Kiss of Noir (14 page)

“No! No! No! No! No!” she squealed, writhing in her deliciously modest white cotton bra and briefs. This took my breath away. It made me ache. Most times, regular women’s underthings were far more erotic than that sexy underwear crap. If only women understood the sensual appeal of cotton and simplicity.

“Oh, yes. Look at you, so beautiful. Isn’t it all mine?” I asked.

“No!”

I grasped her roughly. “That’s right.” I slid my hand down her curved waist to her generous belly to her cunt. I closed my eyes and moaned as her wet heat met my palm. She jerked and her eyes flew open wide. She shoved me away. I grinned.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“No.”

“I know, baby. Come here.” I jerked her close. “Let’s have a look at your back porch.” I spun her like a mannequin. She trembled, but stood still. I slowly drew down the panties that were full of innocence. Gooseflesh rose all over her lovely plump ass. I knelt and moaned. I laid my cheek against her buttocks. “Oh, yes, this needs much care and feeding.” I stroked and stroked her skin. My hands made a glissando all over her buttocks. She began undulating almost imperceptibly. I smiled at her back. I lulled her into a trance of relaxed pleasure and then gently spread her cheeks. “Mmm,” I breathed. I kissed her. She pulled away and turned around, fumbling for her panties, which had fallen to her ankles.

“No, don’t kiss me there; it’s nasty.” She rolled her eyes. I drew her back, easing her underwear down again and hugging her stomach.

“Trust me. You’ll love it.” I kissed her plump tummy. “Just let me. You’ll see.” She shook her head, her legs closed and trembling. “Just try it for,” I looked at my watch, “five minutes.” I could see her consider it and knew I had won.

“No,” she replied, pushing softly on my shoulders.

I grinned. “Come on, turn around.” I spun her and was again facing the dusky round jewel that was her fat bottom.

“No,” she whispered.

I began gradually. Kissing and licking and nibbling the skin was always an easy start. I kept my ears open for her response, giving unconscious permission to go further. I had to restrain myself from closing my jaws in a terrible bloody bite of her lush flesh. Oh, a woman’s ass was manna from heaven! Her legs were still closed, but I heard sweet little squeaks, so I slid my hand between her generous thighs and they parted. “Beautiful,” I whispered.

“Just five minutes, you promised.”

“I know, baby, just don’t think.” I parted her slightly and bit the edges and just grazed the interior. To relax her further, I alternated this with reaching up and stroking the outside of her pussy very slowly. I enjoyed doing that until I heard a whimper. Then I used both hands and spread her wide. I lowered myself into it but started slowly. She was a beginner, after all, and I must proceed accordingly. I just kissed; the sucking, biting, probing and fucking of her ass would all come soon enough. I checked the time. Twenty minutes had passed.

“I can’t stand up anymore!” she gasped.

“Good.” I kept going.

“No!”

“Then by all means, lie down,” I said. “Just for five minutes.”

She sank where she stood, her body glistening as if it had been buttered.

“Now, on your belly.” I smiled.

“No.” She pouted, but turned over, her ass rising like a majestic mountain.

“My, my, my,” I said, reflecting on how quickly a true “no” had become a delicious “no” and how fast she was sprawled here, nude and juicy, just for me.
Because of
me.
I am so bad
, I thought.
I am so bad, I don’t even feel guilty.

Back in the tent, I wiped sweat from my brow. “What’s your name?” I husked.

“Not gonna tell you that,” the woman murmured, her voice blushing. She bowed her head and sipped, two-handed, from her lemonade. She glanced at me, her lips wet. She licked away the clear dots of lemony mustache resting above her mouth. Mosquitoes whined around my ears.

“Oh, honey child, you can tell me,” I purred, inching closer. I caught Sayan’s horrified glance just out of the corner of my eye.

“Uh-uh.” The woman grinned into her drink.

“I’m going to call you Easter Bonnet then,” I said.

“No. My name’s Janet.” She blinked and giggled, her head bowed. I stretched my arm up the pole that Janet was leaning against so that I was close indeed. She edged away, but it was a yield, not a stop. I cupped my hand around Janet’s hands holding the lemonade. She extracted her hands, her creamy skin sliding away from my experienced calluses. I drank from the cup, my eyes never leaving the dark, round ones of Janet, who stared at me in open amazement and a shiver of uncertain innocent possibility.

