0 comments/ 69398 views/ 3 favorites Mirror Marlene By: Ulyssa From the Notebook of Ulyssa Kincaid Who would have thought that one of life's little ironic pleasures would hinge on a memorably ugly bowling bag? It happened on my last birthday, I'd just turned forty-one. My family had made a big deal about my fortieth birthday the prior year. I'd been surprised at the house Jeremy built with a huge party, gag gifts, male stripper, the whole works. But now that I'd reached the ripe old age of forty-one, my birthday was obviously just another workday. My husband toiled a thousand miles away at a two week long business seminar; both of our daughters were away at two different colleges; even the cat had disappeared for two or three days. So I began celebrating my birthday on my own by watching the sunrise at the bottom of a tequila glass. Then I watched another sunrise and another. As I walked through this labyrinthian house that my husband, Jeremy, had built, I knew that basically it was just the world's most beautiful cattle barn designed to keep me and the rest of his possessions penned inside. My best friend, Gina, had always told me that what I needed was to have an affair with a real man who'd not only take my body out of Jeremy's stockade, but steal my heart as well. Of course, Jeremy informed me that Gina was white trash, and he didn't want me to associate with her. I continued to pace the walls inside my expensive cage. Soon I passed the large wall length mirror. Naturally, I waved to Mirror Marlene. "Happy birthday, Marlene," I called out. Mirror Marlene lifted her half empty cocktail glass toward me, and we saluted our birthday by draining the last drops of our fourth tequila sunrise together. "I believe we're out of tequila, Marlene," The lady in the mirror told me. "Have you got some more stashed over there in mirror-land?" I asked. Marlene laughed at me, since we both knew that I needed to go out to buy another bottle. "Have you seen my jacket?" Of course she had. It was still on a hanger in the closet that Jeremy designed. In the fleeting moments before nine: forty-five AM, I was out of the house and off to the liquor store. That was where the trouble started. First when I parked my car, I nearly hit a street lamp post where a tall thin young black man in a hooded gray sweatshirt stood next to an ugly purple and green bowling bag. He quickly turned his face away from me, but not before I noticed some disfiguring scars around his mouth. But the tequila was the big thing on my mind. "Lady, it looks like you've already started celebrating," the cashier said. "You know I can't sell booze to you when you've been drinking." "But it's my birthday!" I said quietly getting a signal from Mirror Marlene who was loitering on the surface of a glass counter to try a few tears to induce the clerk. By then a few more people had begun to form a line behind me. None of us noticed the dark figure who came up softly behind us, and neither Mirror Marlene nor I reacted until it was too late. "All right, people, everyone lay down on the floor," a hoarse falsetto voice sneered. "Empty your wallets and the cash register and nobody will get hurt." The liquor store I frequented was being robbed by a young black man with a black ski mask, his desert storm style field jacket covered most of what appeared to be a generic gray hooded sweatshirt, he carried a .9 mm automatic, and lugged a brown grocery bag into the store. Quickly, thoroughly, the young man took the money from the two cash registers, my money, and close to a thousand dollars from three businessmen in the store. Strangely enough, though the young black man had taken all of our money, he left us our credit cards. As I noted the strange scars on his lip which could be perceived at the mouth hole of his ski mask, I was sure I saw just a glimpse of an ugly purple and green bowling bag hidden just outside the front door. My curiosity peaked, I watched which way the young man went, and something in Mirror Marlene's smirk told me that if we felt like playing detective, we might be able to track him down. However, the manager of the liquor store convinced me to stay and talk to the police when they arrived. He offered to fill my tequila order at no charge if I promised to hide the bottle in my handbag and tell the police what I knew. The owner surreptitiously gave all four of us good citizens our various orders on the house. Of course, my description of the suspect was immediately dismissed as inaccurate. After all, I was female, and like Mirror Marlene, I had bottle blonde hair. It didn't help that I was partly under the influence, but the worst part of it was that I was over forty years of age. The clerk and the three male customers identified the man as a shotgun toting African American/Hispanic, or a Samoan/Hawaiian carrying a .350 magnum pea shooter. He was occasionally over six foot-five, just barely five foot-eight, but mostly average in height. He was thin and just 25 years of age, but looked over 30 and weighed nearly two hundred and eighty pounds. The same man apparently wore Nike shoes over his Cochran jump boots and black denim jeans which were a faded blue and/or khaki in color. Stuffing the stolen cash into a combination bank sack and briefcase, he then skateboarded alone off to his getaway minivan where half a dozen companions waited. Anyway you get the point. Eventually one of the officers told me he'd have his partner drive me home in my own car. I smiled graciously and thanked him, and I suppose that should have been that. But on the way back just minutes from my place, I noticed the tall thin young black man in a gray sweatshirt carrying an ugly purple and green bowling bag into Northside Bowling Lanes. I started to say something to the officer, but he was in contact by hand held two-way radio with his partner in the squad car and didn't want to be bothered. Afterwards, I thanked the police for getting me home safely, and promised not to drive any more today. Naturally as soon as they drove out of sight, I jumped in my car and headed straight for the bowling alley. Early afternoon traffic slowed to a crawl as I made a turn onto the main road. Barely focusing on the snarl of traffic ahead, my eyes darted around the boulevard watching whatever there was to see on the road besides stalled traffic. I caught sight of something disconcerting: a young mousy blond teenager treading a bit too deliberately with a huge bag of groceries and a package of Huggies diapers balanced in one arm and a small toddler balanced on her hip. Poured into the confines of preshrunk denim shorts and bursting braless through a fading orange tank top, the girl was fatigued and quite overwhelmed by her struggling child. Quite obviously a handful, it was the toddler which attracted my attention. He was soft toned brown in color with a full mop of brown black curly hair. The child was much too dark complected for his mother, and yet, the baby's feature reflected the mother's startlingly. For some reason the image of those two stuck in my head even after I turned the corner and drove out of sight. I drove on until I had pulled into the parking lot of the bowling alley. Before I left the car, I asked Mirror Marlene why we were doing this again. But she just smiled at me, shrugged, and winked. We must've had some sort of plan worked out, so I followed her lead. I was in luck. The bowling bag and its scar-faced owner were still there waiting quietly by