Chapter 7
"Oh, Billy ... you big, beautiful, black, super-swinging stud ... drive me home, Billy ... drive me right out of my mind... !" Miriam Henderson was speaking. Billy hadn't even got into her yet. They were in her apartment, in her bedroom. She had one of these queen-sized American beds, with plenty of springs and thickness, lots of room to bounce the bodies upon. Pink silk sheets, too. A good color to go with her dark, dusky complexion; and, of course, plenty of stark contrast against his earth-dark skin.
They were sipping sake from the bottle, which she'd heated. Like playing chug-a-lug with a bottle
of beer. She would take a swig of sake, then pour some on his Number One and lick it off. He'd get
in a gulp, then douse her pussy with a dose and slurp it up. He had it up, too.
Number One was stiff and straight, its long, lean length just ready for pushing in her pussy. She was toying with it, moving her ringers along its length, almost tapping out a rhythm in time with the record that was playing, by the Delphonics. They were a very "in" group with the New York blacks, and
Billy was wondering—just wondering, at this moment—whether Miriam had got the record just for his pleasure, whether to impress him that she was sufficiently hip on who blacks really dug, or whether there might be just a bit more than that to her apparent interest in things of black cultural interest
"Billy ... what are you waiting for?"
"I'll be in when I'm ready."
"Well, for Malcolm's sake, you sure look ready enough to me!"
"Don't push it, baby, you know where I'm at, I'11 be in when I'm in, you dig?"
She was pouting now, not liking to be feeling rebuffed. She leaned over and poured some sake on his chest, then got her tongue into his chest hairs and began to lick it off. He placed his fingers in her hair, twirled the strands around his fingertips. He was wondering why her hair had what he called a "nigger" texture, a little more coarse and thick, but still plenty lustrous, than most white chicks had.
Maybe she was; maybe she wasn't He'd find out for sure, this very evening.
Sunny was at work, and Billy had just picked up the phone, called Miriam, and said, "I'm coming over, I'11 see you in twenty minutes."
Just like that.
He placed a hand over her right breast.
Her nipple was nicely erect, and he tweaked it with his thumb and forefinger. He heard her gasp with pleasure, felt her body tremble with anticipation. Her skin was silky smooth, with a thin patina of perspiration now forming. He began to rub her breast; he could hear her breathing change tempo moving from easy medium to fast break.
She stopped licking his chest, and moved her
mouth against the back of his neck. She began to suck at the nape of his neck; and then moving her mouth, she started to lick and suck at his skin all over his shoulders. It was a different thing for her, and he noticed that she hadn't done that sort of thing before. He liked the way her tongue just moved right along, as if she was licking an ice cream cone. The pressure of her tongue against his skin was very strong, and very sensuous. He moved his other hand into her crotch. He began to diddle with her clitoris, playing with the stiff, small member between his fingers, almost shaking hands with it. With each movement, he could feel her skin tingle, her body shudder, and her breathing become faster and almost erratic. He wouldn't even touch her pussy this time; the only thing of his that would make contact, this session, would be nothing less than Number One itself.
Her tongue was slurping away at his skin and now her hands got busy, too. She got them down to his crotch, and began to massage his balls, rub-bing deftly and delicately against his scrotum. It gave him a thrill, almost a jolt, as he felt the sexual power she was giving him, the stimulation she was slipping him. His prick vibrated with eagerness. Shee-it, he thought, she really wants it so badly, I guess I'd better give it to her right now, 'cause I can't hold off much longer, either. But, first ...
He socked it to her with the sake bottle.
He slipped it right against her pussy lips, hold-ing it there for a few seconds so she could feel its largeness, then pushed it slowly but firmly inside, at least two inches of it, and began to jiggle it inside her cunt. She gasped, then let some juice slip loose
so some of her liquid got inside the bottle, which only had a few inches of sake left in the bottom, anyway.
Then, he pulled out the bottle, held it against her lips, and said, softly, "Drink some of your own pussy juice, baby, then I'11 give you plenty of Number One to hang on to, you dig?"
