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I Remember Bethany - 2
by The Piano Man (godan5@comcast.net)
The continuing interracial romance between an older
Black Army sergeant/piano player and a young school
teacher/waitress. (MF, intr, rom)
***
(I which I taste Bethany's Schwarzwalder-Kirschtorte
and she samples my Schwarzschlange-Honigschlag)
Beth had given me her car keys and I brought my toolkit
and mechanic coveralls to the bars' parking lot. When I
popped the mustangs' hood, I found what I expected: a
broken distributor cap. A quick trip to the parts
store, a short tune-up and I had the 'tang' purring
like a kitten, abet a large and deep throated kitten.
Beth was just getting off the bus and she ran up to me
and hugged and kissed me in thanks as I was getting out
of the coveralls." I thought I would have a big repair
bill that I couldn't afford." Then Beth playfully asked
me if I thought she was hip now. "You know, like those
wasp chicks balling spades that Jack Kerouac writes
about."
I laughed "yeah, you're hip and I'm a regular beatnik."
While I was washing up and changing into my working
clothes, Beth came up to ask me if she could pay me
back by cooking dinner for me. I told her that she had
already paid me back in spades last night and I didn't
need any compensation, this was just friendship.
"Spades, eh? Well, I was the one who got the spade last
night and I think I came out ahead so I still owe you
one. Please, I'll make you Schwarzwalder-Kirschtorte
(Black forest chocolate cherry cake)."
"How did you know my weakness? Well, I accept but we'll
probably have to do it tomorrow. Sundays are always
dead and Jimmy will let us both go because he doesn't
like to have a lot of staff to pay on dead days."
Jimmy was the only other brother who worked the bar and
he owned the place. He was also airborne except he had
been in the triple nickels (555th Parachute Infantry
Battalion) in WW II and was part of the 2nd Ranger in
Korea where he got shot up in a combat jump. We met
when he came into rehab at Fitzsimons and he needed a
piano player.
I once saw him take on six drunk rednecks who came into
the bar looking for a fight and made the mistake of
trying to push Jimmy around. Before I could even get my
jacket off, all six were on the floor with two trying
to crawl towards the door. His technique was pure Camp
Darby Fairbairn commando style: sharp, fast and nasty.
The one who had managed to get a knife out had his arm
both broken and dislocated. Jimmy casually walked over
and kicked one of the crawlers in the ribs and I said
"Hey, take it easy Jimmy."
"I did take it easy; they're still breathing ain't
they? If I wanted them dead, we'd be looking for a pig
farm about now." He paused "These boys weren't nothing:
back in early '46' two brothers from the triple nickels
and I got jumped by five ex-SS troopers outside
Frankfurt. Now that was a real fight and we fed those
dead Nazis to the pigs afterwards."
When I brought taking Sunday off up to Jimmy, he looked
at me and winked. "You say Dinner, eh? Well, you be
careful brother, remember, your wife is a razor packin'
mama outa East Saint Louie and she'll only put up with
so much. I'll cover for you if she calls, cause Beth is
worth it, but don't let this get back to your wife or
it'll be my nuts too."
"Don't worry; I'm just helping her through a rough
patch."
"No man, you just got a whiff of that white girl
pussy."
"Well, there's that too. But thanks for your advice."
**
The next evening I showed up at Beth's apartment with a
nice Rhone Riesling. She met me at the door and
nervously smoothed her hair while taking off her apron.
The smell of cooking filled the air and she looked
radiant. I complemented her while I opened the wine and
we stood on the porch in the late November sun while
dinner finished cooking and the sun went down.
The apartment was small with high ceilings. A glass
bead curtain hung in the doorway to her bedroom. The
walls were covered with oriental art and travel
posters. I complimented her Hiroshige prints and I said
the rest looked very college and hopelessly romantic.
She said that she hoped to see most of those places one
day and I told her that I had; and some were fantastic
and most weren't that great.
"I still want to see them for myself."
"Good, at least you won't have to carry a rifle when
you do it."
It turned out that she had traveled by Eurail Pass all
over Europe and worked in a French restaurant in Zurich
for one summer as a cultural exchange student that she
likened to indentured servitude. The Swiss don't tip
and the owner refused to pay at the end of the summer,
claiming that she should be satisfied with the room and
board. We traded Swiss tightwad stories and then it was
time to eat.
