Chapter 4
"You gotta be kidding?" Phil was seeing red.
"Two-hundred-fifty for the bumper... that's labor and parts----" the body repairman said, adding figures on his clipboard."----and one hundred for tail lights and labor... comes to three-fifty, no matter how you add it."
"Holy shit...!" grumbled Phil, running fingers through his brown hair and shuffling, trying to vent an anger directed at the wrong person. Times like these, in temperamental flares, the only means of releasing the adrenalin flow was an energetic roll in the sack with a hot woman.
Glaring over the lit end of his cigarette, feeling a pint of blood rush to his groin, his thoughts took that lusty path. At the far end of the body shop, behind the cash register, stood a young black girl thumbing through cancelled checks and adding up figures on a calculator.
He barely heard the repairman's inquiry as to the name of his insurance company. "I said I'd take care of the paper work, Mr. Carmichael... " The repairman followed the intent direction of Phil's gaze. Pushing back the bill of his hat, he shoved a hand into the pocket of his jump suit and toyed with a key ring.
"Quite a looker, am' she____" He whistled and got the response he wanted.
Sharon's gleaming white teeth shone in a smile as she lifted her head. "Don' you be gettin' fresh now, honey," she winked back at him.
Phil, cigarette dangling from his lips, sauntered self-assured over to the office, leather soled shoes scuffling along the cement floor. Leaning an elbow on the ledge, he grinned salaciously and plucking a cigarette from his mouth, dropped it to the floor and mashed it out with his shoe.
"You're a nice looking girl, you know that?" he said in a deep, sexy voice. "Why don't you come out from behind that desk and show me the rest of you?"
Sharon arched her back, thrusting out the melonous swells of her breasts. "Listen, big boy, I ain't a cheap date. I demand dinner, drinks and... well, after that____" Flattered by his attention, she jerked her head in the body repairman's direction. "I'll be out of here in ten minutes. Meet me down the block...?"
He did.
"I'm Phil's fiancee," insisted Carrie at the apartment manager's door, "we were supposed to have dinner together at his place and, well... " she shrugged sheepishly,... I forgot my key... do you suppose you could let me in his apartment?"
The old woman clutched at the flap on her housecoat and perused the innocent, Pollyanna-scrubbed woman who'd distracted her from the late afternoon game show that chattered noisily in the background from a crackling television set.
"Phil's getting married, is he?" She turned her back to Carrie. "Bout time that one settles down," she grumbled, shuffling off in bedroom slippers to retrieve her ring of apartment keys hanging from a nail on the kitchen wall.
"Thank you, I really appreciate it... " Carrie closed Phil's apartment door and watched the old woman hobble across the hall as she mumbled complaints Carrie didn't care to hear.
Divorce, damned men, scourging insults.
Phil's apartment was definitely masculine. Dirty dishes piled in the sink, empty beer cans littering the floor next to the leather recliner a convenient six feet from the television set.
Disappointed that he wasn't home, she decided to pass the time proving she could be a good wife. Emptying the sink, she filled it with sudsy water and up to her dimpled elbows in soap suds, washed and dried the dishes.
Six o'clock and no Phil. Seven o'clock. When the evening network news wished her a good evening, she grew impatient. Where was Phil? Having a drink with a friend maybe?
A twinge of anger and resentment started percolating in her veins, until she reminded herself she was a trespasser. After eight o'clock she grew tired. The first day of school had been utter hell, once the curtains of honesty parted. A quick nap would . help draw her out of this self-pitying temperament.
Black cunt's so hot to fuck, I can smell her wet panties! thought Phil wrapping his arm around Sharon's shoulders, with the night's cloying heat making their flesh-on-flesh contact clammy and intimate. Why the hell not? he asked himself, Carrie's wasn't speaking to him and anyway, he hadn't been to bed with a black girl since he was fourteen when three of them paid an eighteen year-old five bucks for a roll in the grass. God, it had been on a cicada chirping night like this one, smelling of blossoming magnolias.
"Up these steps and to the right... " he stammered, zigzagging, giggling and brushing against the rough stucco wall of the apartment building. At the landing he pulled her close, shoving her against the wall and stroking his hands hotly over her bumps and curves. Her black flesh was satiny to the touch, warm and pliant. He could feel her heart beat as her soft lips returned his French kiss.
At age eighteen Sharon had learned that a black girl from the ghetto could make fast money with one tool ƒ_" sex. An extra fifty here and there helped pay off credit cards that too many clothing sales helped tipped over the limit.