Her eyes registered, first surprise, then delight, as she clamped her lips over the bottle's mouth and slurped down a quick swig. From the way she licked her lips after drinking, he could tell she really liked it.
He got himself into a quarter-lotus position, and pulled her upright, facing him. She understood his playing Buddha, and accommodated herself to this particular position with little difficulty.
He placed his hands around her shoulders, and she got her hands around his waist, dropping down to get a firm grip on his ass. He slowly pulled her into him, so that, as he was sitting upright, almost motionless, she was moving into him, her cunt lips opening like a flower as his Number One jabbed against them, her muscles expanding to allow his erect prick entrance.
She moaned exquisitely as he entered her, inch by inch, a straight-ahead thrust that got him deep inside, ready to give her the works. Still, he didn't move; he let her body do the work, let her muscle do the moving, as she felt him over every square inch of her quivering, perspiring body.
He felt her huge boobs banging against his chest those hard nipples digging into his skin. He tightens his grip on her, pulled her closer; he felt her body respond, all movement and meaning, as he just stayed as still as he could and let her eager, quiver-
ing muscles make all the movements, and just the right ones at that. Now, she started coming.
Her orgasmic movements began, and her body began to shudder and vibrate against his. He could feel her vaginal muscles really stretching out to their limits, and her thick, lovely juice was now pouring out of her pussy and into his crotch and pubic hairs. His cock was starting to shake, too, her mus-cles really working it over, as the Delphonics continued their crying, almost chanting, song about some fouled-up chick who finally lays it on her lover that he's the dude she really wants, after all. Her orgasms were getting wilder and longer, her muscles yanking and pulling on Number One like a tightfisted bank teller. His balls were ready to burst, his prick as ready to explode like a Fourth of July firecracker. But still, he kept as unmoving as he could, in effect forcing her to do about 95% of the work. Some would have said that he was "making her sweat." They probably would have been right, Yet, as her exertions increased, he played his typical waiting game, and this time, timing things just right, he caught her just at the completion of an orgasm so she'd really have to sweat to get caught up, to get back with him again. He came in a glorious burst of sperm, staccato-style, each explosion a bit more powerful than its predecessor, and he could almost hear her cursing him out for getting her at such a bad moment. Her muscles went into action again, and as he fired his loads into her, his spurting sperm driving hard against her quivering membranes, her muscles responded, fighting back, joining him in that sexual joyride they both loved so much.
With Number One slowly coming to rest, she still showed no signs of stopping, her body pressed hard against his, her fingernails gripping his ass so hard she was almost drawing blood. Their sexual vibrations were shaking the bed, causing the springs to whine; but, he still kept himself erect and stiff-backed, while she was quivering and almost collapsing as if a jellyfish, not a woman, so much had he turned her on, so involved with his Number One was this crazy cunt, Miriam.
Slowly, their sexual union subsided, and their bodies began to come to rest. But, he stayed inside her, until she pulled herself away from him, got down in front of him, and began to lick the come juice off his cock, her tongue lapping, her lips slurp-ing, in such a way that he really knew he'd turned her on the most.
"You're really hungry, baby, you know that?"
She stopped licking him long enough to say it. "Hungry for you, you big beautiful black buck."
He chuckled; yeah, she was really high on him, all right. No drug high, just a straight-ahead sex high. Right on.
"Listen, Billy, I just had a wonderful idea."
"Lay it on me, sweetheart."
"Let's send out for pizza."
Shee-it, he thought, what kind of motherfuckin' jive is this? Send out for pizza? Is she some kind of dumbass whitey bourgeois broad after all? Shee-it!
As if reading his mind, she hastily added, "It's Japanese pizza. I've had it before, it's really great." She paused, giving him a soulful stare. "Is that all right with you, Billy?"
"I guess," he said, unenthusiastically.
