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Shades of Black

By: lululuvsblack



My name is Luke, but you can call me Lulu, and my favorite color is black. Most people don't have a favorite color, not really, but I'm not most people, so believe me when I say I have a very strong attachment to black. Just let me take you through a typical day and you'll see what I mean.

I wake up early, while the night sky is still black outside and get myself up with a big mug of strong black coffee. After breakfasting on a slice of toast with blackberry jam, I shower my smooth hairless body and wash my shoulder length wavy black hair in my black tiled bathroom.

In the bedroom, I carefully tuck my skinny little white cock into a pair of black lace boyshort panties and dress my flat hairless chest in a matching black lace bra. Now wearing my sensual lingerie, I had a black lace garter belt and roll my black shear stockings up my smooth legs, thrilling from the feel of the material on my bare skin. Then I dress for work in a black knee length pencil skirt and thin black pinstripe blouse. I do my makeup and lipstick, adding black eyeshadow and mascara to lengthen my black lashes. Slipping my feet into black six inch stilettos, I'm ready to go.

I get the elevator to the ground floor of my apartment building and greet Terrence, the black doorman. It's important to keep on good terms with the people who look after your building, by now me and Terrence understand each other very well. I look after his needs and he can give me just the kind of thing I want.

Before stepping out of the building, then, I step in behind Terrence's desk. He is a respectable black man in his 50s with graying hair, but I know that he has a dirty side as I run my long, thin, pale fingers over the front of his slacks and feel the enormous ebony love muscle within twitch to life.

He knows I'm really a boy underneath, but it doesn't matter to him when he gets a chance to have someone tug on that hard dark meat every day. I unzip his pants and pull out that black eight inch veiny cock, almost as thick as my skinny white wrist, and begin to tug it to life. Pretty soon it's nice and hard and feeling incredible in my hand as my middle aged black doorman goes weak at the knees from the sissy in smart office wear giving him an incredible handjob. Before long he's blowing his load, that huge black dick still capable of covering my hand in plenty of slimy, creamy love juice.

I lick the tasty cream clean from my hand and wish my black doorman goodbye for the day before climbing into my black BMW and driving off for work.

By 9 AM, I am arriving at the offices of Grey & Black, the business which has employed me as personal assistant to the manager, Max Black, ever since my secret sissy side was discovered three years ago. I arrive at the office before everyone else and sit at my desk and begin to work on whatever needs doing around the office.

At 11, my boss, Max Black, calls me into his office to bring him his black coffee. I clip clop into the luxury black wood office in my stiletto heels and Mr Black pulls back from his desk to reveal that his own black wood is already making a bit of a bulge in the slacks of his charcoal colored suit.

I know just what my job is now, I'm a good little worker and the benefits package is impressive. Really impressive. I slide onto my knees and unzip Mr Black's pants and pull out a semi-erect black cock that is an incredible sight. Every time I look at it, which is basically every morning, it makes my mouth water. I start to lap and lick at the swollen purple head and my boss' ebony meat gets bigger and bigger until, when I put it in my mouth, I can barely wrap my lips around it.

Sometimes my boss will make me deepthroat his enormous dark monster until he cums right down his secretary's throat. But on a good day, if the company's finances are in the black, he gets me up just when his quivering veiny black beast is jutting eight inches out from his body and pushes me over his desk. That's when I know things are going well at work.

Mr Black pushes my legs open, my stiletto heels standing wide apart, and shoves my black pencil skirt up around my waist. Bent over the desk, my ass is now sticking right up, the seams on my black shear stockings pointing right up to it, guiding my boss' big black dick to where it needs to go. He doesn't bother taking my black lace panties off, just pushes them aside and shoves his fully erect ebony dick between the pale white cheeks of my ass.

It used to hurt when he did this, but after a while of enjoying this job with the company I can take my boss' monster cock as well as any white secretarial bitch. I simply rise my dirty white ass back to meet every one of my boss' deep hard thrusts. My own tiny little white dick is as hard as it gets, rubbing up against the desk, but I hold off letting myself cum while my big black boss is screwing me, he would not approve of it if I did.

My boss dumps a huge load of sticky seed right up my tight white ass and then zips himself back into his pants and returns to work like nothing's just happened, even with his sissy assistant bent over his desk, pencil skirt around his waist, panties pushed aside, and cum leaking out of his ass. For the rest of the afternoon, I do my work with sticky panties and cum running down my thighs and over my stockings. I can't help but feel a little turned on and wonder whether everybody who comes to meet with Mr Black notices that, or my smeared lipstick from blowing his big black meat.

Then it's time to go home. I return to my apartment and Terrence's shift's over, so I just have to think fondly back to giving my doorman a tug this morning, a thought that gets my sticky panty wearing dick stiff in the elevator as I ride back up to my apartment, get myself cleaned up and get ready for the night.

I switch my sticky panties for a clean black thong, and strip off my cum stained garter belt and stockings. Instead I dress myself for clubbing in a tight black PVC minidress and black thigh high boots with stripper platform heels. I tie my black wavy hair into girlish pigtails and reapply my makeup, giving myself lots of dramatic black eyeliner. Then I'm ready to head back out again and hit the clubs.

I head out to The Black Lounge, my favorite night time venue. It plays all the hip hop and R n B a sissy gurl like me in a tight black dress just loves to grind and twerk to and is always filled with lots of muscular, toned black hunks. Even in the taxi on the way over I can't help but get a little excited at the thought and have to make sure my little white pecker doesn't make a tell-tale outline in my very tight PVC dress.

After a couple of black vodkas I'm feeling suitably buzzed and make my way over to the dance floor. Pretty soon, as I work the room, writhing around in my tight PVC dress and thigh high boots, I'm starting to draw lots of hungry male attention. I focus on the biggest, blackest men I can find and start to rub my body up against them, feeling the massive size of their slightly stiffening manhood's through the tight rubber of my dress.

As I sashay towards the men's bathroom, waving my ass in my tight dress in the direction of all the big black men on the dancefloor, three of them follow me. I go into the empty bathroom and instantly drop to my knees. The three big black studs take this as their cue and know exactly what to do. As my hungry mouth drops open, three zippers open just as instantly and three enormous ebony beasts are whipped out and waved in my face.

I reach out and grab two stiffening black boners in each of my hands and start furiously jacking them off, while I lean in and start licking the head of the third. As the veiny dark meat gets nice and hard I start blowing them, switching my mouth's attention from one to the next as I jack off the other two.

Eventually, the guy with the huge black hardon shoved three inches into my throat can take it no longer. He leaves my face and hands to his two black buddies and moves around behind me. He pulls my ass violently towards him so it's sticking in the air, shoves my tight skirt up and pulls my thong aside to reveal my puckered white ass. Roughly he shoves his fat black finger up inside me, fingering my hole and getting me ready before he shafts me with the whole length of his ebony boner.

As the big black guy behind me screws my tight little white hole with his huge dark snake, I grab at the two cocks in front of me with my hands and mouth, slurping and gasping until the big black stud in my ass dumps his sticky load inside me and one of his buddies takes his place. Now I'm simply being slammed between two enormous black cocks, one in my mouth and one in my ass, on my knees in my thigh high boots in the men's bathroom of my favorite club.

Of course, it's a public bathroom, so it doesn't take long before we're no longer alone, other guys need to use it after all. They come in and watch me on my hands and knees getting double banged by two enormous black dicks. Some of them notice my own tiny white cock poking out of my black underwear and flopping around as my ass gets used, some of them don't and take me for a real slut girl. Some of them try to ignore the fact that a skinny white bitch is getting fucked at each end by black dick right in the middle of the bathroom and go about their business. Some of them, though, like to watch. Some have even seen me here before.

As the guy in my mouth pulls out and starts jacking off, he shoots cum right in my face, a stream of it into my hair and another across my cheek. His place is taken instantly by two more big black studs who have been jacking off watching the show. After all that they've seen, it doesn't take long of me alternating between blowing their black dicks before they reach a climax too. I swallow the cum from one and the other shoots over my chin and dribbles onto my shiny black minidress.

The guy screwing my sticky ass with his black beast is almost ready to explode too. His buddy's cum is already leaking out of me around his big black shaft, running down my thighs and over my boots. He grabs me by my long black pigtails and uses that to lever himself, forcing me to arch my back and take his full eight inches inside me as he cums loads and loads in my already used ass.

As he pulls out and a river of sticky cum leaks out of me, he wipes his cock off on my black PVC dress, already showing sticky signs of semen from the other guys before him. There are now a handful of other big black boys standing around me, all jacking off at the sight of a hungry white whore kneeling on the dirty bathroom floor.

I continue to kneel there and reach for their cocks as the guys shoot their loads. I try and catch them in my mouth but the spunk runs down over my smeared lipstick and dribbles from my chin. It hits me all over the face, in my dark hair, across the chest of my tight sticky, shiny dress. Everywhere. As other guys come in and can't get passed the crowd of black guys jacking off over a white bitch, they've no choice but to come over instead of use the bathroom for its intended purpose. One desperate guy decides just to relieve himself right there and then, pissing on my shiny black dress.

That just opens the floodgates. Now there are never less than four or five black guys around me for the next half hour, all covering me with whatever shoots from their massive monster black dicks. I'm now kneeling in a pool of piss and cum. I've got piss running off my black minidress and cum on my chest. My hair is stiff and sticky with spunk and I'm swallowing everything that hits my mouth. Through it all my dress is pushed up around my waist by the stiffness of my little white erection.

At the end of the night, I've no choice but to walk out of the bathroom looking in a terrible state. As I cross the club all eyes are on me. Even the ones that weren't in the bathroom over the last half hour know what I've been doing and can see my tight dress pushed out of shape, sticky juices running down my thighs and in my hair. The taxi driver that takes me home can look in the rearview mirror up my skirt and see my lace underwear has got so sticky I had to throw it away, can see my little white dick instead and can worry that the pee and spunk on my PVC dress is rubbing off on his car seats.

Back home, I clean myself up once more and slip into a black satin chemise, lie down on the black cotton sheets of my bed and, finally, start to finger my little white dick that is still stiff as a board. Thinking back to everything that's happened that day, my girly cock cums in seconds and cums a monster load. Only then can I lie back and go to sleep and dream of everything black, only to get up the next morning and do it all again!

And that's the life of Lulu, someone who, when they say their favorite color's black, really means it!

Shades of Black & White Pt. 1



"Hey Buxton! Ya'll you coming out for a drink after work with the guys?"

Sheeeitt! This was a surprise! Even in these 'enlightened times' it isn't often that a black man is asked to join in on a social event with a bunch of whites, especially that crowd. And what made it all the more extraordinary was that the one extending the invitation was Tyler Wilson, who is twenty-five years older than I am. He says he comes from Portland, Maine, but he speaks and acts most of the time like Robert E Lee on steroids. For a few seconds I considered a refusal, but then I thought, 'Oh what the hell! I've got to work with these guys; got to build trust, etc, etc. Besides, they haven't ever asked Lim or Kwan, the two Asians, or Fahad the Iranian. And they never, ever include any of the women!'

So, I found myself saying, "Yeah, ok, thanks Wilson. What time?"

Wilson grinned toothily, pointed his index finger at me like pistol barrel and made a popping sound with his lips, "Great! We'll give old Abe here a couple of hours to finish screwing the Brits." Wilson slapped 'old Abe' Zimmerman, who can't be more than three years older than I am, on the shoulder and said, "And then we'll head off to Louie's."

Louie's is the dark, smoky, hellishly noisy bar where this group of guys hang out at the end of the day to wash away the pressure cooker tensions of dealing in tens of millions of dollars, pounds, yen, euros, every tradable currency imaginable. Of course, the more they make for their clients and the bank the bigger their paychecks are, and believe me, these guys are good, very good indeed! Tyler Wilson is the best, in spite of his loud mouth, uncouth jokes, sloppy clothes and sagging beer belly, and the thunderous farts he lets out as he punches the air after consummating some mega-buck, mega-profitable deal. Never a day passes without someone in the dealer room praying out loud to God to keep the air-conditioning from breaking down. Wilson just laughs uproariously and lets go another one for good measure. 

