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Three hours later and Rhett was still in Moe's Garage. He still felt like a lying scumbag, and contemplated calling Theresa on his home phone, but then he contemplated not. She was sure to be deeply bummed with him, and nothing soured him like an upset woman. 

"Don't worry Joey, your bike ain't about to explode. One of the wires had some real abrasion on the insulation sheath. That's how come you got the flash from the cylinder right? Just over here, can you see that?" Rhett showed him the detached wire, cradled between his fingertips, stained with oil.

"Yeah, sure can."

"The insulations been sliced into, cut some of the strands, probably on the positive wire. But, I've replaced it, checked all the wiring and relays, and as a special consideration for a friend, made sure the voltages are normal. You're good to go. I got to tell you, if I weren't a Harley man myself, then this Honda you got here, Four K2, would be my girl."

"Well, I was a Harley man too wouldn't you know? But then I tried this baby and she was sweet as hell. We can't always choose the ones we love, right?"

"I guess, but something tells me I'm always going to stay true to my Harley."

"Well thanks again Rhett, hey how come I don't see you 'bout much often? Moe would take you on full-time in a heartbeat, I know it."

"Maybe one of these days, just not now. It's been a while, but I'm still finding my feet. Moe might think he wants me full-time, but he'd have me straight out the door if he caught me on a bad day. Wouldn't want that."

"I understand, I understand, well you met Charlie and Daniel, my nephews a few years back right? They both went to 'Nam too-"

"You're a good man Joey, but this ain't something I'm just gonna be talking about. But, anything else I'll be happy to chat to you with." Rhett hated giving Joey the cold shoulder to, but a friendly customer was not his first choice for discussing one of the more sensitive aspects of his life. 

"No, you're okay, so what do I owe you son?"

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Rhett looked at his watch; he still had customers coming in from Phoenix, Moe's friends. He wondered how long they would be.

Rhett dusted down and wandered outside the garage where a couple of bikes, including his own, were parked, glorious automations built with curves of the smoothest metal wrapped in reflections of blue sky and pallid grey ground. 

All being serene and still, Rhett exhaled. Rhett had a hankering for a cigarette. He had only been work-free for five minutes, but he was already bored. He stood outside the garage, smeared oil down his blue overall and lit up a cigarette. It was the first cigarette of the day; he'd been so occupied fucking Theresa he'd forgotten to want to have one. 

Theresa, Theresa, Theresa. He thought fondly, he sure hoped she'd keep in touch. If only just he'd know someone in San Francisco, if ever he wanted to visit, which he did. There was a great scene there for bikers of his ilk, but more than that, there was Theresa, who was a great screw. With her open attitude to fucking, he could tie her up, with a rope, or a scarf, round her slender wrists, blindfold her, then slowly nibble her all over her pretty ebony body, start at the inner thigh, hearing her gasp and wriggle in frustration. He would tell her she was his little black slut as he bit her earlobe gently, and squeezed her breasts-

"A brazen exhibition of Satan's Horn if I ever did see young man! You ought to be ashamed!" Mrs. Macdonald, staunch and starchy as always, came gliding into the peripheral of his vision. She had that expression that was tattooed onto her face, a mixture of barely muted disdain, wearing her navy blue pill hat and long blue dress. 

"Satan's horn? Satan's horn? What the hell you gone talking about?" Rhett snapped. He blew a cloud of smoke in Mrs. Macdonald's direction, just to get her a little more fired up. 

Mrs. Macdonald spluttered and pointed at Rhett's crotch, "You need the church in your life young man, to amend your wicked ways."

Rhett looked down and sure enough, he had something of a semi-erection going. In front of customers, he would have been embarrassed, but in front of Mrs. Macdonald, he took delight in her flustered reaction.

"Well, enjoy the show." he winked wickedly at her, running his fingers through his hair.

Mrs. Macdonald gasped in shock, "I will do no such thing. You used to be such a good boy Rhett, but all these motorbikes, and that there unruly hair of yours has put the devil in you." 

She stomped towards him, and then angrily scrunched a leaflet up and practically punched it into his hand. 

"Oww, Jesus Mrs. Macdonald."

"Do not use his name in vain. Read it, and learn a little something about God's love." 

The leaflet, entitled 'Angels of St Paul: 10 Simple Steps for being Sin-Free', depicted an image of a blond honey of an angel with huge tits struggling with a muscle-ripped demon. With Mrs. Macdonald's back safely turned, he began to muse. 

He imagined Theresa with wings, a harp, a white afro, nipple tassels and frilly white panties being manhandled by a red demon that closely resembled him.

He smiled to himself, took one last drag of his cigarette, and then flicked the butt away.

Yup, he sure could think of someone he would like to put the devil into.

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Theresa was not amused. The first hour of Rhett's absence had been forgivable.

Maybe he had meant twenty minutes there, a little shopping, and then twenty minutes back. Yup, that would take an hour. He's cute, I can forgive him. She had considered, doubtful. Had she been less busy trying to seduce Rhett into more sex, she would have been more inquisitive about the fact that he was acting mighty shifty towards her before he left. Who knew where he had gone to?

The second hour came and went. By this time, Theresa was laid on the sofa, eating some of Rhett's corn chips and watching some re-run of Fat Albert on Rhett's television set. She thought of her pet cat Tigger, whom she had left at Howard's grandma's.

Hope Howard's grandma is still feeding Tigger. The woman did not like me. Hope Tigger ain't been abandoned to the streets, meowing for her catnip, like some cheap- ass Disney movie. Theresa furrowed her brow, and then frowned in concern. 

By the third hour, despite watching Kung Fu with its super fine main actor, she felt morose and she was slumped into the sofa, feeling even sadder in the knowledge that she had corn chip crumbs down her top, which she had lost the will to brush off. 

Rhett, Howard, both men. Mean-as-sin abandoning men. Motherfuckers. Never been abandoned in someone's own home though. Maybe it's about time I started to develop a complex or something… Theresa's thoughts became like cannibalistic spaghetti; feeding off one another in unhealthy ways. Theresa breathed in and out deeply, trying to calm herself down. 

Okay, go for a walk Theresa. Don't think too much. Don't freak out about the fact that you're alone in a cabin in the middle of a fucking wood somewhere and you've been kidnapped by a sex-hungry biker! Fuck, will they make a Disney movie out of that too? 

That was it, Theresa got up, wrapped her hands loosely round herself, with the intention of going for a walk. However, just as she opened the door she saw the most alarming sight; five motorbikes roared round the bend towards his cabin.

Bikers- and none of them resembled Rhett.

Her heart began to beat rapidly and her mouth went so dry she almost wanted to bolt inside and get a glass of water. 

Instead, she stood there, transfixed as they approached.



Ain't Budging Ch. 03



Rhett lazily weaved across the wide stretch of road, his dirty overalls still on, and an even dirtier smile written across his face. It was evening, and he could hear the crickets strum their twittering chorus in the background, as he considered Theresa. He figured that whilst the sun sunk and left darkness in its place, then there was little chance that Theresa would want to catch the night bus to San Francisco, which meant there was a good chance of them fooling around together more. In the back part of his mind that was actually the front of his mind he imagined Theresa tied up, blind folded, with her legs spread as she smiled in anticipation....his heart beat fast, and his dick stirred like a lazy snake.

He revved up the accelerator, tailgating his thoughts.

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When Rhett arrived home he hesitated, remembering that there was a good probability that Theresa wouldn't appreciate being told that he was going to pick up groceries for only twenty minutes, only to leave her for half a day. He hoped she wasn't angry. He couldn't see her throwing anything too heavy at him, but he couldn't forget her stabbing that trucker with a comb.

"Theresa baby, I'm home. Sorry-"

Then he caught a glimpse of the hastily scrawled note on his table, in Curly's own chaotic handwriting.

"Gone Fishing!" 

Rhett picked up the note, and irately screwed the paper up into a small ball.

"Gone Fishing" was the brothers code for picking up girls to sleep with. With Theresa being absent and the brothers having visited while he had been at work, he put two and two together quicker than Brer Rabbit with his ass on fire. 

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Earlier that morning Theresa had found herself stuck to the door in fright as five bikers parked round the front of the house, confidently swinging off their bikes. Theresa hugged herself and blinking, forced herself to smile a strained smile and straighten her back. Her Aunty Cecilia always told her that if ever she was in a troublesome situation with men, to straighten her back and be bold. The men were well-built, and like Rhett, they had beards and hair; lots of it. They wore similar jackets to Rhett. She guessed in a split second these were the biker brothers he referred to.

Sensing that a verbal offense was the best form of defense, she cocked her head back and croaked out, "Hey, you here for Rhett?" 

One of the bikers had blond hair with dirty curls. He looked at her oddly and grinned, exposing a broken mosaic of teeth, "So you the one Rhett's been hiding? Some shame." He drawled lecherously. 

Theresa's heart hitched up the pace and ran, she took some deep breaths through her nostrils, "Rhett's gone out to get some groceries from the store, apparently."

She turned round, and nearly had a heart attack when she felt her wrist being grabbed, "Oh we know where Rhett is alright baby. But the thing is, we hear that there is a free and easy colored chick in town. Want some milk and sugar in your coffee baby?"

Theresa nearly retched and her anger superseded her fear, "I'm bullshit intolerant, so won't be having anything you have to offer." She snapped.

The guy pulled her towards him roughly, Theresa cried in surprise, "Now you listen here-"

The other guys who had been watching silently approached. A chubby one with a sad looking face and bright blond frizzy hair put a hand on his shoulder, "That's enough Curly, Billy told you she was Rhett's guest, not a sheep or easy broad. Don't think Rhett will much like to hear you manhandling his guest. Now Theresa we thought we'd show you around, especially with Rhett being busy. Sometimes it's nice to keep the company of someone who's a little, uh, different. Right Curly?"

Curly and Theresa shot each other mutually disdainful glares, "Sometimes a little different needs to know when to step into line Fritz old boy."