She edged toward the phone on the other side
of the bed. She dialed a number, then he heard her speaking Japanese for a minute or so, and suddenly the conversation was over. It was the first time he'd heard her using the country's language, and she sure sounded as if she'd been talking that tongue all her life. But, what the hell, she worked at the Embassy, it was probably a requirement for her job in the first place. Nothing so unusual about that, considering the situation.
She crawled back toward him, and snuggled into his arms. He took hold of her tits and began to play with them, easy and gently. She wasn't a bad broad; and, of course, there was still Sunny, Number One with his Number One. Miriam was all right, a side order in a sumptuous restaurant; but Sunny was still the main meal, as far as Billy was concerned.
He was feeling her fingers playing with his prick when they heard the doorbell.
She quickly got out of bed and threw a robe around herself. He heard her saying something in Japanese to the delivery boy, then seconds later the front door was closed and locked.
But, she didn't come right back to bed yet
She went into the kitchen, and he could hear the clinking of cups, and other kitchen noises. He stretched, laying full on his back. What the fuck's she doing now? Is she going to sprinkle the pizza with soy sauce, maybe, or seaweed? Who knows? It was several minutes later before she returned, carrying a tray, which she put down on a table right by the bed. She'd made a pot of Japanese tea, plus she'd cut up the pizza and placed, it, in slices, on some delicate Japanese plates, arranging the slices in artistic Japanese visual style. Even in the darkened room, he could observe that
"Nice," he said, reaching for a slice. "But where's the chopsticks?"
"Silly," she giggled, "the Japanese don't eat everything with chopsticks!"
"I thought they did," he said, diddling her clit for a few seconds, "including pussy."
She laughed.
He took a bit of the pizza. He noticed that, as she'd said, it sure was Japanese pizza. Flavored with soy sauce, flecked with bean curd, and filled with bits of tempura, shrimp, and Japanese beef, it was very tasty, indeed.
He munched down the slice, licking his lips when he was finished. Then, he reminded her that the music had stopped, and he'd like to hear some more soul sounds, if she'd take care of that end of the business. She kissed him lovingly on the cock, then got up and fiddled with the stereo. As she climbed back into bed with him, he almost jumped up with excitement, for she'd slipped on Isaac Hayes' lusty score from the movie Shaft, and the sounds were really grooving, really hitting him where he lived.
"Far-fucking-out!" he complimented her.
"I knew you'd dig it, lover," she said, handing him another slice of pizza. He wolfed it down, and followed it with a cup of Japanese tea. She'd made the tea well, it was subtle and light, just the way it should be.
She was munching pizza, too, but only with one hand. Her other hand was busy playing with his prick, doing its best to get Number One pointing toward the sun again. He could feel her fingers drum-ming out the rhythms of the soulful music on his dick, so he reached over a hand, and began to play with her clit, at the same time getting a fast finger
past her pussy lips and just inside her cunt, feeling a touch of wetness beginning there as his finger began its passionate probing, just to make sure he got her good and hot first. Then, he got another idea.
"How'd you like a submarine sandwich?" he asked her.
"Sounds cool, tell me more."
"Ill show you first."
He reached for a piece of pizza.
Then, he removed her hand from his cock, and wrapped the slice of pizza around it, as if it was some kind of edible condom. He could feel the smooth sticky warmth of the pizza, and, as he placed it in her hand, he said, simply, "Eat me, baby."
She giggled in approval.
She bent her head over, and got her head right down to where his dick was at. She took hold of his scrotum, lifting Number One slightly skyward, and then she moved her lucious mouth, opened her pouting lips, and started munching his Number One submarine sandwich.
What he meant by submarine sandwich, of course, was that she had to submerge, to go down to get it.
He could feel her teeth tearing apart the pizza from his prick, and her tongue was lapping up the residue right off his foreskin. His prick began to erect, and he felt those good vibrations running throughout his nervous system again. She felt him getting hard, and she got more stimulated herself, as she began to finger his scrotum and slurp away at the remains of the pizza still wrapped around his main member.
He poured himself another cup of tea.
