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Excerpts from BLACK ON WHITE, the epic
Readers of the author, J. C. Stephens’, work may recognize
the similarities between this excerpt from BLACK ON WHITE, book Three and
excerpts from his first book, “a tale of FORBIDDEN LOVE”. BLACK ON WHITE, Books One through Four, is a
revised and expanded version of the original title. The author feels that enough differences
exist between the two works to make each an interesting read.
Buck
knew he could help this rich, spoiled lady find satisfaction with his God given
advantages. Every woman he’d had was more than eager for a repeat. He’d have to
be real careful, though. She was tiny, even smaller than Lady Jane. Would a
pretty little thing like her be even tighter than his first white woman?
Buck
couldn’t believe his good fortune this past year, living a life not all that
different than those white
He
even got to ‘bed’ with the young colored girls. Well, actually just one, Batta,
who Lady Jane had taken a sexual interest in and decided to include her big
colored slave in their play.
This
time his Lady’s perversions included her friend Penny, and the two of them
invited Buck into their ménage de trios. Bedding his Lady, a forbidden act for
any colored male, and he’d been savoring her ‘charms’ almost every night for a
year now. Tonight would be even more unthinkable, as if that could be possible.
Two beautiful white ladies, both at the same time, the same night. In his
wildest imagination he couldn’t have imagined slavery would include something
like what was happening this very instant.
He
was whipped years ago, back when he was a young slave, for lusting after a
pretty woman not all that different from the golden haired one he was about to
have now. That one was older and full figured, definitely bolder and eager to
give a black boy sampling of his first white woman.
He
probably wouldn’t have been the first colored she’d sampled, not the way she
was acting. There was no mistaking the brazen look that white one had given him
and the desire shining in her eyes, as she looked him up and down, her rapt
attention riveted on what was rapidly becoming a huge bulge in his pants.
He
was young then, but not so stupid as to be unaware this shouldn’t be happening,
especially like this out by the stable where anyone might wander by at any
moment. Still he had been powerless to move, a young man snared in the ‘devils
grasp’.
Time
stood still as her eyes remained glued on what was just throbbing away in anticipation
of having this obviously ‘ready’ white woman.
He
watched as her gloved hand reached out tantalizingly slow and grasped his newly
emerging manhood. She’d been kind of standing there, stroking him some,
evidently trying to figure out where to take him to get ‘it’ tucked where she
thought it belonged. Simultaneously he sensed someone behind him and her eyes
registered fearful realization. They had been discovered.
“Simon,
thank God you’re here. This beast was about to violate me, said he was
going to rape me. He tried to drag me into the barn and have his way with me. I
stalled him, made him think I wanted him too. I just knew you’d come by in time
to save me from this animal.”
Buck
was sure that owner hadn’t been ignorant enough to fall for the wife’s lies,
but he was also thankful his own breeding and ‘special qualities’ made him a
valuable commodity. A colored like him was far too valuable to torture and
kill. He took his ‘twenty lashes like a man, didn’t cry out once. They salted
his wounds, locked him in a dungeon until he healed, then sold him to a new
owner.
He
hadn’t really done all that much wrong with that first woman, certainly not
enough to justify those many scars down his back. The wounds scarred his mind
even more than his body. His only sin had been to stand there and let that
lying woman paw his body.
He
couldn’t do anything about the injustice of that first flogging but Buck had
sure been making up for lost time ever since.
He
even dared to sneak into Lady Jane’s bedchamber while Master was still alive,
and on those sinful nights he taught her why Plantation Masters kept their
women away from Negro males. That’s why she was with him to this day, had never
looked for another mate since she was widowed.
History
was repeating itself. He may be just a slave but he sure knew how to pleasure
those rich pampered white females. This one’s husband, he’d hopefully never
find out what Buck had done to her, how much she’d been satisfied by a real
man, but she’d sure know. It’d be her secret. And her dark lover, of course,
he’d know too.
That’s
what Jane called him now, her ‘dark lover’. Never again was he a nigger after
he showed her how he could make a woman feel. Lady Penny would be the same.
Once he’d done her, a mere white man would never satisfy her again. That would
be his perfect revenge.