the snack bar. But now what do I do? Try to apprehend him and turn him in? Yeah, that sounded just as stupid to me then, as it does now that I repeat it. So I merely walked up to the counter, took a seat, and ordered some coffee. The man behind the counter was joking with my suspect about some woman fingering him on a paternity suit. "Of course, that's something you probably won't have to worry about, player." "I'm the faithful kind, Richard. A one woman man." "Shit, you ain't even found that one woman yet, Rucker." The scarring along the right side of his mouth was more severe than I'd realized. It looked as if he bore some ugly scars from some sort of surgery to his cheek and upper lip. Still, there was something admirable about the way he maintained his dignity. So when he noticed me staring at him, I blurted out the first thing to come to mind: "So, what are you going to do with the money?" Shocked, the young man looked at me, and then he let his face go as placid as it would allow. "Do I know you, lady?" "I'm pretty sure you remember where we met," I answered. "The thing is if I figured out that it was you, how long do you think it will take the police?" I figured that would be sufficient enough bluff to influence him. He stood up and strolled two bar stools closer to me. "What is this lady?" he murmured. "Some kind of shakedown?" "No, actually it's some kind of birthday," I replied. "Grab your bowling bag and let's go for a drive." "Wait a minute lady!" "Wait too long and all you'll get is a free ride in the back of a police car." I hopped down from the counter stool. "C'mon. You've got nothing to loose." I offered him my keys. "You can even drive if you want." Shrugging, the young scar-faced man declined my keys, picked up his bag and gestured towards the door. "Are we headed out of the city?" he asked. I told him no. I knew that his instincts for staying close were correct, and we'd be much better off hiding in plain sight. "Would you mind telling me what this is all about?" "Impetuous birthday surprises," I replied, as I went over to a pay phone just outside the bowling alley. There was a national chain motor lodge a mere block and a half from the police station. I checked us in there using my credit card and the hotel's national 800 booking number to secure the room for a double occupancy. "I told you it was my birthday, didn't I?" "You mentioned it." "You know what I'd like the most for my birthday?" My young black thief sighed. "No, what?" "I'd like to get laid." Just like that I said it. Thoughts of anybody other than my husband had occurred to me, of course. I had a little cadre of TV soap stars or an occasional sports hero that I might have fantasized about. Once I'd passed thirty the thoughts of an actual affair became more frequent, but the expenditure of time and money and effort had always seemed to be too much of a bother. Still my new acquaintance, who told me his street name was Rucker, was hardly the person I'd have chosen to cheat on my husband with. Under those disfiguring scars, I could sense that he was barely my youngest daughter's age. Besides he was tall, slim, mustached, and decidedly African American where I was definitely none of those. But my answer didn't change at all: "Yeah," I finally replied. "I'm serious." We used some of his stolen cash to pay for our first night's room charges. Admittedly I was thrilled to be the center of attention again, but to have an affair with the thief who'd robbed me? Whoa, girl! Slow it down. I went to the bathroom to talk it over with Mirror Marlene. Though Mirror Marlene was acting intolerably smug in the motel bathroom, I was rather glad that she'd accompanied me. Quickly undressing in anticipation of our birthday celebration, I noticed that Mirror Marlene was still a good looking broad for hitting her early forties. Her shoulders were still supple--always the best part of a good figure--she had well shaped legs and thighs, and her full breasts draped evenly, still hanging firmly in spite of the fact that there wasn't as much flatness in her abdomen as there once had been. Both Marlene of the mirror and I agreed that we should do quite well in the upcoming event. The floor of our motel room was strewn with clothing tossed about in haphazard piles. Waiting between the wall and the side of the bed, my new companion stood totally naked. But while I should have been admiring over ten inches of erect masculine arrogance, my eyes focused on the the short barrel of the nine millimeter handgun which he pointed straight at me. "Don't move, lady." I stopped. "What's this all about?" "Walk over to the curtains," he muttered. "Slowly." I followed his orders. "Go to the center, and peak out through the curtains." Once again I obeyed. "Is there anybody out there?" There were a couple of business men unloading the trunk of a rental car down in the parking space a little below us. I told him that. "Stand perfectly still," he said, suddenly jerking on the valance cord, his actions pulled the room curtains wide open leaving me exposed naked to the outside. "Rest your hands on the window sill. Tell me if anyone sees you." Gulping audibly, I watched to see if the two white men in the parking lot had noticed me yet. "Now we can talk," my companion said. "Wha...what exactly did you want to talk about?" "I want you to tell me what's going on here?" "I would've thought that standing naked on one side of the bed with you standing naked on the other would provide a good clue," I replied. "Look lady...," He stared straight at me, keeping the muzzle of his handgun pointed right toward my heart. "Marlene." "Marlene, I want to know what this little game of yours is really about?" I shrugged my bare shoulders. "It's really about getting laid." "Seriously?" "Yep." "In that case, give the boys in the parking lot a big smile, and then knock on the window." I rapped lightly on the glass. "Louder, Marlene." When I rapped this time, the two men looked up to my second floor window to see me leaning in the motel window totally nude. "Wave to them," my young, equally naked black companion said as he grasped one side of the curtains with his free hand and pulled it slowly toward the center. Then crossing over to the other side, so that he too could be seen from the parking lot, Rucker pulled the other side of the curtains shut as well. He gestured awkwardly with his pistol. "Now, climb into the bed." Pulling back the blanket and sheets, I slipped my bare legs in and slithered down into the confines of the sheets until my head and shoulders rested comfortably on the pillow. He came down very close to my face and let the cold gun barrel wander down my neck and sternum. Then slowly, almost gingerly, he placed the weapon right on the crevice between both my breasts. "Isn't that dangerous?" I asked. "We'll see, won't we," he answered. "For now I suggest you lay very still." As I nuzzled slowly up against his slim, dark body, I could sense a powerful tension surfacing between us. Our explorations began as I brought my lips up to his. We were both jumpy, although his unexpected gentleness, his near timidity caught me off guard. In allowing Rucker to put his strong enticing arms around me, I detected a frightening new potential from this young black man, and suddenly I was extremely excited. I spoke no words to the young man. As it turned out, we didn't need to say much of anything. Rucker caught me by surprise as his hands explored the ticklishly