He just lay back, sipping tea, feeling Miriam do-
ing her thing with his Number One. She was munching and crunching away, like a girl doing a commercial about how goddam good this brand of frozen pizza was, compared to all the other competitors. Well, he knew he had the Number One brand, no jive about that.
She was lapping away at his pubic hairs now, since she'd eaten all the pizza by this time. She was tasting a far-out mixture of pizza, tea, sweat, and maybe a few drops of sperm that might have inadvertently leaked out, due to her ministrations. Well, anyway, she was eating him real fine, and good old Number One was getting pretty hard, pretty long and strong.
He reached for a slice of pizza.
But, before he brought it to his mouth, he daubed it on her breasts, reaching under her, just as she was finishing up eating him, and sort of coming up for air. He got some of her tit juice on it, put it into his mouth, and munched happily away. Good fucking pizza; should lead to a good fucking time pretty fucking quick.
He washed it down with more tea.
Her eyes were really glowing like hot coals when she looked at him this time.
She didn't have to say a word; he knew exactly I what she wanted.
But, in his mind was something he wanted to check out, to verify, to get straight between them. And, with her pretty well sexed up, pretty well stimulated to really lay on some superspecial loving, he was damn sure going to get the right answer.
Or else.
"You really want it bad, don't you, baby?" She nodded, licking her lips.
"You want me to give it to you right now, right?" Her eyes said, "Yes."
"Then lie down on your back, and spread your legs wide, cause we're gonna do it straight up and down, the real basic way, you dig? like, the blues is the most basic thing in music, so we're gonna fuck the straight ahead, straight up and down way this time. Basic Black—you dig?"
From the strange, convoluted look that suddenly appeared in her eyes, the twitch of strangeness that suddenly came on with her expression, he knew he'd touched a sensitive nerve. Well, about time; if what he figured was right, time she owned up to it, with no more deception and jiving around.
His man Isaac was really laying down some strong, soulful lyrics to that Shaft music in the background. He could feel his toes twitching with the convulsive, driving rhythms, Good choice, he thought, Shaft is what she's gonna get, one way or the other —and both ways if she's lucky.
She began to spread her body in the shape of an X as he'd demanded. Her breasts bobbed in time to the music, her crotch lifted slightly forward, as she just lay there, looking at Number One. He was pretty well erect now; all he had to do was to drop on her like a dive bomber and just slip himself inside like a submarine. In and out, up and down— then, the big score, the main sexual scene.
Slowly, he lowered himself toward her so the tip of his prick was just about an inch away from her pussy, its pubic hairs already damp with anticipa-
But, he didn't try to stick it into her. Not yet
Instead, he lowered himself so the tip of his prick made contact with the tip of her clitoris.
He began to move, to rub her clit with deft rhythmic motions, so that she began to shudder and shake like a strong wind was blowing her about. He kept on moving, watching her, observing the movements of her succulent flesh as she felt those wild electric shocks coursing through her. In her mind, she was screaming for him to sock it to her and those crazy sounds she was making from deep in her throat, the way her tongue was slipping out and lapping at the edges of her lips ... well, he knew she was getting the main message now, and it was just about the right time to put the message he wanted to ask her right to her.
But he waited; he diddled her for a few more minutes noticing the perspiration content increasing on her lovely dark skin, feeling his own sweat glands coming on almost the same way.
Then when he was sure she really wanted it, he said, "Want it now, Miriam?"
"Uh-huh ... you know it, baby ..."
"I dig it, baby, but you gotta tell me something first"
"Huh?"
"I mean, I gotta know something, and you gotta give me the right answer, all truth and soul, no jivin' and shuckin', you dig?"
"No ... I don't dig ... what you mean ... what you want ..."
He noticed that her previously precise inflections, that impeccable English, was suddenly sounding more "soulful," more down home than before. He suddenly stopped messing with her clit, pulled his prick away; he looked her right in the eyes, then he
said, coldly, almost cruelly, "All right now, lets have it ... are you passing, or not?"
