Chapter 7
Ranee and Jim Webber and I flew in a little private plane to central Africa, to the land of Bungo Adi. The trip took several hours, but Jim Webber did not say a thing during the journey. I kept glancing at him and I thought that I knew the reason for the man's silence.
He was, no doubt, filled with guilt because of the things that had happened to me back at Zero Smelling's mansion and because of the things that he knew were going to happen to me when I got to the land of Bungo Adi. I knew that Jim Webber probably still thought that there was a certain sickness in my relationship with Ranee, even though the blonde, former officer had beat me up a couple of times too.
And I knew that Jim Webber was, at heart, an honorable man, a man who did not like to think of the part that he was playing in my tribulation. I sat there and looked at me. I was sitting next to Ranee on one side of the aisle and Jim was on the other side. I tried to think of a way to tell him that I did not mind what was going to happen to me. But I could not figure out a way to put my feelings into words.
I glanced at Ranee. He was reading a novel about spies. The blurb said that the novel was filled with action and intrigue, and Ranee did seem to be very interested in it.
He had not talked to me much since we had left the United States either, and I figured that Ranee already knew that I understood what was called for when we got to Bungo's. I also knew that it made no difference to Ranee. If I had figured out his plan, that was all right with him. That thin man was just sure that I would follow his orders, no matter what he told me to do. That thin man knew that he was still my master.
And I was beginning to look forward to getting to Bungo's. I remembered what Zero Smelling had said, that Bungo would really like me because I suffered so well. I felt that Bungo Adi would offer me the greatest challenge of my nigger life.
But I kept glancing at Jim. He just stared out the window on his side of the plane.
I wanted to help that handsome man get rid of some of his guilt.
So I moved across the aisle and sat down next to him. I smiled at Jim, but he turned his eyes away from me, as if he could not stand to look at me, knowing what was going to happen to me.
That hurt me. I sat there and tried to figure out some way to let Jim Webber know that I was all right.
I glanced at Ranee Godwin. He was paying no attention at all. He just turned the pages in his novel, reading about intrigue. I wondered why he was so interested in fiction. His own life seemed to be a great example of intrigue to me. He had been a gun-runner and a professional soldier, a gun for hire in modern society. And now he was going to Africa to give me up to Bungo in return for a famous, nigger girl. That seemed to be more complex than any novel could be.
But then I remembered that I could not worry about Ranee Godwin. He would get along just fine and I knew it. I had to think about Jim Webber now. Jim was the one who was filled with guilt.
And then I got an idea. I moved my hand over the crotch of Jim's trousers.
When I did that, he jerked and looked at me. But then he turned away again and looked down at the ground below the plane. I sighed, but I figured that he could not ignore me forever.
I moved down on my knees in front of his seat and I unzipped his pants. He glanced down again.
"Melody," he said softly, "you don't have to do something like that."
As I pulled his fat cock out of his pants, I smiled up at him.
"But I want to do it, Jim. It would give me pleasure to give you pleasure. I want you to know that I don't mind about anything that is going to happen to me."
And when I mentioned that, the things that were going to happen to me, Jim Webber winced as if I had hit him with a stick. He looked out the window again.
But I was holding his cock in my hands and I would not let go. I opened my mouth and moved down on that rod and pressed my legs around his flesh. I felt the first bit of strengthening come to that cock as I started to work my mouth back and forth on the thing.
And I let my fingers work quickly around the base of the cock, feeling it and massaging it.
And the cock started to grow and harden in my mouth.
I took the prick out of my mouth and pressed it back and ran my tongue up the underside of the shaft. Jim Webber groaned.
I quickly glanced over at the other side of the plane. Ranee Godwin was still reading his book.
I knew that Ranee did not really take any notice of sexual things unless he was involved in them. He had lived at Belle's with whores fucking soldiers all over the place and had never given it a second thought. I also knew that Ranee was not jealous. He knew that he would always be my first master, at least until he turned me over to Bungo and left me there in Africa. He did not mind the way that I was sucking on Jim at all.
But Jim Webber was already moaning and sighing. He was not ignoring me any longer. As I ran my tongue over the piss slit of his cock and kissed that mushroom head, I looked up at him and I could see that he was looking down at me. He put his hand on my head and he smiled. Then I opened my nigger mouth wide and took that cock into me again. I worked down the shaft slowly, taking my time on this long journey to the darkest part of the African continent.
And Jim Webber moaned to me with a deep and husky voice.
"That is good, Melody. You are so good. I am going to miss you."
And those words about missing me made me stop my sucking for just an instant. I was going to miss Jim Webber and Ranee Godwin too. But I knew that I had a job to do there in Africa. I did not want to feel any sorrow at. that moment. All I wanted was the feel of that man's cock in my mouth. I worked up and down on it with skill and speed.
I wanted him to come in my mouth, to come and feel some joy on this trip.
And I felt the man's cock quiver in my mouth and pulse with desire. I worked up and down on it until I heard Jim Webber sigh with that animalistic sound that I knew so well by then.
And then that first spurt of man-cream came out of his cock and into my mouth.
I swallowed that and pulled my lips off the cock. I grasped the flesh with both hands and stroked on it and let the man come on my face, my nigger face. The white stuff spattered with warm passion on my black, nigger skin.
I milked the cock until it was dry and then I looked up at Jim. He reached down and ran his finger through some of the come that was on my cheek.
"I will miss you, Melody," he said. "I will miss you very much."
And I could feel the sadness invade me. I did not want to show that sadness to Jim Webber. I got up and I moved to the other side of the plane and sat down next to Ranee.
He was still reading his novel. I sat there with Jim Webber's come drying on my face and then Ranee nudged me with his arm. He handed me a handkerchief.
"Wipe yourself off," he said, "and then go down on me too."
I wiped the come off my face as Ranee unzipped his pants and pulled out his meat.
He continued to read his novel about intrigue as I moved into the seat in front of him and took his cock into my mouth.