"Curly dude, listen to you, talking like a cop. No one needs to step into line, just need to stop getting so worked up over nothing. Let's just take the girl down to Moe's, and show her a good time.", Fritz said grinning, "and you know Marlene's on the pole tonight Curly, she was pretty wild last week, bet she's gonna show us some hot stuff tonight too."

"Yeah come on guys, let's hit the road."

"Hey where you going Curly?"

"Leaving Rhett a note, so he knows where we're at.", Curly swung open the door that Theresa had left opened and sauntered into Rhett's living room.

Theresa really didn't want to go anywhere with the bikers, Curly made her particularly weary. In her heart the seed of dread and foreboding grew. Fuck knew what these guys wanted from her, she only hoped that they didn't know what they wanted from her either. 

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Theresa should have been having great old time, she was in a bar that resembled a hunting lodge on acid, a jukebox was kicking out some rock music. Distorted guitar hummed in the air and there were some seriously intoxicated bikers and their girlfriends or hangers-on slouched about the place. In front of her there was a circular platform with a pole, a barely-dressed stripper sat slouched on the edge of the platform, drinking a cocktail and swinging her legs. 

It was a new scene and therefore a new experience, she just wished she could enjoy it, except for a variety of reasons, she could not. This was because somewhere along the line the repulsive Curly had picked her up and placed her on his lap, snatching every moment to unashamedly attempt to stuff his hands down her pants. She tried to fidget away from the grasping pair of hands, but apparently, he had developed the art of evading a woman's evasions. Whilst engaging in his annoying form of torment, he chatted casually with the other biker brethren, mostly telling them about some pathetic broad who would spend three hours daily cleaning his bike whilst he slept through the afternoon. 

"That's the way to do it partner. Too many women round here are damn useless, can't cook, can't do nothing much. Shoot, the least they can do is polish up the Harley nice.", Billy said in agreement.

The chubby blond guy named Fritz shook his head slowly in disagreement, "No, who wants a woman like that, without a head on her shoulders, I want my woman like for like, who can make me feel excitement. Not just some sheep, or puppet. Pass me the ash tray, thanks."

Curly leant in towards her, the whiskers of his moustache scratching her cheek. Theresa felt horror well up all over as Curly licked her earlobe like a thirsty gecko, "Now can you believe this Theresa? Fritz here, wants himself a bold fiery girl with a good head on her shoulders. Fritz, listen Fritz, who was that Chinese gal you had in Vietnam?"

Fritz visibly gnashed his teeth, "She was not a Chinese girl in Vietnam, she was a Vietnamese girl in Vietnam."

"Yeah whatever, they're all the same right? Now listen, what was her job again? You can whisper it if you like.", Curly drawled mockingly.

"She was a bar girl."

"Yeah, that's right, she was a whore."

"No, she weren't no whore. She was a bar girl, and you had better stop that because you knew nothing 'bout La'nh. For a start, if anyone dared call her a whore-", Fritz bit his lip, like he was self-censoring something, and then his shoulders slumped, "Fuck it. Just fuck it. Hey Marlene, when's the show gonna start?"

The stripper on the stage, a stony-eyed blond, threw Fritz a disregarding look, and unenthusiastically shrugged, "Gimme time folks, gimme time. I ain't even finished this here iced tea."

"Oh come on Marlene! Put down that drink now girl and get those titties swinging baby! You're keeping your fans waiting.", Billy barked. He grinned like an idiot then turned to look at Theresa like she was a sympathetic fan who had been kept waiting. Theresa smiled back politely.

Marlene replied gruffly, "I ain't on for another seven minutes, and I ain't showing nothing any sooner than I need to. Anyway, where's Rhett? He never misses a show.", Marlene's scouted the room. Theresa felt a sting of jealousy, wandering what Marlene and Rhett shared. 

"Rhett? Rhett will be down from work soon baby. But see here, why don't you get things a little warmed up for him on this here stage? Show us some of your sass.", Billy suggested, patting his crotch.

"Hey, Marlene, you met Theresa? She's come all the way from the city.", Fritz nodded to indicate at Theresa.

"You come all the way from the city? For what?", Marlene looked at her suspiciously.

"Mardi Gras, kind of got stuck here."

"And how come you're fraternizing with these here gentleman?", Marlene screwed her lips up.

"Oh hey now, I don't think anyone can accuse us of being gentleman.", Billy interjected.

"Was hitchhiking, nearly got attacked by some trucker.", Theresa responded, sensing Marlene's naked hostility.

"Oh yeah? Which white knight gone saved you're behind?", Marlene enquired roughly.

Billy responded, "Rhett picked her up, she stayed with him last night Marlene."

Marlene looked at Theresa so hard that her blue eyes nearly turned green from envy, "Mighty good for you. Excuse me.", Marlene slid off the stage and then quickly stampeded towards what Theresa guessed was the bathroom. 

"What you have to go and say something like that to her Billy? You know Marlene has the hots for Rhett? Man! I hope she'll still come out and dance tonight." a biker called Luke said anxiously.

Curly smiled heartily, "Oh she will, and I bet if anything, she'll swing her titties extra hard tonight. Knock you out of the ring with 'em Theresa. Yeah, knock you out with her titties real good."

Theresa looked at Curly disdainfully, "Never thought a dancer's bosom could be compared to Muhammed Ali's left hook."

Some of the bikers chuckled, Curly didn't, "A stripper like Muhammed Ali? Shoot! I ain't no faggot, specially not for some negro man, I ain't no faggot."

Theresa finally caved into her disgust for Curly, "Excuse me, I need the bathroom, real bad."

Curly smiled about as sleazily as they come, and let his arms slide off, "Well, come back to papa sugar, my laps already feeling cold."

Theresa smiled and nodded politely, she looked at the clock on the wall; time was running slower than molasses.

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Theresa opened the door to the ladies bathroom, and no sooner had it swung behind her, she came face to face with displeasure of Marlene the stripper.

Hands on hips, Marlene, her face streaked with tears stomped out of nowhere, "You sleeping with him?"

Theresa looked at Marlene, dumbfounded, "You mean Rhett? No, no. Anyway, I'm leaving this place tomorrow. "

Theresa tried to nudge past Marlene. Marlene grabbed her upper arm, her hands were strong. 

Wow, maybe Muhammed Ali and Marlene the stripper do have something in common.

"Well good, because I am sure you're a nice gal and everything, but I know Rhett. I know him more than any girl will ever know Rhett, maybe even more than Rhett himself knows himself."

Theresa shot back, "That's quite some insight you have there, bordering omniscient. Can you loosen your grip please?"

Marlene scowled so meanly that Theresa could almost see the hoodoo storm clouds gathering, "There you are throwing some college words around, smug, real smug. But you know what honey, sure you're pretty for what you are, sure you've got yourself some education, but you're colored. No white man in his right mind will ever take you seriously, except to sleep with you. And I know Rhett, he sure do like novelty, especially fucking it, as do all these bikers when they get bored or playing their silly ol' games."

That stung, but Theresa was not going to lose her cool, "Some chicks, though evidentially, not all, can tell the difference between getting laid and getting married. But thank you for tip."

Marlene's frowned and pursed her lips, "No such thing as a woman who just wants sex from a guy. Most women want to be taken something serious."

Theresa coolly shrugged, "I like to be liberated and free, just, let my hair down."

"Or up! Let your hair up with that big ol' afro of yours, hahaha! Ha ha ha!"

Theresa sighed as Marlene doubled over in mirth at her own joke, "Yeah that's great, anyway, why you lecturing me about being taken seriously? I ain't the one who likes to boogie on down without clothes on."

Tension crackled in the air. Marlene's fingers dug into Theresa a little deeper, but then looking at her sternly, she let go.

Marlene said gruffly, "I been dancing naked long before Rhett came on the scene. Enjoy it too, like the attention, and money. Men never used to pay much attention to me before I danced, my mamma always said I was too rough otherwise."

Marlene visually appraised Theresa's skimpy attire with new approval, "I know you screwed Rhett, can just tell it, but that's okay, as long as we all know where we stand. Rhett screws a lot of girls, a lot of girls, but he always comes back to me."

A regular carousel of love. Theresa grimaced to herself at the thought , and then slid towards one of the cubicles, feeling it would be safe to do so without setting off the volatile Marlene.

As Theresa locked herself in, she could hear Marlene leaving, "Hey we should dance together, the guys would go crazy and all cream themselves."

Theresa muttered sardonically, "Nice."

"Yeah it sure would be, I'll even split the tips, man, the tips will really be something special if we dance together. Anyway see ya in their baby, gotta get grooving.", Marlene uncouthly banged the door to a close.

Theresa grimaced to herself as the door slammed. She looked down at her white platform shoes, wishing they were red slippers and she could click them together to get home pronto.

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Rhett took some deep breaths, letting the anger drain out of him like steam. He bet his bottom dollar that it was Curly who came up with this plan to take Theresa. Curly had turned into the world's biggest asshole since being elected group leader for the year, something that the group, with a silent concurrence, had done really out of sympathy for Curly landing his own sorry ass in jail for two years when he got caught dealing methamphetamine. Curly before he had been in prison had been a reckless dare-devil, but good to his brethren, since being in jail, and been given the remotest degree of power within the gang, he cut the sad figure of someone who even got a rise from causing his own friends trouble. 

Rhett adjusted his jacket, and squaring his shoulders a little, strode towards the bar, greeting some bikers that were sitting outside sharing a joint together.

"How you Rhett? You know Marlene's about to dance inside. Bet you'd like that huh?", Lashley said, wrapping his arms round his girlfriend, Polly, who, dressed in a black beret and polo-neck looked like a loved-up beat poet.

She looked at her boyfriend and chastised him sweetly, "Oh Lashley, you don't ever seem to listen to me when I talk about the subjugation of women as a form of phalliocentric capitalist oppression, that's just what her dancing is, wish you'd listen."

