****** Mirror Marlene: The Crackpot Scheme by Ulyssa Kincaid ******
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Mirror Marlene: The Crackpot Scheme


"Oh, my God!" Rucker said admiringly. "Marlene Collier, you look beautiful."

I stood at the doorway of the guest room, in the large house that Jeremy
Collier built, wearing one of my husband's starched long sleeved dress shirts,
and looked at the naked black man on the bed. He was certainly not my husband.
For the few seconds prior to finally deciding to remove my shirt wrap, I stared
down at the scarred young African American man who lay on the bed in that
dainty room designed to housemother in laws and maiden aunts. My black lover
looked totally out of place in that room, and I reveled in the whole idea! At
first I'd thought that since he'd been staring at the wall, Rucker hadn't
noticed me standing there at the doorway. But I soon realized that he was
looking up at my reflection via the large mirror mounted on the antique
dresser. Rucker was devouring Mirror Marlene's image with his eyes.

Totally, beautifully naked under her own dress shirt, Mirror Marlene stood
teasing him in the mirror doorway framed by the light from the hallway playing
with her mirror buttons. Petite in his eyes, she was hardly an inch or so over
the five-foot mark, but Mirror Marlene had a genuine crass sensuality--an
intriguing combination of sleek shoulders and large breasts adorning a real
woman's torso and abdomen.

Nude, illuminated only by the dim light down the hall, Mirror Marlene continued
to tantalize Rucker from her spot by the mirror doorjamb. Rucker stared at the
way her smooth body curved and shimmered in the shifting light for a while.
Atop her head, Mirror Marlene's blonde hair was carefully colored and
highlighted by a high priced beautician. Underneath her belly there was more of
a natural darkness to the curling hair between her thighs.

Since Rucker knew subconsciously that he could never have Mirror Marlene, he
turned his eyes back toward me.

"Marlene, aren't you coming to bed?"

So that was his real scheme. No matter how hard he tried, Rucker would never be
able to get Mirror Marlene to climb into bed with him, in the end he'd have to
settle for taking me instead. Not that I minded in the least. Making love to
Rucker was probably the highlight of my previously lackluster sex life.

"Yes, love." Slowly I stepped into the guest room and slowly removed my
husband's white dress shirt, but still I refrained from walking those last few
feet toward the bed. "In a minute."

"Is something the matter, Marlene? You seem pretty far away."

"I'm fine." I remained standing a few feet away. "Just thinking of some of the
things that have happened to me recently."

A week or so earlier I happened to find the opportunity to scan Rucker's
personal journal: "I have a little psychological quirk which I call my Ma
Petite Syndrome," Rucker wrote. "I contract it whenever I get a good look at
those exquisite feminine creatures who inhabit the world of everyday business.
You've seen ma petite. You can find her downtown outside those tall office
buildings or maybe at the mall on the weekend. She's generally blond, blue-
eyed, stands about five foot one inch tall and weighs maybe one-hundred and
three pounds soaking wet. Of course, ma petite is never less than perfectly
coiffed, impeccably dressed, and immaculately made-up, so, finding someone like
her soaking wet seems totally out of the question. But I love to look for her--
for all of them. I long dreamed of holding her diminutive perfection close to
me and freely indulging in every man's sexual fantasy.

"In today's world, ma petite is usually in her thirties or better, women of my
own age often tend to be well nourished, athletic, and statuesque, and, while
Amazons like that may be perfect for the jocks of my generation, my own
preferences run toward the dainty fantasy of the woman who needs four inch high
heels to reach five foot three. "Like I said before," Rucker added. "Ma petite
is my hangup. What I hadn't expected to find is that ma petite now lives close
to me in the form of a stunningly sexy forty-one year old woman."

I smiled and sighed. Half the age of my husband, Rucker was twice the romantic.

Flashback--That first morning at the hotel: "Did you want me to call down and
order up breakfast?" I murmured at first light of morning.

"I don't know. How are you feeling?" Rucker had asked me when we awoke at the
motel at about five o'clock the morning after that first night together.

"Sore and tired," I said at first. "Frightened. Happy. Probably a thousand
other emotions which are running at breakneck speed through my mind."

