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A Tale of Forbidden Love
Book One
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1860’s
When
Nat was gone and Janie married and became ‘Lady Jane’, Mistress of their vast
holdings, sex with her husband was never all that good. Before him, there had
been some other young men, but never the unforgivable thrills she had with her
Negro.
She
had given that up, black love, back when her Father gave both Nat and her
colored half sister, Liza their freedom. Janie, at the time could never figure
her father’s generosity. Maybe he found out ‘princess daughter’, was just like
him, that he wasn’t the only one who could use the slaves for sexual pleasure.
At
first with her husband, it had been Okay but not great. Now, with his young
colored’s he had even ruined that. She didn’t need him, though. She hardly felt
anything at all anymore. That was before this, before Buck. With her selfish
husband she didn’t care if she ever experienced it again, now she doesn’t want
it to ever end.
***
Buck looked longingly at the beautiful woman
lying tempestuously beside him. Her legs were parted slightly. He couldn’t take
his eyes off her flaming bush, the red showing down there. It never occurred to
the simple slave that a woman’s covering; her core of womanhood would be
adorned in colors different than the black curliness of his slave girls.
Here was a white
woman, more beautiful than his wildest imagination and, ‘she wants me’. He
looked at her beautiful breasts, and reached out to touch.
***
She
had him now. He’d nibbled when he undressed and lay down beside her. Now,
holding her breast in his dark hand, he was hers, hook, line, and sinker. Her brain swirled with excitement,
“He’s
black, big and forbidden. I’m about to do the unthinkable and I’m going to love
it. No clumsy, thoughtless ‘think Machine’ like my husband. The nerve of him,
thinking he had to be the first man to pluck his little nigger slave girls.
I’ll show him.”
She
smiled at the futility of the big male’s feeble protests as she pulled his body
over and onto hers. Wouldn’t it be ridiculous to think a small woman could
control a man like this if he wasn’t as eager as she?
Her
thighs parted more to make room for his hot, massive body. She loved the smell
of strong soap and fresh sweat as his body blended onto hers. Her mind was a
frenzy of desire and anticipation. Her flesh was aflame.
This delicious, big, hunk of man was looming
down, covering her. A huge black pleasure machine and he was about to belong to
his Lady. As Plantation Lady, she’d owned him, but never like this.
Ever
since that time she’d accidentally seen his naked exposure, she’d wanted him,
hungered for him, and, finally, she was going to have him. Her nigger was going
to violate her, use her. God, she couldn’t wait.
After
all these years, once again Jane was about to experience what rumor said
couldn’t be done. The fancy Southern
Lady was going to have the black in her, a Negro and his big, black cock. Of
course experience taught Jane exactly what could be done, but she was much
younger then—and so was the colored boy.
Puppy
play, he had been good but there was so much more of this one, a huge colored
man her husband purchased specially for his breeding qualities, one who could
plant his seed deeper and better than any other. Of course, those qualities had
been for the female slave population. What his wife was about to do now, that
hadn’t been Master John’s intention at all.
***
This
was his fault, his wife’s fantasy becoming reality. Why should the Plantation
Heiress be denied the same gratification from her choice of the slaves as her
husband enjoyed with his?
“And,
My God, it was happening now.”
Buck’s
huge black body was on top of the forbidden white woman, on but not in. There
was just too much of him. Black was too thick and white was too tight, proving
the theory that nature wouldn’t allow an immoral act such as they were
attempting.
Sweating
profusely from near frantic desire, Buck pushed and strained to complete the impossible.
By now his only thought was to enjoy this lovely red haired white woman who
wanted him as much as he wanted her. But nothing was happening. For the first
time since she first made this sordid plan, Lady was afraid. She panicked.
“It’s
too big, it won’t go in. I should have known something as unnatural as this
wouldn’t be possible. It’s wrong. I can’t do it.”
A
wave of heat chased away moral reasoning as physical resistance yielded ever so
slightly and unrelenting pleasure began to engulf them both. She steeled
herself for the forbidden act. Her mind cried out, demanding her to let her
body relax and enjoy what was happening anyway.
“I know what I’m doing. A massive black man
with the biggest tool there can be is about to invade my very being. He’s there.
He’s entering. I can do it.”
“Just
relax Jane. Just relax, relax.” She kept saying it over and over to herself
while the huge man tried and retried to bring pleasure to his Lady, dreadfully
wrong, but an act they each craved more than heaven itself.