"Oh I hear you alright, ain't phalliocentric mean penis?"

Rhett laughed.

Polly shot Lashley a weary look, before turning her attentions to Rhett,"Uh huh. Rhett, there is the most beautiful black chick in there, though not that it matters to you cause I guess she ain't your type. Anyway Curly's taken some weird liking to her, so she's probably off limits unless he plans to pass her around."

Rhett grimaced visibly, Lashley looked at Rhett with playful interest, "Yeah, Polly, the negro chick is staying with Rhett."

Polly nodded in approval, and gazed at Rhett with newfound admiration, "Cool, I didn't realize you were open-minded like that Rhett, you always seemed, you know, I wouldn't say an out-and-out racist, like card carrying or anything but uh...well, never mind. Don't take this personal, but kind of makes me like you, I mean, like you more."

"Thanks.", Rhett mumbled unconvincingly.

Lashley elbowed Polly playfully, "So if I bought home a colored gal, you'd like me more?"

Polly shot Lashley an evil look and shook her head with deliberate slowness. 

Lashley chuckled, "Damn well, can't blame a guy for trying."

Rhett muttered, "Great to see you guys, I better go inside catch up with the brothers, make sure Theresa is alright."

Lashley's relationship with Polly hit a good note, even though the two of them barely had anything in common, they had an enviable spark between them. He once nearly had something like that before he went to Vietnam, but it hadn't lasted through the war. Theresa flashed into his head, he felt a sudden pang, the kind you get when you're thirsty.

He weren't going to dwell on it, it was all just thoughts and feelings, and sometimes thoughts and feelings could be a man's worst enemy.

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Theresa was sat next to Fritz's side as they watched Curly induce Billy to do something stupid, just as Rhett was striding towards them from the far end of the bar. Fritz shot a raised eyebrow at Theresa. Theresa shot one back.

"Hey Billy....you drink this-" Curly pushed out his glass with beer, tipped the ash tray into it, and then got some old gum stuck to the surface of the table and threw that in too, ", "drink that my friend, I will buy you all the rounds you want for tonight.'

Billy licked his lips greedily, he looked round at the brothers for support, a few of them grimaced, but one of them growled enthusiastically, "Do it Bro! Get all that there drink down your pipe. "

Billy like a puppy dog wagged his head stupidly then grabbing the glass, tipped the disgusting concoction down his throat. Glug, glug, glug it went down. Down, then back up.

Billy coughed it all over the table and then ran to the toilets, with howls of laughter dogging him. Theresa pursed her lips together; she really didn't understand how they could find what they were seeing fun. 

Rhett wove between the bikers, greeting old friends casually, and having small banter with their old ladies or mammas.

Billy returned, his face a certain shade of green. He brushed past Rhett.

Curly said smugly, "Now Billy boy, that was just a dumb ass thing to do. You still want beer? All night? I bet my bottom dollar that's a no." 

Billy shook his head meekly, "Naw. I think I'm gonna rest a minute. That hurt my stomach, think the gum's lodged down my throat still. Can't get it out." To demonstrate he shoved his finger down his throat, allowing everyone to see his rotting teeth and diseased gums.

Fritz sighed, "Billy, my brother,' bout time you saw the dentist."

"Don't believe in dentists and all that bull. Any money I'm paying going straight into the chopper."

"Hey, guys, how you all keeping?"

Theresa turned towards Rhett's voice; then her body did something weird; just looking at him made her heart beat faster and her skin heat up. He looked at her too, his eyes crinkled in concern, but his face relaxed into an assured smile, "Good to see you here Theresa, hope these guys been treating you fine. You been treating her fine, boys, Curly?"

Curly shrugged, "why you single me out?"

"'Cause, I got your note Curly, and listen, come here.", Rhett beckoned Curly outside the circle, so they were a little secluded. Rhett could see Theresa giving them a funny look.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking Curly. And the answer is 'no', you freaking touch her, I will break your arms off. Both of 'em. You hear me?"

"I hear you. I hear you alright, how you been pussy whipped by a negro chick into threatening your leader. Now as you're the treasurer, and the guys like and respect you, I am going to let it slide. Just this time though, just this time."

Rhett could just about feel his fists itching at the sight of Curly when he heard some of the kinds roar in approval. He turned round.




Ain't Budging Ch. 03



Suddenly "OD'd on Life Itself" by Blue Oyster Cult, one of Marlene's favorite bands, started blaring out. Rhett turned round and Marlene was on stage, swinging about the pole, her fierce blue eyes fixed on him like a hawk.

Polly and Lashley came in, Lashley stood their coolly whilst Polly began to dance like a wild thing. 

"Woo! Woo! Got to hand it to Marlene, she knows a good tune. Dance with me Lashley."

"No, don't dig dancing." Lashley responded gruffly.

"Come on! Dance with me! It's fun! Woo! Look at Marlene, she looks so pretty, dancing there. Don't I look pretty when I dance?" Polly grabbed Lashley's sleeves and forced him into a dance.

"Goddamit woman, this is humiliating."

"Hey I'll dance with you Polly.", Billy got up, and started to swing his hips to an imaginary rhythm that didn't quite match the music as he approached Polly.

"See Billy will dance, won't you Billy?", Polly chuckled mischievously, dancing merrily between her reluctant boyfriend, and Billy.

Theresa turned round, but her eyes widened and Rhett could see her muttering, "Oh my" as Billy turned round and felt Polly's tits whilst Lashley groped her bottom. Polly smiled wider than a boat as the two men clumsily ground against her. Theresa averted her gaze quickly.

Rhett, made his way over, feeling a sense of relief that Theresa was sat next to Fritz, who had a good way with women. He had almost forgotten that Marlene was on stage when he saw Marlene, her pale creamy tits swinging all over the place beckon Theresa. Theresa shook her head in resistance. But this was no deterrence to Marlene, who elicited some whoops from the crowd as she crawled towards Theresa, flicking her tongue out crudely. Theresa smiled shyly, averting her gaze with discomfort. Fritz leant over and whispered something in Theresa's ear. Rhett felt his jaw clench jealously. Fritz had never cut any bones about being the sort of open-minded fellow Polly admired. Rhett bet anything that he knew what Fritz was thinking. Given that Fritz's gaze had dropped to Theresa's cleavage, Rhett didn't have to be much of a telepath to read it.

Marlene lithely slunk to the floor, and Rhett could not help but chuckle sadistically as Theresa looked more worried than he had ever seen her, her large almond eyes downcast. She had every right to be worried, Marlene was jiggling her breasts towards Theresa with great enthusiasm. Then, after a couple of blinks, Marlene was doing a snaky lap dance for Theresa. A roar of laughter erupted amongst the mostly male audience as Theresa frowned at Marlene's undulating derriere with an almost academic disdain. 

Curly cackled behind Rhett as Rhett watched Marlene began to lap dance for Theresa, "Billy told her 'bout Marlene. Pissed Marlene off to high heaven when she heard Theresa was staying with you. She's trying to knock Theresa out of the ring with her titties. Knock her out solid. Bam!" Curly did a swinging punching motion with his hands.

Rhett shook his head and sticking his hands in his Levi pockets shrugged, "Marlene don't own me, just cause we screwed a few times. Man, I just wish girls could just relax, like Theresa. Maybe San Francisco girls are just more with the times."

"Yeah those San Francisco girls sure know something about having a good time, like your girl there.", Curly chuckled darkly.

Theresa had got up and was dancing around with Marlene.Theresa's hands were on Marlene's shoulders keeping them a safe distance apart, and she shimmied up and down smiling shyly. Her smile emphasized her high cheekbones and generous plump lips. Theresa winked playfully at Marlene as she parted her thighs suggestively, gently rotating her hips. The crowd went wild.

Some guy shouted, "Strip! Strip! Strip!", and was soon joined by a chorus of others.

Rhett felt himself grow worried. Looking around the room, some of the men, with their tongues hanging out and tails wagging, had turned to wolves. Theresa had probably stirred more attention than one woman could handle.

Some primal part of his brain snapped, he marched over, and then to a chorus of boos swung her over his shoulder. Theresa squealed in surprise as he walked across the bar.

"Oh come on Rhett! The show's only just started." Hank protested in annoyance.

Rhett fired back gruffly, "You want a show, Marlene will give you a show, that's her job."

He heard a few boos, but soon their attentions were fixed back on Marlene.

Rhett said nothing as he took her to the bar, and sat her down on a bar stool, "Theresa, be careful, you nearly got yourself into a situation there, you need to be less naive girl."

Theresa gazed dangerously at Rhett, "Naive? Uh no, I don't think so, but thank you all the same Mr Morality Policeman."

Rhett looked at the barman, indicating he wanted to be served, "Just looking out for a ditz from out of town. Clearly you don't appreciate that. Paul-hey, can we get two beers, Olympia please. Thanks dude."

Theresa arched a brow, "Wow, thank you Rhett, you read my mind."

"Really?"

"No, I hate beer. It's like drinking carpet."

"Well, someone's being petulant tonight, just thought I'd help you out. Since your senses are comatose somewhere under a rock, thought you'd appreciate it.", Rhett propped his elbow against the bar.

"What are you talking about Rhett?"

"Just about every guy there had a hard on. And there you were, like you know-"

Theresa screwed up her face derisively,"-a tramp? A whore? A lamp post? What was I like? Fuck you, I should be the one mad at you, I got a class to teach Monday, books to mark, lesson plans to write, and I am still here, and oh, I wonder why. Could it be because someone did a little disappearing act this morning?"

Rhett lent back and smiled to himself, despite herself and how mad she was at him, she could feel her anger evaporate, "Hell, now there's a guess I would never have made right. A teacher you say? Now that is something."

Theresa pouted her lips, "It's not that funny. I can look like a teacher you know-"

"I'd like to see that. You in a blouse and tight skirt...heels...stockings..."

Theresa raised a brow, "I'm a little more demure."

