Contrasts (24 page)

“It....it...doesn’t matter.”

“Just so you get fucked, right?” Again she didn’t respond. He spun her around and brought his hand up hard between her legs grabbing her crotch, lifting her and digging his fingernails into her. She started to scream, but with his free hand he slapped her across the face. He released her. She was trembling. She stood before him and bowed her head. “Say how you want to be fucked,” he demanded.

It took a moment before she could find her voice. “Ah...uh...you on top.”

“That’s so you can watch my black dick goin in and out of your fuckin white cunt, right?”

“Please, Darnell, can’t we...can’t we...” she began.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bedroom. She was surprised how strong he was for such a skinny boy. The narrow bed was unmade, the grimy sheets stained and smelling rancid. “You want me to rip them fancy clothes off or you gonna strip for me?”

“I’ll strip.”

“I ain’t hearin the words of affection. Seems you forgot them. You better start rememberin especially when we go out.”

She was terribly afraid of him, but also knew her pussy was very wet and her nipples were painfully hard. She glanced at the bed and then looked at him. “I’m sorry honey. Really I am. I’ll try to remember.”

“What you gonna do?”

“Like you said, I’ll take my clothes off.” He waited for her to go on. “Then...then when I’m naked, I...I’ll undress you and kiss you, kiss you wherever you like...and...and do what you tell me.” He seemed to be waiting for her to continue. “I want to, honey....I honestly don’t know why, but I want to please you. I want you to want me.”

“It ain’t cause I got them pictures and tapes and that fucking history book you wrote in?”

She stepped close to him and put her arms around him. “No, honey. I’ve been thinking about what you said. You were my first, my first real man. It was your...your beautiful cock that changed me, gave me an orgasm my first orgasm. I’ve lain awake at night wondering why I couldn’t stop thinking of it, of your cock and of you. I remembered how your cock smelled and how it tasted and how it felt in my mouth and inside me when you made me cum for the first time in my life.”

Her confession surprised him, but he tried not to show it. “You know what NWS means?”

“It stands for Negro Worship Society.”

“You white women Watts gets into his fuckin society is supposed to worship black cock, but I don’t buy that shit. Maybe some, but most is just fuckin fakin it. You think you gonna worship my cock for real or you gonna fake it?”

She stepped back to look at him, to see if he was serious. She decided he was. “I’ll give you an honest answer, not what I think you want to hear. Is that all right?”

“Fuck yeah. You think I want my bitch lying to me?”

“I think in time, honey....in time it will...will gradually come to something like that...like worship your cock.....but I need...I need to have it often,” she paused, “and everywhere.”

“Your ass?”

“No, honey, not yet. Watts has told me over and over that I have to keep it for...for one of the important men he does business with, a very rich, very powerful man. Your Uncle would kill both of us if we violated that agreement.”

“My Uncle!” he shouted, “my fuckin big shot uncle. I say fuck big shot uncle! I’m fuckin sick of hearin about Uncle Watts, been hearin it all my life!”

She could see he was becoming furious. Gently she backed him up until he sat on the bed. “Let me strip for you, honey,” she said. She stood in front of him and slowly pushed the wide neck of the red sweater over her shoulders gradually exposing her breasts. The rosy pink nipples were a shade darker and stiff. She unfastened the clips at the side of her skirt and let it fall. Naked except for the heels, she stepped over it and got to her knees before him. Looking up into his unsmiling face she licked her lips and said, “Now you.”

Impassively, he looked down at her. “I like seein my uppity white teacher on her knees in front of me. I like lookin at them lips and knowin they’re gonna be kissin my balls and suckin my black cock.”

“Making love to it, honey.”

“Yeah, Mrs. Gardner, everybody’s favorite teacher, on her knees making love to Darnell’s cock. That’s the way it’s supposed to be. That’s where she belongs, ain’t I right?”

She reached up and started to unbutton his shirt, “Yes, naked for you, on my knees, wanting you.” She slipped his shirt over his narrow shoulders and thin arms. His rib cage was visible, his chest flat. She stretched up to lick his black nipples. The salty taste of his sweat excited her.

He looked down at her, “Yeah, baby, you like a bitch in heat.”