excited nerves of my skin. His fingers walked softly over my naked body examining me slowly as he watched my flesh blush under his touch. Suddenly, as he fingered the inviting mound between my legs, I felt a gushing wetness churn deep within me. I moaned something about Jesus, and I shivered. "Tell me something, Marlene," he muttered. "Have you ever had anyone like me before?" "Uh-uhh." I shook my head. "How about you? You ever fucked some old white lady before?" Rucker laughed. "I don't think you're old." "You didn't answer my question." Rucker's fingers slipped deep inside my loins to explore the wetness that I'd been seeping. "You might not be my first. But then again...," he let his voice trail off even as his fingers continued to probe. "I am rather curious about you. By the way, since you're the one who started this, you shouldn't be too surprised when I tell you we don't have a condom handy. It's bareback or nothing." I gushed wet once again. I know Rucker must have noticed that I'd drenched his fingers. In a surprisingly forceful move, Rucker clambered over me with his whole body. At first the novelty of being trapped under his full weight left me fighting the mood, but soon after Rucker pinned me under his straddling torso and legs, I stopped my subconscious struggle and allowed my thighs and body to open up under his ministrations. Despite some initial resistance to his intrusion, I found myself moist and ready to accept the blunt thickening length he proffered. Soon, with his dark, thickly-matted pubes nestling close to my own lighter colored pubic hair, we were established in an age old position of ritual anticipation. "I want you," he whispered. "I want all your naked white flesh to submit to my need and my pleasure. Can you do that Marlene?" When I murmured that I could, Rucker eagerly pushed his black erection forward and inside as I instinctively guided him deeply into my loins. "I'll want you to write down exactly what happened today to you--to me--what happened between us both." "Sure," I answered. "But why?" "Someday you're going to have to tell them all what you've done: your husband, your children, your parents, family, friends and neighbors. They'll all have to be told that you're a traitor to the white race." "What?" "You have to realize you'll be a traitor to all of them," Rucker growled. "Why do you say I'm a traitor?" "You should have seen yourself standing at that window like a beacon of pink flesh in front of those two men," he answered. "What do you think they said when they saw me? What will the people in your world say when you tell them that you let some nigger trespass inside Ôwhites only' territory?" Drunk, naked, and laying on my back underneath a twenty-something year old black thief, I shrugged. Was he right? Was I really a traitor to my own race? "You should have seen yourself. You stood there shivering, but anyone could see you weren't cold. You glistened with sweat, but not from the heat of the day. From that moment I saw your body poised naked in the sunlight, I recognized that you were destined to be mine." I realized suddenly that I'd made a drastic change in the complexion of my love life. "Tell me something. How many babies have you had, Marlene?" "I've got two girls--college age girls." "I see," he said while keeping his motion perfectly smooth within me. "Still, I'll bet these big nipples of yours could nurse a lot more babies." "Not if that gun goes off and blows a hole through one of them." Rucker laughed. "It isn't the gun you have to fear. It's this other loaded barrel that I'm liable to shoot off inside you that you should worry about." "Is that so?" "Um-hmm--Danger! Live ammunition." "Should I be frightened?" "Aren't you?" "Let me think about it." My body was becoming more and more enraptured surrounded by the sinewy grip of his mahogany arms, the smooth, muscular feel of his chest contrasted by the tiny prickles of his chest hair, and the surprisingly gentle probing as he bathed his fleshy thickness in my warmth, repeatedly driving for the perfect slide of his penis within the happily wet clasp of my body. "Frighten me some more." He ran his fingers along the scar. "Aren't you curious about how this happened?" As his movements inside me became more intense, I murmured a soft affirmative grunt, and he answered: "I was attacked by a Doberman pincer when I was little." "Oh, Rucker, I'm so sorry. Was it painful?" "Yes, it was at the time," he said. "But the real pain came later--after puberty. While the rest of the world began to romantically interact, I had my scars to remind me and everyone else that I'd always be the ugly outsider." Mirror Marlene: The... Mirror Marlene: The Crackpot Scheme "Oh, my God!" Rucker said admiringly. "Marlene Collier, you look beautiful." I stood at the doorway of the guest room in the large house that Jeremy Collier built wearing one of my husband's starched long sleeved dress shirts, and looked at the naked black man on the bed. He was certainly not my husband. For the few seconds prior to finally deciding to remove my shirt wrap, I stared down at the scarred young African American man who lay on the bed in that dainty room designed to house mothers and maiden aunts. My black lover looked totally out of place in that room, and I reveled in the whole idea! At first I'd thought that since he'd been staring at the wall, Rucker hadn't noticed me standing there at the doorway. But I soon realized that he was looking up at my reflection via the large mirror mounted on the antique dresser. Rucker was devouring Mirror Marlene's image with his eyes. Totally, beautifully naked under her own dress shirt, Mirror Marlene stood teasing him in the mirror doorway framed by the light from the hallway playing with her mirror buttons. Petite in his eyes, she was hardly an inch or so over the five foot mark, but Mirror Marlene had a genuine crass sensuality--an intriguing combination of sleek shoulders and large breasts adorning a real woman's torso and abdomen. Nude, illuminated only by the dim light down the hall, Mirror Marlene continued to tantalize Rucker from her spot by the mirror doorjamb. Rucker stared at the way her smooth body curved and shimmered in the shifting light for a while. Atop her head, Mirror Marlene's blonde hair was carefully colored and highlighted by a high priced beautician. Underneath her belly there was more of a natural darkness to the curling hair between her thighs. Since Rucker knew subconsciously that he could never have Mirror Marlene, he turned his eyes back toward me. "Marlene, aren't you coming to bed?" So that was his real scheme. No matter how hard he tried, Rucker would never be able to get Mirror Marlene to climb into bed with him, in the end he'd have to settle for taking me instead. Not that I minded in the least. Making love to Rucker was probably the highlight of my previously lackluster sex life. "Yes, love." Slowly I stepped into the guest room and slowly removed my husband's white dress shirt, but still I refrained from walking those last few feet toward the bed. "In a minute." "Is something the matter, Marlene? You seem pretty far away." "I'm fine." I remained standing a few feet away. "Just thinking of some of the things that have happened to me recently." A week or so earlier I happened to find the opportunity to scan Rucker's personal journal: "I have a little psychological quirk which I call my Ma Petite Syndrome," Rucker wrote. "I contract it whenever I