One by one, the guys took off to wives and girlfriends, dinners and kids. In the end, it was just Wilson and I trading beer for beer and 'curing the ills of the world'. He surprised me with the insightful depth of his thoughts and even his lack of rancour towards Moslems post Nine-Eleven. Before that night, I would have bet good money that Wilson the Redneck was all for 'wiping those fuckin' Ayrabs off the face of Gaad's earth'. We fell silent, staring into our half empty glasses and recalling in our own ways the friends and colleagues we both lost in that awful catastrophe.

I glanced at my watch and saw that it was way past nine o'clock. Hell! I had never been this late without first telling my 'Aunt', who I am staying with until I can set up in my own apartment. She would be going out of her mind with worry that I'd been mugged or even killed. I made my excuses to Wilson and got up to leave. He insisted on coming with me, "At least to the subway, my apartment is on the next block."

"I thought you have a place out on Long Island?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I only ever get out there on weekends…say, why don't you come out this Saturday for a game of golf?"

Not only had The Man asked me out drinking with him and his friends, but now he'd asked me to his house for the weekend and to his fancy country club! I put the invitation down to the ten or eleven beers that he had consumed in the last three hours and figured that it would be forgotten in the morning. But walking along the street I started to revise my opinion; Wilson was as steady as a rock!

Oh, oh! The Man didn't forget. Come Friday afternoon, Wilson came up to my workstation, "Y'all set for tomorrow Ol' Buddy?"

"Are you sure, Tyler? You don't have to ask me just because of what you said the other night…besides, I've never played golf in my life before!"

Wilson punched me on the shoulder, "No sweat my man! I play like shit anyway. This is just for laughs." Then he handed me comprehensive instructions on how to get there. "Cain't have the country boy getting lost!" he joked.

He met me from the train in a nice, but not brand new BMW Series 7 Coupe. The golf game was a crock, just like I expected. And the tight-ass money at his club made it obvious that my skin colour wasn't exactly welcome. But Wilson defiantly gave them 'the finger' by keeping us in the bar longer than necessary to make the point. This man was full of surprises! And so was his house. Tyler Wilson had apparently invested wisely, belying the impression he gives to the rest of the world that his vast earnings all disappear down the urinal. Set in extensive grounds, the building wasn't at all grand or ostentatious, but the value was subtly obvious. And inside it was much the same, until he led me to his den and his home theatre and hi-fi set-up. Now, this was where some serious money had been spent!

But that came later. First, we made our way to the kitchen. It was a large room with a pine table able to seat about a dozen people set to one side. This was clearly where Wilson's family met and ate their informal meals. With startling speed and skill, he fixed a Chateaubriand large enough for the both of us and a green salad on the side. And, to wash the steak down, he liberated a bottle of 1990 Stag's Leap Cabernet Sauvignon from his extensive and expensive looking cellar.

While we ate and savoured the wine I asked Wilson about his family and wondered aloud why he only came down to such a lovely place at weekends.

"Time, Jon, time."

This was the first occasion that Wilson had ever used my given name. 

"The groundwork for all my best deals is done much earlier in the day than I can manage commuting from here. Oh yeah, I tried doing it from home with the laptop and all, and it didn't work. I need the buzz from of all those screens in the room and the ozone smell from the computers and the shouting and yelling and the adrenaline that flows when one of you guys makes a hot deal.

"And in any case, Carla, my wife is a pretty sick woman. She's full time in a sanatorium upstate…schizophrenia…runs in her family. We thought we could beat the odds but we lost. Our daughters both study performing arts at Julliard. They stay with me at the apartment in New York during the week…that's if they don't find elsewhere to stay. We all come down here for R and R on the weekends. By myself in this house it would be a graveyard."

"Oh, I'm sorry…"

"Don't give me that Hollywood 'sorry' bullshit, Jon! You don't really give a fuck and I wouldn't expect you to either! C'mon, finish that steak and we'll go watch a movie. You won't get Mary Poppins here, my man, we only serve up red meat!"

'Red meat' it was too. Wilson showed me his collection of porn DVDs and videos, he must own about a hundred of the things, and told me to select one for viewing. "Choose a DVD," he said, "That way we can go into ultra slo-mo and take out any close-ups you wanna get a good look at." In the meantime, he went off to get another Stag's Leap from his cellar, a 1991 one this time for contrast with the first bottle.

Man! Watching that movie on the big screen was something else! I'd seen porn movies before, but only on an ordinary TV. On this outfit, the people were almost life sized and with the hi-fi surround sound it was just like they were there in the room with us! We were engrossed in a part where the girl star was on her hands and knees taking one guy's foot-long cock up her ass while she deep-throated his buddy, when our concentration was broken…

"Hi, Daddy…"

The girl's voice came from behind our seats. She had come into the room without either of us noticing. I jumped like a startled rabbit at being caught out watching dirty movies, but Wilson didn't move a muscle.

"Oh, hyah, Sweetie. How's it going?"

"Fine, Daddy, fine."

The girl came into view beside Wilson's recliner. Wow! She was a wet dream come to life; about nineteen or twenty years old, a little above medium height, long blonde hair, dressed in an oversized T-shirt that only just covered her private parts and with manifestly very little else on underneath. And what was underneath was very neatly put together, like pert, firm tip-tilted breasts, a slim waist and a curvaceous, tight ass. I forgot the movie entirely and just stared wide-eyed at her. She ignored what was happening on the screen and acted as though I wasn't there as well.

The Vision sat on the arm of her father's seat, showing me about ten miles of smooth, pale inner thigh, and leaned over to kiss Wilson on the cheek. I caught a swift flash of primrose yellow panties and then it was gone.

"Where you been?" Wilson asked her.

"Oh, just hanging out with Wendy and Justin and the guys."

"Not dressed like that I hope!"

"Oh, Daddy, don't be silly!" She pushed her father's shoulder. I got another flash of panties. "I'm on my way to bed."

"Where's Harriet?"

"She's upstairs already…aren't you going to introduce your friend?" The Vision had noticed me after all.

"Yeah, this is Jon. He doesn't know it yet, but he's the next top gun currency dealer at the bank…but he's only learning right now…Jon, this is my daughter, Gina."

Gina waved 'Hi' and bathed me in the searchlight beams from two of the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen in my life. She looked me up and down appraisingly. I squirmed in my seat at her frank stare and couldn't help thinking, 'So this is how a girl feels when a guy mentally strips her naked as she walks past!'

Then in a second she was gone, leaving a faint whiff of perfume behind her. I got a soft "Goodnight, Jon" from the doorway, but she had closed the door behind her before I could reply.

Wilson and I watched the rest of the movie, but none of the action registered in my brain; even when Wilson backtracked and zoomed in to a slow close-up of the moment when the guy with the foot-long cock first worked it into the 'heroine's' ass. At any other time I would have watched the stretching and plundering of her anal star with complete absorption, but for the rest of that movie my mind was full of Gina.

"Cute isn't she?" Wilson's voice broke the silence. The movie was finished and the credits were scrolling up the screen.

"Which one?" I asked, "The redhead or the brunette?"

"Don't fuck with me, my man, you know I'm talking about Gina!"

"Er, um…" I wasn't sure what to say, never having discussed the merits of a girl's physical attributes with her father before! "Uh, yes, Gina is very nice."

Wilson laughed deep in his belly and let out one of his infamous farts. "That's what I think of that chickenshit answer! Your eyes nearly popped out of your head when you first saw her! And I swear you nearly came in your pants when she flashed her briefs at you!"

I felt my face getting hot. Yes, us coloured folks do blush, but it's hard for you white people to tell. "Um…well…" I muttered uncomfortably.

"Aw shit, don't let it bother you! You only reacted to Gina's looks like any man would…should…just wait 'til you see Harriet!" Wilson blew on his fingertips and shook his hand as though he'd just been burned. Suddenly he turned serious, "But I don't like my girls hanging around with that Justin Tremaine. He's an asshole…inherited stacks of old New York law money when both his parents died in an air crash…and he's doing his best to spend it before he gets to thirty…he'll have to go some though. And his twin sister Wendy is almost as bad as he is…fast cars, fast boats, booze, drugs, orgies the Ancient Romans would have been proud of…you name it… useless trash the pair of them!"

Wilson fulminated for a further twenty minutes on the evils of the Tremaine 'kids' and their equally unsavoury cronies. Then, when he finally ran out of steam, he announced it was time for us to hit the sack. "You go on ahead, I just want to check my emails."

When I got to the top floor, all the doors were closed except the one leading to the guest bathroom I would be using. There was no way of telling which of the rooms belonged to the two daughters, Gina and Harriet. And imagining the likely repercussions from Wilson if I got caught, there was no way I'd be creeping around in the middle of the night to find out! When I passed one room, I thought I heard voices and noises from inside, but I couldn't be sure; those doors were three inches of solid oak! I retrieved my overnight bag from the room Wilson had assigned to me and went to clean my teeth. On my way back to my room, I met Wilson in the hallway and we said our goodnights.

I was awakened at about 3.00am by a faint cry. I wasn't sure what it was, so I put it down to a night bird. Maybe an owl catching up with a rodent? I only heard it the once and drifted off to sleep again almost immediately.

Chapter 2

I found Wilson in the kitchen fixing scrambled eggs after I had showered in the morning. He told me that he had to go into the office and that he would drive me in to the City as soon as we'd finished breakfast. When we left there was still no sign of the young women, in fact no sign at all that anyone else but Wilson lived in the house. Did I imagine Gina the night before?

Wilson asked me back down to Long Island a month later. In the meantime, I became part of the regular Louie's after work scene. On Wilson's say so, the guys all accepted me into the group and before I knew it they were feeding me dealing tips and tricks and my success rate started to climb, along with my client portfolio and my bank balance.

I drove down with Wilson straight after work on the Friday evening. We didn't leave Wall Street until after 8.30pm, Wilson was working on a hot deal, so we got to the house quite late. His daughters didn't travel with us, nor were they at the house when we arrived. In fact, they didn't appear all weekend. Wilson offered no explanation, although I felt that he could sense my disappointment. 

I got asked down again for the following weekend. Again, there was no sign of Wilson's daughters, either on the journey or when we arrived, and I became resigned to another bachelor weekend of golf, booze and porn movies. Although I have to confess that I was kind of looking forward more to the golf having discovered the magic of hitting a long straight drive on four occasions the previous weekend. Now all I had to do was work on my chipping and putting. Move over Tiger! Yeah, right!

Gina caught us out drinking wine and watching another movie, but just as before she utterly ignored what was happening on the screen. For some reason I couldn't fathom, Wilson turned the sound right down when she came into the room. This time she sat in his lap instead of on the arm of his seat. She was dressed the same as she was last time, so she was obviously on her way to bed. Gina and her father talked quietly together, I couldn't make out what they were talking about, and again Gina ignored me. There was still no sign of Harriet. I tried to concentrate on the big screen, but my eyes were constantly drawn to the beautiful, long sweep of Gina's bare legs.

The girl's suddenly raised voice caused me to snap a swift glance in their direction. "Look at this, Daddy," she was saying, "I think something bit me on the beach today." Gina had pulled the hem of her oversized T-shirt up high and parted her legs. White panties tonight! She was showing her father an angry looking, dark red patch, about the size of a dime, high up on her inner thigh.

I watched them transfixed, the blue movie completely forgotten. Wilson placed his hand midway up on the inside of Gina's other thigh whilst he examined the offending spot closely. Maybe it was due to my angle of view, but it appeared to me that his face was only a couple of inches from the fork of his daughter's thighs. "Probably some insect," he murmured, "it looks kind of inflamed, but I don't think it'll amount to much." 

Gina didn't seem to mind her father touching her like that! And Wilson didn't remove his hand; in fact, he actually began stroking her skin with slow, gentle movements, gradually moving his fingers higher and higher towards the white cotton triangle at the apex of her legs. Gina closed her eyes and nestled her lips to the side of her father's throat.

The rising tension in the room was palpable. I tore my gaze away from the pair and tried to just watch the movie, but to no avail. My cock was throbbing in my pants on the edge of a wet sticky disaster. Inevitably, I was drawn to look at father and daughter again and again, at her pale smooth flesh and at that hand caressing and sliding ever so slowly, higher and higher.

Wilson took his time, but in the end he reached the white cotton strip that hid her sex. He teased Gina, trailing his fingertips around the lace-edged leg holes, making her shift her bottom impatiently in his lap. Then, slowly and deliberately, he began to rub her through the cotton material, pressing his fingers into the hidden folds and dampening the gusset of her panties with her sexual juices.

