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A Tale of Forbidden Love
BLACK ON WHITE
Book One (sample)
Liza, his colored sweetheart, had
been his hope for the future. This girl’s father stole that dream away from
him. Now he was having the daughter in the same way Master had taken his
Liza. The white heiress represented no
future for a Negro slave but more than enough for this very moment. Nothing
else mattered, just her.
Janie, by now totally warmed and
ready, purposely slowed things down a little. Instinctively, from her own
limited orgasmic experiences, she knew their bliss filled exchange could be
delayed or maybe even stopped if he reached that delirious peak prematurely.
Not before they did it. Not before she got that big black thing of his inside.
After that happened, When he finished with that, only then would she be done
with her slave.
He
could just tend to her for a while. She’s waited and wondered what a man would
be like for nearly half her life now. She’s going to have it all soon. She owns
him. He’s her property. Soon he’ll be her love slave.
Curiously,
she wasn’t the slightest bit afraid. Nat’s penis was large, dark, and mysterious.
His wasn’t at all like the paintings and statues she’d seen showing male
anatomy.
There
was the schoolgirl’s giggling chatter about black males being much larger, too
large for a white girl. She didn’t believe it, not with how exciting that one
friend found her slave lover.
Nat’s
ebony masterpiece didn’t seem the least bit threatening either. It hadn’t even
occurred to her it would bring anything but pleasure. She had to have him, now!
Her young slave’s entire being throbbed at his white girl’s magical words.
“Nat,
Do Me now. Be gentle. It’s my first time. Go real slow,” she whispered.
Her
offering slowly reverberated into his ear. The mystical words, softly murmured
through female heated breath, entered his ear, echoed through his being, burned
to his very soul. He felt her hand circumference his bursting passion, guide
him to her heat, to her femininity.
Jane’s
eagerness was apparent as her other hand moved to his taunt hips, pulling him
to her with surprising strength. Her pale, youthful body arched upward to his
dark muscular one as she strained to complete the carnal coupling. Her hands
were grasping, holding, guiding.
He
felt shredding resistance, then entrance. It was all so easy, almost surgical.
Except for the intense pleasure, that is. He noticed her tightness, but his
newly initiated young woman was past noticing any discomfort. The burning
pleasure was too great for her to focus on anything else.
Her
black man was in her now, sinking into forbidden oblivion. There could be no
going back. The little white virgin was no more. Her
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When he was gone
and she married, 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.
With her slave, she can’t stop. All it took was his larger
than life, black magic ‘cock’. She’s so happy her husband led her to this, made
her do the forbidden.
“Look at me now.” She burrowed up to and into her dark
lover and exalted in his renewing passion. She purred her satisfaction and
pleasure.
Buck
was sweating. They were slippery together and his Lady was wet to him, inside
and out. She didn’t feel so tight to him now, just right.
Plantation
Lady’s love talk shocked him some. The cooing and meows of pleasure were all
right, but it made him uneasy to hear this fancy lady, his beautiful white
woman calling out the way she did.
“OH, God, I love your big, black cock. It’s so naughty, your black in my white. We’re so bad together. I love it!
More, more!” she begged and pleaded.
BLACK ON WHITE
She 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 listened as Lady Penny told him her personal
attendant was pregnant and she now was looking for a replacement.
“Maybe your little darkie friend would be my new house
slave. That way I could use her for regular personal duties and she, living in
the upstairs servant’s quarters, would be even handier if you started missing
her.”
Penny had been convincing. Who could argue with a
proposition like this?
“We’d be in real close quarters, your women. Lila would be across the hall. And me, I’d be
right next door. You wouldn’t have to walk so far to find someone to keep your
bed warm. Maybe she and I could both warm you up a little.”
Her pretty mouth shined its tantalizing little smile.
“Just imagine two maidens for your pleasure. Oh, and
since we’re busy changing our slaves duties, I’d like to make that livery boy,
Jeremiah, into my coachman. That old nigger he’d be replacing is just too old.
He means well, but can barely walk and take care of himself, yet alone take
care of me.”