get a good look at those exquisite feminine creatures who inhabit the world of everyday business. You've seen ma petite. You can find her downtown outside those tall office buildings or maybe at the mall on the weekend. She's generally blond, blue-eyed, stands about five foot one inch tall and weighs maybe one-hundred and three pounds soaking wet. Of course, Ma petite is never less than perfectly coiffed, impeccably dressed, and immaculately made-up; so, finding someone like her soaking wet seems totally out of the question. But I love to look for her--for all of them. I long dreamed of holding her diminutive perfection close to me and freely indulging in every man's sexual fantasy. "In todays world, ma petite is usually in her thirties or better, women of my own age often tend to be well nourished, athletic, and statuesque, and, while Amazons like that may be perfect for the jocks of my generation, my own preferences run toward the dainty fantasy of the woman who needs four inch high heels to reach five foot three. "Like I said before," Rucker added. "Ma petite is my hangup. What I hadn't expected to find is that ma petite now lives close to me in the form of a stunningly sexy forty-one year old woman." I smiled and sighed. Half the age of my husband, Rucker was twice the romantic. Flashback--That first morning at the hotel: "Did you want me to call down and order up breakfast?" I murmured at first light of morning. "I don't know. How are you feeling?" Rucker had asked me when we awoke at the motel at about five oclock the morning after that first night together. "Sore and tired," I said at first. "Frightened. Happy. Probably a thousand other emotions which are running at breakneck speed through my mind." "Does that mean you want me to make love to you again?" I stayed quiet for a long time. Yesterday and last night were a long way away. I'd even sobered up from my birthday bash. Did I really intend to go through all that again? "Marlene?" "Hmm?" "Can we fuck again, ma petite?" "It sounds so quaint to hear you use that term on me," I replied. "It fits you. C'mon, answer my question, ma petite, wouldn't you like me to fuck you again?" "Yes," I replied. "I think I'd like that." Christ, what did I just say? "Good! You are the most wonderful thing ever to happen to me in my life." Could you believe that? What a story teller he was. The intense stare from Rucker's dark eyes made me shiver and I felt my nipples harden. As my nipples became more and more aroused, I remembered that I'd covered myself with the bedsheet. Rucker noticed and his trance-like stare seemed as if it might burn a hole through the sheet. His easy smile and knowing look caused my heated emotions to ooze straight down to my loins and that made a large damp spot on the white bedsheet. What the hell--the hotel had maid service! I bent my lips down low over his face to find his lips. I took his face into my hands right at his jawline and brought my lips right down to his disfiguring scars. Suddenly, we were all warm and wet and eagerly exploring each other's mouths. Our kiss was an accurate expression of what had happened between the two of us the night before. I think Rucker was taken by surprise by such a arousing kiss! I could tell he was stimulated by his now bulging crotch. What a startling reminder of the gentle ardor of our closeness and the mesmerizing dalliances of the times we'd shared yesterday. I suddenly realized that we were wasting time. "Forget breakfast," I declared. "Lets fuck." "I like your style, Marlene." I disappeared under the covers, feeling my way down his stomach and hips with adept warm fingers. "Hey," he chuckled. "Theres no need to hurry." I'd put my own concerns aside as I began to take on the novel role as Rucker's lover. My :fingers slowly slid down his flat belly until they lit upon his partially erected cock. For a few moments I toyed with my long new plaything until Rucker moaned. Then, throwing the covers off, I slowly rimmed the knobby glans of his penis with my warm tongue until I sensed that the time was right to take the end of his manhood between insistant lips. Alternately licking and dipping my mouth down around his glistening black-skinned cock, I continued to ply at Ruckers masculine organ with my lips, tongue and teeth. In a short time Rucker became incredibly strong and hard. Next, I squirmed out from under the covers. Reversing the traditional male dominant position, I slowly extended my new African American partner the most enveloping hospitality that a woman can offer. I began to guide Rucker's erection on a very private tour of my body. "Ma petite," Rucker whispered as he drew me down top of him on the bed. "Will you stay with me?" "Mmm," I moaned. "For as long as it takes." Sheathing the length and breadth of his dark cock within my warm yearning cunt, our mutual longing swelled and stretched my own private tissues to their fullest. When I was certain that I had him lodged safely within, I coaxed him to move within me--very slowly. Totally involved in the lesson now, I urged Rucker to match his rhythm to my own. Soon we increased our lusty energy as deeply as the force of his thrusting. "No. I mean stay with me," he said. "For real." I murmured that I needed to have him one more time today, but I couldnt speak for the future--for our future. Then, although we were silent for many minutes, our bodies negotiated in a profound communication. We tried not to hurry. But even with as quiet and gentle a lover as Rucker became, everything went much too fast. Rucker swung up and reversed our position, spilling me down onto the mattress. As he kissed me, my legs spread wide apart, my hips swung upward to allow free access to his straddling body, and my loins opened up to his fierce erection. Once again his long blunt strength pushed in deep inside of me. Once again he became a part of me. Rucker lingered marvelously within me, pulsing in and out faster and faster while his erected hardness stiffened even more as my warm wet sheathing cunt caressed and engulfed him in fleshbound excitement. He kept up his prodding motion until neither of us could hold back our need for release from his probing demands. Yearning for release, I quaked and shuddered a loud moan in Rucker's ear. As I came, I felt my body's wet juices surge forth like a warm spring. Rucker gasped over me, and suddenly he climaxed. Hot liquid sprayed out from his extended spigot, spurting and splashing heated lotion deep inside of me in the pure luxury of shared intimacy--shared wetness--shared loving. The long and lusty pooling of our juices together drenched the motel sheets and comforter. Rucker slowly withdrew his still semi-rigid black penis from my pussy, and gobs of his milky white semen spilled onto my thighs, and slid down the crack of my ass onto the bed. I felt like a pedigreed bitch who'd just been bred by the young new champion in order to propagate a prized litter. As if to accentuate my trepidation, Rucker said: "I am so thrilled to be there so deep inside you, Marlene. I've dreamed that together weve conceived a new life." "Oh Rucker." I didn't have the energy to contend with his fantasy; so, I threw my head back and laughed. Later: What you've got to understand is that our second day together somehow turned out to be entirely my own doing...or was it undoing? I'm the one who invited Rucker back to Jeremys house to tell him about my crackpot scheme. That was easy, I made him lie down in the