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A Tale of Forbidden Love
BLACK ON WHITE
Book One
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.
***
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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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 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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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.
***
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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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.
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“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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