I watched them from the corner of my eye for five or ten minutes. Her father's caresses were clearly arousing Gina and she was getting closer and closer to orgasm. The movie finished but I didn't notice, although I was still 'looking' in the general direction of the screen. The room became silent except for Gina's heavy, ragged breathing and the faint noises made by Wilson's fingers moving between her legs. When he suddenly spoke, I started in my seat as though someone had jabbed me with a pin.

"Hey, Gina honey," he rumbled deeply, "I gotta go and take a leak. Why don't you go and sit with Jon for a while."

The Vision got out of her father's lap and made her way across the intervening gap towards me. Had she looked at me, Gina would have seen me pressed back in my seat and clutching the arms, with wide scared eyes like a trapped rabbit, but she kept her gaze demurely downcast. Her warm weight descended into my lap, crushing my erection against my belly.

"Hello, Jon, " she murmured softly, "have you seen my bite?" Her breath smelled so sweet that it was all I could do to stop myself from crushing my mouth to hers. God, how I wanted to kiss her!

She parted her legs and pulled the T-shirt up high just like she had with her father. The bitten thigh was the one nearest to me and she had to take hold of her flesh and twist it so that I could see properly. But I still had to lean forward. The red patch had two small puncture wounds at its centre. Maybe a spider had bitten Gina? I could smell her sexual arousal. The crotch of her panties was wet and slightly discoloured with her fluids. Her hard-tipped, unfettered breasts swayed beneath the thin material of her shirt, almost brushing my cheek as she too leaned forward. 

Then Gina put her arms around my neck and nuzzled her lips against the side of my throat.

Should I, or shouldn't I? Was it expected of me or would she scream and create a scene? With my pulse pounding like a jackhammer in my ears and my courage screwed down to the limit I put my trembling fingers on Gina's thigh, just above the red mark of the bite and, therefore, very close to the edge of her panties. She parted her thighs further. I stared unbelievingly at the contrast of my dark brown, almost black fingers against the white paleness of her thigh. She felt like warm, living silk under my fingertips! Gina let out a huff of warm breath against my neck and licked my skin with the tip of her tongue. 

Made bold by Gina's tacit encouragement I took possession of her sex, pushing her panties to one side and sliding my fingertips in amongst her plump slippery folds. Her golden-crowned pussy lips had been made puffy and darkly suffused with blood by Wilson's fingers. Gina gasped with surprise at the abruptness of my invasion. I supposed that she had expected me to arouse her further from outside her panties in the same manner as her father. But she didn't tell me to stop or withdraw. Instead, she opened her legs wider, offering me full and unrestricted access.




Shades of Black & White Pt. 1



I watched my dark fingers play with Gina's golden sex. She flexed her ass muscles rhythmically against the hard bar of my erect cock as if rubbing herself on me. I entered her hot satiny sheath with my long middle finger; gazing in fascinated wonder as it disappeared smoothly into her depths. 

Gina was certainly no virgin! I fucked her with my finger, pumping it steadily in her clinging, wet channel. She whimpered against my throat and arched her back, thrusting her pelvis down and rubbing her clit on the pad of skin at the base of my finger. Her rasping breath blasted against my skin. Her thighs began to tremble. Suddenly she let out a strangled cry and grasped my wrist in a vice-like grip, holding my digit motionless, deep in her body. I felt the wild clasping of her interior muscles and she cried out again, this time clamping her thighs hard around my hand as she made three or four violent thrusts with her abdomen. Then she huddled, shaking against me and I felt the warm wetness of her pleasure tears trickle down my neck, inside the collar of my shirt and over my collarbone.

After a few minutes, Gina sat upright. With shining eyes she kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you." At that instant, we realised that Wilson had returned, unnoticed by either of us, and he had been watching for some time. And he had gotten his hard shaft out of his pants and was stroking it slowly in his fist!

Gina looked across at him and smiled. With both of her hands, she pushed mine away from her sex. My finger had been still nestled deep inside her and the coolness of the evening air contrasted so sharply with the heat of her body it was startling. Gina got to her feet and ran her hand smoothly over the tight-curled hair on my head, "Yes, thank you, Jon," she murmured again. Then she made her way languidly over to her father, dropped to her knees in front of him, bowed her head and took the bulging mushroom crown of his cock into her mouth.

In stupefied amazement, I watched Gina give her father head for a few minutes. The big room suddenly seemed closed in and stuffy. Sweat broke out on my forehead and slid down my face. The smell of Gina's sex on my fingers was like an exotic perfume. I couldn't believe what was happening! I decided to give them privacy. Somehow, I found the idea of seeing Wilson unloading his cum into his daughter's mouth upsetting. Besides, it would be good idea to splash some cold water on my face to restore my equilibrium.

I made my way upstairs and into the bathroom that I usually used. The fact that the light was already on didn't register; my mind was so full of swirling thoughts of Gina and her father. A stark naked, full-breasted, olive skinned young woman was sat on the toilet seat having a pee. It was the splashing sound of water that brought me to my senses. This must be Harriet, I thought. Mumbling my apologies I started to back out of the room, but the girl smiled brightly and said, "Don't mind me, I'm almost finished. You must be Jon…I've heard a lot about you from daddy…and Gina."

"Are you Harriet?" I asked her, still unsure of whether I should go or stay.

The girl nodded, casually reaching between her legs to dry herself with toilet tissue, "Carry on and do what you came in for Jon. Shall I leave you to flush?"

I shook my head dumbly and turned both taps on at the hand basin. My head was spinning even more with this new turn of events. Harriet's hands joined mine under the rushing water as I splashed my face. She gave me a hand towel to dry myself, using one corner to dry her own hands at the same time.

We looked each other up and down. Even in bare feet, Harriet was almost as tall as me, as dark, and as lush as Gina was slim, cool and blonde. Wilson was right. Harriet was simply, statuesquely stunning. And she seemed to be serenely unconcerned at standing entirely nude in front of a total stranger. I couldn't help thinking that somebody had gotten the girls' names wrong. Here in front of me was the Italian-looking one who should be called Gina, and the real Gina should have the 'WASP' name, Harriet.

Harriet placed a fingertip on my chest at about my second shirt button from the top and began to run it button by button downwards. She smiled into my face, showing a perfect set of even white teeth. "My, you are indeed as handsome as Gina says," she murmured. "Tell me, Jon. Is it really true what they say about you black guys?"

"I…I'm not sure what you mean?" I stuttered.

"Rumour has it that you're all hung like horses."

"I'm sure that's only a rumour. I'm no authority on the subject, but my guess is that we come in all shapes and sizes, just like honky guys do."

"Well this would indicate otherwise…" Harriet grinned and nodded in the direction of my abdomen, where my hard rod, still stiff from my encounter with Gina, made a significant bulge in the front of my pants. Her finger had by now reached my belt buckle. In a flash, she had it and my zipper undone and I felt my pants falling to around my knees. With equal dexterity, Harriet flicked my Calvin Klein's off of my hips and down my legs, leaving my erection standing proudly out in the open air.

She cupped the underside of my cock in the palm of her hand and hefted its weight. "Ooooh, Jon!" she sighed in admiration. "That is soooo beautiful!"

We looked down at her small, soft white hand holding my long, black shaft. My head was spinning again. Her fingers only just encircled its girth. She would have needed almost two pairs of hands to hold all of its length at once!

"It's soooo smooth!" Harriet murmured, running her hand right up to the dark purple crown, making me jump, and then back down to the springy pubic hair at the root. "Just hold on for a second." She opened the drawer beside her in the vanity unit. There were all kinds of bottles and jars inside. She selected one and poured some of the liquid into her palm. It was some kind of subtly aromatic massage oil. Humming softly to herself, she rubbed it all over my dick making it glisten like polished ebony. And she anointed my balls as well. 

I reached for her, but she told me to back off. And then Harriet jacked me off, sliding her encircling fingers smoothly up and down my oily throbbing length and fondling my balls with her spare hand until I shot my spurting load into the hand basin and over the splashboard at the back. 

"Still comes out white!" she murmured happily, "And such a lot of it too!"

My fiercely, jolting, pleasure spasms kicked me in the stomach, making my knees buckle and had me hanging on to the nearby towel rail for support. It seemed as though I would never stop cumming! Harriet milked every last drop of sperm from me. And when I finally began to soften, she bent over swiftly and kissed the last tiny droplet oozing from my tip. She wiped the massage oil from her hands on the towel, then kissed me on the cheek and said, "Goodnight, Jon, sleep well."

And then she left me to recover, and clean up!



Shades of Black & White Pt. 2



My mind was still spinning like a top with that evening's incredible events when my head hit the pillow, but I slept like the dead. I found Wilson in the kitchen in the morning. He shot me a hard look and said, "I hear you met up with Harriet last night?"

I nodded my head, "You are right, she is amazing."

"Any other comments...questions?"

I got the feeling that my response could make or break my entire career at the bank. Why should I care what he gets up to with his girls? Gina is twenty, I have learned, and Harriet is eighteen months older. They are both adults, able to make up their own minds whether to go or stay, and they have obviously chosen to stay. Thus far, I had seen no evidence to indicate that Wilson unduly influences their lives. 

I shook my head, "None, Sir, none at all."

"Good!"

Wilson looked neither pleased nor relieved. In fact he showed no emotion whatsoever. He was a man completely in control of his life. A man who didn't really give a fuck what anyone else in the world might think about the relationship between his daughters and himself.

Gina and Harriet came into the room in a storm of feminine chatter and saved their father and I from further exchanges. They obviously had a day at the beach planned, wearing bikinis underneath brightly coloured, loose tank tops and almost see-through wrap-around sarongs. They looked simply breathtaking. And seeing them together for the first time, I couldn't help wondering how one sister came to look so different to the other one. 

Wilson and I got a good morning kiss on the cheek from each of them, then mayhem broke loose as the four of us combined to prepare breakfast. No matter what happens later in my life, I shall never forget that morning. The sunlight poured through the windows painting those two lovely young women with rays of gold. There were laughter and gentle nudges to move to one side from smooth-skinned bare shoulders. Harriet's soft breast pressed briefly against my arm causing a sudden stirring in my loins. Gina wormed between the bench and me and then pushed me out of the way with her ass. I tickled her waist in retaliation and with a shriek, she nearly dropped the jug she was filling with milk. Breakfast smells of toast and coffee and eggs filled the room, as did the warm feeling of wellbeing and companionship. It was absolute magic, especially for me.

Harriet proved she was her father's daughter immediately after the meal by leaning back in her chair and letting out a huge burp. "Daddy, Gina and I aren't going to let you take Jon off to golf today," she announced, "we're going to show him that there's more to the Hamptons than that stuffy club."

Wilson feigned a protestation, but it was clear that he knew he would lose. More proof to me that Gina and Harriet were not totally in his thrall. 

"But," said Gina, eyeing me up and down, "you're not coming with us dressed like that, Jon. Haven't you got something more casual?"

I thought I looked pretty good in my newly purchased Arnold Palmer golf shirt and pants, but they were evidently not 'cool' enough for these two.

"We know a good store in Bridgehampton. Hope you've got your credit card with you?"

An hour later I was 'more suitably' clad in a Nautica T-shirt and Rip Curl surfing shorts, with Arnold Palmer securely stowed in a box under the back seat of the beach buggy. The storeowner wasn't too rapt that Gina and Harriet joined me in the booth while I was trying things on, but that was too bad as far as they were concerned. And the booth was kind of small, which made changing into and out of shorts a very interesting exercise. Especially when certain people became inquisitive about the growing bulge inside my Calvin Klein briefs.

For a while the Gina and Harriet drove around and showed me the Suffolk County sights and then we decided to take a stroll along the wide, white, sand on one of the ocean beaches. As events transpired, it was a bad mistake, but we were not to know that at the time. 

The summer season was still a long way off. Apart someone walking a dog about a mile away, we were the only people on the beach; one black guy hand in hand with two young white women in warm early spring sunshine under a boundless blue sky. If it was possible to ignore the pretentious rich-bitch houses that peeked from behind the dunes, you could imagine you were the first people ever to walk this beach. Both girls agreed that spring and the fall are the best times, and they hate the summer crowds. "Even though some of the parties are amazing," Gina observed.