"Does that mean you want me to make love to you again?"

I stayed quiet for a long time. Yesterday and last night were a long way away.
I'd even sobered up from my birthday bash. Did I really intend to go through
all that again?

"Marlene?"

"Hmm?"

"Can we fuck again, ma petite?"

"It sounds so quaint to hear you use that term on me," I replied.

"It fits you. C'mon, answer my question, ma petite, wouldn't you like me to
fuck you again?"

"Yes," I replied. "I think I'd like that."

Christ, what did I just say?

"Good! You are the most wonderful thing ever to happen to me in my life."

Could you believe that? What a storyteller he was. The intense stare from
Rucker's dark eyes made me shiver and I felt my nipples harden. As my nipples
became more and more aroused, I remembered that I'd covered myself with the
bedsheet. Rucker noticed and his trance-like stare seemed as if it might burn a
hole through the sheet. His easy smile and knowing look caused my heated
emotions to ooze straight down to my loins and that made a large damp spot on
the white bedsheet. What the hell--the hotel had maid service!

I bent my lips down low over his face to find his lips. I took his face into my
hands right at his jaw line and brought my lips right down to his disfiguring
scars. Suddenly, we were all warm and wet and eagerly exploring each other's
mouths. Our kiss was an accurate expression of what had happened between the
two of us the night before. I think Rucker was taken by surprise by such an
arousing kiss! I could tell he was stimulated by his now bulging crotch. What a
startling reminder of the gentle ardor of our closeness and the mesmerizing
dalliances of the times we'd shared yesterday. I suddenly realized that we were
wasting time.

"Forget breakfast," I declared. "Let's fuck."

"I like your style, Marlene."

I disappeared under the covers, feeling my way down his stomach and hips with
adept warm fingers.

"Hey," he chuckled. "There's no need to hurry."

I'd put my own concerns aside as I began to take on the novel role as Rucker's
lover. My fingers slowly slid down his flat belly until they lit upon his
partially erected cock. For a few moments I toyed with my long new plaything
until Rucker moaned. Then, throwing the covers off, I slowly rimmed the knobby
glands of his penis with my warm tongue until I sensed that the time was right
to take the end of his manhood between insistent lips. Alternately licking and
dipping my mouth down around his glistening black-skinned cock, I continued to
ply at Rucker's masculine organ with my lips, tongue and teeth. In a short time
Rucker became incredibly strong and hard. Next, I squirmed out from under the
covers. Reversing the traditional male dominant position, I slowly extended my
new African American partner the most enveloping hospitality that a woman can
offer. I began to guide Rucker's erection on a very private tour of my body.

"Ma petite," Rucker whispered as he drew me down top of him on the bed. "Will
you stay with me?"

"Mmm," I moaned. "For as long as it takes."

Sheathing the length and breadth of his dark cock within my warm yearning cunt,
our mutual longing swelled and stretched my own private tissues to their
fullest. When I was certain that I had him lodged safely within, I coaxed him
to move within me--very slowly. Totally involved in the lesson now, I urged
Rucker to match his rhythm to my own. Soon we increased our lusty energy as
deeply as the force of his thrusting.

"No. I mean stay with me," he said. "For real."

I murmured that I needed to have him one more time today, but I couldn't speak
for the future--for our future. Then, although we were silent for many minutes,
our bodies negotiated in a profound communication. We tried not to hurry. But
even with as quiet and gentle a lover as Rucker became, everything went much
too fast.

Rucker swung up and reversed our position, spilling me down onto the mattress.
As he kissed me, my legs spread wide apart, my hips swung upward to allow free
access to his straddling body, and my loins opened up to his fierce erection.
Once again his long blunt strength pushed in deep inside of me. Once again he
became a part of me. Rucker lingered marvelously within me, pulsing in and out
faster and faster while his erected hardness stiffened even more as my warm wet
sheathing cunt caressed and engulfed him in flesh-bound excitement. He kept up
his prodding motion until neither of us could hold back our need for release
from his probing demands. Yearning for release, I quaked and shuddered a loud
moan in Rucker's ear. As I came, I felt my body's wet juices surge forth like a
warm spring.