back seat in order to drive up my driveway and hit the garage door opener. A veritable sinch! I'm also the one who somehow managed to undo every single button on my blouse in the time it took to ascertain that no one else was home. I then encouraged my strong, young African American man to carefully remove my clothing while I hurriedly continued to take off his. God, he smelled delicious this afternoon. He smelled like...passion, only different--sweeter maybe. During that time we managed to complete two or three deep soul kisses. Soul kisses? Oh, yeah all that and more. When you take off your clothes in front of a man, theres a damn good chance that youll end up on your back under that man. Yeah well, okay, so that's rather obvious. But I realized that for some reason known only to my libido, I was pursuing Rucker intimately again. My new crackpot idea would have to wait for a half an hour or so until we were finished fucking. Rucker pulled away and pushed me back onto my bed in our bedroom. He put his large hands on my thighs and spread them wide so that he could get a good view of my pale vagina. Then, straddling me carefully, he positioned his big black cock to enter me. "Oh Rucker, I want another piece of you," I moaned. I pulled him against me, wrapped my legs around his back and my arms around his neck, and held on to him for dear life. "Fuck me. Make me beg for more." With that passionate plea ringing in his ears, he started to slowly inch his way into my eager, wet receptive flesh. Inch by tantalizing inch he fed it into me. He was going so slow that I wanted to beat against his back and ass with my heels. Now I was whimpering, "More, more. I need you inside me right now." Then without warning, he swiftly and powerfully, pummeled his long horse dick all the way up my vagina, bottoming out at my cervix. "Yes!" I screamed out in mind shattering culmination, as he held himself still in my clasping labia. When I calmed down, he began pumping again while I clutched his back and tugged at his ass with my heels. I enjoined Rucker's assault on my loins by humping back against him, wanting to draw him as deep as he would go. What a young bull my black stud had become. He had me whimpering, kissing and licking all over his face and mouth wanting to devour him with my lips and tongue. I moaned with the pleasures of the imposing experience of his huge black dick stretching me so fully. Rucker picked up his pace, fucking me harder and faster as I loosened up under him. I just wanted to come time and again: I dreamed of ear splitting orgasms, of wailing and moaning, and riding a sexual high I had never before experienced. In less than ten minutes I'd had two separate orgasms from this wonderful black lover about half my age. All the while, Rucker was gripping me tight and thrusting deep into me, I knew some of my dreams had come true. As I looked at him through the glaze of my love-filled eyes, I saw his scarred black face looking anxiously back at me to see whether he was pleasing me. "You know, we didn't use any protection again," he whispered. "Since when do you care?" I replied breathlessly. "All you ever talk about is babies." "I wanted to make sure you knew what we were doing." I laughed again. "Stop holding back." Then, as I felt the tension building up inside him, I wished there was some sort of cue in a woman's body which could tell her just where her body was at any given moment. All I knew was that Rucker was more than ready to climax, while I might have been utterly susceptable to his inner requirements. I wasn't going to back out though. Rucker was just plain too much of a treat. Kissing his neck passionately, I whispered into his ears. "Rucker, its okay, love. Let go." He thrust quickly three or four more times, and then he held himself deep within me as his penis exploded, his huge balls gushed out long strands of semenal pearls linked in potent enchantment by the very nature of his climax. I moaned out my own satisfaction as my body climaxed in synchronism to the orgasm of my black lover. When I felt his heated spurts splash and flow deep into my womb, I realized, not only did I not bother to use any protection, but I no longer cared. "Your bodys age doesn't matter to me, Marlene," I remembered Rucker telling me after that first time. "What I've found is a healthy woman with a real zest for fucking, and to me that means making babies." Flashback--The crackpot scheme: Jeremy and I have a futures account with a big brokerage firm. For the most part Jeremy lets me run it, because I have the time and the interest to do so. I decided to pull forty-five thousand dollars out of the accounts discretionary fund to use as collateral for our new business. R & M Security, we decided to call it. We had a limited partnership, which we registered with the county, state and feds. Then we purchased a 1998 4 by 4 sport utility that we had painted with R & M logos, and mounted flashing lights over the top. Finally we offered neighborhood security services from a cellular phone hook-up located inside the vehicle. Thus our partnership began with one of the partners staying silent and the other partner managing the companys only employee. R & M Security started out with only one client--Jeremy Collier. I thought that was a stroke of brilliance. I'd committed Jeremy to a six month service contract with R & M for full home security protection. We purchased day and night-on-call service for a couple of hundred dollars a month. I remember Jeremy told me a couple of weeks later on his first meeting with Rucker: "He's got to be one of the ugliest men I've ever seen." I flushed with anger. "It's only the scars on his face," I answered. "He'd look okay if they weren't so disfiguring." "Do you really think so?" I nodded. "Well, he'll sure as hell throw a scare into any prowlers that we might have hanging around the house," Jeremy said. "I'm glad to see that you're thinking about your safety what with the girls both away at school and me out on the road so much. I think this is a good idea." "Yeah," I agreed wholeheartedly. "You know, Jeremy, I feel better just knowing he's around." "Okay, then. If thats the way you feel, go with it." How could I ever thank him enough for the go ahead? Flashback--Return to the scene of the crime...of sorts. Rucker pulled the R & M Security SUV into the parking lot at the Northside Bowling lanes. I climbed out of the passenger side and told him that I needed to use the powder room. "Hey, player!" the bartender at the bowling alley called out to Rucker. "Hi, Jacko. How ya doing?" I'd started straight for the women's room to freshen up, but at the last second, I decided to stand out of sight around the corner at the entrance hallway to eavesdrop on the two of them for a moment or two. "Man, the last time I saw you was something like eight or ten days ago, zipping out of here behind that middle-aged white woman with the big teats and the nice booty. Wha'sup with that?" "That turned out to be the best day of my life, Jack. I ended up with a job with this brand new security company and the best piece of ass I ever had." I suddenly felt very warm inside and very moist down below. Oh, how I loved that young man in that moment. "Wait a minute, Rucker," the bartender said. "Now you fed me all that bullshit about being a one woman man, and then you go out and bone that bleached blond cunt?" "Cut me some slack, Jack," Rucker replied. "If anything, I believe in all that