"Jon, you're very different from all the black guys we have ever met before, especially the ones at Julliard." That was Harriet.

"But some of them are reeeally cute!" Gina grinned.

"You mean because I don't talk like a 'bruthuh' and act like I come from 'da hood'?" I answered. "I can do that stuff if I want to, but I guess in most ways I'm simply a white guy living inside a black skin."

"How come...just because you work at the bank?" Gina asked.

"Nah... Long, long story..."

"Do tell..."

"Well, first of all my full name is Jonathan Matthew Senzangakona Buxton...quite a mouthful isn't it...ethnically I am a full-blooded Zulu from South Africa..."

"Wow! But, you talk like an American..." Harriet again.

"That's because I grew up here. When I was a small child, I was called Senzangakona. He was a tribal chief in the old days, the father of Shaka, who created the Zulu nation and conquered half of Southern Africa. My mother and I lived in KwaZulu, the so-called Homeland under the white apartheid government that ruled South Africa at the time.

"Stephen and Cheryl Buxton, my 'parents', were English people, missionaries working in KwaZulu for an American Baptist Church group out of Oklahoma. How that came about is an even longer story and I won't go into it now. The names Jonathan and Matthew came from their fathers' names. Anywise, the Buxtons upset the South African authorities rather badly with their support for the overthrow of apartheid and were ordered to leave the country. At about the same time the, mainly Bantu, African National Congress and the Zulu were in a political dogfight over who should rule the country when the white government fell, as it eventually had to. And, as often happens in Africa, things between tribes got violent; to the extent that a war party of ANC supporters raided our township one day and my mother was one of those killed. I was her only child and about two at the time. She covered me with her body and let them kill her to save me."

"Ohhh, how awful!" That was Gina. "But, what about your father?"

"I don't know who he is. He and my mother weren't married. I think he was...probably still is...working in the goldmines in the Transvaal. He probably doesn't even know he has a son.

"The Buxtons took me in and looked after me. When things got too hot for them to stay in The Republic, they fled through Mozambique taking me with them. That was the safest route for them although the civil war was still going on in that country. They went to England for a short time, where they formally adopted me, and then came to America to work at their missionary organisation's headquarters. They have been here ever since and became US citizens along the way. They can't have any children of their own so I am their 'only child'.

"As you can imagine, I led a very sheltered life with them, in a kind of rural, very religious environment. University life and then New York blew me away! Mom and Dad started training me to become a missionary with the idea of sending me back to Africa when I was old enough. But, I disappointed them. I became fascinated with math and computers, and then in the way business systems work and I switched my university courses without telling them. That caused a bit of a ruckus I can tell you! But, they are good, kind people and they let me go my own way in the end. I love them both very much."

Harriet asked, "Daddy says you have an Aunt in New York."

"Oh, she is a nice lady. But in reality, she's only a person my parents knew for years in Oklahoma, who moved to New York when her daughter came here to work. The daughter is married now, so there's a spare room in Mrs Jerome's apartment."

"Have you ever been back to Africa?"

"Only the once; before I came to New York. I thought I would get a buzz from going back to my roots, you know, a feeling of homecoming. But they treated me like an alien and I felt like one as well. I'm not in a hurry to go back. Believe it or not, I felt more at home with you guys and your dad this morning than at any time in Africa."

That got me two pairs of bikini clad breasts pressed against my bare arms and kisses on each cheek.

"Tell me, has your dad ever brought Abe Zimmerman down here?"

Harriet answered, "Yes, of course. Why do you want to know?"

"Just curious..."

The two young women exchanged amused looks.

"Well, I just wondered why Wilson asked me down here in the first place," I continued, "and it occurred to me that he might be into the 'WASP being nice to minorities' scene...you know, 'let's be sociable with Jews and blacks, etcetera.'

Both of them thought what I'd just said was quite amusing, but at the same time, I got a roasting from Harriet for selling Wilson short. "Daddy doesn't think that way. He wouldn't have asked you down here if he didn't like you! In fact, he must like you more than a little bit...none of the others he's invited has gotten this close to us."

I knew what that meant and I mumbled an apology.

"And as for us being WASPs! Shit! Gina and I are half-breed Wops! Mom is Sicilian! When daddy was in the Airforce, one of his best buddies was an Italian guy. Daddy got invited to Carlo's home one time, where he met mom. She was Carlo's second cousin, or something like that. She and dad fell in love on the spot and started seeing each other whenever he was on furlough. It didn't go down well with her family; she, of course, being Catholic and him a Protestant. But, mom and daddy were determined and ended up getting married. Sad to say, mom's family disowned her and we have had nothing to do with them; even after she fell ill. They are quite poor, but Sicilian proud, and daddy surreptitiously helps them out with money via Carlo; they don't know to this day that it comes from us..."

It must have been the mention of money, but just then, I realised that I had left my credit cards and wallet with all my cash in the pocket of the Arnold Palmer pants. We had been walking for a good fifteen minutes and it would be a pain in the butt to have to go back and get them. But that box under the buggy's back seat wasn't locked and the risk of having the cash and cards stolen was too great. Gina and Harriet said it was ok and that they would sit on the beach and wait for me to get back. So, I set off at a steady trot along the harder sand at the edge of the surf.

My run back was at a considerably higher pace. When I got back down to the beach I saw in the distance that eight or nine people surrounded Gina and Harriet and the body language did not look good. When I got closer, I made out that there were seven guys and two females, all of them around twenty years old. And Gina and Harriet were being hassled physically as well as verbally.

The group parted like the Red Sea when I arrived on the scene leaving me facing the one who was clearly their leader. From Wilson's description, and the very similar-looking girl standing close by him, I didn't need rocket science to figure out that these two were the Tremaine twins. Tremaine and I stared at each other. Hostility crackled in the air.

It was a sneak attack. Who hit me or what he or she hit me with was academic. All I got to hear was Tramaine's sardonic, "So, the big black stud has arrived to..." when my head exploded with stars. My next memory was slowly waking up face down with jackhammers taking my skull apart from the inside and a steady trickle of blood dripping from above my left ear onto the sand. I staggered to my knees. The world turned upside down wildly and I ended up eating sand again. It was then that I dumped my breakfast onto the beach.

I climbed upright again. This time I almost made it to my feet before I fell over, but managing to stumble for a couple of paces so that I didn't land in my own vomit. On the way down the realisation sunk in that Gina and Harriet had disappeared. And so had the people who had been bothering them.

I lay on my face for a few more minutes assimilating this information as best as I could through the manic pounding in my head. Then I had another go at standing up. This time I made it, swaying like a drunk to be sure, with the sky spinning around my head. But I was upright!

I saw the tracks leading up through the dunes where Gina and Harriet had been dragged off. It looked as though they had put up a good fight. My blood began to boil. For the first time in my life, my Zulu warrior heritage took me over.

Visions of massed black-skinned regiments stripped for battle flooded though my mind, distinguishable from each other only by their different coloured ox hide shields and feathered head-dresses. They stamped the African earth in unison until the dust clouds became an all-enveloping red fog and chanted their paean to Shaka their king, "Bayete! Bayete! Bayete!" 

I found myself running, following my enemy's tracks. Zulu Impi often ran for fifty miles and more and then went straight into battle. As they ran they beat the backs of their shields with their short stabbing spears in such unison that the first Europeans to hear them thought that they were listening to an approaching steam train. At the last second the warriors would fall silent as if turned off by a switch and their enemies' guts would turn to water in the certain knowledge that they were about to die. 

My ancestors' very essence surged through my veins. Jonathan Matthew Senzangakona Buxton went to war.

I followed the spoor to the back of a large house that was set back from the beach. There was no mistaking the signs of people being dragged against their will. Close to the house, I found Harriet's sarong where it had been ripped from her body and cast aside. I heard voices. They seemed to come from a complex of rooms that led off from a garage that had a Porsche 911 parked to one side. There was enough space in there for another five like that one. Blood still poured from the wound on my head, staining my shirt and plopping softly onto the concrete floor. I made my way silently towards the voices, searching for a suitable weapon along the way. I found it leaning against the wall just inside the passageway. Not an assegai, but a wooden baseball bat. This would do!

I found the first group in what appeared to be a recreation room. Harriet was spread-eagled naked on a billiards table with a guy holding her down by the wrists. Justin Tremaine was knelt between her legs with his ass rapidly pumping as he raped her. His sister Wendy stood by Harriet's side holding the cutting edge of a long knife to her right nipple. The other girl stood close up behind Wendy. It looked as though she had both of her hands inside the waistband at the front of Wendy's skirt, fondling her lower belly. A big blonde guy stood on the other side, stroking his hard cock in his fist whilst he watched Tremaine's sliding in and out of Harriet's pussy. Blondie was obviously set to be next in line. All five were so intent on what they were doing; not one of them noticed me slip around the door behind them.

I fell upon my foes in silence, just like my forefathers did with their victims nearly two centuries before. Justin Tremaine took the full force of the baseball bat across his lower back and kidneys. Groaning and writhing in agony, he fell away from Harriet and toppled from the billiards table onto the floor. Bayete!

His sister turned on me with the knife and I slammed her just under the sternum with the heel of the bat handle. She dropped the knife and reeled away into a corner spewing her heart out. Bayete!

Wendy's girlfriend tried to come at me with that Kung Fu crap. The meat of the bat took her on the forearm and there was the snap of breaking bones followed by a shrill scream of pain and horror. I gave her another tap, this time on the point of the shoulder. She went down. Bayete!

The big blonde guy tried to make a run for it, but I brought him down with a hefty ankle trip and then crunched both of his kneecaps for good measure. Bayete!

The one that had been holding Harriet's wrists made a break for freedom as well. When Shaka Zulu went into battle, he fought to totally annihilate his enemies. His spirit drove me now. I smashed the son of a bitch to the floor and broke his bones mercilessly. Bayete! 

Harriet opened her tightly clenched eyelids and stared at me in amazement. I must have been quite a sight with the streams of blood pouring from my head and spraying the room as I wielded the baseball bat. "They took Gina upstairs!" she cried. "Go and help her Jonathon, I'll take care of these bastards!"

The steady creak of bedsprings led me to where the four remaining guys had taken Gina. The creaking stopped for a few seconds as I crept silently up the stairs and then resumed. I peered around the door. Gina had apparently decided that resistance was hopeless and had lain there like a piece of dead meat while the men took her. 

One guy had clearly just finished as he was stood to one side wiping his genitals with a handkerchief. The other three were raping Gina. She was lying face down on top of one of them, who had his cock thrusting deep up in her pussy. A second one was trying to force his cock into her ass. Her slack-jawed, cum streaked face hung over the side of the bed where the fourth guy was trying to make her suck his softening cock back to life. 

The tableau froze as I burst into the bedroom. The guy trying to fuck Gina's ass got the bat between his legs, pulping his nuts. Bayete!

A two-handed backhand Andre Agassi would have been proud of caught the one cleaning his dick right under the jaw and there was a satisfying crunch of breaking teeth. Bayete!

The brave man who had fucked Gina's mouth once and was trying for a second go almost made it to the top of the stairs before I caught up with him and helped him on his way with a slam between the shoulder blades. He lay in a still, crumpled heap where he landed at the bottom of the flight. Bayete!

Gina had rolled away from the last of her attackers when I re-entered the room. He cowered on the bed begging me not to hit him. I stood over him for a few moments slapping the baseball bat into the palm of my hand, letting him squirm. Was this the cowardly fuck that hit me from behind? I beat him without pity until he passed out from the pain. Bayete!

I helped Gina down the stairs, supporting her with one arm around her waist. They guy I had given flying lessons to was moving feebly. One of his ankles was at a strange angle and he appeared to have a couple of broken ribs. Gina kicked him in the chest on her way past. Bayete!

Harriet, a naked Amazon queen ready to deal out pain to anyone who made a wrong move, stood in the midst of the carnage in the games-room swinging a golf driver she had found. Her magnificent chest heaved and her eyes glowed with blood lust. When she saw that I had Gina with me, she smiled a fierce smile. "Time I practised my swing!" she announced, kicking Tremaines's legs apart. Then she let him have it. "Fore!" she cried and then spat in his face. Tramaine was lucky his inner thigh took most of the force, or she would have killed him.