Swaying, he broke the kiss, feeling his penis lurch in the vee of his pants. Before he passed out, he wanted a taste of this sweet ebony meat and, fumbling in his pocket, he found his key chain and slipped the silver one into the lock. Opening the door, he nudged her ahead of him with a quick slap on the buttocks.
"You look like an M & M... that chocolate skin and pink dress," he said. "I want you to melt in my mouth... not in my hand!" he laughed.
Sharon threw back her head and laughed drunkenly, feeling a twitter of excitation ripple through her belly. Ah, how she loved white men! They appreciated a black woman for her sensuality, unlike black brothers who treated her like a cheap nothing. Most of them didn't have class anyway, she thought eyeing hungrily the bulge in Phil's pants.
Collapsing on the sofa, he grabbed her wrist and brought her to her knees on the carpet.
A fast hand slipped under her dress, swiftly shooting toward the mound of soft, warm, damp flesh between her thighs. She was drenched!
"God, you're wet... " he hissed into her ear. "Wet and ready to be fucked... " He yanked at her wrist again. "Get you ass up here!"
Giggling, bending down so that he could see the white strip of her lacy brassiere sticking up from the low cut neck of her cotton, tight fitting dress, she rose to her knees and sat on his lap. Wiggling her curving hips so that her ass cheeks ground against the hard bulge of his erection, she felt the hot rubbery tube stiffen and pulse.
"You're hard... oooohhh, honeeee!"
His hand snuck up under her dress to reach the elastic waist band of her panties. With a firm tug, he ripped them down to her knees. A deep, lusty groan tearing from his throat, his fingers shot into the wet crease of her pussy lips, already moistened from finger fucking her in the fast food drive-inn where he'd taken her for a quick bite.
A deep hum rattled from his chest as he started a slow teasing rhythm in the fleshy, moist slit. He could feel the steaming heat of her cunt pressing tightly against his hand and arm.
Her sensitive, moist flesh throbbed gently beneath his moving fingers, sloshing juicily as her black pubic kinks tickled his palm.
"You be one hot white honky! she purred. "You my Dr. Feelgood!"
"You hot bitch!" he panted.
She sighed in answer, and smiled down at him, licking her lips. He felt her well-exercised thighs press against his hand, with a strength developed from using those muscles to the fullest and best use! His free hand moved north to play with the firm mounds of her breasts, pulsing hotly in the palm of his hand. Snuggling in his lap, Sharon pressed her fleshy orbs against his face, rubbing her puffy nipples into hardness against his nose.
"You white boys know how to make a woman feel good!" she complimented "Black boys get so nasty and rough with their sisters."
"Christ, are you going to get it!" He yanked his fingers from the steaming heat of her pussy and nudging her back, stretched her out on the sofa beside him. Squealing like a greased pig, her ebony flesh shivered as he hooked his thumbs in the elastic band of her panties and pulled them down over her silken thighs. Wadding them up, he tossed them across the room and stared hungrily at her naked loins, shimmering darkly in the yellow lamplight.
"Ah, fuck me, babeeee! Christ, I need you inside me!" she wailed, her thick upper lip curled over a set of white teeth.
Hungrily he stared at the throbbing lips of her naked little cunt spread nicely for him and felt his cock jerk in joyful anticipation. A pearl of pre-cum oozed from the tip. Reaching down, he fumbled in his cotton pants for the hot, rubbery tube, sticky in the palm of his hand. The hard, red tip glistened in the light of the living room and the blue veins pulsed wickedly along the length of the hardness.
"Spread them lips, honey... Daddy's comin' home!"
In the bedroom, a thin wall away, Carrie lifted the arm covering her forehead stirring in her sleep. The cool air conditioning blew over the flushed, chiseled cheekbones and, rolling over to her side, she yanked at the corner of her blanket to cover herself. Flitting dreams streamed in and out of consciousness with a will of their own. Alien faces, dark and menacing, zoomed in and out of her mind's eye like a bad Excederin dream.
It was the first night of her arrival in Atlanta... back in her new apartment. Phil was with her, trying to make love to her, cajoling her, pleading with her. Loneliness, like a pregnant cloud, distorted reason, and the need for a warm body... wrapping his protective arms around her, holding her close, cuddling her. Abruptly, the spell was broken. Carrie's eyelids fluttered in the stages of alertness. She blinked up at the dark ceiling, noticing a stream of light streaking the bedroom carpet under the door left ajar.