bullshit more than ever. The chemistry is right between me and her, man." "Fuck chemistry, dog. You're just letting your balls lead your dick around. Give it time, you'll snap out of it." "I don't want to snap out of it," Rucker answered. "I'm enjoying it way too much." For some reason I found myself grinning for the next couple of hours. After I left the restroom, I went out to meet Rucker's friend, Jacko the bartender. Then we went to my favorite recently robbed liquor store to purchase a few items of refreshment, and finally, we checked into the same motel where we'd spent the night that first time we met. This time we checked in with Rucker's recently acquired debit card. Once inside the hotel room, I took my tequila sunrise into the bathroom and began to undress. We both had undressed and began showering together. What a treat it was to soak and caress each other in the shower. His fingers slid into every crevice and every hole, while I used a mountain of soap on Rucker's private parts. I even made a joke: "You know, your private parts are so powerful, I should start calling them Ôcommissioned officer parts.'" Although earlier he had smelled pungent from his working man's sweat, now that he had showered, Rucker smelled clean through and through. Genial, emotionally warm, casual, and collected, Rucker was, as always, my gentle, if calculated lover. So any thoughts anyone might have had that Rucker might be seizing an unfair advantage of my slight intoxication weren't taken seriously. I thought of myself as neither conquest nor victim. I was distinctly the woman in the life of that young man, and I was immensely pleased. As for Rucker, his was a man's kiss, a man's tenderness of touch mixed with male aggression, and finally a man's body to be clasped tightly, firmly to my own. Reaching out, I put both of my hands on Rucker's outstanding masculine organ and admiringly caressed him. Mirror Marlene: The... "Well, Rucker, some good things come in very large packages. Let me get another piece of you," I moaned into his ear. Soon I was in a position to wrap my legs around his back, my arms around his neck, and to hold on to him for dear life. "Fuck me. Make me beg for more." With that passionate plea ringing in his ears, he started to slowly inch his way into my eager, wet receptive pussy. And yes, we didn't bother to use contraception once again. "You're sure about this?" he asked after he'd plunged all the way into my vagina. "Would it make any difference if I said, Ôno?'" "I wanted to make sure my nice middle class lady knew what she was doing." "You know better than that," I answered. "Since when do I know what I'm doing?" As soon as my young black man began breathing hard over me, I gave him the emotional go ahead to complete his climax. I wrapped my arms and legs around his body and pulled him as close as I possibly could. "You've got me now, and there's nothing I can do about it." I even used my soft, little girl voice--the one I revert to whenever lovemaking becomes pure physical and emotional pleasure. That night lasted nearly forever. Flashback--Three weeks later: "Oh, God. Oh, God!" I rocked softly back and forth hugging my legs tightly against my chest. I was afraid to move this early in the morning, afraid I'd be sick, nauseous, or dizzy. "Oh, God!" "Oh, God!" How many nights now had I allowed him access to my body? By my count we'd known each other for twenty-six days and with Rucker's stamina and constant demands, I'd found myself naked, sweaty, and splattered with semen over forty times in these past twenty-six days. "Oh, God." I continued to rock back and forth trying to fight back the malady that flip flopped in my stomach. "Marlene, you dont look so good," Mirror Marlene pointed out. "I'm fine," I insisted. "Just a little nauseous, thats all." "No you're not," she replied. "We both know whats wrong with you." "Oh, God. Don't even think it!" "C'mon, the way things have been going, you knew this was going to happen," Mirror Marlene smirked at me. "Oh, God. Oh, God!" A Present for the future: "Marlene?" a far away voice called. "Marlene!" Startled from my reverie of the past weeks, I said, "What?" "I thought you had me come over here tonight so that we could fuck, ma petite." "I did," I replied. Of course, since I hadn't moved from the doorway where I'd been standing all this time, Rucker must have thought I was nuts. "Then whats stopping you?" "I don't want to disturb the...," I stopped. "Don't you think I...I look different?" "Different? If I answer this wrong am I in trouble." I smiled. "No." Rucker shook his head. "Then the answer is no, Ma petite. I haven't noticed any real difference." To him, I must have looked exactly like the same mature woman he'd been screwing a several times a week for nearly two months now. It didn't hurt that I looked exactly like Mirror Marlene as well, since Rucker was crazy about her too. "Why do you ask, Marlene?" I smiled. "I'm curious about the future." "What about the future?" "I think my daughters are going to be furious with me when I tell them that I've taken a lover?" "You're going to tell them?" "How else do I explain why I'm moving in with the owner of R & M Security?" "What!" he yelled. Then he composed himself. "What about Jeremy?" "I'll write him a memo," I answered. "Maybe I'll sign it--Mrs. Rucker." "Jesus, lady, how long have you had this all figured out?" I shrugged. "Not long--just since our first night at the hotel." There was a long pause between us. "Ma petite, would you please come to bed!" "Look at me, Rucker. Are you certain everything looks the same?" "Ah-ha! You've put on a couple of ounces, and you're afraid you've gotten fat. Is that it?" I laughed and walked toward the bed. "I'll put on weight soon enough. I just wondered if you could see a difference in my body at this point in time." "Nothing I'm not crazy about--Missus Rucker." I knew it. "Thank you, my love." "You're welcome. Now c'mere." With my back against the mattress, yet my shoulders cradled in his arms, I stared up at the ceiling. With my head pressed snuggly against the side of Rucker's face, I could hear his mouth and nose breathing throaty gasps right into my ear. "You know what, Rucker? I've done something at my age even younger women would never dreamed of doing." Lost in the thrill of his sexual abandon, his active torso covering my yielding passivity, his probing penis commanding my accepting loins, Rucker sighed, "I know you have, ma petite. I can't begin to count how many times you've let me cum inside you." "Thats not so difficult, silly. No, what I did was to decide to stay with a man I truly love in spite of what other people will think. Pretty soon all my friends and acquaintences will learn that Ive been taking a jet-black lover to my bed day after day." Ruckers ardent penis grew longer and even more attentive as he snuggled over me. "I told you you were a traitor to your race, Marlene." "Yes, you did, Rucker, and you were absolutely right about that." By now my body was heavily laden with the full exhausting mass of Rucker's torso. My vagina was dilated and filled with the broad expanse of his erected penis probing deeply in a bold, hypnotic motion. "You were right to ask me for something else too, I murmured. But I wasnt so sure that a forty-one year old woman could keep that part of the promise." "Promise?" "Of course, its only for another seven and a half months or so. After that youll have to make me promise all over