Ann pulled off his jeans. His long sleek cock stuck straight out. The scent of him, the young black male scent, caused her to breathe him in deeply. She drew her fingernails over the tight skin of his balls. She bent lower to untie his worn sneakers and remove them. He wore no socks. His feet were sweaty, but she found she didn’t mind the smell. His feet were narrow and his toes long, but perfectly formed. She held one damp foot in her hand and bent to inspect his toes. The toenails were long and ragged.

Looking up at him, she smiled, “One of these nights I’ll give you a pedicure,” she said.

“What’s that?”

“I’ll wash your beautiful feet and clean your toenails and trim them. Maybe put a clear polish on them.”

“Maybe suck them?”

She felt the electric surge in the pit of her stomach. Still staring down at his feet, she whispered more to herself than to him, “Yes, darling, maybe suck them.”

“I didn’t hear you,”

She looked up at him hoping that his expression had softened. It hadn’t. “I said, yes, honey, maybe I’ll do that some day.”

“You know what it means to toss salad?”

The question surprised her. “You put all the ingredients for a salad together then pour the dressing over it and toss it together.”

“What it means to toss the black man’s salad!” He glared at her.

“No...no...I don’t.”

“It means the white woman gets on her knees behind him and spreads his ass cheeks and licks his ass crack.”

“Oh my God!” she turned away and looked at the dirty clothes piled in the corner.

Darnell leaned forward and tapped her head, “Look up when I’m talkin.” She raised her head. “Maybe when you givin me this pedicure you also toss my salad? How about that?” She bowed her head saying nothing.

“Goddamn, I asked you a fuckin question!” he shouted.

“Maybe,” she said softly, “but I can’t...I can’t...”

“Uncle Watts, who knows all about this shit, he say that the best goddamn way a white woman can pay for all the hard stuff the slaves had to deal with and show her true feelin for the black man is for her to toss his salad.” He leaned back on his elbows observing her. She was blushing and breathing faster. “Remember, you said maybe so I’ll hold you to that or else I’ll just make you do it, but it’s better if you just fuckin decide you want to, like with the pedicure.”

His cock was still stiff and just inches from her face. Tentatively, she drew her fingers along it lightly. It twitched. “Darnell, honey, please. Let me suck it.”

“Lick my balls, but first tell me who you is and what you is.”

“I...I’m Ann Gardner, your teacher. I’m a white married woman six years older than you, but still young and considered pretty.”

“What is you now with me?”

“I’m your woman...your bitch.”

“I own you?”

“Yes, you own me.”

“What you want from me?”

“I want you to fuck me....Darnell, please, honey, I want so much for you to fuck me.”

“Balls first then suck it, get it wet.”

She pushed his cock back against his stomach and leaned forward to kiss and lick his balls. Perhaps because he was so young his scent was stronger and richer, somehow blacker than the others. It made her feel almost dizzy. She wanted to fill her lungs with it, wanted to taste it. She could feel her pussy juice ooze from her slit. She licked along the underside of his shaft remembering to look up at him hoping he would see in her eyes that she really loved licking his long velvety black cock. She took it in her mouth as deep as she could, making a tight seal with her lips, laving it with her tongue, feeling it alive in her mouth, feeling it jerk and pulse. Her saliva ran down and over his balls. She began to suck harder moving her head up and down. Before he could cum, he pushed her away. He made room for her on the soiled mattress. “Lay down,” he said, “I’m gonna fuck you.”

Quickly Ann climbed onto the bed and lay on her back spreading her legs, offering him her hairless cunt glistening with her milky secretions. He knelt between her legs and rubbed the head of his cock against her swollen clitoris. She squirmed and gasped and lifted her hips toward it. He teased her like this until she was half in tears begging him to fuck her. “Ohh God...please, please, honey...please put it in...please I need it...need it so bad. I love your beautiful cock......Yours was the first...please, Darnell honey, please...”

Slowly, he began to ease it into her. She lifted her head and watched wide eyed as it disappeared like a long black snake inside her.
‘It’s in me,
’ she thought.
‘Darnell’s black cock is inside me. We’re connected in the most....the most wonderful way two people can connect.’
She continued to watch as he slowly withdrew all but the tip and just as slowly entered her again. She could feel the whole length of it slippery and hot, feel it gliding along the walls of her vagina and the tip of it deep inside her. His cock had a slight curve so that when he leaned forward the full length of it rubbed against her clitoris. She groaned and put her hands on his ass pulling him deeper into her. She kicked off her shoes and wrapped her legs around him and hooked her feet together. She desperately wanted to cum, but she also wanted this to last. She wanted him to fuck her slowly like this for hours and thought he probably could.

