Dark Ride

by Laurel Landon

  I tried so damn hard to look away as the sound of their fucking got louder and louder. Hell, from where I was sitting, I could smell their fornication. But there was no way I couldn't watch; there was no way I couldn't deny that watching Nathan fuck my best friend wasn't getting me hot and bothered.

  I felt the dampness of my black lace panties as they clung to my crotch. I spread my thighs apart, just a bit, so that my fingers could massage my clit from the other side of the material. Maybe, just maybe, this would help soothe my anger and resentment. It was worth a try.

  My fingers snaked up through the elastic of my panties and found my soaked cunt as I rubbed and plied the folds of my pussy more eagerly now.

  Velma was moaning loudly with each and every thrust Nathan pumped into her. She was bucking up against him. Their fucking was at an almost vicious tempo, the sound of their skin slapping against one another echoed in the still of the night. Even the crickets paused in their chirping to take notice of the intrusive noise around them.

  "I'm gonna come," Thelma gasped, her voice reaching an unfamiliar pitch, "Oh God, I'm gonna come!"

  "Go on then," Nathan growled, "I'm ready to shoot my load too, little girl. Let's do this!" he gritted out as he pumped into her in with a purposeful vengeance. "Aarrgghhh," he groaned loudly right before he stilled.

  I knew the signs. I'd been on the receiving end of his orgasms way more times that Velma ever would be. I continued to thrum my clit, and pussy clenched and I came at the same time they do, but it was small compensation for what they'd done and what I'd witnessed.

  Velma bucked and moaned as her orgasm released. "Oh I feel it," she rasped, "I feel your come squirting inside of me," she bragged, and I swear to fuck, if I'd had a gun right then and there, I'd been hard pressed not to pull the trigger as I aimed it at Velma's cunt.

  Nathan gave a couple of final thrusts as he emptied his seed inside of her, and then pulled his cock out, and collapsed down next to her. It took several moments for their panting to subside and their breathing to normalize.

  "Fuck," she said, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "Fuck that was good."

  Several minutes passed in pure silence. It was if they'd forgotten I was still there, just a few feet away, feeling ignored and devastated. Why had I shared any of my most intimate secrets about Nathan with Velma?

  I'd shared my secrets of Jeremy with her, but I had to admit, they were mostly of the PG-13 variety. Jeremy was a bore between the sheets.

  Finally Nathan's deep, rich voice broke the silence. "Red, why don't you get dressed and high tail it on home now, hear? I've got to catch my breath, take a quick swim in the pond over yonder, and then try to make things up to Prudence. We don't want her being pissed at the both of us now do we?'

  "I suppose not, Nathan," she replied quietly, not looking over my way at all. She leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on his full lips and then skittered to her feet, gathering up her clothes. As she traipsed past me she gave me a meek smile, "I'll call you tomorrow, Pru. We can make this work, I promise."

  I didn't respond. I wasn't sure just what she meant by that, but she was gonna have a rude awakening if she thought for one damn minute I was going to share him.

  Nathan did exactly what he said he was going to do. He took a dip in the pond, rubbing the cool water all over his body, dipping down underneath the water and then coming back up and shaking the droplets from his hair as he did. "Wanna come join me for a swim, Pru?" he called out.

  "No. I don't think so," I snapped.

  He was oblivious to my anger. It was if it didn't matter; as if I didn't matter. And that hurt.

  Finally, after several minutes in the pond splashing around, he came back ashore, grabbing his tee shirt to dry himself off. "We need to come to an understanding, Pru," he said, coming over to where I was still seated in the grass, and dropping down next to me. He leaned back on his elbows, and shook more droplets of water from his hair.

  "Yeah? What kind of understanding?"

  "Your friend, Velma? She showed up here at nine in your place. Said you'd changed your mind and sent her to tell me. How the hell did I know different?"

  "That didn't mean you needed to fuck her!" I snapped, giving him a nasty glare. "Besides that, she told me you had said ten o'clock. Obviously she had it all planned."

  "Obviously she did," he said with a chuckle. "So, I fucked her. She wanted it. She made that pretty damn clear. And last time I looked, I was single, black and free to do what I want to with whoever wants me to do it. And you, you do not come up on me while I'm with her---or with anyone else for that matter, and bust us up like some Little Annie Oakley staking her claim, do you hear me? Because that is not happening. And that is why I had to teach you a lesson tonight, little girl."

  His words to me were clear and concise. They were also said with the cold authority he evidently felt he had. And that royally pissed me off.

  "Yeah, I get it," I snapped, scrambling to my feet and looking around for the shift I'd discarded.

  "Now, where do you think you're going?" he asked gruffly.

  "I'm getting my stuff on and going home," I snapped, "I don't like to share, sorry."

  "That's because you're a spoiled little white bitch," he spat, "Go on then. I'll catch up with Red and we'll fuck all night long. She's got the stamina to match mine it would appear."

  Now those words totally pissed me off. I turned back around to where he was sprawled out on the ground, and God help me if I didn't take my foot and give him a swift kick to the gut.

  He didn't flinch a bit. He just laughed in his deep, rich voice which made me even madder. I drew back to give him another swift kick, but as my foot swung forward, he caught it in his tight grip, causing me to lose my balance and topple down next to him on the grass. He had hold of my leg, and my attempts to pull or twist out of his hold were pure futility.

  "Got ya!" he growled. Before I could figure a way to get out of his hold, he had flipped me over onto my belly, and I was splayed across his lap.

  "Let me go you fucking imbecile!" I spat. But he just continued to laugh at my lame attempts to escape his strong, firm grasp. I could feel his cock flopping around beneath my tummy as I writhed and wriggled against his lap.