She sucked in her breath, and fear crept into her eyes. She gulped several times, but didn't answer. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, but no words came out, either.
He sighed, changed his position. He swung Number One at her face, and smacked her on the lips. Then, he smacked her on the cheeks a couple of times, whack, whack, leaving red marks where he'd hit her. She started to cry, tears dripped from her eyes. He placed his prick against her lips, and watched her lass it, her lips open and her tongue get out to take a small suck of it.
He let her lap it for a few seconds, then withdrew it as fast as he'd brought it there. He said, with great firmness, "Now, are you going to answer my question, or not?"
"Uh ... just give me ... a few more minutes ..."
"Fuck that shit, sweetheart, I'm gonna give you this!"
He positioned himself above her again, and came down on her, very strong, hitting her in the crotch with the impact of a dropped brick. His prick came right inside, a cleat hit. She shuddered, feeling him violate her, entering her so violently. He thrust deep inside her, and she felt him really driving inside her like a dentist's drill, and he felt her pussy muscles really start to respond.
He bit her, hard on the ear, and almost shouted, "Bitch ... listen to me! Are you a white chick, or a black sister? Now answer me straight, you hear?" Meaningful pause. "Or else I'm pulling out of
this deal, out of your honey-sweet cunt, I'm slipping on my duds and I'm splitting for good. You dig?"
For emphasis, he gave her a savage jab in the cunt, then slowly started to pull out, inch by inch.
"No!"
It was a scream, high-pitched well beyond her normal vocal register, and it jarred his ears. He was amazed she could shriek that high; he heard the word, loud and clear, over Isaac's vocalizing.
"No what?" Pause. "You mean, you're white?"
"No ... I'm blackT She gulped, then added, "I'm a sister, I been passin' ... yeah, you read me right, main man. "
He slipped all the way back inside her again.
He let her tell him the story, in as few words as possible. A lot of shit about both prejudice in the State Department, then the usual "token" thing suddenly coming up, so they needed a black chick, but they'd settle for a white girl who only 'looked" black. A lot of strange shit really going down, but that was her story, only it seems that Billy had come on as such a cool, black dude, just the kind of lover man she'd always wanted to dig, that she'd kind of flipped right out over him, sideburns, mustache, boss threads and all.
He nodded, beginning to understand all the crap she must have had to swallow to lay her hot little hands on such a plush job, and now the guilt welling up in her guts to playing the "passing" game. Especially with him.
"It's all right, baby, I dig what you been going through," he reassured her. "Now, we'll just keep that our little secret from the outside world, you dig?" Only, when were together, we live black, we love black. Got that now?"
She thrust her breasts against his chest, her taut nipples sticking into his skin like two small-caliber revolvers. She gulped out, "I dig, Billy, you can be my Superfly anytime I"
He grinned. She was hip to the latest flicks, all right. Probably hadn't even seen it yet, just read all about it somewhere. Cool chick; he might have some use for her later, too. Maybe she could help him do some business to put some bread in his pocket.
But, for the moment, he had other things in mind. He began to move and groove inside her, Number One getting right down to serious business. He felt her cunt responding, and she began to go into orgasm right away, as if she'd been holding back, waiting for the exact right time. Like now.
Giving it to her straight and solid, listening to Isaac Hayes laying down those solid lyrics from Shaft, he really began to put some fine feeling into his fucking. He brought her to a fever pitch, feeling her body shuddering through each orgasmic climax, his prick driving her on to more and better comings, He felt each liquid explosion turning him on, his own sperm backing up in his balls, his prick twitch-ing with eagerness to blast off its lovely liquid load. In the middle, really high, was where he caught her.
He exploded as if spearing fish, his cock twitching and his staccato style really catching her hard, each blast a little more telling than the one before. He practically poured her into the mattress like a piece of meat as she screamed into his ears and bit on his earlobes and got her tough little fingernails into the small of his back, while he continued to pound
her pussy with his prick until he started running out of steam.
Passing?
Not any more.
Not with him, anyway.