again." "Marlene! Are you telling me what I think youre telling me?" "I thought it would be pretty obvious," I whispered. "For the first time in close to twenty years, I've found out that I'm pregnant again." "Pregnant? Oh my God! How far along?" "Over six or seven weeks." "Six or seven weeks? Oh my God!" "And since Jeremy wasnt home for the first two weeks, this baby of mine has got to be yours." "Mine?" Ruckers pace faltered. His thick blunt erection both trembled and elongated inside of my vaginal sheath. "Mine! Oh my God!" "Possibly even from our very first time." "Oh my God!" "Rucker, are you sure you're okay with a baby that's only half black?" "Oh my God! For real?" Stroking his face with my soft fingertips, I nodded. Then I murmured, "For real," and the rest of Ruckers response came in the form of a seething, exhilarating spurt of viscous liquid energy launched from the single escape hatch that his cock allowed for such release. Rucker grunted and howled breathily into the night, "Thank you, Marlene! Thank you, my love!" "Whew!" I murmured, my insides squirming under the gushing wet heat of his still flowing semen. "I guess that means it's okay with you, huh?" Although I'd consented to conceive my third child with him, I suddenly realized that the biracial embryo I was carrying in my womb was quite probably the first baby Rucker had ever fathered. Suddenly I couldn't help myself. Overwhelmed by the moment, I teared up and began to cry. Now caught between the sentimental embrace of his loving body and the naked reality of our intimacy, I too came with a very strong shudder and a very intense moan mixed with my heartfelt sobbing about what would be in store for our future. "Ooooh, myyyy Gawd!" Mirror Marlene Oh my God, of course. "You're not the least bit ugly to me Rucker," I whispered. "Right now you're absolutely divine." Turning over the initiative to him, letting him prod and thrust and pummel and withdraw, we began to enjoy an enthusiastic fucking. As our motions continued, I could still sense the cold hardness of the nine millimeter pistol pressing into my breasts. Suddenly Rucker's excitement liquefied. Bursting forth from his testicles and racing through that all important final passage up the full length of his cock and out the aperture, the eyelet at the end of his long black erection, his energy spurted outward. His essence splashed inside me! "Oh, my God," I squealed with a giggle. "Rucker, you're drenching me." Still shuddering with passion, Rucker took a big chance testing both my psyche and our shared love, when he gasped. "As far as I'm concerned, you're mine to drench, Marlene." Suddenly I could feel even more of his wet heat spurting inside me. "Rucker, don't let go," My voice quaked, but neither our hips nor our bodies would break from our rhythm. He clamped his lips down hard against mine. His tongue explored and plied at my lips until I opened up my mouth under him. Later on, I murmured: "You're making the old birthday girl very...very happy." "I'm glad to hear that," he said keeping up his stream of chatter as well as his thrusting motion. "You've got a real zest for fucking, birthday girl. That makes you younger than you'll ever know." "Rucker, stop teasing me!" Unrestrained now, my response sounded insincere. "This is no tease. woman. Your treacherous white body is all mine to fuck for the time being." I felt his heat continue to pool deep where neither of us could see, yet we both knew instinctively. I came with resounding tremors of ecstasy. Red and sore from the friction against the surface of my labia, and yet slippery wet with the gelatinous coating of his sperm and my own juices flowing from deep within my loins, I enjoyed both the pulsating waves coiling selfishly inside me, and the luxurious messiness which meant that I'd been intimately marked by a healthy masculine mating partner. We lay still in each other's arms afterwards. Even with several minutes of rest, I could hardly catch my breath. For a while we continued to lay together on the bed panting, resting. But as we embraced Rucker slowly became tumescent again. "I want you to switch positions with me." Rucker impulsively reached down between my breasts to grip the nine-millimeter pistol. "You get up on top." After all that physical togetherness I would've thought he trusted me, but he kept that gun aimed right at my chest while I carefully straddled his hips and let my thighs and my dripping loins slide down on his shiny lubricated erection totally engulfing him in a delightfully sloppy wetness once again. He handed me the telephone from the nightstand not far from his pillow. "I want you to make a phone call. You have to tell someone. I need to hear you tell someone what you just did." Who would understand? I thought about it for a few seconds. While I looked down at him from my new vantage point, I quickly dialed the number of one of my oldest and dearest friends. "Gina, it's me. I've got something to tell you. Thanks, my birthday is the reason I called you. I gave myself a present." For months on end, my friend Gina had told me that I should have a fling or something to get back at my husband for being such an asshole. "That's what I've been trying to tell you. I did it. No, it's nobody you know." Totally involved in his little game, Rucker tried to match his rhythms to my voice. I tried to keep from letting on that he was fucking me while Gina and I continued to speak, but I wasn't sure that I could succeed. My own responses were becoming less and less controllable. "Yes, just a little while ago. In fact, I'm going back to his bed as soon as I hang up with you. Yeah, really." "Marlene," Rucker murmured. "Tell her." I waited for Gina to stop babbling. "Gina, wait! There's something I've got to tell you." I paused. Slowly he increased his lusty energy as well as the depths of his thrusting. "Gina, he's in his early twenties, and he's all hormones." "Marlene," Rucker ordered. "Tell her everything." "Yes, no kidding. But there's something even more important, Gina. He's...he's black." Another pause. "It was wonderful. Honest! Protection? Yes, of course, I did. You know me. Would I do something reckless?" I looked over to my left to see Mirror Marlene balanced atop an impressively large black figure. As Gina babbled on I watched her abdomen getting torqued from below. "C'mon Gina," I continued my phone conversation. "Now you're acting like this was just some guy I grabbed right off the street. Give me some credit." Rucker looked at me during the pause. I put my hand over the phone for a second and whispered: "She asked me, if I was going to see you again." I watched him silently laugh, naked under me, the motel bed shaking and squeaking as he continued to press his advantage up and inside me. "Y'know, Gina, I'm pretty sure I will." Rucker tried to keep from laughing. The scarring around lips gave the impression somehow that his big grin might tear his face apart. For a second it was a frightening illusion, but in the mirror, the other Marlene was still flushed with excitement and aching desire. I felt relieved. "I'll tell you more later, Gina. I gotta go." "Are you glad you told her?" he asked as he watched my breasts and torso lean way over top of him to hang up the phone. "Yes, I am." "Good." Suddenly his body stiffened and he grimaced again in that odd facial distortion which his scars gave him. Once again he whispered: "Good. Before the day is over, you'll have to find