Master pondered her proposal. He’d been a little
skeptical of Penny’s increasing interest in the young colored boy. Before, he’d
always thought it was maternal, her with no children and all. At first the
reading was okay, kind of cute even. He’d rationalized it out but it just
didn’t quite add up.
“I don’t hold no store to
that fear of the darkies learning so much they’ll get smarter than their
Master. You can even teach a dog tricks if you work hard enough at it. Still
Lady has been awful friendly with that boy. Maybe she’s teaching him more than
just reading.”
He’d have to be a fool to not suspect something more
than his wife just wanting to play ‘mama’.
“Penny seems more contented lately. She’s even warming
up to me. Doesn’t seem to resent my paying respects to the young darkie girls
any more, even kids me about it. Says maybe she’ll join us sometime. Isn’t that
every man’s dream, his wife and another one, both at the same time? Bet my fine
Southern Belle wouldn’t do such a thing? Yet maybe…”
It turned out even better than his wildest dreams. A
few days after the big move, Master heard sounds coming from his wife’s
bedchamber. He listened at the door, water splashing, giggling, laughing, and
then finally, quiet murmuring. The door unbarred, he walked past the bed,
across the room, and opened the door into the bath.
Standing before his lust filled eyes were two naked
women, his beautiful blonde wife, and his young, nymph like, colored girl. His
lady, giving her slave a bath, laughingly looked up.
“Isn’t this nice, here we are together, both your
loves. I’m teaching her how to give a lady a bath. Maybe you’d like to watch?”
Lila, now that
her Master was present, was apprehensive at first, but quickly warmed to her
Lady’s seductive lessons.
Penny was seductive all right. Sponge and soapy water
soothed the slave’s little breasts, over her shoulders, down her back, around
to her belly. The young girl was so alluring, smiling, purring, with warm soapy
water running down her lean, nymph like, body.
Female play was rapidly becoming more intense. Lady
was at Lila’s dark, inviting bush. Gentle feminine hands and warm soapy water
sponged and caressed her with lusty appreciation.
They were giggling, girl and woman; tan and white
glancing back over naked shoulders, back towards his male presence, searching
for interest and approval. Master loved it, this sensual dream image. It was
unbelievable his wife was carrying on so. Possibilities were beginning to look
endless.
“I’ll teach her how to give you a real bath,” Penny
smiled.
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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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…..
It’s not that his Mama didn’t warn him. All those times she’d spun
that tale of his humble beginnings, the humilities his forefathers suffered, he
could have heeded her warnings. She’d started in on him from the time he first
started taking notice of the difference between boys and girls.
Mama caught him with his older Sister. After that she got real
explicit in her warnings. ‘He shouldn’t consider such things with his sister.
Some other nice colored girl would be okay when he got a little older.’
“Always heed the family curse,” she’d warned. “It ain’t no accident
that your Daddy and his before him met their fate by fallin for white women. It ain’t just that big woman
pleaser of yours or maybe the reputation black men have for satisfying white
women. It goes farther than that. History doesn’t lie.”
His sister was maybe thirteen when his Mama caught them naked
together. They’d had foreplay, lots of it, but nothing else. Not that they
hadn’t tried. He’d been naturally large
down there, even as a baby. He was eleven now, and Lanee considered he was big
enough even though he was younger than her.
She’d had some experience already. A white man had stopped by the
little shack they lived in. He was all dressed up in a suit, looking like some
politician, money lender or something equally influential. A young girl, all
alone like that, shouldn’t have opened the door for a stranger, but his sister
did.
From her vivid description of the happenings, Abe was real sure that
man must have thought he had a real catch with this one. That little girl,
well, actually she was quite tall, having reached her woman’s growth already,
anyways, she proved to be easy pickin’s for the suave
city slicker.
Her hair up in pig tails, maybe little yellow ribbons setting it off,
she’d have been standing in that open doorway all shy and innocent looking.
Most likely a little awed by the handsome white man, she’d probably have been
looking down at her bare feet, a little timid and shy.