The table was set beautifully with candles and what was
probably her only matching set of plates, wineglasses
and silver ware. She had prepared Cornish game hens in
a Romertoff oven and baked potatoes with a fresh garden
salad. The wine went well with the hens and her choice
of Mozart's' Die Zaberflotte for background music. When
she got up to replace Mozart with Billie Holiday and
some Django Reinhart she asked me what I thought of the
meal.
I put on my best Missouri farm hand. "Well, miz
Bethany, these here are the tastiest chickens I ever et
but they do seem to be a mite on the puny side." When
she reached over to administer a playful dope slap on
the back of my head, I cried "I allies knowed you wuz
the type to go round beatin' on poor colored folk."
When she laughed, I opined "Les aliments répondent au
rêve de notre âme quant à l'appétit de notre estomac.
"Food responds to our soul's dream as to our stomach's
appetite." She replied.
"And your cooking matches your beauty." I told her that
I detected truffle in the hens and she told me that she
had liberated the truffles on her way out of the French
restaurant in Zurich.
With coffee came the four layer Kirschtorte and she had
used a very fine Belgian chocolate icing and Rocky Ford
cherries along with chocolate cake layers soaked in
fiery kirshwasser. When I finally pushed back from the
table, I said "If I weren't married, I'd be down on
bended knee."
"Thank you, but I've already had someone do that and
you saw how that turned out; how about a kiss instead?"
"If I kiss you, I'm going to want to fuck you again." I
warned her.
"I was kind of hoping that." She murmured as she
stepped into my arms. Within minutes, we were making
out and polishing each others tonsils like teenagers on
her couch. I was pleased to find that she was wearing
panties and not pantyhose. While she massaged my old
'nine iron' I had my fingers into her forbidden folds
and was working her clit from the outside and inside.
When she began to moan and shiver, I took off her
panties. She abruptly stood up and led me into her
bedroom. "Stay here while I slip into something more
comfortable."
While I waited, I stripped down to my boxers. I was
starting to remove my wedding band when she looked out
of the bathroom. "Leave your wedding ring on, I need to
remind myself that all pleasures are fleeting and
forbidden pleasures are sweetest."
"Ah yes, Camu; in that case, I want you to wear your
engagement ring while we cuckold your fiancé." She
laughed and picked the ring up from the sink. When she
came out, she was wearing a filmy baby doll nighty with
no bottom that barely covered her ass and pubes. Behind
her the bathrooms' stained glass fixtures light softly
lit the bedroom.
This was the first time I had ever seen her naked and
she was breathtaking. I know that some men like big
boobs but I prefer small handfuls (and mouthfuls). Her
nipples were prominent and dark, her waist small and
her stomach flat sloping down to the dark mystery
between her well shaped thighs. Her feet and ankles
were long and delicate while the calves and thighs fit
together in a classic symmetry that supported the
perfectly round globes of her ass. With every move the
play of her muscles under her porcelain skin was like
poetry as she pirouetted with her long black hair
swinging over the long curve of her spine.
"Well what do you think?"
"If you mean your nightgown, it is very pretty, but if
you're talking about what's underneath, that is
amazingly beautiful." Her cheeks reddened and she stood
there clutching her hair with one hand and she looked
so innocent, I felt an overwhelming desire to protect
her. I stepped forward and swept her up in my arms, she
turned her face upward and we were suddenly over caught
up in an overwhelmingly passionate kiss.
She pressed against my abdomen and smiled "I see
someone is happy to see me." And Beth reached into my
shorts to grasp my Johnson. When I dropped my boxers
down and she fished it out, Beth shivered. She suddenly
sat down on the bed staring at my manhood.
"What's wrong?"
She looked up at me and back down at my middle leg that
was pointing at her in a gentle arc ad bobbing slightly
with each breath. She looked up again. "I'm
frightened."
"Frightened: of what?"
"Of how it makes me feel: of how much I want it."
I sat down beside her and put my arm around her. I
lifted her head to kiss her and to stroke her breasts,
giving each half –inch nipple little tweaks and twists
before moving down the gentle swell of her abdomen to
the silken black curls below. I began to kiss and lick
her sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of her
nighty and she moaned and parted her thighs. I pushed
my fingers into her nether folds to find her flowing.
Gently pressing and rolling her clitoris between my
thumb and forefinger elicited little jerks and
shudders.
When I pushed my middle finger between her now wet and
thick labia into the silken passage of her interior to
press up against the back of her clit, she arched her
back and clamped her legs together and sucked my tongue
into her mouth. Moaning with abandon, she reached down
to work her hand on my shaft from the sack to the
bulbous head of my old 'nine-iron'.