Rhett drank down some of the beer and then lent over, whispering in her ear, "Of course you are. Sweet, demure, slutty Theresa. Running around demurely in those leopard hot pants that make your ass cheeks look like peaches waiting to be bitten."

Theresa felt Rhett's hand on her shoulder. It scorched through the cloth, like he was trying to burn her clothes off with his mind, "Your hands are hot." she said huskily.

"Theresa, Theresa, Theresa...I just want to fuck you. Right now, I'm thinking of fucking you on the bar, your thighs spread wide, wrapped around me.", He traced a light path across her jaw with his finger as his blue eyes assessed her dark beauty.

"With people watching?"

"Would you like that Theresa, with all those people, men watching, but would I start by playing with your pussy with my fingers and tongue, or by giving you a rough fuck so that they could hear you moan my name as you came around my cock, where you belong.", Rhett's said, his voice gravelly from desire. He dropped his gaze to the prominent outline of Theresa's nipples, his cock thickening at the invitation of her sweet curvy body.

The sweet spot of Theresa's pussy tingled from his words. She looked at him entranced. If he did want to take her on the bar, in public, she was not sure if she could say no to him.

But then Rhett withdrew his hands from her jaw and looked surprised, like something had only just occurred to him, and then his eyes went cold and lips straightened, "Listen to me, getting all possessed with you. Sort of stupid for two people that only want to screw around."

His words, the avoidance of eye contact, poured over her like ice water. Theresa exhaled impatiently and then swung round to face him, "Yeah that is stupid, because I don't need anything from you or any man, especially you. Excuse me."

Theresa, angry slid off the bar stool and grabbing her beer, more for comfort than anything else, sauntered out towards the doors. Rhett turned round and heard some whoops. He watched briefly as Marlene grabbed a beer bottle and ran it between her exposed tits. She looked at him and winked. He could wait, Marlene was always an option, but that thought left him feeling unexcited. Now Theresa on the other hand, interested him immensely.

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Theresa lent against the wall outside the bar trying not to cry; her confusion over Rhett swamped her like the warm breeze of the night.

That's what happens when you fuck a man and lose your senses Theresa, makes you pathetic and stupid. You don't even know him. 

A strange irrational sense of guilt descended, she exhaled and closed her eyes, trying to think of nothing.

"There you are." She opened her eyes and saw Rhett approaching. Her eyelids were rimmed wet with the promise of tears.

Rhett closed in on her, his face drawn in concern, "Hey what's all this, you been crying?"

"No. Why would I cry over you? Even your beard needs a comb." She looked at him with mustered contempt, her eyes glimmering. She felt strangely both relieved and annoyed when he smiled at her and chuckled, placing his hands on her shoulders. From the touch of him palm, anticipation radiated through her body.

"I don't know, maybe you're feeling all sad that you can't have me. Don't blame you sugar."

Theresa looked at him, aghast at his nerve. He broke out a mischievous grin, his blue eyes twinkling.

She slapped his arm and tried to shift past, "You are an arrogant son of a-"

He used his body to pin her against the wall and his thigh to spread apart her legs. Then he lent in, "You can have me, every hard inch of me. Understand? "

He slid his hands round the dark nape of her neck making her whimper from the sensation of his skin against her own. Theresa's pussy throbbed with arousal.

Theresa closed her eyes and murmured, "Who says I want a single inch of you?"

"You don't need to say anything Theresa." to reinforce his point his nudged his thigh further up, grinding it against her pussy so that she moaned. He chuckled drily and then slid his knuckles against her cheek.

Theresa felt Rhett kiss the tip of her nose before saying assuredly, "Open your eyes and look at me."

Theresa opened her eyes and looked at him fiercely, a hot red lust burning into him; she said nothing as her body melted against his, her pussy moistened as she was pinned against the wall. She moaned in frustration; her hunger for him burned her body with arousal so badly did she want to experience his skin against her skin. As if reading her thoughts she felt his hands on her hips.

Rhett's heart thumped and dick hardened as she looked at him, assessing him through her dark almond eyes. His hands slid down the womanly curve of Theresa's hips feeling the hem of her hot pants and slid under the material, feeling her silky chocolate skin. His breathing grew heavier as he sought to control himself, stop himself from ripping her clothes off and fucking her then and there.

Rhett saw her squirm a little, "If you don't keep still..."

Theresa swayed her hip towards him challengingly, "You'll do what? Make me cum? All the pity for me."

Rhett chuckled sadistically, "Oh even worse baby, I won't let you cum at all."

Theresa looked at him puzzled, Rhett then swung her over her shoulder, like a caveman who had kidnapped a chick from a neighboring tribe. Rhett walked round the back of the bar, into a grassy opening with a log cabin at the back. Theresa just clung on for dear life.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Somewhere with all the equipment I will ever need to make you cry out my name, or try to."

"Now you're just scaring me." 

Rhett patted her bottom reassuringly, "You scared? I doubt that. Here we are."

Rhett flipped her off his shoulder and led her by the hand towards the small log cabin. She twirled a lock of her afro dubiously and frowned, "Nice, a love suite, for undiscerning horndogs."

"Hey, I don't bring every chick back here." Rhett wrapped his hands round her waist and walked towards the log cabin.

"Okay, a love suite for partially discerning horndogs." Theresa sighed as Rhett opened the creaky handle and let the door, with a grinding whine at its hinges, swing open. Rhett reached in and flicked a switch. Light reluctantly splattered across the room, revealing plenty of gardening equipment, and a beam across the ceiling, with dried plants hanging upside down.

Theresa squinted at the plants, they looked oddly familiar, but she couldn't place a name on what they were, "Wow, pot pourri anyone?"

"More 'pot' than 'pourri'.", Rhett gripped her hand and led her in. He kicked the door so that it shut with a bang; Theresa just about jumped out of her skin. 

Rhett looked at Theresa hungrily and sauntered towards her, Theresa playfully backed against the wall, "Ah, now I see, you didn't want those guys getting down with me because you want to get down."

"I won't lie to you Theresa, you make me a jealous man.", Rhett's hand caressed her neck as he kissed her jaw, her earlobes, her lips. He loved the feel of her soft dusky skin against his lips, like black satin. He inhaled her scent, as if he were trying to capture her essence to remember her by. Theresa wrapped her hands around his shoulders and pulled him in closer, sighing. Both melted into one another, craving the other's attention.

Rhett squeezed Theresa's bottom firmly, getting a little harder when she moaned and pressed her hips against his own. He broke the kiss and drawled, "Grab that twine, throw it here baby."

Theresa saw the ball of twine on the table behind her out of the corner of her gaze, her slender brown fingers danced over it before caressing into her grasp, "Twine? You're planning to garden me into being a good girl?"

Rhett smiled, his teeth glinting, hinting at the red hot blood pumping fast through his veins, "Something like that."

Theresa boldly shrugged her shoulders back and blinked coquettishly, "Something like-"

Rhett moved in quickly, his hot breath meeting her lips before his brutal kiss did. His tongue slipped silkily between her lips. He tugged the ball of twine from her hands until it was within his grasp. Rhett nudged forward, forcing Theresa to move back against the table. He then lifted Theresa onto the table and pried her soft thighs apart. Grabbing her afro hair he carefully pulled her hair back so she was looking at him, and kissed her plump lips again. Rhett's other hand found her breast and squeezed it and flicked his thumb across a distended nipple; she moaned responsively.

"Take of your T-shirt and bra baby.", Rhett demanded hoarsely.

Theresa silently peeled off her top and bra, and neatly folded them. She could see Rhett tense up. She dropped her gaze to the bulge in his trousers and allowed her attentions to linger at his prominent bulge.

"Good girl, look at your nipples, plump as berries, you wet too Theresa?" As if to elicit a response, Rhett squeezed a nipple, Theresa squirmed as she became aware of her swollen pussy, her moistened panties.

She averted her gaze by dropping it to the wooden floor. In response he squeezed both nipples extra hard. Pain and pleasure shot threw her sensitive buds, "Ow!"

Rhett stepped a few steps back and then removed his jacket and t-shirt hastily then drawled, "I asked you a question slut."

"I am feeling, uh, good." she felt her face flush with heat as her heart thumped. 

"That's not what I asked." Rhett's gaze lewdly surveyed her body, he stroked his beard thoughtfully.

"Bully.", Theresa teased.

Rhett chuckled, "I'll take that as a compliment. God your body was just made for a man to play with." Rhett bent over and bit a dark nipple, tugging it with his white teeth. Theresa cried out and tilted her eager hips towards him.

Rhett released her wet nipple from his gentle bite and kissed Theresa again, brushing his parted lips against her own, before slipping his tongue in, squeezing her sweetly sore nipple roughly as he did so. Theresa whimpered, dazed in arousal, and ran her fingers through Rhett's hair. She felt more wetness trickle between the slit of her cunt, priming her to be fucked.

She reluctantly broke the kiss.

"You can take me now." Theresa meekly suggested her voice a whisper and her body turning to jello.

"Oh I don't think so, as I said, you were made to be played with. Wrists out Theresa."

Theresa ran her feet along his inside leg, she could see a twitch of his jaw and his eyes glow even more intense. 

"Mm you can do whatever you like to my hands, I still got my feet remember.", Theresa taunted him by stretching out her legs and wriggling her toes.

"Good point. I guess I better tie those too.", Rhett said huskily.

"If you insist.", Theresa hopped off the table and rapidly shed her hot pants before hopping back on. She spread her legs wide, revealing the gleaming contours of her sex lips. 

Rhett squatted, gently kissing the calf of her leg, and then tied her lithe dark ankles to each end of the table leg with the twine. He tried not to do it too tight. He rubbed the balls of her feet reassuringly.

"You okay with this Theresa?" Rhett rubbed her dusky thighs slowly.

"Um.", Theresa bit her full lower lip as Rhett's thick fingers began rubbing her slick pussy folds, finding the nub end of her clit, and gently flicked, back and forth. Theresa panted in frustration, the muscles in her thighs straining as she subconsciously tried to close them.