Her
flower was unfurling. There was pressure, more than she’d imagined there ever
could be.
“Oh…..MY…..God, You’re going in!”
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Late 1800’s
Penny lost awareness again. It was as if Jane wasn’t even there.
She remembered looking up at her black lover, her mind and body filled with gratitude.
Her hands roamed his sweaty face.
“Oh, Buck. We’re so perfect together. No two people could be like we are when we,” she hesitated a little before she said a word she’d never before used, “fuck.”
“Perfect when we fuck.” She murmured those words over and over while they were doing it.
Then white hands were on dark hips. She loved the flexing of his muscles when he was doing this to his lady.
“Faster, deeper,” she commanded, wantonly impaling herself as he sweated profusely while toiling so appreciatively over and in her.
She barely heard Jane’s voice, close, yet seemingly eons away, now, angrily insisting on her own turn with the black lover who was providing this immense pleasure to her friend. Her mind refused to focus.
I can’t quit now, not now. The only man who’s ever satisfied me and Jane can’t expect me to quit now.
Now he was welling up, exploding. Her black man was burying his dark seed in such voluminous spurts so deep inside her pending orgasm. God, there was so much of it, so much of him.
“It’s happening; her black lover is cumming in her. It’s happening to her too!”
Her hands were gripping his arms, her legs wrapped around and gluing his lower body to hers.
“I’m there.” MY God, I’m COMING! Oh lover,
you’re driving me crazy.”
Time stood still. In blissful aftermath her dark lover came into focus suspended over her as his heat remained buried deep inside her satiated body. The curtains were blowing evening breeze’s cooling relief. In the shadows on her balcony, out near the magnolia’s high branches, she recollected another face, frozen in its shock and disbelief.
“It was Jeremiah,” his little white princess, her magic was no more.
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Master wasn’t having any trouble with impotence, as he masturbated while his wife fondled and encouraged the black giant. He was getting frustrated, though.
“Damn selfish nigger. Here he is, about to get the best, the prettiest a black man could ever have and he won’t even cooperate. What an insult to my lovely wife, a big nigger and he considers himself too good to take a whack at her. Lazy Son of a Bitch.”
Abe was frightened, scared practically out of his wits, but his legs wouldn’t let him escape. As if he’d even want to. His mind was whirling with the impossibility of all that was happening.
“Does he really mean it? Is this possible? Master actually wants me to bed his lovely lady? Maybe he’ll be jealous and beat or even kill me if she and I have pleasure together?”
Things must be as they seemed. Why would all this temptation be presented if that’s all that was intended?
“White lady wants me, no doubt about that. She’s panting. I’m getting harder, maybe even hard enough for the big darkie I tried yesterday but not this one. She’ll be too tight.”
He was lying on his side now too. They were face to face, body to body. She still had that pale thigh draped over his dark lower torso. It was different, though, lying close like this.
Even sensing his wasn’t fully erect, he was aware of how close her heat was to his. The most private of their individual parts were actually touching. Not inserted, but briefly making contact.
Frustrated, she’d changed to a position flat on her back. Her Negro lover was on his side and her petite body was as close as it could be. He was sweating with determined desire.
She placed one hand over his, moving it first to one breast, then the other. She traced his way lower, past her flawless flat tummy, then to her mound. Two dark fingers entered. Wasn’t that what she intended?
White lady gasped and writhed in pleasure.
“God, she’s tight. She’s wet, though. Maybe we could do it.”
Now blonde woman, exquisite face contorted with desire, was pulling Abe onto her, urging him forward. Dark body between pale thighs, he was positioned himself in a way he’d been with a hundred women before. Only this one was Master’s woman.
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Lying flat
on his back, Abe was aware his erection, stiff and strong since they’d begun
their conniving plot, was starting to fade a little. Probably it was because
this was the most critical time, when their plan was in the most jeopardy.
Musky
fragrance and sleepy warm, Ted’s woman rolled close, put an arm across his
chest, a thigh across his lower body and whispered something. Her warm hairy
muff was pressing against his side. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be.
His instinct told him to jump up and bolt out the door. This woman was supposed
to be asleep, and not even know what was going on.