someone else to tell." With that Rucker's loins cut loose once again. Oh, Lord! Twice in ten minutes? I found myself quivering ecstatically as the hot, streaming flow of my partner's thick warm semen. spurted up and out from his pulsating penis. I really wanted to cum, but it wouldn't happen for me this time. However, Mirror Marlene was blushing with that glow of intense intimacy that usually accompanies an orgasm, and I could see her near breast cupped by a long fingered black hand. I couldn't see his other hand; so, Mirror Marlene appeared to be having a better time with her new lover than I was. Rucker stopped his motion. I climbed off of him and lay flat on my back against the rumpled bedding, seeping from his second onslaught of liquid enjoyment. I needed to get into the bathroom to clean up, but, for a while, we continued to stay together on the bed panting, resting. "The next time we make love, Marlene, I'm going to ask you a question. But before you answer, I want you to promise me right now your answer will be Ôyes.'" I nodded. "All right," I answered. "You ask me, and I'll say Ôyes.'" I started to relax and drift off, but it wasn't five minutes before he'd scooted around to place both of his knees between my thighs. Planting the pistol right on my abdomen this time, Rucker picked me by my hips and thighs to drag my naked loins right up against his erected cock. Once again his masculine presence made itself known deep within me. I know my mouth must have fallen open. Again? Where did he get all his energy? Suddenly, as his rhythmic motion resumed, Rucker said: "Marlene, I want you to tell me that you'll have my baby." "What? You want me to conceive at gunpoint?" "Oh, it's not loaded." He smiled and tossed the pistol onto the floor. "I took the clip out before you ever left the bathroom." "What!" I cried out in relief. "You crazy bastard!" "You still want to fuck, don't you?" I realized that he already knew the answer to that question, so I nodded. "Then tell me you will." "I will what?" "Hey! You promised me you'd say Ôyes' when I asked you that question!" So I had. "You really mean it?" "More than anything, Marlene." I felt him tremble, I suspected that he was very close to coming inside me again. "Tell me you will." "You're serious about this?" "Totally." "All right, Rucker," I sighed between brand new moans of pleasure. "Yes, of course, I'll take your baby." "Thank you, Marlene." Suddenly bursting forth from his testicles and racing through that all important final passage up the full length of his cock and out the aperture, the eyelet at the end of his long black erection, Rucker's excitement once again liquefied and spurted free. *Oh, Lord!* I thought. *Please tell me three times isn't a charm?* Once again I found myself squirming with genuine delight under the hot, streaming flow of my partner's thick warm semen. I realized that my anxiety was further intensified by a subliminal yearning to acquiesce to Rucker's primal request. God help me, now. Even though his race was definitely wrong, I found myself recklessly craving his impulsive offer. My breathing was totally belabored by now. "I can feel you dripping. I feel it happening." I began to shudder beneath him. "What you feel is us happening, baby." Still shuddering with passion, Rucker took a big chance testing both my psyche and our shared love, when he said. "It's won't be just cum, lover, it'll be a living part of me--hundreds of thousands of sperm cells seeking out the healthy new life inside you." Suddenly I could feel even more of his wet heat spurting inside me. "Sperm cells frantically searching for that special ovum to swarm over and unite with," Rucker muttered. "Rucker, don't," My voice quaked, but neither our hips nor our bodies would break from our rhythm. He clamped his lips down against mine. His mouth tasted of sugar and coffee and tequila. His lips pulled away from mine. "Help me make just one more tiny little baby. lover." "Rucker, I'm too old." "Nonsense. You look like you're in your late twenties." "I'm over forty." "Your body doesn't feel forty to me," he kept up his stream of chatter as well as his thrusting motion. "What I've found is a healthy woman with a real zest for fucking, and that means making babies." "Rucker, please!" Unrestrained now, my breathy responses seemed insincere. "You're making fun of me!" "Think of it, Marlene. You'd be carrying an embryo that had twenty-three of your chromosomes and twenty-three of mine." Rucker's entire body began trembling and bucking in hard spasms over me. "And this child of ours would be half white like you, but also half black like me." I felt his erected heat continue to prod deep where neither of us could see, yet we both knew instinctively. "And I'd watch you nurse our baby, his little brown lips wrapped possessively around your beautiful nipples, taking sweet milky sustenance from his mother's white breasts." Concentrating on the new sensations that interlinked us, and without ever allowing our bodies to part, I carefully coaxed him to climb up over of me again. Ploughing deeply into my moist, hot furrow after weeks of abstinence, I'd clasped his masculine extension as tightly as I could hold him between my legs. Uncontrollably pistoning me now, his own needs peaked much more quickly than anyone could have suspected. Rucker must have been holding back these frustrations for months--maybe years. Soon he inhaled a loud, almost painful gulp of air. At first his entire body stiffened like a body surfer riding a luxuriously fleshy wave, then, in the ultimate heat of the moment, his movements stopped totally. Frustratingly still, my able-bodied young thief gasped as his tension transformed once again into a hot liquid which, with a jarring convulsion, spurted eagerly out from his long, dark chocolate colored penis. Of course all this wetness had only one place to go, but I dismissed any downside of that. Rucker went limp this time. Exhausted, he spent yet another sticky wad of his cum into my accommodating warmth. Panting and wheezing like mad, he seemed finished for the moment. He was sweaty now and beaded by a thick sheen of perspiration. I leaned up to kiss him on the cheek and murmured, "Congratulations, love. That sounded like quite an orgasm." Grunting out a very raspy noise, Rucker queried breathlessly: "Am I still alive?" "Yes." I breathed a heavy sigh. "You'll live to do that again." "Good." He took hold of my shoulders so that he could clamp a wet and awkward French kiss on my lips. His intentions tasted wonderful, in spite of his eager lack of technique. "I intend to do just that." Strangely enough I found my eyes tearing up. Holding myself tightly against him, grappling him with both my arms and legs, and resting the soft globes of my breasts against his perspiring mahogany chest, I wanted to weep. After the lackluster bouts I'd endured with Jeremy lately, the experience of keeping Rucker mobile within my loins for these last fifty-plus minutes was pure delight. Later, after I discovered that I desperately needed to go to the bathroom, Mirror Marlene was in there to greet me. Naked and sweating, Marlene had been getting laid in "mirror-land" as well, because she too was chafed red and rubbed raw by intimate contact. Mirror Marlene cocked a knowing eyebrow at me as if to say, "So are you finally satisfied?" I grinned coquettishly back at her. "Totally!" * * * * * Comments? Questions? The location of a good pawn shop? Write me.