"Bayete!" I murmured.

"Now for you Miss Wendy!" Harriet snarled grabbing Tremaine's sister by the hair and dragging her over to the billiards table. Gina helped her sister throw the girl up onto the table where between them they ripped her skirt and panties off. Her pussy was totally bare, without a vestige of hair. Taking one ankle each, they pulled Wendy's legs wide open. Harriet looked at my crotch; "It is your right, Senzangakona, as a victorious warrior!"




Shades of Black & White Pt. 2



Harriet had observed that I had an erection, an external manifestation of the adrenaline still coursing though my body. I dropped my shorts and underpants to the floor, kicked them to one side and stepped forward between Wendy's legs. The girl raised her head and gazed in mixture of horror and terror at my hugely stiff, black phallus. For a second my Christian upbringing by the Buxton's wormed into my mind, 'Two wrongs do not make a right' it said. Then I cast that thought aside and aimed the head of my cock at Wendy's gaping vaginal opening.

Wendy screamed and whimpered as I thrust rhythmically deeper and deeper into her channel until my pubic bone ground against hers and my balls slapped against her ass. This act was not passion, lust, or even a need for release. It was revenge for Gina and Harriet and the final humiliation of our foes. "Bayete!" I shouted as I filled her womb with my seed.



Shades of Black & White Pt. 3



We gathered as much of Gina and Harriet's clothing as we could find and then, partially dressed as well as we could manage, we made a bare-assed Wendy ferry us to the Wilsons' house in the Porsche. I had to give Gina my shorts because we couldn't find either her bikini bottoms or her sarong and she didn't want to wear any of Wendy's stuff. I sat in the front of the car with Wendy and watched my glistening cum seep out of her pussy and stain her seat as she drove.

Wilson was out somewhere, probably playing golf, because the BMW wasn't in the garage. Wendy got out of the car with us and begged me to be allowed to stay. She even dropped to her knees in front of me on the garage floor and pulled my Calvin Klein's down to try to get my cock in her mouth. 

"My, my!" Gina murmured, taking Wendy by the hair and rubbing the girl's face into my genitals. "It looks like somebody's fallen in love with Senzangakona's big black dick!"

"Hmmmm!" Harriet mused; pushing Wendy on the shoulder with her foot and making her tumble prostrate onto the concrete. "Let's face it, she is pretty good in bed. And daddy would enjoy her too. Let her stay?" She looked enquiringly at her sister.

Gina shrugged, "Oh sure! I know you can't get enough of her pussy, sister mine! Yep, I say let her stay. What about you?" Gina looked to me.

A curtain was being pulled aside to reveal things about these two that I had never suspected. I wanted to know more. "Yes, let her stay, "I agreed.

We were cleaned up and dressed in fresh clothes when Wilson got back just after dusk. Wendy also driven us down to pick up the beach buggy and to take me to a clinic to get stitches put in the two cuts on the back and side of my head, twenty-eight in all. 

"Bart, the guy who was trying the fuck my ass, was the one who sapped you. He hit you for the second time when you were down, " Gina told me as we left the clinic, "we thought he'd killed you."

"No chance, that's all good African bone!" I joked, then winced with the pain from unthinkingly tapping my head near one of the sets of stitches. Nevertheless, I was kind of pleased that the likelihood of Bart ever fathering children, or even getting an erection again was somewhat remote. I gave it everything when I smashed him in the balls.

Wilson was all for calling the cops when he learned of the day's events, but allowed himself to be persuaded against it by his two lovely daughters rubbing sexily against him and generally making themselves irresistible.

"It's not as if Harriet and I hadn't slept with Justin and Wendy and their gang before," Gina told him, sticking her tongue in his ear. "They thought that Jonathon had left us for good when he ran off and just wanted us to party with them this afternoon. They particularly like watching Harriet and me getting it on with Wendy and her dyke friend Jodie before they join in. They only went ballistic when we said 'no' because Jonathon was coming back.

"And our hero turned into a full-on Zulu warrior and took them to pieces big time. You should have seen him; he was awesome! Several of them will be in hospital for days; he hurt them so badly. But they won't make any trouble. Rape is something their families won't want let out in public.

"Besides, sweet daddy, we've got a special present for you…" 

Gina told her father to wait where he was, and then she left the room. A few moments later she came back with Wendy, who was utterly naked apart from a wide, steel-studded leather dog collar around her neck attached to a halter. She took the girl right up to her father and made him bend down so that all three of their heads were close together and whispered something that Harriet and I could not catch. Wilson grinned broadly and took the halter from his daughter to lead Wendy from the room.

"What did you say to him?" Harriet asked her sister when the couple had left.

"Only the truth…that Wendy loves it up the ass." She smiled at me, "That's the only thing Harriet and I don't do, and why Bart was so intent on doing it to me this afternoon, I guess. But…" She licked her lips and looked towards my groin, "with a tiny bit of persuasion I might change my mind."

Gina linked her arms with her sister's and mine, "C'mon, daddy should be all lubed up with K-Y by now and ready to rock. Let's go and see!"

Wilson was indeed 'ready to rock', as Gina had put it. He was kneeling naked on his bed behind Wendy, who was poised on her hands and knees awaiting his anal assault. Wilson's long fat cock stuck out all shiny with the lubricating jelly from beneath his pendulous, hairy belly and it looked as though he was about to start pushing it into her equally lubed-up asshole. And The Man didn't bat an eyelid when his two daughters and I trooped into his room to watch!

Harriet pressed her soft pillows against my arm and whispered into my ear, "This is gonna be new territory for Miss Wendy. Bart gives it to her in the ass quite a lot, he can't get a hard-on for 'normal' sex, but his dick is nowhere near as big as daddy's is."

That proved to be the case at first. Wendy whimpered and howled with pain as Wilson forced his way past her sphincter, but soon he was buried deep in her rectum and she was riding his shaft and letting out low, guttural moans of pleasure.

"I told you she loves it up the ass," Gina murmured quietly. She was licking her lips continually. Her eyes shone brightly, transfixed at the sight of the writhing couple. "That is soooo hot!" she sighed.

Wilson pulled at Wendy's collar, forcing her head back. She arched her spine, impaling her body harder on Wilson's thrusting cock. "Aaaaargh, yes, Master!" she groaned, "You're cock is so awesome! Fuck me good, Master! Fill my belly with your cum! But not too soon!"

Gina let out a sobbing sigh and her knees seemed to buckle a little. Harriet moved alongside her utterly distracted sister. For a few moments, she supported Gina with an arm around her waist, but then I saw her free hand dextrously undo the brass button at her waist and slide Gina's zipper down. I fully expected to see Harriet's hand disappear into the front of her sister's panties, but I was wrong. She moved her arm from around Gina's waist and began pushing her jeans and panties down at the back, slowly revealing the top of her firm, white, rounded buns and the deep cleft between them.

I held my breath as Harriet pushed Gina's jeans and panties down further. She slid her hand into Gina's panties, pressing her fingers down and between Gina's cheeks. Harriet's hand moved lower and under. Gina moaned softly. I could see by her position and her movements that Harriet was caressing her sister's anal pucker.

Gina leaned against her taller sibling, "Ohhhh, stop it, Harriet, you're making me so wet!" she sighed.

Harriet smiled, "Your pussy too?" she asked, "'Cos you're getting lovely and juicy right here!"

Gina jumped a little and gasped, making me wonder if Harriet had invaded her asshole with a fingertip.

Harriet motioned me closer. I heard her murmur, "Tell me sister mine, did you mean it when you said downstairs that you might be persuaded to change your mind about taking it up the ass?"

"It looks so hot the way daddy's doing it to Wendy," Gina sighed weakly.

Harriet motioned me with a nod of her head to go and get the open tub of K-Y jelly from where it stood on top of Wilson's bedside cabinet. The Man ignored me as I picked it up. He was too wrapped up in fucking Wendy's anal tunnel to be bothered by anything I might get up to.

When I returned to the sisters, Harriet had already got Gina's nether garments completely off her and had her positioned with her legs apart, leaning across her father's tall chest of drawers. Her bare, white ass was so enticing I almost dropped the K-Y when handing it to Harriet.

"Get out of your clothes quickly, before Gina changes her mind! All of them!" Harriet directed.

I watched Harriet liberally coat her sister's anal opening with the slippery goop while I shucked my shirt, pants and briefs off. When I was completely naked, Harriet turned her attentions to my rock hard cock. Gina turned her head to look.

"Jesus!" she wailed in an awed tone, "I said I might do it with a little persuasion, but that thing is fucking enormous!"

Harriet had me covered in an instant. Impatiently, she positioned my bulging crown at her sister's tiny, tight entrance. "No going back now, sister mine," she ordered.

I pushed steadily into Gina's crack. I made no progress. She was too small. I was afraid of hurting her. 

Harriet ran her hand down my spine, right down from the back of my neck and between my clenched buttocks. A finger jabbed into my asshole making me jerk. The head of my cock popped past Gina's sphincter. She hissed under her breath with pain and bit her lower lip until the blood ran. Harriet kissed her sister's cheek. "The worst is over, Hon," she murmured lovingly, "time to have some fun."

We took it real slow. I didn't push into Gina; I grasped her hips and leaned into her. Tenth of an inch by tenth of an inch my shining ebony shaft disappeared between her pale white buttocks, sinking deeper, ever deeper. 

Harriet caressed us both all the while, her sister's trembling belly and my anal pucker. When my rough, springy pubic bush finally met up with Gina's ass-crack Harriet slid her hand lower to find her sister's clit. At the same time she slid a finger smoothly into my anus and pumped it gently in there. I was not all that sure I liked her doing that; it was the first time I had ever been penetrated in that way. At least she did not kill my erection.

Gina reacted to her sister's probing fingers. Her rectum moved on my cock, gripping, massaging, and sliding imperceptibly back and forth. I had never been anywhere as hot and tight as this before. I stayed still, allowing her to fuck me with her ass. Her movements got wilder and wilder. She was huffing and panting, and muttering incoherently deep in her throat. A coughing scream of ecstasy rang out behind us followed immediately by a loud shout from Wilson. The pair on the bed had reached their climax. 

Their animal cries of pleasure brought Gina to her peak. She arched her back, pressing her ass hard against my belly, "Cum, Jon! Oh Jesus! Fuck! Please cum with me! OOOOOooer! Ah! Ah! Ah! I'mmmmmm! Jesuuuuuus! Aaaaaaaargh!"

The tide of semen had already started to rise in my scrotum, but Gina's sphincter clamped so hard around my shaft with the force of her orgasm all desire to ejaculate left me. Indeed, the pain caused me by her anal ring's fierce spasms made me begin to wonder if she could cut my cock off!

I held still until the turmoil in Gina's innards subsided. It took a long time. Harriet supported her sister to stop her collapsing to the floor when I was finally able to withdraw, then took her gently away to her dad's en suite to recover. With my stiff cock still stuck out in front of me, I started to make my way to 'my own' bathroom. Just as I was about to leave the room, I heard Wilson clear his throat. I turned to look at him. He was sat on the side of his bed with his elbows resting on his knees. Wendy sprawled face down and legs akimbo on the counterpane beside him, apparently still 'out of it.'

"That's one hell of a pecker you got there my friend," he growled. He half-turned and caressed Wendy's curved ass absently, "This one here'll love it when you put it where the sun don't shine…" As if to prove his words, Wendy opened her eyes and stuck out her tongue to wiggle it lasciviously in the direction of my groin. "Harriet too," Wilson continued, "only she'll see you fuck everyone else before she plucks up the courage…always been that way…just don't do any damage, you mind!"

I nodded acknowledgement and left to was Gina's bodily residues from me.

Chapter 5

Wilson was wrong though. Harriet joined me just as I was soaping Gina's ass juices from my shaft.

"How is she?" I asked.

"Oh, she's fine. Whacked out, but can't stop babbling about how fantastic your cock felt up inside her and the enormous orgasm I gave her with my fingers. She's gonna be sore as hell for a couple of days though." Harriet reached out and slid her cupped hand up and down my hard soapy length. She pressed her full pillows against me, "It was amazing you know, watching this big black thing disappear into my sister's peachy little ass. I got so wet my panties are still sticking to me!