That man would be looking like a spider after a fly, his eyes bulging
out and slobber filling his mouth at the sight of his ideal conquest. God,
under those simple clothes she was wearing, he could see everything this little
doll had.
That thin floral print dress of
hers, why he could see everything as if she didn’t have it on at all….the ‘V’
where everything came together, the way those skinny, chocolate legs peeked out
of her way too short little hem line. The way the frontal fabric stretched all
taunt and tight away from her chest.
“Is your mama home?”
“No, she goin to be gone all day.”
“Some other grown up be comin
over pretty soon old enough to be wanting insurance?”
“No! I old nuff to be by
myself all day.”
“Got a glass of water for a thirsty man? A pretty young lady like
yourself wouldn’t deny a thirsty man a glass of water, would she?”
She’d told Abe that the man was good looking, like one of those movie
stars they watched over at the cinema. Mama would give them a nickel for the
picture show sometimes when she’d earned real good cleaning the white folk’s
houses.
Sometimes, if she’d given them a few extra pennies they even bought
candy to eat while they was sittin there in the back
row. For three cents they could get a
whole bag full of goodies if they picked just right.
Anyway, she’d told Abe that man had a smooth way about him. She’d been
real shy, couldn’t even hardly look at him he was so good looking. He talked
nice too. He didn’t act like he was better cause she
was only a nigger. In fact they didn’t talk color at all. It was just like Abe
and her talking.
She hugged Abe then. Lanee was taller, he not fully grown yet. Her newly developing breasts kind of got in
the way when she pulled him to her. She’d been getting more affectionate to her
little brother since the white man came by, staring at him when he was in his
underwear and things like that.
Telling Abe all this, a real dreamy look came over her face. “He tells
me how pretty I look,” she said in her little girl way. “I’m a woman now, after
what he done to me.”
She hadn’t intended for that man to follow her into the kitchen, but
he did. She’d gotten him a glass of water from the pump and he’d sat down at
the table. After they’d both decided she didn’t have enough money to buy no
life insurance, the two of them just made small talk.
“That sure is a pretty dress with those flowers on it and all. They’re
violets. Is that your name Violet? You look like a little flower.”
She told Abe how nice she’d thought the man was to talk to her like
that. She didn’t know white men could be so sweet. Here she was, colored, and
this elegant man was treating her like anyone else.
She’d done a little curtsy like they did in the movies when a handsome
man gave the girl a nice compliment.
“Why thank you kind sir. My Aunt Nettie made it out of a flour sack.
She makes all my dresses.” He laughed at her demure ‘thank you, kind sir’. She
told him she liked to pretend she was a movie star.
When the now confident little tease whirled around in a tight little
circle to show ‘Mr. Suave’ another thing she’d learned at the movies, her skirt
flared near up to her waist. Not meaning to show that much, Abe’s sister
thought maybe her white paramour had gotten a peek at her panties, the way he
was sweating and looking at her real funny the way grown men did when they
liked what they was seein.
That man and she was laughing and kidding around about movies and
things like that. Then, ‘naughty man’
started suggesting things she hadn’t ever seen in no
movies. Well, maybe a little like that, but she sure
didn’t remember no leadin man asken
to see the fair white lady’s panties.
That’s when her enthralled man told his young colored he’d gotten a
glimpse of what she was hidin under that dress.
“Appreciating a good-lookin woman like she
surely was, why, he just couldn’t help but hope she’d show him some more.”
“Can you imagine, Abe, that fancy white man lookin
upon me like I was a grown up woman.”
This man tol me he saw movies with movie
stars wearing nothing but underclothes, naked even. If movie people did things
like that he couldn’t see no reason a young colored girl couldn’t show a movie
scout what she had on under her dress.
“Jus hike your dress up a little, woman,” that’s what he was coaxin me to do, Abe.
“Would you really be able to get me in the movies? Make me a real live
movie star? I ain’t never seen no darkie girls in no
picture show.”