Rucker gasped over me, and suddenly he climaxed. Hot liquid sprayed out from
his extended spigot, spurting and splashing heated lotion deep inside of me in
the pure luxury of shared intimacy--shared wetness--shared loving. The long and
lusty pooling of our juices together drenched the motel sheets and comforter.

Rucker slowly withdrew his still semi-rigid black penis from my pussy, and gobs
of his milky white semen spilled onto my thighs, and slid down the crack of my
ass onto the bed. I felt like a pedigreed bitch that'd just been bred by the
young new champion in order to propagate a prized litter.

As if to accentuate my trepidation, Rucker said, "I am so thrilled to be there
so deep inside you, Marlene. I've dreamed that together we've conceived a new
life."

"Oh Rucker." I didn't have the energy to contend with his fantasy; so, I threw
my head back and laughed.

Flashback--Later that day: What you've got to understand is that our second day
together somehow turned out to be entirely my own doing... or was it undoing?
I'm the one who invited Rucker back to Jeremy's house to tell him about my
crackpot scheme. That part was easy, I made him lie down in the back seat in
order to drive up my driveway and hit the garage door opener. A veritable
cinch! I'm also the one who somehow managed to undo every single button on my
blouse in the time it took to ascertain that no one else was home.

I then encouraged my strong, young African American man to carefully remove my
clothing while I hurriedly continued to take off his. God, he smelled delicious
this afternoon. He smelled like... passion, only different--sweeter maybe.
During that time we managed to complete two or three deep soul kisses. Soul
kisses? Oh, yeah! All that and more.

When you take off your clothes in front of a man, there's a damn good chance
that you'll end up on your back under that man. Yeah well, okay, so that's
rather obvious. But I realized that for some reason known only to my libido, I
was pursuing Rucker intimately again. My new crackpot idea would have to wait
for a half an hour or so until we were finished fucking.

Rucker pulled away and pushed me back onto my bed in our bedroom. He put his
large hands on my thighs and spread them wide so that he could get a good view
of my pale vagina. Then, straddling me carefully, he positioned his big black
cock to enter me.

"Oh Rucker, I want another piece of you," I moaned. I pulled him against me,
wrapped my legs around his back and my arms around his neck, and held on to him
for dear life. "Fuck me. Make me beg for more."

With that passionate plea ringing in his ears, he started to slowly inch his
way into my eager, wet receptive flesh. Inch by tantalizing inch he fed it into
me. He was going so slow that I wanted to beat against his back and ass with my
heels. Now I was whimpering, "More, more. I need you inside me right now." Then
without warning, he swiftly and powerfully, pummeled his long horse dick all
the way up my vagina, bottoming out even deeper than I remembered from before.

"Yes!" I screamed out in mind shattering culmination.

But Rucker held himself still inside my clasping labia. When I calmed down, he
began pumping again while I clutched his back and tugged at his ass cheeks with
my heels. I enjoined Rucker's assault on my loins by humping back against him,
wanting to draw him as deep as he would go. What a young bull Rucker had
become. He had me whimpering, kissing and licking all over his face and mouth
wanting to devour him with my lips and tongue. I moaned with the pleasures of
the imposing experience of his huge black dick stretching me so fully.

Rucker picked up his pace, fucking me harder and faster as I loosened up under
him. I just wanted to come time and again: I dreamed of ear splitting orgasms,
of wailing and moaning, and riding a sexual high I had never before
experienced. In less than ten minutes I'd had two separate orgasms from this
wonderful black lover about half my age. All the while, Rucker was gripping me
tight and thrusting deep into me, I knew some of my dreams had come true. As I
looked at him through the glaze of my love-filled eyes, I saw his scarred black
features looking anxiously back at me to see whether he was pleasing me.

"You know, we didn't use any protection again," he whispered.

"Since when do you care?" I replied breathlessly. "All you ever talk about is
making babies."

"I wanted to make sure you knew what we were doing," I laughed again.

"Stop holding back."