As
he lowered himself between the pale thighs of his second forbidden love, his
mind and body sang in jubilation. He was elated to recapture that
feeling of power he had those earlier times with Lady Jane. How he’d won her
away from his evil Master, and how, when later she, widowed now, hadn’t wanted
any man but her faithful slave.
He
remembered that first one, the one he’d almost had. The lusty, older blonde who
looked something like the one he was having now. The way she decided she wanted
him, and the brutal injustice he’d suffered when they were discovered in their
attempted fornication. Moments like now were his perfect revenge. He was proud
to be black, to sample white man’s pride, his woman.
He
was centered on her heat, almost starting to go in, his second white lady and
she was almost his. God, she was feeling good to him. Tight, maybe too much so,
the way she was beginning to struggle. He suspected this woman held misgivings
about giving up her body to a black man. But he couldn’t quit now. Not till his
lady ordered him to quit. God, he hoped that wouldn’t happen.
Buck
knew full well he should stop trying to possess this golden haired one, but his
Lady, the one who owned him, said he should keep on. It wasn’t like the one called Penny was
trying all that hard to get away, if she was at all. She was only crying out
her “no’s”, that is when he could understand her confused ramblings at all.
With
Penny’s petite body spread-eagled underneath, Buck holding her flailing arms
over her head to keep her still, it was Lady Jane who took his throbbing
manhood in hand and guided it towards her friend’s struggling body.
She wasn’t struggling, not anymore. Not to get
away, that is.
At that moment of initial rapture, when he
felt this tiny woman’s heat begin to unfurl around him, he was aware of her
thighs opening to better accommodate and her cool arms wrapping around his
sweaty neck. Her eyes were open, locked on his. Pretty mouth open, her muted
moan seemed anything but refusal. And she was telling him to be careful, not to
hurt her.
When
she felt his heated entry, she resigned herself to an uncertain fate. God, he
was so big. His dark body centered between her slightly tightened thighs,
forcing her ‘apart’ enough to allow access to her most private of places, a
pleasure a black man should never possess.
God,
she just knew this was wrong. Why, every since she was a little girl it was
dirty and sinful even to talk or play with a little colored boy. Now, just look
at what one of the South’s finest ladies was letting this one do. And not a
boy, this was an adult male. All man, and having his little white girl.
Penny
knew she should stop what this man was doing to her, but didn’t know how. By
now she was confused about even wanting to quit. In reality, if someone were to
try to stop what was taking place, they’d have to pry those clinging pale legs
and arms away that she had wrapped around her forbidden lover, holding his
ebony body to her like second skin.
“He’s
twice as big as me; I’m like a little doll lodged under this huge animal. I’d
never be able to make him stop now. Why, Jane would hate me for ending this
after we’d gone this far. After all she’s done, her good intentions, helping me
find satisfaction with a male.”
Her
voyeur friend loved the decadence, the joy she was providing her two loves.
Penny was on her back, her lean pale legs still somewhat together. Buck’s black
manhood had been probing and searching its way into her friend. Enthralled,
Jane assisted, grasped his maleness and gently guided her slave’s love machine
into her lady friend’s most private of places
Her
friend struggled frantically at that moment of decision. Jane could almost feel
the panic. She suspected Penny felt like a fly caught in a spider’s web,
desperately trying to be free. The many legged monster, alert to its captive’s
frantic flailing, was winding its ominous way down on silken strands to devour
her. And she was helpless to even resist.
When
Penny first felt his heat and pressure, she was overcome with fear and dread.
The horrible violation of her femininity would be the atonement for her
sins. Suddenly there was relief.
Of
course Jane knew all the time--first it’d get easier, then black would be
better, the best she’d ever had. That’s why when Penny was struggling under
that black giant her tearful pleas had been ignored.
Later,
Jane set her friend straight when asked why she’d let Buck continue when she
was being begged to make him stop. Sure, a friend would come to her aid if she
was being raped by some savage nigger.
“Penny,
my dear friend, it wasn’t that way at all. I’ve been real close and personal
with you, you know that. You may have been thinking what you were doing was
wrong, but your body gave you away. I could tell how much you wanted my slave
to do it to you.”
They
were holding each other and cuddling as this conversation was taking place.
“Your parts were real thick and heavy like
they get when you and I are at our best with each other. Why, with that sparse
hair of yours down there, I could see real clear how beet red your pussy was,
you all aroused and having so much blood flowing down there.