"Theresa."Rhett drawled, his beard tickling her face as he drew closer. He swiftly removed his jacket and T-shirt, and chucked them across the room.

"Yes?" Theresa said throatily.

"Kiss me again."

Theresa wanted to wrap her arms around him, but as they were bound she leant forward instead, her lips pressing on his. Rhett's kiss was hard and sensuous, his tongue drove into her mouth possessing her, as she felt his hand caress the gentle arch of her spine, his fingers drew feathery paths downwards, until he was squeezing the plump flesh of her butt, hard. She groaned despite the kiss.

Then his hands were back to her pussy, his fingers parted her cunt lips, and then, finding her clit he squeezed it; Theresa flinched.

"Oh God."

"Uh huh..."

"Please untie me so I can touch you?"

He lent in and groaned, "No, patience baby."

Theresa sighed in frustration.

Rhett kept his eyes on her as he unzipped his trousers and boxers, and clambered out of them quick. He stood their naked, his erection hard and wanting. Theresa's admired his lean defined physique, catching a little of the violent tattoo on his back when he turned slightly. Her eyes then fixed at his erection, impressive and ready.

"You really are so fine Rhett.", Theresa said, not so much as a praise but pleading him with her flattery for more attention, more of his touch.

"Fine enough for you to beg for it?" Rhett drawled.

"You're asking me to beg? I'm not begging for you." Theresa wriggled, her moistness growing as her clit grew swollen.

Rhett gritted his teeth trying to resist the urge to ram his cock into Theresa. But the fragrant musk of her pussy drew him in.

He could not resist her any longer. So instead he inched closer, until the tip of his cock touched the warm flesh of Theresa's loins. Then Rhett ventured further in, leaving a silver trail of precum on her dark thighs as his cock came into contact with her cunt. 

Theresa moaned encouragingly as Rhett rubbed his pale cock assuredly across her rubescent clit, teasing her. As her legs were tied to the table, she could not move, close her dusky thighs, she could only moan, wriggle and feel deliciously helpless as she anticipated his next move. 

"Beg for my cock.", Rhett gently tugged one of Theresa's swollen nipples.




Ain't Budging Ch. 03



"No.", Theresa whispered even as her body yearned for more. Rhett roughly twisted her nipple, kissing her so deeply he left lightly gasping for breath.

"Beg for me." Rhett released her deliciously-sore nipple. Theresa's breath grew more ragged.

"Rhett.", Theresa moaned. 

She felt his hand travel down her belly, until they were at her spread cunt. Rough fingers parted her engorged, inner lips and grazed the aching tip of her clit, eliciting a shudder. Then a large finger plunged into her pussy. Theresa rocked against his hand.

Rhett couldn't believe the self-control he was exerting. Feeling her pussy, hot, wet, clench around his fingers made his dick throb. But seeing her so sweetly tormented, each emotion, etched across her beautiful dark face, heightened his excitement. Rhett replaced his fingers with his cock. He lazily rubbed his hardness liberally between her swollen dark velvet pussy lips. She parted her lips, looking at him, "Oh..."

He then plunged in, deep and mercilessly, into her little cunt, his skin slapping against her own, her pussy wet, yet squeezing against his velvety cock flesh like a fist tugging the fire from his loins. His face met hers, the tips of their noses momentarily touched before his lips pressed against her own, consuming her with a wet kiss. 

He then slowed right down, rotating his hips, to tease her, taunt her tied body. She tried to catch breath as his cock swiveled inside her wet tight pussy.

"Your cunt, so sweet..."Rhett groaned, closing his eyes momentarily.

He placed each hand resolutely on her butt cheeks, driving further into her pink opening. 

Theresa felt the euphoria gather its roots into her sex, digging like his tanned fingers into the ebony skin of her butt. She felt so close to an orgasm, the sensation became an increasingly overwhelming fireball, stoking, igniting. But yet his dick pushed into her like steel against velvet, his balls slapped against her, beating her towards the tipping point like a drum. 

Rhett could feel Theresa succumbing to the pounding rhythm of his cock. He watched each conflicting emotion of uncomfortable pleasure, and pleasurable discomfort, scrawled across the arch of her back, the bounce of her tits, the flutter of her eyelids. It aroused him. With her pussy tightening around his cock like a leash, he fought to stay in control.

He dove in, slipped his hands in the soft wiriness of her afro, and tugged her head back, kissing the delicate spot in the crook of her long neck, his beard tickling her sensitive mahogany skin.

Their bodies spoke to each other, as they both fucked, communicating their needs, feelings, with animalistic grunts.

Then it happened, her clit began to throb sweetly, and then with one more slap of his groin against her own, her clit was ignited. 

She cried out, "Oh yes, yes, don't stop." 

Rhett, placed his thumb into her mouth, she suckled it desperately as she was sucked into the vacuum of her own pleasure. Rhett felt his dick throb as Theresa's pussy clamped down on him hard, his balls tightened; feeling heavy like hot marble. Lost in a haze of mutual sensation, he felt his cum squirt into her warm pussy; releasing the sweet pressure that had built up. 

They stilled, their breath like a muted music as his dick twitched and then calmed within her.

He looked at her, her skin glowing and shiny from sex; beautiful and black in her luminescence like the clear night's sky. He withdrew his cock, watching his own cum drip from between her ravished cunt and pooling onto table.

He smiled at her, strangely pleased with himself for being responsible for her ravished appearance. He stooped down to untie her.

Theresa looked at him silently as he craned over and quickly undid the knots. She kicked her feet a little once they were free, rotating them. Straightening his back, he gently took her bound hands and undid the knots, they unraveled quickly.

Silently they dressed, neither meeting the others gaze.

She quickly got dressed, her back to him.

Then she said quietly, "I am really tired, can we go home so I can get some rest for tomorrow?"

Rhett ran his hands through his dark locks in exasperation, "You could at least fake the pillow talk, wouldn't hurt you some."

Theresa turned round on the heel of her platform shoes, "Chill out baby. We've had good times together, two turned-on curious adults trying new stuff, exploring each other's bodies. It's been really really...um."

Rhett approached her just a few steps, his face dropping in disappointment, "Way to make me feel like a handbag."

Theresa's eyes softened, "That's not it. I am just trying to make things as easy. Don't you want the same thing?"

Rhett looked at her hard, "Sure, anyway, like you said, why make things complicated? You're not even my type." he looked at her, hoping that saying it would make it true, but instead he felt the jarring discomfort of a person who had just lied to themselves.

Theresa looked at him in pure annoyance, "Well better send that memo to your dick." She then swung the door open to leave, but then felt it hit something. She heard a resounding "oomph!"

"Fritz? What the hell?" Theresa saw the biker, friendly sweet Fritz, standing behind the door with trousers round his ankles and his semi-stiff dick hanging out. A fragrance of marijuana hung around him like a cloud.

"Was just going there to roll up, and chill, heard a rumor Lan'h's got a kid by me. Made me happy and made me sad all at the same time, so I need something to chill me, as I, you know, think if there is anything I can do about it. But uh, you know, saw you guys through the window and it's been a while for me too."

Rhett pulled his T-shirt on and stepped outside, "Dude. You could have joined, Theresa here is a good time girl don't care who she's having a good time with either, right Theresa?"

Theresa resolved herself not to get angry, she glared at Rhett challengingly, and he glared back. Fritz looked at them both uneasily, feeling the firecracker tension between them. Almost in response at the frosty atmosphere, Fritz finally pulled up his trousers, and buckled up.

"Cool, well let me just uh, grab some supplies from in there, and hey, maybe we can go back to the bar. I don't usually smoke Theresa, but boy am I excited about Lan'h and the kid. Just wished I was there, or she was here, you know."

Fritz dived quickly into the hut, yanked a bouquet of dried marijuana from the beam and sauntered out with the dozy smile. They started walking towards the bar, a stone cold silence wedged between Rhett and Theresa as they followed Fritz who was talking about some book he was reading called Jonathan Livingston Seagull and how it had totally blown his mind and he was pretty sure he was the seagull.

They heard the sound of people approaching the back lawn, the whole gang from inside the bar was approaching, but there was no brotherly excited chatter. Something wasn't right; their's was the low murmurs of predators circling, not wishing to alert their prey. Rhett turned and saw Curly approach, flanked by a group of bikers.

"Hey Rhett, we want to talk with you."

What the hell do they want with me? Rhett thought curiously. 

Rhett felt a little nervous. So he stopped in his tracks, as did Theresa and Fritz. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, "What's the matter brother?"

"You pretending you didn't get the message. So the real question is, what's the matter with you brother? Ain't up for some fishing with the fellas?" Curly sneered at Rhett, his gaze flicking at Theresa.

Theresa grew extremely uneasy, she had a feeling these men were not talking about their passion for angling.

"Curly, it's not going to happen, okay? So why not go to the bar, and get with one of your typical easy lays."

Curly squared his shoulders and tipped his chin back, "Nah, why tread a path that's been beat? Come on dude, nothing wrong with passing a little something around."

Theresa looked fearfully at Rhett, her voice quivering, "Rhett, they talking about me?"

Rhett felt his heart thump. He couldn't tell the consequence of the decisions he would make in a minute, the consequences in an hour, or the consequences in a day. 

Why defend a woman who thinks so low of you? And she acts like sex don't matter. Hell maybe she really is happy to fuck anyone. Your brothers will always be there for you, always have been, but this chica won't be. He thought bitterly.

He flicked the cigarette he was smoking away, "Curly and goons, you can go shove your dicks up your asses for all you're gonna get. Theresa is not your property, and given the prospect of doing the dirty with you guys makes her look as happy as a vegan in an abattoir, I think not. Sorry brothers."

Curly smiled broadly, "Don't say sorry, see, if you were gonna say no, then it's my job as chief to make sure, diplomacy or no-diplomacy, we get what we came for."