Carrie sleepily struggled up onto her elbows. Someone was in the living room; their voices were unmistakably clear. No, she hadn't left the television set on. Lewd, wet slapping sounds of naked flesh against naked flesh startled her out of her dreamy state.
Who could it be? The hallway... the noise must be coming from the hallway, she decided, throwing her legs over the side of the bed and lifting from the squeaking mattress.
Hesitantly, Carrie tiptoed to the door. The sounds grew in lascivious intensity with each step forward. Then, her hands flew in her mouth and a sob died in her throat.
There, stretched out on the sofa, naked and shimmering in the yellow lamplight, her ebony thighs spread wide... with her fiancee kneeling between her legs, his brown head bent low over her convulsively trembling body. Carrie gasped, thought she might be sick. The girl's legs were trembling convulsively, her limbs jerking spasmodically. Her ebony features, shined with perspiration shone like a fertility goddess. Her eyes were tightly clenched shut and her tongue peeked out between her thick, succulent lips. Squeals of lustful delight tore from her chest, punctuated with louder cries. Carrie's fiance, slaving between her trembling legs, was running his tongue up and down her cuntal slit, sucking up the juices dribbling from the pink flesh that pulsed and throbbed between Sharon's thighs.
A hot dizziness overwhelmed her and Carrie stepped back into the shadow of the door to lean against the wall for support. The x-rated scene she was watching was sick, perverted... yet, hypnotized, she watched oogle-eyed and dry mouthed as her fiancee slobbered over another woman's genitals. A black woman's genitals!
Carrie squinted around the door The girl's dark features were finely chiseled, her body a swelling wealth of perfection. She gawked at the lush nakedness spread out on the sofa.
Her kinky black hair haloed her head as the tip of her tongue parted her succulent lips and she moaned in the throes of orgasm.
"Ohhhhh... God... babeeee!" she hissed. Now Phil's tongue was flicking tauntingly at the oily little nub of her clitoris swelling in the black forest of pubic curls. Spasmodically, like an epileptic, she jerked as the electric contact of his hot tongue on her genitals made sizzling contact! Her ebony legs were clamped tightly around Phil's bobbing head. Down into the sofa her hips and buttocks ground in lewd, gyrating circles, as she mashed her cunt into his juice-smeared face.
"Mmmmm... aaaahhhg!" Groans of bestial pleasure bubbled from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Horrified, mesmerized and glued to the floor, Carrie stared as Sharon gyrated and twisted in time to the sucking of her steaming genitals while his lips crawled up her nakedly squirming belly, pausing to pay homage to the jewel of her navel. Sharon was begging for him to ram it into the tight juiciness of her cunt, but instead he taunted her, sliding slowly all the way up her sweat sheened nakedness to straddle her bouncing, swollen breasts.
Carrie watched in mesmeric horror the bulges of dark flesh ooze out under the cheeks of her fiance's buttocks as he sank down on them, lewdly resting the sac of his swollen testicles on the girl's heaving chest. The rubbery tube of his veiny cock jutted out from the hairy nest of his groin, the naked, seeping tip a tongue lick away from Sharon's gaping mouth.
With one hand he reached back behind and shoved an outstretched finger up between the girl's shivering, widespread thighs, finger fucking her juicy genitals. The finger ground inside, teasing the sensitive vaginal walls until she could barely catch her breath. A deep groan of surrender bubbled from between her parted lips. Glassy chocolate eyes stared at the seeping tube.
A wicked, diabolical grin of lust parted Phil's lips as he reached down with a free hand and rubbed the blunt head of his lust-thickened cock in slow, taunting circles around her open lips, smearing them with strands of piquant pre-cum. Her red tongue flicked out like an ant eater, licking at the tiny slitted hole in the mushroomed head. She licked at the string of male lubricant and strained forward then, the cords of her neck standing out in bold relief, trying to suck the teasing penis into the hot cavern of her hungry mouth.
But Phil was a game player when it came to women. He liked to direct the set, produce the show and be to provocateur. He kept the piquantly seeping cock tip a tongue lick away from her grasp, letting the hot tip of her pink tongue lick up and down the underside of its semen-soaked ridge. Sharon grunted and strained forward until her neck looked as if it would screw right off. Behind the door, eavesdropping and staring, Carrie felt her breath pant from her lungs in time with the girl's gasping and the taut muscles of her own body worked for the relief that Sharon sought.