With
you and me together, you get that way when you’re about to orgasm, but Penny,
my dear lover, you and my slave, well, it was obvious he had you even more
excited than you’d ever been with me. I just couldn’t let that experience, you
having what you wanted so much, get away from you just cause some silly laws
said you shouldn’t be doing it.”
And
so that’s why Jane had disregarded Penny’s pleas and let it happen. And happen
it did.
Black
was going into white. Jane had done it with him and now Penny was about to also
find out how much better big and black could really be. The beginning of the
defilement, the ravishment of what had been a fine Southern lady and nothing
had ever felt better. Consequences didn’t matter any more, only what was
happening in the moment.
For
a fleeting moment a cloud of guilt overcame her. What if her husband was to see
what she was doing now? Then she thought of him and his little black playmates.
If that was right, wasn’t this too?
His
black was going in real slow.
“He’s
being gentle because he doesn’t want to hurt me.” He sensed her newly found
confidence too. His new Lady was relaxing and it was getting easier. For the
first time since this had started he knew he had her now. This one wouldn’t
want to stop till he made her cum, not the way she was acting now.
His
blonde lady, tiny and eyes closed real tight, was even moving a little. Not
struggling to get away like she was at first, more like trying to encourage him
some. Not wild with passion, but cautious little movements, pushing her little
hips up to meet his slow, shallow penetrations.
Before,
she tried to avoid expectations like she was having now. When she first was
married, when they were having sex she’d gotten all eager for some illusive
promise, something to happen that never did. She’d given up on that hope years
ago.
Jane
said it’d be better with this one; a big, black man like him would make a woman
feel even better than with someone of her own sex. A man had never bought Penny
to orgasm before, why would this one be any different?
“It’ll
be over soon. He gets it in, moves up and down a little, wham, bam, and it’s
over, just like with my husband. It does feel better though, my God we are so
tight together.”
Jane
was brushing the hair back from her friend’s eyes, watching her expression as
she caressed her pale face. Penny looked over at her friend, all the while her
hips moving in cadence with the black giant moving slowly and deeper into her
clinging body.
“Oh
my, you were right, Jane, black really is better.”
Jane
was still comforting her. She really didn’t need reassurances. Not anymore. All
she wanted was to concentrate on what ‘he’ was doing to her now.
She
hadn’t even been aware of the change, her transformation from dreadful
resignation to fervent reception. Her femininity was now open and eagerly
clinging to his ‘black magic love’ with juicy enthusiasm. Her body, abandoning
silly fears and prejudice, was grasping and plunging against his with delirious
appreciation. She looked up at this handsome dark man bringing her so much
gratification.
She
loved his big, muscled body, his admiring eyes feasting on her body, his gaze
locked on hers, as he pumped his strength so wonderfully deep into her. Her
body jolting with his every lusting thrust, her admiration was music to his
soul.
“God,
you’re so good I can hardly stand it. We’re so tight together. Oh, do me, Do
It.”
What earlier seemed impossible had become incredibly easy. Nature
hadn’t made black men too ‘big’ for white women after all. What she’d heard
about never being satisfied with males of her own race after doing the
‘forbidden’ might have a little truth to it. In fact she was almost positive of
that fact.
Penny’s brief initial alarm at the reality of the large Negro intrusion
and the subsequent outcome had been apparent to Jane. She, comforting her
friend and simultaneously guiding Buck’s heated blackness, felt Penny’s actual
physical surrender to passion’s grip, that moment of truth when tenseness and
taunt muscles were replaced with eager, babbling acceptance.
By now Penny was wet, almost sopping the bed in the juices of fervent
desire. Jane could sense her transformation from indecisiveness to eager
acceptance. If her actions wouldn’t have been indicative enough, her words left
no room for doubt.
While Buck labored with enthused vigor on and in his second white
woman, she looked over at the friend who bought her all this. Her eyes shined
with gratitude.
“Oh,
Jane, you were right. It’s big, bigger than I ever had. It’s good: no it’s bad.
I shouldn’t be doing this. Just a little longer and we’ll have to make him
stop. OH, he’s going deeper, getting tighter.