I reached over to pick up the tube of K-Y that she had
thoughtfully placed beforehand on the nightstand and
put some on her fingers. "That is, unless you would
like to lubricate me in some other way?" I teased her.
She blushed and shook her head, but I could tell that
she was torn between her repressed libido and her
desire to wrap those beautiful ruby lips around my
throbbing cock.
"All things in good time little girl, all things will
come in good time." I thought as she carefully coated
my ebony piston until it glistened in the dim light. I
laid her on her back and pushed her back so that her
knees were against her chest. As I lay down on her, I
began to rub the length of my rod against her equally
gleaming lower lips and cheeks. Carefully teasing her
button with the tip, I asked her between kisses if she
still liked this 'old nigger cock' and if she still
wanted it in her pussy.
She quickly nodded, but "Uh-huh." was all she could
manage.
"Do you want this? Do you want this nigger cock in
you?" I worked the tip back and forth on her opening.
"I want to hear you say it."
"Oh yes, George, I want your big fat nigger cock in
me!" As she thrust her hips up at me, I pushed into her
wet tight opening. She groaned "Oh god, it's as big as
I thought it was!" She arched her back and grabbed my
ass to pull me further into her small but welcoming
canal. I noticed that she had a rare attribute, her
vaginal temperature was much higher than her outside
skin and she felt like she was wrapping a warm wet
cloth around me. I had thought it was the Xing qu shi
the last time but this was all her and it felt
heavenly.
I settled into a nice slow fucking rhythm that
alternated short fast jabs with long, slow thrusts that
gradually deepened into the accommodation of her slowly
widening passage. When my balls were slapping against
her ass cheeks, I pushed back to admire her loveliness.
She had a 'deer in the headlights' look on her reddened
face and her chest was heaving while her breasts rocked
with every thrust of our genitals. Her wide flung legs
suddenly clamped onto mine to assist my plunging
penetration and pulled me down into a deep and hungry
kiss.
As I could feel the excitement rising in her, my
strokes increased in frequency and intensity until she
clasped me close with her face and chest flushed. Her
eyes screwed shut, her brows furrowed together and
upward. She gave a great groan and spasmed around me
and I felt a torrent of liquid bathe my gonads. I
kissed her and then sat back on my heels to survey our
handy work. Still inside her, I lifted her legs into
the air by her knees and began making a series of deep
slow thrusts that made a beautiful squishing sound.
She looked down to stare in fascination at my
glistening 'nine iron' pistoning between us. I asked
her "Do you like to look at that?"
"Oh yes!" as she pulled at my thighs.
"Does your pussy like this?"
"My pussy loves your cock."
"My cock says je t'aime votre minou."
"Je t'aime mon amour! Please come inside me, give it to
me, oh god, oh god!" She grabbed the headboard behind
her and began to push her self against my rapidly
increasing thrusts.
With that, I really started to slam into her and fell
forward into her arms as our genitals went into
overdrive. As I started to come, she tightly clutched
my ass, pulling me deeper into her. With an incoherent
cry I pumped my essence into her and I could feel her
vaginal walls milking me dry. When we slowed down, she
laughed in release and we continued to kiss and
embrace, not willing to stop until the last drop had
been drained from our mutual ecstasy.
As we lay there we continued to fondle each other. I
got up to turn on a small lamp in order to appreciate
her beauty and I noticed that she was staring at the
glistening and sperm smeared length of my ebony
rainbow. She was still leaking my essence from her sex
when she got up to get a washcloth.
"Come back and clean this up." I playfully waived my
Johnson at her.
"But that's what the washcloth is for…oh, I see." She
laughed.
"Do you think this will fit in your mouth? You could
always try." She just smiled and pulled her nighty over
her head and knelt down next to me and lowered her face
to my lap.
As she bent to examine the black prize in front of her
she exclaimed "Tell me what to do, I've never done this
before."
"Just taste it." She hesitated for a second before
extending her tongue to touch the white opalescent
fluid.
"It's sweeter than I thought it would be, and salty
too.' She continued to lick at the thick liquid.
"Put it in your mouth and suck on it." She complied
without hesitation to suck and engulf the glans and
began to bob her head up and down on my member.
"Lightly nibble the shaft. Now lick it, especially in
front at the base of the head." The sight and feel of
her perfect soft mouth on my manhood was incredibly
erotic. When she took it out and was licking at the
base of my shaft again, I kidded her "You know, once a
white woman has tasted a Blackman's sperm, she's hooked
for life."
She looked up in all seriousness. "I believe it." My
jaw dropped and she resumed trying to cram as much of
me as she could into her eager mouth.