"Suck me, you black bitch!" he taunted, snarling between white teeth. He grabbed the girl by her kinky black hair and yanked her head up off the sofa, simultaneously thrusting his knobby cock deep into the hot confines of her throat, stuffing her ovalled lips with his pounding male flesh.
Carrie's eyes crossed. Her breath quickened. Deep in her own constricted throat, she gagged on nausea, just as Sharon was gagging on her fiance's penis. Her eyes watered and widened as Sharon sucked on Carrie's husband-to-be's penis.
Rearing up on his knees and with one hand holding her head by the hair, the other jabbing rapaciously in and out of her seeping cuntal slit, he buffeted her naked body lushness up and down on the squeaking, complaining sofa. Carrie watched in stupefied horror as the girl's thick lips ovalled lusciously to suck on the lust hardened cock boring into her mouth.
Her cheeks hollowed on the outstroke, her eyes watering with lust. Carrie's legs turned to rubber; she leaned against the wall to support herself. Her body felt anesthetized, too shocked to feel the emotional pain.
Wearing a licentious grin, Phil fucked the black woman's mouth and watched in glee as her painfully contorted mouth struggled to lick and absorb all of him. She wriggled her hands free and cupped his ass cheeks, pinching his taut buttocks and running a raspberry polished finger along the slit of his anus. Like a slave to be sold on the block, she sucked to please her master. His coarse pubic hair brushed the tip of her nose and his sperm filled balls resounded in a lewd dance against her chin.
Carrie felt dizzy, her forehead clammy. She sucked in her breath as she plugged her mouth with her fist to keep from screaming aloud. Dear God, it looked as if her own fiance were the Atlanta murderer... the way he was forcing his cock down her throat ƒ_" trying to strangle her! Any flitting feelings of envy were hidden behind a curtain of fear... at this moment.
Growling from deep within his chest, Phil jerked his cock from the black woman's ovalled lips and crushed down onto her ebony, sweat sheened nakedness.
"Now you're gonna find out what it's like to get fucked by a white man!" he warned, grunting while she squeezed him tight to her. The flesh of his buttocks oozed between her black fingers, spread over his fleshy white skin. Phil shoved his hand under her buttocks and hoisted them up so that her wet, naked cunt was a shove away from the thundering tube of his cock rubbing wetly against her cuntal slit. Frantic, maddened with lust and soaked with her own juices, his cock slipped easily between her ticklish kinky, pussy curls and slipped between her soft pink folds into the crying hole of her cunt.
Sharon's glistening body screwed in desperation as with open mouth, she mewled up into his lust contorted features. "Ahhh... nnnggggghhhh... white bastard!" she spat up at him, her eyes glassy with lust.
"Oh, you're tight... tight and hot and wet!" he returned, feeling his cock strike bottom against the spongy tip of her cervix and her buttocks jerked up under him under the thudding impact. The grasping greedy mouth of her pussy sucked his pounding cock as if trying to rip it from his loins. For a minute he feared he might be castrated.
"Ahhhhhh... cummmmminggggg. White bastard!" she spat up at him. "Fuck me haaaarder."
"You bet your sweet, black ass I will!" Phil echoed, hissing between clenched teeth and throwing back his head. "Ah, give it to me... give me all your cunt... you black, cock hungry bitch!" He grabbed her ebony legs and spread them wide as a roasted duckling, angling one of them over the sofa back. Spasming erotic twinges sizzled between them as their orgasms gushed in a hot salty brine of lust!
"Ohhhh... aagggnnnggghhh... " They ground their sweat glistening bodies together, the sound of naked slapping flesh echoing in the empty living room.
A smaller, saddened voice bordering on hysteria, added to the chorus. Carrie never heard herself cry, but feel the pain of deception, she did. Deep and lacerating, knife-like pains jabbed at her heart while elephantine tears poured from her eyes as she watched her fiance's manhood sluice wetly into the genitals of another woman. Thin strings of semen trickled down between Sharon's glistening thighs, across her still trembling buttocks to dribble in sticky pools on the sofa.
Shoes in hand, Carrie tiptoed over the living room carpet, the lusting sounds of lovemaking echoing in her ears as she darted for the door and made her escape.
Scampering down the steps, she heard a door open and a female voice chime into the night: "What's the matter? Come back... you can't go out by yourself... " The landlady, hair in curlers, shook her head, pulled it inside and closed the door. "That man... God knows what rottenness he's up to now. Nice young gal like that wantin' to marry him and he fouls it up. How like a man... " she thought.