Rhett saw a glint out of the corner of his eye, Curly had a knife, it looked like a kitchen knife. A moment passed, that was between terror and serenity when he thought, Jeez, he's gonna try and really get me.

Rhett had nothing like a weapon, as he never considered that he would ever be turned on by one of his own. But he did have something else Curly didn't have; instinctively, he had been waiting for someone to jump him since the war. He just never really thought it would happen. 

Thus, with a guttural roar he dove in to Curly's unarmed left side and dug his elbow into Curly's stomach. Curly cried out in surprise, losing his footing. Rhett rooted his feet to the grass like two tree trunks. He punched the side of Curly's head, hearing a cry as the men around cheered, spoiling for a fight. 

"Careful Rhett, he's still up.", cried Theresa. 

Curly stumbled and turned, the grip on his knife less sure, but still he lunged clumsily, and managed to nick Rhett's forearm, drawing blood. Adrenaline burned through Rhett like a white hot furnace so he didn't really feel it, it wasn't a deep enough cut. He grabbed Curly's knife-wielding wrist roughly and pulled Curly down by the sleeve so that he lost his balance. Curly dropped his knife but then regained his composure.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!", shouted someone from the jeering crowd, which side that person was taking, or whether he was taking a side Rhett did not know.

Remembering what he had learnt in the army from some dude who dabbled in martial arts, Rhett turned to face Curly, and then rushing into him, punching Curly on both sides of his neck. Curly passed out as the carotid blood supply was cut off. His faint was oddly delicate, like a pastiche of a woman who had worn a corset too tight.

Rhett, looked at Curly, his breath coming thick and fast as Curly lay looking strangely angelic on the ground.

"Damn fool. Anyone else want to fight? "

The crowd were quiet, he then heard Billy say, "Sorry man, we just thought we would give Curly the benefit of the doubt as he's the chief."

"Chief or no chief, he got you guys acting like horny sheep?"

Hank cleared his throat, "Nah, it weren't just because we were horny, you know what Moe says, if we can get a black chick, a latin chick, a -"

"Stop, you were prepared to kill me, force yourselves onto a girl from out of town, put your asses in prison, for some free beers at Moe's? Jeesuz! Come on Theresa, let's go before these Einsteins experience another genius moment."

Rhett grabbed Theresa's hand firmly and protectively, both of them shaking slightly. 

He heard a lowly muttering from the crowd gathered behind.

Lashley and Polly chased after them, "Hey, we're sorry, we didn't think we could do much but watch."

"Sorry don't cut it. Don't any of you guys have guts and minds of your own?"

Polly looked angrily at Rhett, "Well, look who's grown a conscious, at least some of us don't have blood on our hands. Come on Lashley."

Lashley looked at Rhett, then at Polly, then at Rhett, "Boy, oh boy. I'm sure she didn't mean that man." Lashley then shrugged pitifully, and chased after Polly.

Rhett stopped, and lowered his head, feeling tired and weighed down . He closed his eyes, not wanting to open them, even if it looked curious. He didn't care, he just wanted pure darkness.

"Blood? But you didn't hurt Curly that way? "Theresa asked inquisitively.

"The war. That's what Polly means." Fritz whispered. Rhett opened his eyes.

Vietnam. He was in Vietnam. Theresa thought, her heart dropping, reassessing everything. She felt incredibility guilty. She had been so self-absorbed, about her own needs, protecting herself, she had never cared to ask what his story was.

Fritz put a hand on Rhett's shoulder, "Dude ignore Polly, when she say's that, she also means me, Hank, Taylor, and a damn near half of us in the club. Lashley is weak not to reign in his woman."

Rhett looked silently, angrily at Fritz, and then at Theresa. At that moment, he felt a million miles away from them even though they were within meters of each other.

"I think you'd better stay with Fritz tonight Theresa, now's not a great time." Rhett said sadly, but calmly as he touched the bleeding gash on his forearm

Theresa shook her head and gazed intently at the hurt man, in more ways than one, that stood in front of her , "I would rather stay with you., I could sleep on the sofa."

Rhett shrugged, "Like I am really going to make you stay on the sofa, but I'm not going to be much fun to be around."

"That's okay." 

Theresa reached out and touched Rhett's shoulder.

He looked back, his body alive, mind numb, eyes hard, untranslatable.

Fritz looked uncomfortable, "Cool, well, adios brother. It's been a real pleasure to meet you Theresa, a real pleasure." he tipped his head at her.

"You too, bye Fritz."

Rhett and Theresa glided home on Rhett's bike, each cloaked under the swaddle of night. Theresa hugged her body close to his. When they got back to the cabin, Rhett acted like a stranger, washing his arm of the blood, dressing it, not looking at her.

She tried to break the ice, "Rhett, I'm sorry, I've really messed things up for you."

Rhett snorted, "Not really, see, I really thought those guys were my friends. We're supposed to kill for each other, not actually kill each other. They're my brothers, or I thought they were."

Theresa sat on the sofa, "Well, men go a little crazy when they form groups, get a little power, seen it happen before where I live."

Rhett shook his head, "Naw, don't believe that- it's nice to have friends who have your back. Anyway, didn't used to be like this, it's got worse since Curly became leader. He brought in some bad blood. Moe who owns the bar we been to used to be our leader and he played it just right. But he bought the bar and didn't really have the time to do so much organizing. Curly don't really do nothing apart from getting us together in the bar and getting us into some trouble with other clubs."

Rhett looked at Theresa, Pretty. Just pretty. Rhett tried to remain stoic, he wasn't the fluffy emotions type, but what he felt wasn't fluffy, it was almost painful- just thinking about Theresa leaving him made him feel a sinking sense of loss. 

Rhett stroked his beard pensively, "You know, I weren't expecting to meet a girl like you. You're something else. "

Theresa didn't want him to elaborate on his ambiguous comment as it didn't sound particularly flattering. She sighed in annoyance.

Rhett caught her expression, feeling hurt she had rebuffed his compliment. He shrugged silently and began shaving around his side burns to get some definition. From the corner of his mirror he saw Theresa walk away from his view, and into the bedroom, her curvy, sexy silhouette passing by like a whisper.

I should follow her. 

Rhett should have followed her, but he did not, instead he got dressed in his pajamas and fell asleep on the couch. But he didn't sleep properly, he kept dreaming someone was watching over him, a sinister cold presence. Rhett opened his eyes in fear and confusion, but there was no one there.

He didn't think too much, he padded into his bedroom, dazed and seduced by the certainty of human warmth. So he slipped in next to Theresa, and flung an arm around her naked waist, spooning her curvy bottom. She smiled contently, momentarily roused from sleep. 

She was pretending to sleep when she heard him say, "I wish I could keep you here longer, if I had planned it better, hell, I'd even kidnap you."

That should have worried Theresa and have her running for the hills, but more worrying was that in it's especially skewered way, it was the sweetest thing Theresa had ever heard. 

She felt a mixture of happiness to have Rhett close, and sadness, knowing in less than eight hours they would make their separate ways through life.

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The next morning they made idle small talk over breakfast. Rhett kept his Ray-Bans on as he drove her to the coach station because he could feel his eyes stinging.

At the coach station, there was a strange discomfort as Rhett looked at Theresa and Theresa looked at Rhett, awkwardness clung around them. Some little old ladies and a group of teenagers were waiting by the bus stop, staring curiously at the black disco chick and the white biker.

"Thanks Rhett.", Theresa said coolly suddenly aware of the audience. She heard a clucking of disapproval.

"Tut tut tut, that just ain't right, them being like that.", said one of the old ladies to her friends.

It made Theresa uncomfortable, so she stepped back from Rhett and wrapped her arms around herself more tightly.

Rhett looked at the cluckee, the little old lady and with his bearded chin jutting out chided loudly, "Don't tell me you got all those damned wrinkles and learnt not a jot about good manners Grandma."

"Well!", said the old lady, her face pruning up in displeasure.

Rhett stepped further towards Theresa, who stepped back again, "You can keep stepping backwards Theresa, but it's only going to turn this into a game."

He took long strides towards her. From the corner of his eye he saw, beyond the haze dancing off the road, the coach.

All you have is now, and then she's gone.

Rhett wrapped his hands behind Theresa's waist, and then tugging her in, he kissed her, his lips pressed against her own. His tongue pried between her soft lips and caressed her own tongue. He let his hands drop to the top of Theresa's bottom.

The coach stopped, opened.

Theresa felt yearning all of a sudden and she couldn't help but say it, "I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't miss you. Maybe in another life things could have got more interesting."

She kissed his cheek and got on the bus, looking back on him, like someone pausing to wonder if she was about to make a mistake.

"Bye Theresa."

"Bye Rhett."

As Theresa got on the bus, disapproving looks following her all the way to her seat, she remembered what she had forgotten.

As did Rhett.

Neither of them knew how to contact the other. 

"Damn."

"Fuck."

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The Mistake- two months later.

Maybe I should. Maybe I shouldn't. Theresa looked at the address of Moe's bar frowning. If she thought it was a good idea to write to Rhett, she would have done so one month back when she first had the idea or writing to Moe's bar.

She wanted to write many things, of the 'thank you', 'you were a great fuck' and 'are you okay?' variety. Most importantly of all, she wanted to write to him, so that he would write back, because as difficult it was to admit, she missed him. Rhett had been right, every time she closed her eyes she could hear the demanding growl of his voice, feel a memory of his fingertips on her thighs, her belly. Thinking of him made her heart beat faster. But the memory was fading, and that was making her sad.




Ain't Budging Ch. 03



When she first returned home from Arizona, her grandmother had been suspicious.

"A girl goes missing for two days, won't tell her ma what she's been doing, won't tell her grandma what she's been doing. What happened to you child? Meet the devil in the desert?" Theresa had just bitten her tongue, until the buzz of curiosity died down.