"I've got an idea…let's take a bath, just you and me…" Harriet pushed the bathroom door shut with her foot and then locked it. "Just you and me..."

We started off sitting at opposite ends in the warm water, but Harriet soon scooted down the bath on her ass to be closer to me. I devoured her magnificent body with my eyes while she soaped my chest and shoulders. She wouldn't let me touch her though. My cock stuck up out of the water between us like the mast of a sunken ship. When she leaned closer to reach around and soap my back, the undersides of her breasts bumped against my plum coloured crown. Harriet grasped my shaft, then leaning forward slightly, ran the underside of my glans around and over each swollen aureola in turn. Her nipples rose harder, like fat pencil erasers.

"Ummmmmm! That is delicious!" she breathed, looking up into my face. "This is the most wonderful piece of meat I have ever met in my life!" Her eyes sparkled. Her cheeks were flushed. She grinned wickedly, "And I'll bet you didn't know it's a damned fine cure for constipation! The first thing Gina did when I got her to daddy's bathroom was to have a good crap!"

She took hold of her wondrous boobs and, crushing them together and forming a tunnel clasped them around my cock-head. She pressed forward and kissed me. Our tongues twined, I humped my tingling glans on her breastbone, my heart pounded, my sap started rising. Harriet sensed my impending explosion and pulled away. She kissed my throbbing tip, almost sending me over the edge. "Don't be impatient, Lord Senzangakona," she murmured, "it is time for you to do me."

Harriet turned away and got to her knees at her end of the bath. Indicating a large bottle of baby oil she had placed on the floor close by, she told me to, "Oil me all over."

I started at her shoulders and swiftly moved down over her chest. Harriet knelt upright and leaned back against me, tilting her head back with eyes closed to rest on my shoulder. The base of my shaft nestled between the plump, firm cheeks of her ass. The rest of me pressed into her spine. I oiled her breasts, tweaking and rolling her nipples in my slippery fingers. 

"Oh, shit, that is sooo beautiful!" Harriet sighed hotly and rubbed her tush back harder against me. 

I played with her bust for a little while longer then, taking more oil, I moved down over her belly. Harriet's chest heaved with her deep, ragged breathing. I rubbed another palm-full of oil into her pubic bush. Harriet didn't believe in shaving or trimming her lower crowning glory, and her hairs were wonderfully dense and lush. I oiled the insides of her thighs, teasing her, almost but not quite touching her humid core. Finally I parted her distended labia and pulled back her hood with the fingers of one hand and, with the other, found the hard, erect nubbin of her clit.

Harriet came almost immediately, her rigid body trembling against my chest. "You bastard! That was so mean!" she groaned warmly as her internal convulsions subsided. She licked my cheek, "But, I ain't finished with you yet, Mister!"

I grinned and found her clit once more. Five, six, seven swift butterfly-wing flicks and she was cumming again, not as hard as before, but fiercely enough to draw an anguished squeak of pleasure from between her clenched teeth.

She leaned forward, resting with her hands on the edge of the bath while the latest set of spasms diminished. I couldn't resist her dangling globes, hefting their voluptuous weight, cupping their hard tips in my palms and caressing their full rounded curves in sweeping, swirling twirls. Harriet let out a sobbing groan that resonated around the bathroom walls. She pressed her butt-crack against my erection and rotated her hips enticingly, "This is awesome, Jonathan, but you haven't oiled my back yet!" she reminded me.

I started at her shoulders again, working down her perfectly flawless skin to her narrowing waist and then to the wondrous flare of her hips. I oiled the outsides of her thighs and kneaded it sensually into the muscular flesh of her buttocks. I drizzled oil onto her tailbone. She gasped convulsively at the sensation of the rich liquid sliding down the inside of her crack. I followed it with my fingers, stimulating her anal entrance with insistent circular movements and making her anxiously ready for penetration.

Harriet hissed, "Yessss! Oh! Yessss!" and arched her spine. I slid my index and long middle fingers simultaneously into the welcoming, satin heat of her anus, stretching her ring and oiling her inner entrance. "Oh Godddd! Jon! Give me your cock!" she begged, "Now! Now! Oh, Please! Now!" 

I swiftly anointed my shaft with baby oil using my free hand, then placed my cock at her entrance. Withdrawing my fingers, I instantly replaced them with my mushroom crown. I slipped inside her easily, but Harriet still cried out with pain. I gave her a few minutes respite to get used to my presence, then pushed ahead.

With only a third of my length inside, she said, "That's enough! I feel so full! I want us to fuck now, Jon!"

I caressed her lustrous body rocked my hips, almost withdrawing and then re-entering her channel. Almost inevitably, my cock sank deeper and deeper into her body, but Harriet seemed to take no notice. I swooped my fingers down her belly to find her clit. Harriet bucked and squirmed with pleasure against me, forcing me deeper yet into her clinging tunnel. 

Suddenly, with only minimal warning, I felt the manic pulsing in my groin that signalled my climax. Harriet sensed my predicament and my imperceptible move to withdraw. "No, Jon! Stay!" she cried. I would have been too late anyway. In an instant I was flooding her gut with a pounding flood that seemed to go on and on and on. 

Chapter 6

It was the most incredible bedroom I had ever seen. In total floor area, it was almost as big as Mrs Jerome's entire apartment! In reality, it was three already large rooms in one with three doorways along the hallway wall. Four king size double beds with several multicoloured single duvets and pillows strewn across them stood in a group at the centre of the room. Suspended overhead was a sturdy frame bearing arrangement of spotlights and mirrors and what looked like some Bose Lifestyle hi-fi speakers. Harriet explained: "When they built this house, our parents decided that Gina and I should share a room until we decided to leave home. But they also made sure that we had plenty of space. At first, we had single beds at opposite ends. But, when we grew up and daddy showed us the potential of another arrangement, we got him to set it up like this. If he ever sells the house he'll have the partitions put in."

We crawled into the centre of the complex and snuggled under a couple of the duvets. It was like lying on the deck of an aircraft carrier! Harriet retrieved a remote control from under one of the pillows and adjusted the lighting to a low, rosy glow. Rhythmic music softly began to fill the room. It sounded like St Germaine.

"You see, Gina and I can be as far apart as we like..." 

Harriet cuddled up close to me and ran her hand down my belly to the dormant black snake laid between my legs. It began to stir. 

"Or, we can get as close to each other as we want..."

Her sensual caresses coaxed me back to full hardness. 

"And if daddy or a special friend or two wants to pay a visit there is plenty of room."

I recalled the faint cry that woke me up on the night of my first stay here.




Shades of Black & White Pt. 3



She asked, "When you were with Gina, how did you feel about me putting my finger inside you?"

"It was my first time…I'm not sure…"

"You were very tense…we females have to put up with being entered all the time."

Harriet smiled and ducked under my duvet. Resting her cheek on my belly she licked and suckled on the head of my cock for a few moments. She cupped my balls in her hand, rolling them gently in her fingers.

I tried to get her to turn so that I could use my tongue on her, but she said, "No, my tummy is still in a bit of a turmoil." She did not cum with me earlier, my sperm flooding her bowel had acted on her like an enema and she'd had to make a frantic dash to the toilet. I allayed her mortification at the odour by telling her that I'd met far worse in the townships in KwaZulu.

She licked and gave me nibbling kisses down the length of my shaft to my balls. She pushed my legs apart and tenderly took each one into her mouth to lave it with her tongue. I felt a fingernail lightly scratch the sensitive area behind my sac. My cock leapt convulsively in response. I felt her amused chuckle through the testicle residing in her mouth at that moment, the weirdest sensation imaginable!

The finger probed lower. I forced myself to relax, although it was not easy. I felt my anal opening being massaged and an enquiring pressure at the centre, but no penetration. The finger left me but returned seconds later, it felt wetter, more slippery. I assumed that Harriet had wet it in her mouth, but she told me later that she'd gathered some of the abundant moisture flowing between her thighs. 

The pressure returned. The finger entered my ass. I distinctly felt her knuckle spread my sphincter as it slid past. Her mouth returned to my cock and enveloped the throbbing head, sucking, licking, and caressing. Harriet didn't pump her finger in me as I expected. Instead, she crooked her finger rhythmically as though she was trying to massage the inside of my belly. A warm feeling of pleasure flooded my groin. Her head bobbed as she took my cock deep in here throat and then released me. She gently raked the sensitive underside of my glans with her teeth and my cum boiled from me in thick wild spurts. Harriet prolonged the delicious agony of my aftershocks for as long as I could take it, and then she released me. Losing her finger from inside left me feeling somehow empty.

Harriet snuggled up alongside me, crushing her amazing breasts into my chest and rubbing her soft belly against my hip. Wordlessly she demanded a kiss. I found out why when she gave transferred some of my cum into my mouth with her tongue. "It was awesome feeling you cum!" she murmured. "Your whole insides went crazy. I didn't know that happened with men as well."

I was astounded. "Is that the first time you've done that?"

She nodded, "Apart from this afternoon…but you didn't cum then."

"Gina was gripping me so hard she stopped me…but, what were you doing with your finger? It felt really good!"

"Ooooh, great! I hit the right spot! I hoped I was massaging your prostate. A gay guy at college told me his partner does it all the time to him."

"Sheeeitt!"

At that moment, the door opened and Gina and Wendy, smelling freshly of shower gel and as naked as jaybirds, came in with their arms around each other's waist. They joined us on the bed, cuddling up to form a delightful, smooth-skinned, nubile menage a quatre. 

"And what've you two horny bitches been up to?" Harriet asked them.

"Judging by the smell under here," Gina lifted Harriet's duvet and inhaled deeply, "just about what you've been doing, sister mine…daddy's feeling no pain right now!" Gina slid a hand beneath my cover and was visibly disappointed to find a comatose penis.

"Don't you worry," Harriet reassured her, "he's a strong boy and he'll be ready to pleasure your hot little pussy before you know it…or your ass, if you want more."

"Hmmmm, maybe sometime…but I still feel like I've got a red hot poker jammed up there right now!" Gina carried on with caressing my tool, "So, Jonathan, how's about you tell us some more about that Shaka guy?"

"I don't know a heck of a lot more…but I do know that his mother wasn't a Zulu, her name was Nandi and she came from the Langeni clan. She was betrothed to Senzangakona, but he jumped the gun if you like and made her pregnant before they 'tied the knot'. Shaka was the result.

"Apparently, Nandi was a bit of a shrew and Senzangakona finally got fed up with her and sent her back to her clan. Arriving home with an illegitimate kid was a big loss of face and they were treated very badly, even though she was the daughter of one of the head honchos, but he was dead and couldn't protect her. She grew to hate her own people and brought Shaka up in that same vein."

"Sounds like Mom's family," Gina said. "Oh, sorry, didn't mean to interrupt…"

"No probs, darlin'…so, when Shaka got older he invented the short stabbing spear he is famous for, and proved it, and his own personal courage by killing the chief of the Butelezi clan in one-on-one combat…strangely enough, the Butelezi are now the dominant force in KwaZulu. 

"Dingiswayo, Shaka's boss, put Shaka on the fast promotion track and, when Senzangakona died he gave Shaka the Zulu clan. This was all Shaka needed. He developed his ideas on organising warriors into regiments based on their age groups and went from strength to strength on battle tactics. And, when the time was right, he destroyed the Langeni. He had all of them killed, men, women, children, everyone, except for the 1200 young virgins he took home to become his harem."

"Sheeeitt!" Wendy breathed, "that Shaka guy must have been some stud!"

"Well, no, this was the crazy bit. Shaka was so scared of fathering a kid who would eventually knock him off…

Harriet nudged Gina with her elbow, "What was that you were saying about Mom's family? Sorry…"

"You will grovel later, sweet thing…" I assured her, "so Shaka never ever had proper sex with any of those chicks…he called them his 'sisters'. In fact, historians believe that he never had sexual intercourse in his entire life!"

"What a crock!" Gina grumbled. "So how did he get his rocks off? Was he gay?"

"No, they say he used to practice a kind of sex the Africans call ukuHobonga…he even made that the rule among his unmarried regiments…transgress and you got an assegai up your ass, figuratively speaking. As far as I could find out when I was out there, ukuHobonga is a non-penetration way of getting together that's still practised by upper class unmarried young couples today…like the girl stays a virgin?"