Here she
was mostly awake and acting like she was more than ready for what she wasn’t
even supposed to suspect was about to happen. Ted’s woman didn’t suspect,
though, just how different this time was going to be. A black man in her bed, a male of a different
race instead of her husband, she’d most likely go into hysterics or something.
It was so
dark in there he couldn’t see his hand in front of this face. If she did know
what was going on, maybe she wouldn’t discover who her husband picked out for
her lover this time. There was no light at all in the room; maybe she wouldn’t
notice the differences between white and black. It never dawned on him maybe a
colored man was exactly what she’d been fantasizing about.
Under the
covers, she had a cool hand on his shoulder, another on his chest. She was
murmuring something about how big and strong he was built. Her hands were
moving over his stomach and lower, very close to finding out even more about
him.
No problem
with erections now. He was wondering if this white one would be as good as Mrs.
Pearson had been.
Ted’s woman
was whispering directly into his ear. Her warm breath reminded him of some
perfume or something.
“My stupid
husband will be back in a minute. Be real quiet and go nice and slow. We don’t
want him to think we’re enjoying this too much. Ted thinks I sleep through
nights like this. But you; you’re going to find out different. Just do what I
whisper and we’re both going to love what you’re about to get.”
Under the
covers their bodies were close. Their fingers were on each other, shy
explorations at first, then with increasing fervor.
“My
goodness, you’re a big man. Such manly muscles you have.”
One hand
finally moved to exactly the right place. Afraid as he was, that sure didn’t
slow down his reaction to her excited grasp. Her hand had brushed against him,
then realizing what she’d found, both hands had a hold of him and she wasn’t
about to let go.
“Why you’re
hard all over. This can’t be real. There can’t be as much of you as this!
What’s your name, lover?” He answered hesitantly.
“Abe,
that’s your name?”
His
intonation and the way he answered, the way she could hardly see his body in
the dark, that big throbbing thing she couldn’t even get one hand around. He
wasn’t sure if her voice reflected fear or what. All he knew for sure was that
he’d been discovered.
“My God,
you’re colored. My husband has bought me home a big black man to have sex
with.”
At that
same instant the door opened and Ted walked unsteadily into the pitch dark
room. His attention at that moment was on taking one more swig out of one of
the two beers he had in hand.
A beam of light partially lightened the room.
Abe saw her and she got a glimpse of him. Combining what she had in her hands
with his handsome, youthful looks, ‘wifey’ was plenty satisfied with who her
husband has selected for this illicit coupling.
Abe’s first
impulse, when the room had been totally dark and she’d let out her startled
discovery, had been to run naked from her bed and out the door. Of course he
hadn’t known then that her discovery was one of excitement rather than
fear. Now that they’ve both seen what
they were about to get, neither was going anywhere.
He wasn’t about to go anywhere no ways, not
even if he wanted to. With surprising strength she’d rolled him over on top,
wrapped arms and legs around his naked body and was clinging to him like a
quaking leaf.
Their
bodies fused with fiery anticipation of what decadent pleasures lay just ahead.
There was an exotic muskiness to her. A
sleepy mumble as he gently probed his dark love, searching for the center of
that heat emanating from her nether regions.
Her husband was naked too, sitting in a chair beside the bed.
It went in
oh so easy. Ted’s woman, guiding the biggest she’d ever done this with, placed
Abe where she was the hottest and wettest. He, still probing, felt her
femininity open to him.
Her face
nestled to his, she was whispering,
“Oh God,
Abe, you’re so big. I feel you starting in.”
“Oh my,”
That’s what she kept breathing the words into his ear over and over as he kept
pushing and she kept wiggling more and more of his wonderful black cock into
her grateful body.
“Oh, God!
Black is better, soo hot. I can’t believe how much of you there is.”
***
And then he
was in…and out…and in…
“Oh my,”…
“Oh my,”… “Oh my”…
Gradually
deeper, when he had nothing more to give and their bodies were meshing together
in grateful acknowledgement, she’d forgotten to whisper.
Her
husband, Ted, sitting on the chair in the corner masturbating to the way the
covers were moving in such steady, deep motion, was startled when she
practically yelled out her satisfaction. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to
be, his wife was acting almost like she was awake.
“Oh Ted, You’re so hot. It’s in now, all the
way innn. Oh, this is the best ever.”
That’s what
she’d said out loud when Abe first got started going really good.