She fingered the torn piece of notepaper. If she wrote to him and he did not respond, she wondered how she would feel. Foolish perhaps; he had clearly seen her as the easy fuck he had taunted her for being. Maybe he wouldn't even receive it, perhaps he had been cast out of Moe's bar since the fight. She would still feel foolish.

But if she wrote to him and he did respond, the ramifications were potentially worse than feeling foolish. An interstate-relationship was unrealistic, especially one based on a glorified series on one night stands. And an interracial relationship, especially with a southern boy whose leather clad exterior was bound to give her grandma the heart murmurs was a no-no. So it wasn't going to happen.

Maybe we could keep it a sex thing, nothing wrong with that in these modern times. Interstate motels, quick flings, then our separate ways.

But then Theresa thought of her teaching career. Not only was she the first real career girl in her family, she had also been the first one to go to college, with her mother, grandmother and aunties helping her, financially and otherwise, like little lights on an airplane runway. She had a good reputation in her community which she wanted to keep, not just for herself, but for her family. No, she was going to do the responsible thing, the expected thing, and whatever that was, it involved not trying to get with Rhett.

So reluctantly, she put that idea to sleep, and wrote another letter to the Smithsonian, organizing a school trip for her students, and put it amongst the other letters she had written.

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"Hey Rhett, you got a letter. See, now everybody thinks you live here.", Moe the barman said, stroking his grizzled grey beard whilst holding out the sleek letter.

Rhett took the letter, and threw a few too many dollars on the bar as tip. He felt guilty towards Moe. Moe had taken a side, Rhett's side, and had seen his custom trickle out as the motorcycle club had been divided, with most of the guys sticking with Curly and a few being with Rhett. Moe had even put up with the antics of Curly's gang, such as when Billy accidentally set himself on fire trying to burn a cross at the front of Moe's bar, apparently on Curly's orders. As things stood, with Billy in hospital for his self-inflicted burns, the venom between the newly divided club became more potent. 

He tore open the letter with care as it looked like something official.

"Dear Sirs,

I would like to arrange a four day history trip to Washington DC for thirty three of my students and was wondering if it would be possible-"

Rhett grinned deviously. Theresa wasn't much for arranging school trips, but road trips however...

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Theresa walked the last of her junior high school 'homework club' students, Rhonda, back home.

"Thank you Mrs Hall.", said the short chubby student, standing on her stoop where her cousins were also sat.

"No problem Rhonda. Have a good weekend."

"Will do Ma'am."

It was five o'clock and a Friday. Theresa started to walk back to the home she shared with her mother, grandmother and younger siblings.

The neighborhood was jiving, and some of the young guys were already clustering, getting ready to hit the bars and discos.

"Ooh baby, baby, you are dy-no-mite!", said one guy excitedly as she passed, pulling up the sheep skin lined collar of his coat and tapping his sharp shoes.

Theresa smiled politely at the over-exuberant guy, "Hold your tongue now. Respect a lady."

"Mm girl, and let me show you just how much I respect you."

"Ssh, don't say that, that's my sister's new history teacher. ", said his friend who wore a leisure suit three sizes too big.

"Really? Sorry Miss!", the guy looked worried all of a sudden, like her jurisdiction to hand out detentions extended to the streets.

Theresa smiled, "That's okay, have a good evening gentlemen."

"Good evening Miss!"

Theresa smiled, she walked home, the sun still out and bright though the days were growing darker.

The streets actually grew a bit quiet, it was a fifteen minute walk home. She smiled to herself, satisfied with her life, though a little bored.

Really bored actually. Rhett was the last exciting thing she did.

And boy was he a fun thing to do. Theresa smiled, but grimaced again. He had been an out-of-town fling. That was it. She sometimes had reveries about what if they got together, and everything was sweet, but even as she conjured these thoughts she recognized them for what they were, delusions.

She heard a weird engine purr behind her, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She kept walking, but the purr followed her, like a creepy Cheshire cat.

Couldn't be. He doesn't know-

"Mrs Hall, I need you to explain something to me.", a southern drawl. Theresa stopped, her heart thumping.

"How did you-", Theresa said, turning round.

Rhett nudged up his Ray-Bans and slid them over his head and on top of his hair, "-You wrote to me, apparently against your own will, which is quite some achievement. But that isn't the issue here, explain to me how a bold, sassy girl was too chicken shit to contact me even when she figured out how?"

Theresa could not help but be affected by him, he was wearing little but a black T-shirt, his chorded muscled arms showing. His back was straight and defiant and his already handsome face had lost the beard, revealing a beautiful sensuous mouth.

She smiled and despite herself ran up to him, "It's so good to see you. I've missed you!"

He stopped his bike by the sidewalk, swung off it and opened his arms, receptive to her hug.

"Missed me that bad, then you should have written to me, naughty girl.", he patted her bottom.

Theresa looked around in mild panic and tried to draw out of the hug, "Don't Rhett, people might see."

Rhett looked at her in exasperation, "I kinda guessed that's what it's all about. You're afraid of what folks might think of you cavorting with a gringo?" 

Theresa swung her head slightly, like she was swinging between two decisions, "Hmm, I live with my family you know. Still not allowed boys in the bedroom so I hope you didn't come down here just to chase tail. "

Rhett raised an eyebrow and grinned roguishly, "I am here for work. Got my chopper shop two blocks away from here with Fritz. The tail chasing is just incidental."

"What? Don't tell me you're crazy? You're now living here, with Fritz? What if you had bought the shop and in turned out I didn't even live here?", Theresa looked at him incredulously, though her heart was secretly bursting in joy.

He shrugged with deliberate casualness, "Didn't really think that far ahead, just wanted the change of scene. Figured I might eventually bump into you sometime too." Rhett sounded hopeful, this worried Theresa. She looked around to see if anyone was watching her, a group of kids were pointing at her.

"Well that's really nice, but, I don't think anything will work between us Rhett.", Theresa was trying to be sensible, responsible, not a fantasist of Pollyanna proportions.

Rhett looked a bit disappointed, but resolute, "That's cool, because the last thing I am looking for is to get tied down."

"So why are you here?", Theresa assessed Rhett curiously.

"Was just passing through on my way to my new business. Thought, why not stop over, and have a little fun, with Theresa.", his eyes grazing up and down, over her curvy body. 

Theresa shuddered at the attention, "If I said no?"

Rhett took a step closer, "Would you say no?"

He captured her hand; he just needed to touch her.

Her stubbornness melted as she felt his thumb caress her palm, "Okay only for a little while, just for fun, and we can't tell anyone."

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15 years later

"Did you really have to tell the kids that, that we met in a coffee shop? What's wrong with how we really met? " The older white guy, with a tidy trimmed beard and a balding head of hair gazed keenly at his black wife, a little plumper than when he first met her, but just as beautiful, whilst flipping through the newspaper.

Theresa looked at Rhett, tilting her braided hair, "Hm let's see now, what is wrong with our love story? Attacked by trucker, check. Saved up by coarse biker, check. Have a fling with biker, definitely check that. Biker fights to protect me, uh huh, done that, so check. Biker moves to San Franscisco on a crazy whim, yup. Biker gets disowned by family members because they don't like his girlfriend being black, check. Marry said biker in Las Vegas. Definitely check. Not exactly a dinner time love story baby."

Rhett looked at Theresa who was cutting sandwiches for the kids to take to school the next morning, "I don't know. I think you just listed all the reasons why we should tell our kids how we met."

Theresa smiled, "I never meant to fall in love with you, you know that right? I don't know how you tied me down."

Rhett smiled, "Handcuffs and rope. Like you didn't know that would be my answer."



Ain't Budging



"This one's for putting my porn in a box, I ain't ashamed of it -" SWAT!

"This one's for wearing my T-shirt with no panties and your superfine ass hanging out -" SWAT!

"And this one is because I think you're enjoying this -" SWAT!

Theresa felt the tingling electric warmth of her now tender bottom rouse her most intimate areas. She tried to wiggle away and cried in exasperation: "Rhett you dog, let me go!"

"Why should I let you go Theresa, when you want this as much as I do?"

Theresa whimpered, "No I don't."

Rhett playfully countered, "Oh right, so if I touch you here..."

He then reached below her toned legs and spread them with his hand.

Theresa unconsciously complied by spreading her legs, before whimpering, "No..."

Rhett chuckled and began rubbing his fingers between the moist pink pussy petals that peeked appealingly out of Theresa's cocoa outer lips, "That's some kind of no... You're so wet; you like being spanked do you?"

Theresa whimpered quietly, "It's degrading." She gently rocked her pussy against Rhett's hand, coating his fingers with her honey.

"Well, sometimes a spring-cleaning senorita such as yourself needs to be taken down a peg or two." He spanked her ass once more, making her shudder.

Rhett idly circled his finger round her swollen pink clit and drawled, "I am going to make you cream so hard that you'll want to spread all that delicious cream up and down my hard white cock." Rhett growled, spreading her pussy lips roughly with his fingers, and then began to casually flick her pleasure nub with his thick fingers, allowing the friction to draw her in with tingles of pleasure. 

Theresa lewdly rotated her chestnut-tinted butt-cheeks as she moaned and writhed against Rhett's hands, "Oh yes...Rhett, you're touching me so good." She felt Rhett's spare hand squeeze her ass cheeks, which send a pleasurable throb to the moist peek of her swollen cunt as he continued to massage her clitoris. 

"Am I touching you better than Howard?" Rhett teased, tweaking her clitoris, and flicking it, making her jump.

"Much better than Howard...oh...oh....your fingers on my clit, it feels so good." Theresa cried out, spreading her legs further apart.

Rhett responded by replacing his finger with his thumb and slowly teased his finger into her sopping cunt.

Rhett grunted, "God Theresa, your pussy is going to be so tight around my cock. I don't think Howard was giving you the fucking a foxy black slut like you deserves." 

Rhett slapped her ass again, as he finger fucked her; she jumped a little, "Mmm, baby...you know those spankings I've been giving your ass? Well now your ass is all black cherry, good enough to bite...when I get the chance...yeah that's it, fuck my fingers with that pretty black pussy of yours..."