Then, as I felt the tension building up inside him, I wished there was some
sort of cue in a woman's body, which could tell her just where her body was at
any given moment. All I knew was that Rucker was more than ready to climax,
while I might have been utterly susceptible to bonding with his teeming African
American seed. I wasn't going to back out though. Rucker was just plain too
much of a treat.

Kissing his neck passionately, I whispered into his ear, "Rucker, its okay,
love. Let go."

He thrust quickly three or four more times, and then he held himself deep
within me as his penis exploded, his huge balls gushed out long strands of
seminal pearls linked in potent enchantment by the very nature of his climax. I
moaned out my own satisfaction as my body climaxed in synchronism to the orgasm
of my black lover. When I felt his heated spurts splash and flow deep into my
womb, I realized, not only did we not bother to use any contraception, but I no
longer cared.

"Your body's age doesn't matter to me, Marlene," I remembered Rucker telling me
after that first time. "What I've found is a healthy woman with a real zest for
fucking, and to me that means making babies."

Flashback--The crackpot scheme: Jeremy and I have a futures account with a big
brokerage firm. For the most part Jeremy lets me run it, because I have the
time and the interest to do so.

I decided to pull forty-five thousand dollars out of the accounts discretionary
fund to use as collateral for our new business. R & M Security, we decided to
call it. We had a limited partnership, which we registered with the county,
state and feds. Then we purchased a 1998 4 by 4 sport utility that we had
painted with R & M logos, and mounted flashing lights over the top. Finally we
offered neighborhood security services from a cellular phone hook-up located
inside the vehicle. Thus our partnership began with one of the partners staying
silent and the other partner managing the company's only employee. As an aside,
both of the silent partners continued screwing each other on company time.

R & M Security started out with only one client--Jeremy Collier.

I thought that was a stroke of brilliance. I'd committed Jeremy to a six-month
service contract with R & M for full home security protection. We purchased day
and night-on-call service for a couple of hundred dollars a month. Then I
discreetly contacted a couple of our wealthy friends and offered them trial
service at a discount.

I remember Jeremy told me a couple of weeks later on his first meeting with
Rucker: "He's got to be one of the ugliest men I've ever seen."

I flushed with anger. "It's only the scars on his face," I answered. "He'd look
okay if they weren't so disfiguring."

"Do you really think so?" I nodded. "Well, he'll sure as hell throw a scare
into any prowlers that we might have hanging around the house," Jeremy said.
"I'm glad to see that you're thinking about your safety what with the girls
both away at school and me out on the road so much. I think this is a good
idea."

"Yeah," I agreed wholeheartedly. "You know, Jeremy, I feel better just knowing
he's around."

"Okay, then. If that's the way you feel, go with it."

How could I ever thank him enough for the go ahead?

Flashback--Return to the scene of the crime... of sorts.

Rucker pulled the R & M Security SUV into the parking lot at the Northside
Bowling lanes. I climbed out of the passenger side and told him that I needed
to use the powder room.

"Hey, player!" the bartender at the bowling alley called out to Rucker. "Hi,
Jacko. How ya doing?"

I'd started straight for the women's room to freshen up, but at the last
second, I decided to stand out of sight around the corner at the entrance
hallway to eavesdrop on the two of them for a moment or two.

"Man, the last time I saw you was something like eight or ten days ago, zipping
out of here behind that middle-aged white woman with the big teats and the nice
booty. Wha'sup with that?"

"That turned out to be the best day of my life, Jack. I ended up with a job
with this brand new security company and the best piece of ass I ever had."

I suddenly felt very warm inside and very moist down below. Oh, how I loved
that young man in that moment.

"Wait a minute, Rucker," the bartender said. "Now you fed me all that bullshit
about being a one woman man, and then you go out and bone that bleached blond
cunt?"

"Cut me some slack, Jack," Rucker replied. "If anything, I believe in all that
bullshit more than ever. The chemistry is right between me and her, man."

"Fuck chemistry, dog. You're just letting your balls lead your dick around.
Give it time, you'll snap out of it."

"I don't want to snap out of it," Rucker answered. "I'm enjoying it way too
much."