“I love
your big black cock,” she’d whispered that to Abe too. When she said it out
loud she’d leave the ‘black’ word out. “I love your cock.” While she was doing
all that appreciating, Ted’s woman was wiggling and squirming to engulf more of
the wondrous monstrosity that was invading her femininity.
When things
were really getting hot and heavy, that’s when her words started getting
scrambled. Praising the lover who had the longest and thickest she’d ever had,
it was Ted whose name she’d been expected to call out, not a man who she didn’t
even know.
Things were
really getting mixed up. She’d whisper the name Ted, and call out the name
‘Abe’, the mystery stranger who shouldn’t even have been there, let alone be
fucking her so good like she was yelling for the whole world to hear.
It was
almost unsettling. Almost, but Abe wasn’t about to quit then, no matter whose
name this white one was calling him by. She might fool her husband into
thinking she believed it was him who was doing her, but she knew full well it
was a different man who was sliding his cock deep into her steaming pussy.
“Oh, I love you Abe, for fucking me soo good!”
She’d been so excited she forgot to whisper those words, those and a whole lot
more. Everyone there knew full well the big black cock she was describing in
such glowing terms belonged to Abe, not Ted, no matter whose name she called
him by.
Before
they’d even started, Ted’s woman told Abe to act real subdued so it wouldn’t
look like they were enjoying it too much. It was she who didn’t follow her own
plan. Once he’d got it all stuffed in, it was like she went crazy she was
enjoying her black man so much. She was humping up against him so hard he could
scarcely keep that cover over the two of them.
Ted was
startled too. Her actions almost shook him from his drunken stupor. He spilled
a mouthful of beer down the front of his chin.
“What the
hell? She usually acts almost unconscious during this part of his sordid plans.
Later she gets to movin
those little hips of hers, but not this early in the game. She’d never acted
like this with her own husband or those other men he’d snuck in on her either.
Look at the
way my wife’s jabbering now, the bitch.
What? For a second there he thought she’d called out Abe’s name, even
said something about black cock. He must have been mistaken though. This time
she said it more clearly.”
“Oh Ted.
This is the best you’ve ever done. I love your big bla,
bad cock.”
For a
minute he thought he’d heard that word, ‘black’ again but she’d said ‘bad’
instead, ‘bad cock’, not ‘black cock’.
It was hard to understand exactly what the woman was saying, she was
babbling so.
Ted was
beating his meat while all this was going on. Right while his wife was getting
fucked by someone she’s never met up until then, he was watchin and she was doin.
A big black man, he’d climbed into her bed, onto Ted’s wife, and, without a bit
of foreplay, started fucking the daylights out of her. And she was lovin
it!
It had been
a great idea to introduce his wife to black cock. Her husband would know how much
she enjoyed the difference, but she wouldn’t be missing something she’d never
even known she had. Just the same, this would be the last time he’d ever bring
a big one like this home for her. It was embarrassing for a man to know what a
bitch his wife had become.
“Look at
the way she’s going at it now. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.”
That nigger
had his black butt out of the covers and her legs were practically over his
shoulders. The way she was so wet and sloppy from the fun they were having,
they sounded like a cow walkin through a muddy field
the way their sex were making those plopping and slurping noises.
His senses
dulled by alcohol and his ears damaged years ago by factory noises, didn’t
prevent him from hearing his wife
calling out that nigger Abe’s name
instead of Ted, her husband, the one she was supposed to think was doing
her. If she knew who it was screwing her, that’d mean she was cheating on him.
The bitch was cheating on her own husband.
Maybe it
was the covers slipping like they did that made her husband’s anger change to
erotic delirium.
After all,
wasn’t this the plan all along, having his wife done by his friend’s big
cock? It doesn’t matter whether his wife
knows who’s doing her or not. In the morning she won’t remember what happened
this night. Those pills fix it so she’ll think it was all a happy dream.
All those
times and he’d never arranged it better. God, it was sexy watching all this.
He’d never seen his wife carry on so, not with her husband, not even with those
other big cocks he’d slipped in on her.
The covers
slipped off the fornicators naked bodies, her legs were up over his broad
shoulders and that black ass was battering away between Ted’s wife’s white
thighs. He’s never seen or heard his woman act so enthused
They’re
getting ready to cum any minute now. That big nigger is going to shoot his load
in Ted’s little woman. She’s cuming too! Look at the way their bodies are
banging together like that.’