Rhett's thumb rubbed Theresa's clit aggressively, she writhed and moaned, in a hypnotic trance as he spanked and finger fucked her, making her clit and pussy the centre of her universe. She pumped up and down, wondering just how slutty she looked.  

Theresa felt so lewd, spread across the lap of a biker redneck whom she had known for only a few hours, but no man had ever made her feel this good. Though of course, there had been only Howard. Theresa thought of the fact that the deliciously handsome white man was busy manhandling her, and then her pussy clamped down on his fingers.

"Oh Rhett, oh...oh I'm going to..." Theresa gasped and moaned in encouragement, closing her eyes and arching her back in pleasure as the warm delicious lick of intoxicating joy shook her body to the core.

Rhett smacked her ass, sending another jolt of pleasure across her body, "Bad girl...you've cum all over my fingers...now lick it..."

Theresa would normally say something smart-mouthed, but she quietly accepted the hand before her and licked all of her own juices off. Something about obeying what he said made her feel weak for him, and weak at the knees. 

Rhett, throaty and turned on growled, "Now now girl, I want you to beg, beg to fuck your white master's cock."

Theresa stopped licking and frowned, "I will do no such thing; one screw doth not make me your slave."

Rhett returned his hand to her clit, "Not yet, but it will," He rubbed her clit, so that more of her juices oozed from her pussy lips.

Theresa arched her back, her body still electric from the previous climax: "Rhett....oh..."

Rhett said sternly, "Beg for my cock baby, tell me how badly you want it."

Theresa said stubbornly, "No. I ain't begging, and I ain't budging."

Rhett slapped her ass, hard. Theresa jolted and cried out, "Ow! I'm not fucking you Rhett."

Rhett responded tersely, "You sure?"

He then picked her up, suspending her in the air before sitting her on his lap, so that he could see the beautiful profile of her face. He then wrapped his arms around her and playfully nibbled her earlobe, his blue eyes seeking her response. He found it in Theresa's lust-drowsy brown eyes, her eyelids heavy, fluttering.

Rhett kissed her jaw, and then finally, he kissed her lips. 

Theresa moaned before getting up and fully straddled him so that their noses practically touched, "I must be touched in the head to like you. Still, I guess no one ever needs to know...after I leave tomorrow we'll be strangers right?"

Rhett kissed the tip of Theresa's nose with a tenderness that surprised her. "That's right. Let's face it, a white biker dude, a black disco chick, not like we're going to get married! You need a good fucking, and I quite want one." 

Theresa sighed and kissed Rhett's jaw, "You really know how to romance a girl."

Rhett's hands travelled underneath Theresa's T-shirt across her smooth back which arched from his touch, "Well, I'm good at picking up the courtship signals that girls give, like when that girl is sprawled all over my bed pantiless. "

Theresa laughed and planted a kiss on Rhett's lips, "It wasn't like that..."

Rhett began to unpeel Theresa's T-shirt, she willingly obliged by lifting up her arms. Rhett flung the T-shirt across the room and gazed at Theresa, angel-faced, and allowed his eyes to roam her milk-chocolately perky tits that were topped with dark chocolate nipples.

Rhett growled playfully, "Theresa, I want to screw you just like this, with you bouncing up and down my cock until I cum." Rhett placed his tanned hands on Theresa's dark nipples, cupping them, feeling their weight, admiring their feminine curve.

"Rhett, you're all talk, just a tease, "Theresa moaned, arching her breasts against him, before unexpectedly getting up wearing nothing but a teasing smile, and dragging him over to the bed by the lapel of his leather jacket. Rhett obliged, allowing his feet to glide as if on air. Theresa pushed him onto the bed and eagerly straddled him, before unbuckling his trousers and yanking down his jeans. 

Rhett, now lying on top of his rumpled duvet, kicked off his trousers and yanked off his jacket and T-shirt, so that he was there, covered in nothing but tattoos and his Y-fronts. Theresa inhaled. His body was lean and strong, with muscles and bulk that made her stomach flutter. Rhett caught her look of appreciation and grabbed her waist with his large tanned hands.

Theresa traced a tattoo of a snake wrapped around a dagger on his chest, and then craned down to kiss his, she then slid a hand underneath the material of his underwear, and felt the large, substantially large bulge, she heard him take a sharp breath: "Yes...harder."

Theresa felt the spirit of adventure grow within her. "Uh-uh," she said, and shook her finger cheekily at Rhett, signaling that she intended to call the shots. She edged downwards until her face was level with his cloth-restrained cock. He could feel her breath, warm, like feathers, arousing him further.

Theresa took pleasure in hearing his ragged breath, knowing the control she had over him, so she brushed her lips against his underwear, before using her teeth to gently edge them down. She looked up, his eyes were closed and his chest rose and fell as he struggled to control himself.

"Suck it." Rhett groaned, unable to control himself, desperate, even in the moment of sex, not to lose his cool in front of a near-stranger, his one attempt at controlling the situation revealing his helplessness. Theresa didn't answer, she merely continued with intentional slowness.

The warmth of the room dwindled across his sensitive cock-flesh; he kept his eyes closed as he felt the warm breath of Theresa grow closer to his prick. He opened his eyes, and watched the incredibly erotic sight of Theresa, tenderly cradling the base of his cock with one hand, and slowly swirling the tip of her pink tongue tentatively around the top of Rhett's raging hard-on before swallowing it, sucking him into a delicious vacuum of wetness, hotness and tugging movement as her tongue moved across the skin. Her beautiful ebony face contrasted with his cock. He closed his eyes and moaned in satisfaction.

Theresa, relishing the reaction that she was eliciting from Rhett, she sensed he was someone who was deeply uncomfortable with losing control, his bearings. She would slow down and loosen her hands grip on the rock hard base of his cock, and watch his hips rise in frustration, before picking up the pace. She lightly scratched her nails down his belly, and watched his reaction.

She stopped, and Rhett leant up, looking eager to take control of the situation, so Theresa pushed him back down again, except Rhett caught her wrist and drew her up to him, kissing her, his tongue for the first time penetrating her lips, brushing against her own tentative tongue, creating a fire between them that heightened the moment and made the air still. Theresa wrapped her hand round his broad tattooed back, and ran her nails lightly down it.

Rhett's blazed cobalt blue with desire and he growled, "I want you, I want to fuck you."

Theresa gasped as she felt Rhett roll her back down and then gently bite and stretch out her nipples with his teeth, she whimpered as they throbbed from being in that delicious place between aroused to hard nubs and sore. 

He squeezed her tits and then lay back, commanding playfully, "Ride my cock. "

Theresa purred cheekily, "Ooh but your cock is so big darling, I'll just think about that." Rhett watched her take hold of his cock head, flatten it against his belly, and then slowly, teasingly rubbed herself against the length, he felt her clitoris, the inner folds of her pussy, brush up and down against his dick flesh, making him thrust against her in frustration.

His skin lightly glistened, he couldn't take any more, so he rose and before she could react, he picked her up facing him and carried her to the wall. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, both of them gazing silently at each other, their eyes both dilate, yearning desperately for release.

He kissed her forcefully on the lips as her back met the wall and his hands grabbed her buttocks, he stopped kissing her lips and whispered, "Spread your legs a little more."

Theresa, in a fever of lust, obeyed, wrapping her dark legs around Rhett's light body, feeling his large, very aroused cock enter her. She was small in comparison to his masculine bulk, so she squirmed deliciously as she felt him grab her ass and thrust his way into her very tight, dripping pussy. He kissed the little sensitive spot between neck and jaw, making her moan sensitively. She moaned as he ploughed his cock into her, his balls slapping against her flesh. Theresa tits rubbed against Rhett's chest; the rubbing giving her luscious discomfort. She moved against him, meeting his thrusts as his cock expanded into her thoroughly, stretching her out in a way she had never experienced. 

They were both gasping, and Theresa lost in the moment, starting whimper, "Is that the hardest you can fuck me with that fat white cock of yours?"

Rhett grunted, "Is that a challenge you sexy little slut?"

Theresa responded huskily, "Pretty much."

Rhett took up the invitation thrust harder into her, and gently bit her neck. Theresa cried out louder and louder as she felt the imminent orgasm, clamp down hard around Rhett's cock, and she whimpered as her pussy muscles milked him. 

Rhett moaned, "I'm cumming" and picked up pace, until Theresa felt him squirt into her, jetting his cum to her core whilst her legs were wrapped tight around his waist, her arms around the neck. They both looked at each other, communicating in heavy breaths as their muscles relaxed.

Theresa unwrapped her legs tentatively, her skin glowing and her eyes still alive from the excitement that had occurred.

Theresa then patted Rhett's arm, "Thanks buddy, I needed that." 

No kiss, no goo-goo eyes, no nothing. Rhett watched in surprise as Theresa sauntered sleepily across the room, picked up the T-shirt and then collapsed on the bed, before sliding between the sheets.

She then yawned and stretched her arms out, "Goodnight."

Rhett scratched his forehead baffled, "Thanks buddy? That all you can say? I didn't just pass you a football, or change your oil-"

Theresa interjected, "Oh baby, you definitely changed my oil, but let's get sleeping, do you mind if I take this side of the bed? I like sleeping on my right."

Rhett felt hurt, he didn't know why. He'd offered Theresa some good loving, and had received indifference in return. He'd fucked a hell of a lot of girls, and always found it difficult to shake them off. He kind of liked having to fend them off, he preferred it to well...being treated the way that he treated girls. She had creamed at least twice for God's sake.

Rhett walked dejectedly towards his chair where he had dumped his clean clothes, rifled through and found some boxer shorts. He didn't like the feeling of weakness, powerless, because it revealed the stark truth, that at the end of the ride, life always, eventually clocked back round to the mundane. 

He watched her curl up, ignoring him. He turned the light off then climbed into his area of bed, flipped over and slept.