As I returned the lemonade to Janet, I made a smacking noise. “Tart and sweet. The perfect…” I closed my eyes and licked my lips. “Combination.” I noticed that a bead of perspiration had gathered at the hollow of Janet’s throat. Where her collarbones joined her neck pooled a tiny clear puddle. I wanted to slurp it. I wanted to dabble my fingers in it and taste the saltiness. I wanted to find all the other sweat trails and follow them home. I would drown myself in Janet’s delicious armpit musk. I would kiss and drink every hairline. I would lick away all the salt from her thigh creases. I would nuzzle dry her navel. I would split the rosy tan melon of ass and smear myself in Janet’s tribal perfume. I would replace sweat with my own saliva. I would ingest Janet and Janet would surrender to me.

Janet looked away and sipped her drink. A subtle grin rested in her dimples.

“Hot, isn’t it?” I choked out with difficulty, for my mouth had gone dry.

“Not too bad,” Janet answered.

“Why don’t you give me your number and I’ll take you somewhere nice and cool this weekend?” I said.

Janet looked at me, uncertain. Her eyes glowed with inbred goodness and obedience. Beneath that was a darker desire for some danger.

“Don’t you want to experience life outside of Scripture?” I asked hoarsely.

Uh-oh, too far, too fast. Purity took over. Janet clutched the lemonade so hard her knuckles went latte. “Oh, no, Jesus is the only way. But I thank you kindly.”

I leaned closer, cutting off Janet’s polite response. “Don’t you want to go somewhere
cold
and comfortable?” I had no idea where this would be. I could only see the two of us in a hotel room with the air conditioner turned down to zero and me raising goose bumps on Janet’s skin as she lay nude, stretched out on her stomach while I traced ice all over her body. I would even put ice in my mouth, loving the chilled balloons of air that I could exhale and I would kiss Janet everywhere she was hot. “Go for an ice cream sundae, maybe?”

Janet made a tiny chirp and took such a deep breath that her chest rose and sent me directly into another fantasy.

“Mmm hmm, girl, you sure are
fine
!” I smacked her big booty and her white cotton underwear jiggled. “I’ll take care of this.” I hooked my thumbs in the elastic waistband and pulled. When the panties fell around Janet’s feet, I stroked her huge black moon of an ass. “You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?” I was gentle.

“Yes,” came the reply.

“Going to have to punish you.” I pinched her. “Teach you a lesson.” I swatted her. Janet jerked and moaned but didn’t move. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” Janet cried.

I tickled her pubic hair, longing to plunge in deep, but restraining myself. “Spread your legs,” I said. Janet complied, dragging the panties on one ankle. I ran one wet finger from clit to asshole, loving the aroused puffiness and the hot juice. Janet groaned, her legs shivering.

“Not yet.” I grinned.

Janet bent forward and stared at me, upside down. “Please,” she said. “I need you.”

I parted her pussy to feel this and Janet closed her eyes. “Yes,” she breathed.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Oh, yes, yes,” Janet said.

“Let’s have some perspiration before the relaxation destination!” Brother Otis yelled, interrupting my thoughts. “Before the exaltation exclamation! We must have the castigation of the aberration! We need the inclination for inspiration! We need amplification and clarification for the deliberation of our situation!” The crowd swayed with Brother Otis’s rhythmic speech. The guitar player added a thumping bass to the perky drummer’s snare taps. I just watched Janet with smoldering eyes and Janet, oblivious, remained standing calmly near the bonfire of my desire without a worry.

The women sang, “Well, well, well!” and the men cried, “Hallelujah!”

I was tiring of this. I swept Janet up into my arms, Janet’s white dress fluttering, and her cup of lemonade spilling forgotten into the hay already swarming with flies. I walked with Janet cradled to my chest up to the stage where I laid her down gently. The crowd disappeared. Only mine and Janet’s matching breathlessness existed.