Thrilled by the attention that white man in his fancy suit was giving
her, Lanee was thinking maybe she would do what he asked. If a movie star takes
off all her clothes to be in movies, it didn’t seem so bad to at least show
this man her underwear. She’d wished she
owned some nicer ones, though. What she had on were way too small, with
stretched out elastic that barely covered anything at all. They didn’t have but
a few holes, she could thank her lucky stars for that.
“Guess what, Abe. That nice man thought I looked so good with my dress
hiked up over my panties, he was practically begging me to take everything off.
Said he had to see more to know if I was actress material, but he
weren’t fooling me none. No, not one bit. He had that same look in his eye that
those older coloreds, full grown men, act now that I developing into a
woman.
He asked me to take my dress off, sayin he had to judge if I was photgeneic or somethin, so’s he’d
know for sure if I was suitable to be seen on the silver screen. I was
surprised, since I didn’t go past the fourth grade, that the places where they
make movies would even consider making someone like me into a real star.
Taking off my dress wasn’t enough, though. I was standing there in my
tattered undershirt and panties and he asked me to come real close. Sitting in
that kitchen chair, his eyes all scary and devouring, that man started touching
me all over.
I tried to stop him at first, saying nice girls don’t let grown men do
things like he was doin, even for respectable dressed up ones like him. That’s
when he got a little mad, sayin it was me who was thinking naughty thoughts. He
was a God-fearin man and all he was trying to do was
show a lovely young girl how to get ahead in
Course I found out later, Abe, how those white men lie for what they
want. He might have been God respectin like what he
said, but time proved what that man was really after…and it sure weren’t to get
a nice girl started in movie pictures.
Can you believe it, Abe? I actually apologized for being suspicious.
That man got real sugary then, said me being a nice girl, some of the things
I’d be required to do might seem a little immodest, but that’s the way it was
being a star. Getting all the benefits that money could buy, big, house, new
car, fancy clothes, dating movie actors, living the good life like that took
sacrifice.
“It’d be worth it though,” that’s what he said. The lying man promised
if the audition turned out good, he’d even send one who treated him real nice
and did what he said so he could get a good nitial
audition, he’d pay her way to movie school.
Getting near naked in front of some stranger and letting him touch me
all over like he was doin, still seemed reason to be plenty suspicious, but I
started believing after what he promised then.
He told me that normally this touching he was doin was all part of his
job and didn’t mean nothin at all to him. With me it was different. I was just
so pretty and lookin so good he wanted to treat me
special, do nice things for one like me.
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ON WHITE
“Supposing the phone
was ringing here at about eleven thirty last night. There’s a man on the line
and he asks for you. I tell him I expect you home any time now, but it’s late
so he’d better not call until morning. ‘Because you’ll be needin
your sleep’,” that’s what I tell him.
“Imagine him laughing
at that. Says you sure will need sleep with what you’re doing right then.”
Angel was talking in a
monotone, cold and deliberate, repeating the painful truth the ‘suppose’ man
had ‘maybe’ been telling her.
‘Your man, he’s been dancing and carrying on
with some pretty little thing, looks like maybe she’s thirteen or fourteen
years old.’
Where’s Pretend Man
getting all this information Abe? If you’re at home like you’re supposed to be,
how’s some stranger coming up with tall tales like this?
Angel waited for an
answer, but of course her guilt ridden husband didn’t have any.
Supposing Mr.
Information goes on to tell Ms. Cheated
on Wife how the guys in Della’s were all laughing at her husband, saying that
girl was a real hot little number and how moon struck he was over her sweet
black ass.
The men in that bar,
they was supposedly ribbing and teasing, saying maybe white ones weren’t as
tight and right had been let on….how bro Abe been lordin
it over them all this time about what he got at home and then goes and loses his head over a sista.
“If white pussy is so
good why’d you pay so much for a colored one?” That’s what ‘Suppose Man’ might
have been telling me they was saying about my husband, my ‘till death so us
part’ man.
“Abe Freeman must’ve
forgotten how to do it with a real woman, him being with a white one so long,”
that’s what that crowd was supposedly yelling. You Abe, forgot all about being
married. Yelling out to your so called ‘friends’ how you can handle any woman,
especially a colored one.