For some reason I found myself grinning for the next couple of hours. After I
left the restroom, I went out to meet Rucker's friend, Jacko the bartender.
Then we went to my favorite recently robbed liquor store where I purchased a
few items of liquid refreshment, and finally, we checked into the same motel
where we'd spent the night that first time we met. This time we checked in with
Rucker's recently acquired debit card.

Once inside the hotel room, I took my tequila sunrise into the bathroom and
began to undress. We showered together. What a treat it was to soak and caress
each other in the hot spray of the shower nozzle. His fingers slid into every
crevice and every hole, while I used a mountain of soap to lather Rucker's
private parts. I even made a bad joke: "You know, your private parts are so
powerful, I should start calling them your 'commissioned officer parts.'"

Although earlier he had smelled pungent from his working man's sweat, now that
he had showered, Rucker smelled clean through and through. Genial, emotionally
warm, casual, and collected, Rucker was, as always, my gentle, if calculated
lover. So any thoughts anyone might have had that Rucker might be seizing an
unfair advantage of my slight intoxication weren't taken seriously. I thought
of myself as neither conquest nor victim. I was distinctly the woman in the
life of that young man, and I was immensely pleased. As for Rucker, his was a
man's kiss, a man's tenderness of touch mixed with male aggression, and finally
a man's body to be clasped tightly, firmly to my own. Reaching out, I put both
of my hands on Rucker's outstanding masculine organ and admiringly caressed
him.

"Well, Rucker, some good things come in very large packages. Let me get another
piece of you," I moaned into his ear. Soon I was in a position to wrap my legs
around his back, my arms around his neck, and to hold on to him for dear life.
"Fuck me. Make me beg for more."

With that passionate plea ringing in his ears, he started to slowly inch his
way into my eager, wet receptive pussy. And yes, we didn't bother to use
contraception once again.

"You're sure about this?" he asked after he'd plunged all the way into my
vagina.

"Would it make any difference if I said, 'no?'"

"I wanted to make sure my nice middle class lady knew what she was doing."

"You know better than that," I answered. "Since when do I know what I'm doing?"
As soon as my young black man began breathing hard over me, I gave him the
emotional go ahead to complete his climax. I wrapped my arms and legs around
his body and pulled him as close as I possibly could. "You've got me now, and
there's nothing I can do about it." I even used my soft, little girl voice--the
one I revert to whenever lovemaking becomes pure physical and emotional
pleasure.

That night lasted nearly forever.

Flashback--Three weeks later: "Oh, God. Oh, God!" I rocked softly back and
forth hugging my legs tightly against my chest. I was afraid to move this early
in the morning; afraid I'd be sick, nauseous, or dizzy. "Oh, God!"

"Oh, God!" How many nights now had I allowed him access to my body? By my count
we'd known each other for twenty-six days and with Rucker's stamina and
constant demands, I'd found myself naked, sweaty, and splattered with semen
over forty times in these past twenty-six days. "Oh, God." I continued to rock
back and forth trying to fight back the malady that flip-flopped in my stomach.

"Marlene, you don't look so good," Mirror Marlene pointed out.

"I'm fine," I insisted. "Just a little nauseous, that's all."

"No you're not," she replied. "We both know what's wrong with you."

"Oh, God. Don't even think it!"

"C'mon, the way things have been going, you knew this was going to happen,"
Mirror Marlene smirked at me. "Oh, God. Oh, God!"

A Present for the future: "Marlene?" a far away voice called. "Marlene!"

Startled from my reverie of the past weeks, I said, "What?"

"I thought you had me come over here tonight so that we could fuck, ma petite."

"I did," I replied.

Of course, since I hadn't moved from the doorway where I'd been standing all
this time, Rucker must have thought I was nuts.

"Then what's stopping you?"

"I don't want to disturb the... ," I stopped. "Don't you think I... I look
different?"

"Different? If I answer this wrong am I in trouble."

I smiled. "No."

Rucker shook his head. "Then the answer is no, Ma petite. I haven't noticed any
real difference."

To him, I must have looked exactly like the same mature woman he'd been
screwing several times a week for nearly two months now. It didn't hurt that I
looked exactly like Mirror Marlene as well, since Rucker was crazy about her
too.