Ted
climaxed, so mesmerized by the decadence of what he himself
arranged that he grabbed his discarded shorts and used them to catch the
spurting proof of his excitement.
He was
relieved that they were finished too. His wife having his colored friend sure
acted different than she had on those previous occasions. He didn’t like the
way those two had been acting like they were enjoying each other so much. And,
to make matters worse, it looked like they might even start it all over
again.
Ted couldn’t imagine a man’s woman acting the
way his own wife had been carrying on while she was doing that nigger. Didn’t
that woman have any pride at all? And the way she was acting even after they
got done. She was just lying there with her arms and legs wrapped around that
big man, them just holding on to each other like they were glued together.
He’s
pissed. Here he’s offered his friend a quick piece of his wife’s tail and he’s
still hogging it all to himself. Abe
didn’t need to kiss her like he was then, either. Ted offered his woman for fuckin,
not for lovin. That nigger should be getting off her,
not touching her all over like that.
‘What’s
that? Looks like they is whispering something
together. He couldn’t hear the words but it seemed like there was some kind of
exchange going on between them.’
She was
whispering all right.
“Oh God!
You’re just perfect Abe. You’re getting real hard again. Go real slow so Ted
won’t know we’re doing it again. Oh, you feel so good.”
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1950’s
“Abe, I know you won’t ask me if this is just my imagination or if it really happened. Remember, I promised with all my heart I would leave you before I would lie. As it is right now, you didn’t do anything and you haven’t asked if what I’m telling you really did happen.
Anyway, just pretend you’re really mad at this man for telling you such things. You know what he told me didn’t happen because you were the one he was lying about. I know it didn’t happen because you told me it didn’t. There still is a problem, though.
What if what he says about me is true? How awful you would feel. Here, just for crazy lust, I wanted to try out a different black man to see, maybe if he was as good as you.
As things are now, it never even happened. I believe you when you say you went fishing with your friends. If or when you ask me, you’re real sure I’ll say my imaginary informer didn’t happen either and everything will be all right again. We go on with life as before.
Wait! Something’s wrong here. If I’ve been lying when I tell you not to believe a word this man says then I have to leave. You’ll have lied too. If he were right about me, wouldn’t he be right about you also?
****
“Listen to more of what the ‘Mystery Man’ might tell you,” Angel continued.
“Man, was your wife good when I finally got her in bed”, he brags. “I think it was her feeling my hard-on when we was kissing. Of course I wouldn’t have even been doing that if you hadn’t fucked up. Anyway, I have her robe off now. God! Them knockers she has. I never saw such a trim little body. Thanks Man, for sharing her with me.
She has me carry her into bed. I’m kissing her breasts, her stomach, everywhere. I even go down on her, I’m so thankful to be having her. I never did lick a woman down there before now, guess you never did either, that’s what she told me. She said you didn’t think it was manly to go where guys put their cocks, and I guess I always felt the same way. Before your wife, that is.
For a chance at her lovely snatch, I’d put my tongue anywhere, anytime. It was like I was on my honeymoon. She was really impressed by my size. You don’t need to feel bad about that though. I’ve even had old whores, those who probably had a thousand dicks shoved up them, telling me I was the biggest and best they ever had.
Your little Ho, the one you paid that big money for? She thought I was real good too, that time I had her. You had mine and I had yours, if you want to look at it that way. I got the best deal with both of them, especially yours, since she’s white, the lovin was free, and your woman cooked for me besides.
Anyway, your woman was lying on her back, those shapely pale legs spread as wide as she could get them and I was starting to go in. She wasn’t the tightest I ever had. Maybe that one you spent nine hundred on was even tighter, but I can sure tell you your woman was far and away the best.
Man was she ever the best. She was so wet, so slick, and my big hammer was going deeper and deeper. Most women tell me to stop at this point, put their little hands on my stomach and keep me from going deeper.
Your woman, though, she had her hands on my hips, pulling me in even more. She was crying out like she was in pain or something as she writhed and twisted herself even deeper up onto me. I never had a woman appreciate me more.
Anyway, I was going in slick and easy, with her urging me on. All at once I’d given her all of me there was to give. I’m balls deep and she’s grinding around up to meet me. Big as I am, we were as close together as a man and his woman can be. Man, she sure creamed easy. I just couldn’t stop gushing and she couldn’t either.
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