The whole day had been leading up to this. She’d been hot, her pussy moist, her nipples hard ever since she woke up. Then seeing him in her classroom, trying to tease him without being obvious, his smug arrogance, his terrible deception with the photographs and threats about prison, the hold he had over her now...which both frightened and excited her. She was truly like a slave. The slaves could not choose nor could she. They could only obey. The boy whose black cock was sliding rhythmically in and out of her was her Master.

She moved her hands to the back of his head and, parting her lips, pulled him down until his lips pressed hers and his tongue slid into her mouth.
‘Connected’
she thought, ‘
he’s inside my cunt and inside my mouth, full circle’
. Like the older man, John Albertson, he knew how to bring her to the edge of an orgasm and then withdraw to tease her by touching her swollen clit with the tip of his cock. He was in full control and knew it. He grinned down at her while she lifted her head to watch his long glistening black cock torment the opening she thrust up toward him. “Please,” she pleaded, “please, honey, let me have it....put it in me, please...please fuck me.”

After bringing her to the point of an orgasm several more times, he lay on top of her and pressed his open mouth over hers and held her tightly against him as he increased the pace of his thrusts faster and faster until she screamed and bucked and thrashed under him while he shot spurt after spurt of his hot cum into her. Even after her orgasm subsided she lay under him twitching and moaning softly and seeking his mouth with hers. She whispered into his mouth, “Kiss me, kiss me, I love your mouth, your tongue,

the way you kiss me.....oh God, Darnell, honey...”

Later, when they were getting dressed, he grinned at her, “Bet you ain’t never been fucked like that,” he said.

She finished pulling her sweater over her head and put her arms around him. Without her heels they were about the same height. She looked into his eyes hoping for some sign of affection. They seemed bright, but with self pride. She pulled him to her and, smiling, placed a finger under his chin, “It was the best,” she said. “I don’t know how you learned to....to....fuck like that. You drive me crazy!”

“I started early and had a lot of teachers, mostly older women like you. Older women, most of them, are good that way. They do just about anything to get a young guy to fuck them.”

“And me?” she asked.

“You’re hot,” he said, “and you’re easy like them. I bet I could have had you that first day right on the fuckin floor of the classroom.”

She nodded, “Maybe you could have.” She leaned toward him and gently touched her lips to his. His hand shot up to her breast and viciously twisted her nipple. She cried out and jumped back.

He looked at her, his expression blank, “I like doin that,” he said.

Her nipple was swollen. She looked down at it, frowning, “It hurts,” she said.

“It’s supposed to.”

When they got into the BMW he began to direct her to Bergans, a bar/restaurant in Park Slope. “It’s fuckin upscale,” he said. “Uncle Watts took me there once. You got money?”

“Yes and a credit card.”

“Good cause you’re payin. It’s like you owe me for the good fuck I give you.” He’d put on a relatively clean pair of jeans, a white shirt, and the same worn sneakers. He left the do-rag and his baseball cap at the apartment.

When they arrived at Bergans he told her to pull into the parking garage next to it, “We gonna take a taxi home. You leave this fuckin car on the street all night in my neighborhood it be gone in the morning for sure.”

“I’m staying all night?” she asked.

“You ain’t sucked my dick yet,” he said.

She saw the maitre d frowning as they approached. She stepped ahead of Darnell and put a twenty into the man’s hand. He nodded, but shook his head in disapproval.

“We sittin at the bar first,” Darnell said.

The bartender looked at her quizzically, “A glass of chardonnay,” she said.

He turned to Darnell, “Bourbon,” he said, “top shelf bourbon on the rocks.”

“I’m sorry, but I’ll have to see some ID.”

“What the fuck!” Darnell said so that the people nearby turned to look. Angrily he took out a torn wallet and drew from it a card which he slammed down on the bar. It was a fake, but it fooled the bartender. He brought their drinks.