As she sucked me back into a turgid state, I began to
moan with pleasure as she worked my member with obvious
enthusiasm. At times I could clearly see the outline of
my cock head in her cheek and occasionally taking me
deep into her mouth to her tonsils. Beth gagged a
little but that didn't stop her, I think she was trying
to impress me with her enthusiasm. When Beth came up
for breath she stopped to state "I really love sucking
on your dick but it's making me incredibly horny and
all I can think about is having you inside of me."
"Well go ahead and climb on board little girl!"
"You got it." And she rose up to straddle me.
"Please turn and face the other way because I want to
watch that beautiful ass of yours. The position is
called reverse cowgirl."
"Cowgirl eh, well I'm going to climb up on that fucking
big black cock of yours and ride you like a bull."
I positioned my self at her entrance and she sank down
on it with an exhale like she was sinking into a hot
bath. After a second of getting used to this position,
she began to push her self up and down with her arms
and thighs. The sight of her wonderful twin globes
rising and falling on my rigid black pole was
incredible.
She began to pick up the pace with a rhythmic slapping
sound as she landed on my thighs and groin lubricating
me with the fruits of our earlier coupling. She turned
to look over her shoulder and pant "Now, unh, I know,
unh, what Anis Nin meant when she described, unh, her
impaling herself, unh, again and again, unh, on his up
thrust mast. This is, unh fucking, wonderful!"
I grasped her hips to pull her to me and she reached
back to place her arms on my biceps, throw back her
head, arch her hips, and repeatedly thrust herself on
me with increasing rapidity until she came shatteringly
on me with a great drenching of my thighs and
testicles. As she shuddered to a stop she asked me with
gasping breath if I had come too. I replied to the
negative and she looked at our joining in confusion.
I explained: "That's female ejaculate and it's the one
thing a woman can't fake." I wiped some up with my
finger to taste it and wipe some on her lips to prove
its lack of flavor and aroma. "Be proud of yourself,
not every woman comes like that!"
When she caught her breath she rose up again and said
"I think I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to
stop."
"Oh-ho, we'll see who cries uncle first." I thought as
I moistened my forefinger in her spend and lightly
rimmed the rosebud of her anus. I heard a sharp intake
of breath as I inserted my finger into her virgin
asshole and the effect was electric. The slapping
became louder and more liquid until there was a
distinct sucking sound as she impaled herself with
increasing enthusiasm and quickly drove herself to
another orgiastic collapse. As we kissed again, and
Beth had caught her breath she asked if I wanted to
come again. I asked her if she would please take me in
her mouth once more.
"I'd love to swallow it!" she replied sweetly replied
and knelt down between my knees to resume her
enthusiastic felatio. As I watched her she would lick
and swirl her tongue around me inside and outside her
coral lips and then rotate her mouth around me while
she looked at me with lust lidded eyes. Then she would
close her eyes and lunge face forward towards my groin.
When Beth came up again she murmured "I feel so
powerful exciting you like this after you gave me so
many wonderful orgasms."
She resumed and quickly brought me to the brink. I
warned her that I was about to come thinking she would
pull back. She responded by trying to jam me even
further back into her mouth. I decided to help her and
pushed the back of her head until I felt myself enter
her throat. She then grabbed my ass to pull me even
deeper and I exploded into her esophagus. Beth coughed
and sprayed sperm over my chest and belly. I ejaculated
"My god girl, are you sure that you haven't done that
before? Because what you just did constitutes one of
the best god damn blowjobs of my entire life."
"Does this mean you won't respect me in the morning?"
she teased.
"Respect you? I'm going to nominate you to the felatrix
hall of fame!" I paused "Of course, I will have to
consult the other judges first."
Beth responded playfully. "Would these judges happen to
be black and as well endowed as you?"
"Of course they would, some even bigger than me."
"In that case, I look forward to the competition." She
joked.
I laughed and announced "I hereby proclaim you Lady
Bethany, Grand Duchess of Colorado Cock Sucking."
Beth laughed again. "Lady Bethany eh; well, Sir George
why don't we get you and your dragon here cleaned up?"
"I command that this party adjourn to the shower
forthwith."
Of course, more fooling around ensued in the shower and
during drying off Beth insisted on practicing her new
found talents. She even managed to ingest my semi-
turgid member almost all the way until her chin was
bumping my jewels. After I elevated her to Queen, we
returned to the bed where we lay in each others arms
until I heard her softly snoring. I kissed her and
tucked her in and went home to my wife and kids.
To be continued...
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