“It’s finally time,” I said, kneeling between Janet’s knees. I raised Janet’s skirt and eased her panties off. “Now my sugar angel will feel very good.” I bent down. Janet was trembling. I put my whole mouth on Janet’s cunt and licked her open. Inside, was her throbbing, aching clit and plenty of slick cream to tell me exactly what to do. I licked and sucked, following Janet’s moans and movements. She was transported, never having had even a glimpse that such a thing was possible. I inserted a finger into Janet’s eager pussy. She groaned loud. I licked and fucked, but Janet’s pussy was hungrier than a finger or two, so I grabbed Brother Otis’s silver cross from the podium, its ancient age having worn the sharp corners smooth and rounded. I moved to straddle Janet’s breasts so I could still suck her clit and I eased the cross into her grasping cunt. Janet yelped in pleasure, her hips bucking to gather more. She squirmed, pulling more of the cross into her swollen pussy. Her ass jerked and she landed on the corner of an open Bible.

I sucked and licked, faster and faster, as Janet got filled with the cross. At last, she shrieked, grabbing me, slamming her fists on the stage, convulsing wildly, her cunt climbing the cross, bam, bam, bam, bam. The thin, delicate Bible pages tore and ripped with Janet’s hard rhythm. The verses of Leviticus stuck, plastered to her sweaty hips. I marveled at the sight of the cross sunk deep into my timid virgin. The beautiful silver instrument with the burnished patina slid into the midnight flesh iris, the flower gripping and dripping. Janet was gasping and shivering. I soothed and stroked her.

“More.” Janet smiled.

“Holy God!” I grinned.

“Listen to my extemporization and have the realization of the ramification of procrastination and renunciation! Have a rejuvenation of purification!” Brother Otis stomped one foot in time with his beat. Sweat poured off his head. “My recommendation is spiritualization! Hear my vociferation! Be a representation of
Jesus
!”

The lights went out briefly to indicate the powerful close of Brother Otis’s monologue. The crowd screamed and cheered. I saw Sayan marching up the aisle toward us.

“I know I ask you this every single day, but, nigga, you crazy?” Sayan hissed in my ear. “You leave this alone
right now
and I mean it.” Then Sayan moved to get into Janet’s face. “Little girl, don’t you know what you were about to do? You get your sorry slutty heifer self back to your mama this minute before I slap you silly.”

Janet, accustomed to being ordered around by strong women older than herself, dropped her lemonade and scurried back into the crowd, her hat quaking.

“Half and Half, I swear, you are a piece of work. I ought to knock a knot on your head. I bring you here to clean you of sin and you turn it into Sodom.”

I shrugged and smiled. “Now you will know better.”

Sayan’s eyes flashed. “Oh, you’ll be saved tonight if I have to choke the devil myself. I will just keep my eye on you every second.” Sayan grabbed my ear and began dragging me to a seat.

“Hey, sister, lay off,” I said, brushing Sayan’s pinch away and standing tall. “I’ll sit with you a little, but don’t try to change me. Let’s just accept each other and have peace.”

Sayan pursed her lips and squinted at me. Finally, she said, “Okay.”

The sun had set and the thunderheads were growling above as I found a chair next to Sayan’s.

Brother Otis was mopping himself with a towel as he walked back and forth on the carpet, his head down and his eyes closed.

“Oh, I thank You, Lord. Oh, I thank You, Jesus, for bringing all these wonderful people here to see You tonight.”

The organ’s vibrato voice changed chords. The organ player’s dress had a dark wet patch on the front. Nobody seemed to mind how hot and humid it was. Mosquitoes were feasting. The swift, silent snap of the fans that the women held went on and on, counting off the seconds, the minutes, the Bible verses.

“And if you’ve got a need, oh, yes, if you’ve got trouble, if your heart is hurting over some problem, then I beg you to give it to sweet Jesus and He will heal you.”

At this, most of the crowd raised their hands to the sky. The organ trilled out more mournful notes.

“Our good Father and His only Beloved Son will see to it that miracles happen for you if you
BELIEVE!
If you don’t abandon faith in the dark times, ’cause we all surely have those, don’t we?”

A chorus of impassioned amens answered Brother Otis.