"So, how does that work?"

"Once again, I'm not all that sure, they didn't want to talk about it much. I got the impression that the couple lie on their side with the guy in behind the girl, and he puts his cock in between her legs and rubs the head of it on the opening to her vagina."

"Hey! Wasn't that what happened to Lois Pilkington?" Wendy whooped. "She wasn't allowed on birth control because they are Catholics. An' her boyfriend dumped his load just where Jon says and one of the little buggers swam in all the way and knocked her up!"

"That's right!" Harriet exclaimed. "Her dumb parents freaked when the doctor told them that Lois was still a virgin and they thought it was the Second Coming or something!"

"Talking about cumming," Wendy murmured lasciviously in Harriet's ear, "I got this little itch that needs scratching…wanna help me out?"

Harriet's voice took on a dark, husky tone, "Didn't you get enough of that from daddy?" 

"Not the kind that you can give me, Hon…how about it? I'm sure Jon'll enjoy the show…"

"Aw shit, Wendy!" Gina chimed in, "why don't you get a life! I wanna hear more about that Shaka guy!"

"Oooooh! Listen to you! Did your daddy wear your sweet little pussy out this evening, Sugar?"

"Take no notice of her, Jon. What happened to him? And you, Miss Wendy, do I have to remind you of your status here?" Gina's voice softened, "Besides, if you wait for a while, just imagine how big your 'little itch' will be, and how good it'll feel getting it taken care of!"

"Ooooh, yeah!" Wendy lay back down again to listen, but she kept a hand under Harriet's duvet, toying with her tits.

I finished off my account; "Shaka was a ruthless s.o.b. And they say millions of people died while he laid waste to a good part of Southern Africa. Eventually, some of the chiefs of the clans he brought voluntarily into his empire tired of all the killing, and, also, they distrusted Shaka for his cooperation with the British, who were taking over large chunks of land. One day at a big ceremony, one of them stabbed Shaka in his side and nearly finished him.

"You could say that that was the beginning of the end. When he recovered, after a lot of nursing by a British missionary and his wife, Shaka was even more paranoid and had people knocked off at the slightest excuse. Then three years later, his mother Nandi died. In his grief, Shaka ordered that seven people be killed in her honour. But things got out of hand, not Shaka's doing though, and in the end seven thousand were put to death."

"Jeeeesus!" Gina breathed.

"Shaka's kingdom began to fall to pieces big time after that. In the end, having tricked Shaka into sending his elite 'praetorian guard' away to deal with an 'uprising', two of his half brothers, Senzangakona's sons by another woman, trapped Shaka in his royal kraal and stabbed him to death."

"And that was the end of the Zulu Empire?"

"Not for another 50 years. Dingane, one of Shaka's killers, took over the throne but he eventually got himself murdered as well after losing a big battle against the Voortrekkers, who were moving out of Cape Province and into his territory under pressure from the British. Cetshwayo was the last Zulu King. He was deposed by the British after they finally crushed his armies and they banished him from Natal in the 1870's."

"Wow! That was some bedtime story!" Gina smiled, giving my cock a swift squeeze. "Now children," she frowned at Wendy and Harriet, who were drowning in each other's eyes and looked as though they were about to start something, "it's after 2.30 ay em. Shuteye time!"



Shades of Black & White Pt. 4



Chapter 7

“Oh, yeah, baby! That’s soooo gooood! C’mon, Honey! Oh yeah! Mmmmmm! Yeah! I’m real juicy for you! You’re gonna love it! Get your horny little tongue up here!” I thought I was dreaming these hotly whispered words, but a sudden shaking of the bed told me otherwise. I opened my eyes blearily to see Wendy kneeling astride Harriet’s face. Her inner thighs were slick with saliva where Harriet had been licking and teasing her. Now Wendy was pulling her naked labia apart with the fingers of both hands and begging Harriet to go to work on her clit. “Aaaaaagh! That…you…are…so…fucking…goooood!” Harriet’s face was now buried right up in the fork of Wendy’s thighs and her tongue was lapping furiously.

The bed shook again as Wendy began to grind her pussy voluptuously on Harriet’s face. She had scooted a pillow beneath Harriet’s head for support, and she was now tugging and rolling her own long, brown-pink nipples in her fingertips. Harriet’s finger, slick with Wendy’s pussy juices, appeared from between the girl’s thighs and plunged smoothly into her ass. “Ooooooh, Harriet, Honey! You certainly know how to please me!” Wendy gasped throatily, arching her back and pushing her butt down onto the invading digit.

Gina’s face and tousled hair emerged from under my duvet, where she had been sleeping with her face resting on my thigh, “Aw fuck! Is it breakfast time already?” she murmured sleepily. “Yummmm!” And she crawled across my legs towards the gyrating pair. She gently raked the inside of her sister’s knee once with her fingernails. This was clearly a private signal between them, because Harriet immediately spread her legs, exposing her wet, dark fringed, pink gash to her sister’s tongue.

This was no faked display for a porno movie; these chicks were really jammin’! I looked on, stroking my hard-on, which was almost busting out of my skin. Gina broke away from her sister’s pussy for a few moments. Her face shone with Harriet’s juices, “Hey, Jon, how about we give that ukuHolo… thing a try?”

“ukuHobonga…”

“That’s the one…!”

Gina resumed delighting Harriet’s pussy with her tongue while I spooned in behind her and slid my cock into the hot, tight slippery gap at the top of her thighs. Looking over her shoulder, I got to see the action in real time, real close-up. She held my thrusting shaft in position with the palm of her hand, so I was getting pleasurable friction on both sides of my tool. 

The four of us continued our sensuous, writhing dance for the next five minutes and more until it became obvious that Harriet and Wendy were rapidly climbing to a mutually ecstatic peak. They broke away in a chorus of loud shuddering screams, leaving Gina and I to our own devices. I felt her fingers press the head of my cock up into her sheath. “That ukuHobonga is kinda nice,” she murmured, “but I like this a lot better!”

I pressed my body against Gina’s back, rolling her onto her front. I moved on top of her. Her firm, resilient buns felt splendid beneath my belly. Supporting myself on my elbows, I speared her hot liquid depths with my full length. She turned her head and said, “Hello,” then flexed her inner muscles three or four times, gripping my shaft in welcome. 

We fucked slow and easy for a long time; totally concentrated on each other and the many subtle pleasure thrills we were able to bestow. And when we came, me first with my warm flood triggering Gina’s release, it seemed to last and last forever.

Afterwards, we lay face to face, searching each other’s eyes and gently caressing while our hearts slowed and the sweat cooled on our bodies. “That was more than just fucking, wasn’t it?” Gina asked softly.

“It felt the same way to me…” It was true. I’d never felt that ‘connected’.

“It was wonderful; as if we melted and became one person. I’ve not experienced that before…not even when I first lost my cherry…or even when I’m balling daddy…”

“When did you lose your cherry?”

“I was fourteen. It was at a summer party in Amanagsett. I was dressed to kill and ready to become a woman; looked at least eighteen all made up. Poor Billy, he was twenty-two, a student at Harvard, nearly had a heart attack when he found out my real age. But we’d been to bed several times by then.

“How about you?”

“At Oklahoma State two weeks after I arrived. She was black, a lab technician, in her early forties, married with three kids. I guess I was her last fling before she faced up to menopause. We lasted for nearly a year and she taught me more than I ever imagined.”

“She was a good teacher…”

“Every young virgin male should have someone like Clarice… When was your first time with your da…”

Just then, Harriet and Wendy reaching a noisy, bed-shaking, sixty-nine induced climax shattered the warm, tender moment, and I was unable to finish my question. I resolved to ask it again at a more suitable time.

Chapter 8

Wilson insisted that we play golf before we set off for NYC. I putted like a demon, but couldn’t drive to save my life. So, at the end of the day I still only carded just under the hundred. Wilson wasn’t much better. Gina and Harriet, in the meantime, just blobbed out, whilst Wendy set off to see if she could find her brother, her lesbian lover and their friends.

Midway through the week, Wilson informed me that, “My girls told me you’d better get your black ass down to the beach again this weekend…somethin’ to do with Wendy, but Gina wouldn’t say what. I’ll be staying in Town, so you’ll have them all to yourself…or most likely it’ll be the other way round!”

Harriet drove us to the Island in Wilson’s car. They left me at the house as soon as we arrived, saying that they would pick me up later. It was almost an hour before I heard the beach buggy return. Gina was on her own.

Gina led me through the recreation room at the Tremaine’s to a smaller one at the rear of the complex. I noticed there was no sign that I had been bleeding all over the place just seven days before. Even the spots I had dripped on the billiard table baize when making Wendy my war prize had been cleaned away. When Gina pushed me through the door to the back room, I stopped in my tracks in fascinated horror.

Wendy was suspended, naked and spread-eagled like a starfish in mid air by chains attached to hooks and a pulley system fixed to the ceiling and walls. A black leather mask blindfolded her. Steel-toothed nipple clamps were attached to her teats. Chains attached these, in turn, to other hooks in the ceiling, pulling her breasts tautly upwards. It must have been damned painful!

“Don’t worry,” Gina whispered, putting her arm around my waist and giving me a hug, “she likes it like this.”

Just then, Harriet came into the room. She too was naked, but for high-heeled leather thigh boots, leather gloves and a leather mask. She was carrying a long, bendy, rattan cane. Her eyes glittered fiercely through the slits in her mask. 

“Ahhh, Miss Wendy, I see that your stud has arrived. Are you ready to be serviced.”

“Yes ma’am.” Wendy answered in a faint voice.

Harriet turned to me and slapped her boot with the cane, “Come on Stud! Let’s see what you’re made of!”

Gina helped me with my clothes and I was soon as naked as Wendy was. My cock was still semi-flaccid, but Gina helped me with that too.

Harriet moved in behind Wendy and ran the tip of the cane slowly down her spine and in between the spread cheeks of her buttocks. “Jesus, girl!” she growled, “I’ve seen horses with smaller cocks than his one! Do you want it?”

“Yes ma’am, I do.”

“Where do you want it, slut…in your pussy or up in your shitty little ass?”

“Anywhere you say, ma’am…you choose.”

“Or would you rather I fuck you with this cane?”

Harriet jabbed the tip of the cane hard into Wendy’s sphincter, making her jump and cry out from the pain induced by the nipple clamps.

“If you wish, ma’am. I am yours to do what you like with.”

Harriet moved in close and rubbed her erect nipples on Wendy’s back. Putting her lips close to Wendy’s ear, she whispered lasciviously, “Or would you like me to get down on my knees and lick your asshole?”

The suspended girl shivered. Goosebumps stood out all over her body, “Oooooh, Harriet, that would be so wonderful!”

Wendy writhed and screamed sharply as Harriet cracked her across the buttocks with the cane. “Whatever makes you think I would want to do anything as gross as that you dirty bitch?” she growled sternly. Harriet hit her buttocks again. Livid red wheals stood out on the girl’s pale skin. “Where did you get the idea from you perverted little whore?” Whack! Harriet hit Wendy for a third time, “And remember how to address me properly!”

“Forgive me, ma’am, “ Wendy sobbed, “I must have misunderstood what you said.”

“I should think so!” The cane swished through the air, but did not strike. Harriet suddenly became soft and caring. She ran her gloved palm gently over the raised, red slashes on Wendy’s cheeks. “Does it sting, my darling?” she cooed.

“Thank you for your consideration, ma’am,” Wendy answered humbly, “The pain is starting to wear off already.”

The steel came back into Harriet’s tone, “Then, you won’t mind if I punish you again?”

“If you so wish, ma’am.”

“Gooood! Now are you wet and ready for your stud?” Harriet put her hand between Wendy’s legs from the rear and pushed one leather-covered finger up into her snatch. She brought the result to her nose, sniffed at it briefly and then licked it. “Hmmmmm, you are quite tasty…’

“Thank you ma’am…”

“Would you like your stud to lick your pussy while we make his horse cock fully ready?”

“That would be delightful, ma’am.”

“Very well then…”

Harriet motioned to me to kneel on the floor and service Wendy with my tongue. She tapped me on the shoulder with the cane, “Do not make her cum!” she ordered.