Is he going to hurt me, Jane? No it’s even better. He’s perfect. It’s
going to happen. Now, this time it’s finally going to happen.”
….
Buck
had watched as his blackness penetrated her little pink flower, how those
petals parted so erotically. Her warmth and
wetness grasped deliciously as his manhood disappeared inside her female
clinging submission.
He
just loved the look of rapture he brought to his willing subjects. White ones
were so appreciative. He felt uneasy with the way she was acting before, struggling
like that. Now she loved it.
He
was glad he hadn’t quit when she said he should. Jane was right all along,
everything would be just fine when he got it in. He was happy he hadn’t rushed
her though. That’s probably what made her so responsive now.
She
was tensing! Maybe he was going too deep.
“Oh,
give me more!” He complied. Her black magic lover pushed deeper and stronger.
Jane
watched the delight on her friend’s face. She was proud of her Buck.
He
won’t cum as fast with this new one as he did that first time with her, his
first white woman. Having a different
one couldn’t ever be as exciting as his first, even this one, as pretty and
little as her friend, Penny. Blond or red haired, either would be a privilege
to a black who wasn’t supposed to be doing this at all.
Jane
was proud of herself. Everything went even better than planned.
Penny
was taking it all now; all of the slave’s big black cock was as far into her
tight pussy as it could go. It was impossible.
He built so big; the woman he was putting it in was so tiny.
“But
look how her arms are wrapped around him. I’ll bet she’ll be anxious for us
anytime I choose to share him from now on.”
Soft
moans, appreciative trills and suction sounds translated to satisfaction and
joy. Jane watching and Buck doing, could both sense the pending urgency closing
around the blonde goddess lying blissfully under him. Penny knew what was
happening, something she had given up as impossible was now within reach.
“All
my life I’ve searched for this and I’m almost there. Just a little longer.
More! I can do it!”
She
was almost screaming out her delight. Her body seemingly almost out of control,
writhed and twisted without rhythm, dedicated solely to purpose.
“I
can do it!”
Her
slim thighs were spread wide, allowing the Negro unfettered access to the
fair-haired white lady he was relishing. Hands that earlier were trying to push
away and repel the monster who was trying so hard to violate her, were now on
his dark hips pulling him back to her every time he’d draw that delicious
forbidden heat from her body.
Sensing
her urgency, sweat poured from the slave toiling above her, dropping unheeded
onto the pale beauty beneath him.
Her entire body was writhing in a delirium
monumentally beyond reluctant submission. Buck, sensing this woman’s urgency,
pushed even harder, deeper and faster. His blonde Goddess, finally over the
threshold, lost herself in pleasure as wave after wave of intensity swept over
her. Her black lover didn’t think he’d ever stop cumming and cumming, and
cumming!
Jane,
sharing her friend’s moment, leaned between the couple and passionately kissed
Penny. Their soft lips and tongues met
in familiar female intrigue. As the climax shuddered through Penny’s body, Buck
felt the wild abandonment, the throbbing, and the grinding; as his second
forbidden woman reached her ‘first’, her fulfillment. All it took was doing the
forbidden. The fancy Lady fucked a nigger and her punishment was the first
orgasm she’d experienced in a lifetime. It was unbelievable.
“It’s
here! It’s happening! God, he’s so tight, I can’t stand it. Now he’s cumming.
He’s getting larger. He’ll tear me apart. I can’t stand it. I love it!”
His
forbidden black moved faster and pumped harder as the largest sex imaginable,
repeatedly withdrew and entered, again and again. Her white body jolted with
each thrust, but it wasn’t discomfort or dismay, those groans emitting from her
lips. With every one of his enthusiastic thrusts, her straining hips weren’t
drawing away in intimidation, either. They were tilting in eager reception and
perfect cadence to her black lover’s magic.
At
that final moment when ecstasy swept over them both, in an act as erotic as it
was forbidden, the illicit female ground herself pubic to pubic against her
lover in total abandonment. He was gushing, pumping, sliding.
Catching
their breath, they lay throbbing together in blissful exhaustion. After a short
time, Buck withdrew from his blonde lady’s clinging confines and looked for his
lovely redhead, the one who owned him, who made this impossible decadence a
reality. She smiled at her slave gently. He knew everything would be all right.
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