"Why do you ask, Marlene?"

I smiled. "I'm curious about the future."

"What about the future?"

"I think my daughters are going to be furious with me when I tell them that
I've taken a lover?"

"You're going to tell them?"

"How else do I explain why I'm moving in with the owner of R & M Security?"

"What!" he yelled. Then he composed himself. "What about Jeremy?"

"I'll write him a memo," I answered. "Maybe I'll sign it--Mrs. Rucker."

"Jesus, lady, how long have you had this all figured out?"

I shrugged. "Not long--just since our first night at the hotel."

There was a long pause between us. "Ma petite, would you please come to bed?"

"Look at me, Rucker. Are you certain everything looks the same?"

"Ah-ha! You've put on a couple of ounces, and you're afraid you've gotten fat.
Is that it?"

I laughed and walked toward the bed. "I'll put on weight soon enough. I just
wondered if you could see a difference in my body at this point in time."

"Nothing I'm not crazy about--Missus Rucker."

I knew it. "Thank you, my love."

"You're welcome. Now c'mere."

With my back against the mattress, yet my shoulders cradled in his arms, I
stared up at the ceiling. With my head pressed snuggly against the side of
Rucker's face, I could hear his mouth and nose breathing throaty gasps right
into my ear.

"You know what, Rucker? I've done something at my age even younger women would
never dreamed of doing."

Lost in the thrill of his sexual abandon, his active torso covering my yielding
passivity, his probing penis commanding my accepting loins, Rucker sighed, "I
know you have, ma petite. I can't begin to count how many times you've let me
cum inside you."

"That's not so difficult, silly. No, what I did was to decide to stay with a
man I truly love in spite of what other people will think. Pretty soon all my
friends and acquaintances will learn that I've been taking a jet-black lover to
my bed day after day."

Rucker's ardent penis grew longer and even more attentive as he snuggled over
me. "I told you you were a traitor to your race, Marlene."

"Yes, you did, Rucker, and you were absolutely right about that." By now my
body was heavily laden with the full exhausting mass of Rucker's torso. My
vagina was dilated and filled with the broad expanse of his erected penis
probing deeply in a bold, hypnotic motion. "You were right to ask me for
something else too," I murmured. "But I wasn't so sure that a forty-one year
old woman could keep that part of the promise."

"Promise?"

"Of course, its only for another seven and a half months or so. After that
you'll have to make me promise all over again."

"Marlene! Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?"

"I thought it would be pretty obvious," I whispered. "For the first time in
close to twenty years, I've found out that I'm pregnant again."

"Pregnant? Oh my God! How far along?"

"Over six or seven weeks."

"Six or seven weeks? Oh my God!"

"And since Jeremy wasn't home for the first two weeks, this baby of mine has
got to be yours."

"Mine?" Rucker's pace faltered. His thick blunt erection both trembled and
elongated inside of my vaginal sheath. "Mine! Oh my God!"

"Possibly even from our very first time."

"Oh my God!"

"Rucker, are you sure you're okay with a baby that's only half black?"

"Oh my God! For real?" Stroking his face with my soft fingertips, I nodded.

Then I murmured, "For real," and the rest of Rucker's response came in the form
of a seething, exhilarating spurt of viscous liquid energy launched from the
single escape hatch that his cock allowed for such release.

Rucker grunted and howled breathily into the night, "Thank you, Marlene! Thank
you, my love!"

"Whew!" I murmured, my insides squirming under the gushing wet heat of his
still flowing semen. "I guess that means it's okay with you, huh?"

Although I'd consented to conceive my third child with him, I suddenly realized
that the biracial embryo I was carrying in my womb was quite probably the first
baby Rucker had ever fathered. Suddenly I couldn't help myself. Overwhelmed by
the moment, I teared up and began to cry. Now caught between the sentimental
embrace of his loving body and the naked reality of our intimacy, I too came
with a very strong shudder and a very intense moan mixed with my heartfelt
sobbing about what would be in store for our future. "Ooooh, myyyy Gawd!"


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