Wendy was at just the right height, with her bare, shaved vagina spread open before me. I wriggled the tip of my tongue beneath her hood, right on her clitoris. She squirmed with delight and then yelped with pain as the nipple clamps took effect. Her sweet-salty juices poured from her and ran over my chin. Her woman smell filled my nostrils.

I felt Gina and Harriet strap something to my waist. I tried to look down to see what it was, but Harriet hissed to me to concentrate on what I was doing. Then, I was tapped on the shoulder and told to get back up. When I looked at my crotch I saw that I now had two cocks, one my own and the other, equally as big as mine, made of white-man’s-flesh coloured plastic. And I saw that Gina was now naked and dressed in thigh boots and a mask also. She too had a dildo strapped to her waist, a long slim, black one. 

‘Who will have to take that one?’ I wondered, half guessing the truth, ‘Harriet or me?’ A strange new feeling invaded my belly; one of fear mixed with anticipation. ‘Anything can happen with these two,’ I mused. I looked at Gina more closely. The harness appeared to have a secondary cock attached to it, one that nestled up in her snatch. She would get pleasure from this episode as well.

Gina smeared my two cocks liberally with lubricant. Meanwhile, Harriet did the same with Wendy’s ass. The young woman’s gasps of pleasure told me that Harriet was doing more than smear it on the outside of her pucker. 

Two pairs of hands led me into position. Gina guided my two prongs into Wendy’s body while Harriet lowered her on the pulleys until I was buried up to the hilt. My cock slid into her well-stretched, well-greased ass like a hot knife into butter. I suppose my artificial appendage did the same into her pussy. Gina’s ‘cock’ banged against my leg while she worked, sending shivers up my spine. Our spread-eagled offering clutched me with her inner muscles and groaned, ‘Jeeesus Chrissst!” Wilson’s cock was big, but mine was bigger and longer. I gripped her ass cheeks in both hands, preparing to fuck her into oblivion. But I felt a light tap across my knuckles from the cane and heard a whisper: “Not I good idea to hold her there, Stud! Hang onto her tits if you need something to hold onto.”

Just then, I felt Gina coating my anal entrance with the lubricating jelly. I clenched my buttocks in an attempt to keep her out, but I felt a finger enter me, and then the burning invasion. It was no use trying to resist. The red-hot poker forced its way deeper and deeper into my rectum. Gina slid her hands over my chest and grasped my nipples, twisting and raking them viciously with her fingernails. One pain alleviated the other. Her tits bored into my back like hard-pointed rocks. I felt her pubic hair rasping my ass cheeks.

Then Harriet began to thrash Wendy’s back and ass with the cane, calling her a filthy slut and a brother-fucking, ass sucking, dirty worthless whore.

I felt every crashing blow through Wendy’s, writhing, shuddering, sobbing body. Almost by instinct, Gina, Wendy and I established a sexual rhythm tuned to the swishing cracks of Harriet’s cane on Wendy’s soft, pliant flesh. Wendy and Gina came within seconds of each other. The turmoil within the orgasming pair tipped me over the brink and I filled Wendy’s gut with my hot sperm.

Under threat of the cane, Harriet forced the three of us to remain tied. She stalked around our perimeter, alternately caressing and then swishing the cane menacingly. She kept us all on edge, taunting, tantalising, terrorising. And in a very short time, we were ready to fuck again. This time she spared Wendy the cane, but the threat was always there. Our second peak was even more climactic than the first. The pain in Wendy’s nipples must have been horrendous as she thrashed and contorted in its wild throes.

Harriet released us, detaching her nipple clamps and lowering Wendy to the carpet, where she lay in a weakly shuddering heap. Harriet brought a wooden chair close to the quivering girl and sat on it with her legs spread wide apart. She tapped Wendy on the shoulder with the cane. “Come here, Slut, and service your mistress in the way she deserves!” she demanded.

Wendy creaked to her knees and, grasping the cane for guidance, crawled between Harriet’s thighs to begin lapping vigorously at her pussy. Her raised ass and back striped with angry looking welts, some of which were seeping bright blood. Harriet looked at Gina and I with hard, glittering eyes. The triumphant smile on her lips held more of a sneering grimace than friendship, amusement or gratitude. “You two may leave now. My Slut and I have unfinished business to attend to!”

Gina gathered our clothes and led me upstairs to a bathroom and into the shower. We hardly exchanged a word while she cleaned us both, although at one point she cupped my genitals tenderly on her palms and gazed into my eyes as though she was on the brink of a major pronouncement. But nothing came of it.

We left the Tremaine’s house to the accompaniment of animal female cries of passion. “Those two will be at it all night,” was all Gina had to say as we drove away in the buggy.

Initially, we went to our own rooms. But after an hour of sleepless staring at the ceiling in the dark, trying to come to terms with the night’s events, I was thoroughly pleased to feel Gina’s warm, lithe form climbing into my bed. 

“I couldn’t sleep,” she murmured.

“Nor I,” I replied.

We held each other in silence. And sleep swept over us surprisingly quickly.

Chapter 9

When I woke shortly after 6.20, Gina was gone. She was nowhere to be found in the house, so I made a quiet, lonely breakfast just for me. With a heavy heart, I concluded that she had gone to join Harriet and Wendy.

I cleaned up the kitchen and went to my room to pack my things, which included all the small items of gear that I had started to leave in my ‘second home’. This was my last visit here, I resolved. I still hung around for a while, not wanting to leave the house unlocked, mooching around in the garden kicking pebbles.

It was after midday when she returned. I had just booked a taxi to take me to the train when I heard the buggy pull into the garage. She was alone and carrying a small posy of spring flowers.

“I had to have space to think,” she explained, “I just drove and drove and then I ran out of gas, miles from anywhere.

“By the time I hitched a ride to a gas station and got back to the car, etcetera, etcetera, it was awful late. I wanted to buy you a gift, but I only had a few dollars left after the gas, and no credit card. These flowers are the only beautiful things I could find. They’re for you.” She handed me the posy with a tremulous smile.

Emotion stung the backs of my eyes. I put my arms around her and held her close. We seemed to just meld together. We felt very ‘right’. “They are the most wonderful gift anyone has ever given me,” I told her. 

We clung to each other for what seemed like an instant lifetime. I was about to pick her up in my arms and carry her to my room to make long, tender love with her when the taxi I had ordered arrived, spoiling the moment. I paid the driver off, along with an apology and a large tip, and returned to the house. By then, the impetus was gone. Gina had put the flowers into a vase and was making herself a sandwich. 

“Want one?” she asked.

“Sure, if it’s no bother.”

Gina pulled a face at me, “I wouldn’t have asked!”

I watched her while she worked, and when we sat close together at the table to eat. Everything she did was done gracefully, with a minimum of fuss and with intense concentration, but also with a joyful zest for life. A product of studying modern dance and drama at Julliard?

“Want anything else to eat?” she asked when I finished my sandwich.

Jonathon was as slow as a carthorse. “No thanks, that was delicious,” I answered, totally misreading the devilish expression in Gina’s eyes. “How about you?”

“Ummmmm…I think I may have some dessert.”

“There’s some icecream in the freezer…”

“Jonathon! I was thinking of something quite a bit more exotic than icecream! Turn and face me…”

In ten seconds flat, Gina had my pants down around my ankles and was on her knees between my legs, getting my rapidly stiffening shaft out of my briefs. Her warm, wet mouth enclosed my cock’s head and her tongue raised me to full, rampant hardness. She took me in her throat with the consummate ease of one who had done it many times before. When I was fully buried in her oesophagus, she traced patterns across and down on my belly with the tip of her nose, sending incredible pleasure sensations throughout my entire penis.

Gina’s blonde head, working enthusiastically between my spread, muscular, black thighs made a picture of stark contrasts. I stroked her soft hair and her cheek with my palm, eliciting a deep groan from her that reverberated around my cock and sent shivers up my spine. 

My tide started rising. I told her that I was about to cum and she pulled back from my shaft until just the bulging mushroom, glistening wet with her saliva, rested on her extended tongue. My pearly white jism jetted from my body in electric, gushing spurts, flooding Gina’s tongue and dribbling from the corners of her mouth. Gina closed her mouth around me, gulping and swallowing repeatedly until I was entirely spent. And when I was finished, she licked every last drop of sperm from the corners of her mouth.

“Now that’s what I call delicious!” she announced.

I must have looked thunderstruck at what Gina had just done. I had been blown before, but never like that! I certainly felt as though I had been poleaxed.

“C’mon, Jon,” she smiled brightly, standing and hauling me to my feet. “Pull your pants up and let’s go look at the beach.”

We sat side by side half way up a dune facing the sea. I still felt utterly drained. Huge rollers crashed on the strand making the earth shake. There must have been storms far out in the ocean overnight. A stiff breeze whipped the loose sand up, stinging our bare ankles. Apart from us, the beach was deserted.




Shades of Black & White Pt. 4



Gina half turned and rested her forehead on the point of my shoulder. Her voice was so small I could hardly hear her words above the pounding of the surf.

“Jonathon…that morning last weekend, we shared something really special…”

“Today was…”

“No, please, “ Gina raised her downcast eyes and pressed her fingertips to my lips. “Please let me finish…” She rested her forehead back on my shoulder and took hold of my hand. She played with my fingers as she spoke, “I…I…you could say that I have been something of a whore. I have slept with…oh…I don’t know…thirty-five or forty different guys…and a few girls…not many girls. 

“Sometimes I took a succession of men, one after the other, sometimes two at once…sucking one while the other one screwed me. I’ve even slept with my own father. You know I didn’t do anal until last weekend…and you are still the only one. I guess you can say that has been my only saving grace. 

“If you ask me why I screwed your ass yesterday, the answer would be ‘to let you know what it feels like if you ever wanted to have mine again’…not a message ‘never again’…just background information.

“And, if you ask me why I did all the other stuff, I could only tell you that I just love sex! I didn’t really consider what I was doing…just having a good time…

“You should also know that I’ve done drugs…grass, coke, fantasy, LSD, speed…all of the ‘soft’ ones…no heroin though…and I am not a user…I suppose sex is my drug of choice!

“I’ve had the clap twice and chlamydia once, but nothing more serious. I had an HIV scare once, but nothing came of it. Don’t tell me I’ve been lucky, I know it!

“Why am I telling you all this?

“Last weekend you and I made magic, it was amazing. I had never felt anything that beautiful before. It was more wonderful than I ever imagined possible. It changed my whole way of thinking…about me and about my body. I want to change the way I am...who I am

“Jonathon, if you are willing, I want us to recapture that feeling, again and again.” 

I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, “Do I hear you saying that you want us to become an ‘item’?”

“Only if it’s cool with you.”

I examined my feelings. Physical: elevated heart rate, sweaty palms, rapid breathing. Mental: Excited? Fearful? Happy? I couldn’t quite place a finger on it. How did I feel about Gina and what she had just told me? The experimenting with drugs? No problem! What young person hasn’t, especially grass. What about the thirty-five or forty men? Average, let’s say, 10 encounters per man, made three-fifty to four hundred events. Is this any different to Gina having had sex that many times with one long-time lover? At least there had been no deep attachments to muddy the waters. Then there was the way she butt-fucked me; where did that fit?

Through all this I heard myself saying, “How do you see it happening?”

“You are looking for an apartment, right? Well, I have my own money, we could share.”

“Live together?”

“Yes…”

“What about your father? How will he react to you living in a permanent relationship with a black…”

“Oh, Jonathon! He likes you! He likes you a lot! And he suspects that I am up to something like this. That’s why he stayed in New York this weekend, to give me free rein, and take any pressure you might feel from him being around off you.”

“And Harriet?”

“She’ll not give a damn…except maybe at ‘losing’ you, or more accurately, that one thing about you she finds most attractive. No prize for guessing what that is!

“She’ll never want to change her life either. Not ever! She is too deep into being bi and getting the absolute maximum out of both worlds. And you saw how she enjoyed playing the dominatrix part yesterday…that’s something new in her in the last couple of months. Plus, of course, there’s daddy; you have no idea of how much she adores him!”

I pulled Gina to me and rested my head on hers, “Ok then, let’s give it a try…”

Lost in our own thoughts, Gina and I sat close and watched the booming surf until the purple shadows lengthened and the air chilled as the sun went down. Then, hand in hand, we made our way into our new life together. 

How will it turn out? We do not know. We are still learning.