She’s dancing around in
her little purple skirt, black mesh stockings going all the way up to ‘France’,
a showin her little black panties and all.”
Remember now, this is
just a story. You wouldn’t lie to me knowing I’d leave you if you slept with
another woman or I’d leave you if you lied about doing it, either one. Lying or
cheating and your trophy white woman wouldn’t be here with you any more.
It’s just one of those
things, my dear husband. You like to gamble, heads you lose, tails you lose.
It’s a sure thing. If you want to lose, fool around or lie, take your pick.
This man, the ‘suppose’
one, the one who was telling me about you. He sweet talks me, says he’s always
envied you for having a woman pretty and desirable like me.
“You probably don’t
even know I exist. I’ve tried to catch your eye, but you’re only got eyes for
that husband you’re hanging on all the time. You deserve better, that’s why I’m
calling you now.”
“I wanted you from the
first moment I saw you,” he tells me in his charming way. “I’ve never had a
white woman, I’ve seen some that are beautiful but you are the first I really
wanted. I can’t count the number of nights I’ve laid awake thinking of you. I
wouldn’t think of treating you like your man does. He’s up there in bed with
that young Hoe now, doing the same things I wish I was doing with you.”
“I know men want to be
with those young pro’s,” he says, “but I sure didn’t think it was right when
that pimp follows your man and that young colored girl upstairs and comes down laughing a few
minutes later, saying the big bankroll your husband spent the whole night
winning was his now.
Fancy Dandy came down
those steps with a big wad of bills, gloating about how your man paid more’n nine bills, nine hundred dollars for one night of
fooling around with that young colored. He made your man look like an idiot,
Ms. Angel, hollering out all that garbage like he was.”
“Goes to prove the
black ones are better, if Abe with his pretty white woman will pay that much
for a night with one as inexperienced as this new one of mine,” that’s what
that man counting his handful of money was saying to the crowd.
“I didn’t believe what
they was taunting your husband about, not one little bit, pretty lady. No woman black or white could be more
desirable, no wallet could hold enough to savor even a few minutes of your
lovely body. I know you wouldn’t accept
money like what your husband was paying for, but I knew you’d be right for me
at any price. I wouldn’t need another woman ever if I had one waiting at home
for me like you. “
Angel paused to let the
effect of what she was saying sink in. Here was a man who would give up
everything he had to be with what her own husband was willing to exchange for a
few naked minutes with some young prostitute.
“Abe, my faithful
husband, I guess it’s a good thing you weren’t doing what that man was telling
me cause if you had been, I’d have known it in my heart and fallen for his
smooth ways.
Maybe I’d be getting
revenge, or maybe just plain curiosity. Sound familiar Abe, did I marry you too
soon, before you got your fill of young girls the same color as you? That
couldn’t have happened, now could it?
It’d be hard to for you
to understand why your wife would want to try a different black man when lovin
was so good between you and her. You’d expect her to be better than that, now
wouldn’t you?
Course if you’d have
been home like what would be expected of any good husband, another man wouldn’t
be able to fill you woman with lies just for a chance to fill her with
something else of his, now would he?
Of course Abe wasn’t
about to say a word in his defense. He just kept downcast eyes and as humble a
profile as he could muster as Angel continued her story about a man who may or
may not have called and informed on her cheating husband.
She’d hinted at his so
called ‘sweet talkin’ ways, how maybe she’d be
interested in trying some other black man if her own had been unfaithful. My
God, if what she was saying was true, he didn’t know if he should hunt down
that bastard informer, or shoot himself instead. He felt sick inside, a
combination of shame and dread.
Author’s note: Sample excerpts are taken directly from the
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OF CONSENT
A Young Girl’s
Awakening
A Girl ‘Old Enough’, but her pubescent looks might
deceive a lusting man into thinking she was years younger. What unfair
advantage does the unscrupulous
Follow the life of an unscrupulous beauty as she uses
her youthful appearance to trick and seduce so many different men.
Not for the faint hearted, you’ll gasp as the story
weaves its tale of revenge and sexual depravation.
Age of Consent
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