  "You are gonna learn a lesson, girl. And I'm just the man to teach you."

  I heard the rip of my new lace panties as he tore them from me, and just as quickly, I felt the firm palm of his hand meeting the sensitive skin of my ass in a punishing slap.

  "Ouch!" I squealed, trying to wriggle away. But I was going nowhere. Seconds later, another firm, open-palmed slap resounded against my ass. I jumped and wriggled again. The sting of the slap brought tears to my eyes, but he wasn't done yet. He delivered another stinging slap, and then another, until I finally figured out that the more I wriggled and squirmed, the more whacks I'd be getting.

  His cock was now hard. I could feel it pressed up against my belly button. And what I also felt was the tingle in my pussy as it clenched each time his palm smacked against my butt.

  "You learned your lesson yet, little girl?" he taunted with the next smack on my ass. "Tell me you won't interrupt me again like you did tonight. Tell me that and I'll quit punishing you."

  I deliberately remained quiet as his hand once again landed against my butt, and I whimpered with pain and pleasure.

  "You gonna be stubborn, ain't ya? That's alright, I got plenty more smacks left in me for you."

  "Okay," I sobbed, "I won't interrupt you again, Nathan. I promise."

  His hand landed gently on my butt, and his erection was now rock hard. He gently massaged my reddened ass. And then, I felt him raise me up as if I weighed nothing, and his lips gentle grazed the skin of my throbbing buttocks.

  I wiped my tears and wriggled against his mouth. He laid me on the soft grass, and changed positions so now that he was hovering over me, his erection bold and beautiful in the moonlight.

  "Now that wasn't so bad, was it? I think you have learne
d your lesson. I think you're gonna be a good girl from now on and keep your place, aren't you?" he asked.

  Before I could answer, he lowered his face to my crotch, and his tongue found my slick slit, lapping and teasing the sensitive folds. My breath hitched as the heat from his mouth and tongue kissed and licked all over my pussy.

  "Mmm, baby, you taste so good," he said softly, "I didn't eat Red's pussy. Just so you know." And for some reason, that made me feel happy knowing I was maybe a bit special to him. "But that doesn't mean I might not sometime," he finished, tongue fucking my cunt, "And you got nothing to say about it if I do."

  I moaned in pleasure as he dipped a calloused finger inside of me, and wiggled it around before adding another. My pelvis bucked up against his hand, and he continued eating my pussy as if his life depended upon it.

  "I need to fuck you now," he rasped, "Get on your hands and knees. I'm taking you from behind," he instructed, pulling his face from my groin.

  I did as instructed, and as wet as my pussy was, Nathan had no problem guiding his dick to my slit. He took a moment, rubbing the head of it up and down to get me ready, before pushing his cockhead just inside the entrance. "Relax your muscles, Prudence," he said, "Otherwise it's gonna hurt from this angle. You're tensed up, girl."

  I made a conscious effort to relax my pelvic muscles, and he drove himself in a bit deeper. "That's my good girl," he crooned, pushing his cock in deeper. He was right. This angle felt different being that when we usually did it this way, there was a soft mattress underneath us versus the hard ground that we were on now that had no give to it.

  "Ready? I'm burying myself in you to the hilt."

  And he did just that. I cried out with the first, deep thrust, but Nathan knew what he was doing. His hands were now free and he squeezed my ass cheeks together, and then started to pump into me with a rapid fury that had me gushing wetness.

  "See how lubed up I got you," he groaned, as he continued pumping into me, his balls slapping against my backside in rhythm with his thrusting. "You love this cock, don't you?"

  "Yesss," I mewled.

  "It's yours right now, baby. You don't need to worry. When I shoot my load you know it was made just for you," he said, his hands massaging my ass and the wetness of our combined juices sounded like our own personal mating call.

  I continued moaning with each of his thrusts because it felt that good. The head of his dick was rubbing against my sweet spot and I knew I'd be coming apart in a matter of seconds.

  Nathan's breathing was coming hard and fast. He was gonna be right there with me. He groaned and grunted his pleasure, his hands now placed underneath, pressing against my abdomen so that his dick was hitting dead on my G-Spot and my orgasm started to unravel.

  I cried out his name, and he cried out mine as he pounded into me and then suddenly stilled. "I'm coming. You stay still and take it all now. Ain't gonna be no whining about you not getting yours no more, cause here it is!"

  I felt the hot spurts of his jism shoot into me from his throbbing cock. My pussy clenched his dick, milking every last drop from him. He shuddered, pumped into me a couple of more times to make sure he had emptied his balls completely. "Fucckkkk," he rasped. "You two bitches done me in tonight with those greedy white pussies."

  He pulled his cock from me and rolled over onto his back. "I swear to fuck. You two have sure enough drained me," he said.

  Chapter 8

  July 4, 1977

  Today was the annual Independence Day picnic in town. This was the last weekend before Jeremy would be getting back to town, and to be honest, I dreaded his homecoming for several reasons.

  Of course, one of those reasons was because I could no longer hook up with Nathan. Over the last month, we'd been fucking regularly. But for the last three, he'd been fucking both Velma and me. That was a fact I didn't care for at all. But there was nothing I could say about it because Nathan had certainly taught me a lesson on that one.

  After that night I'd come up on them by the pond, Velma had tried like hell to call me, but I refused to talk to her. I'd simply hang up. When she stopped by the Rexall, I ignored her. It wasn't like she was going to make a scene about it in public. Her family was every bit as racist as my Daddy was, no denying that. She'd finally given up.

  And I knew she was still fucking Nathan. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why some nights he wasn't available to sneak into my room or to have me meet him at the pond. And I never pressed it any further because I knew his rules on that.

  But the other reason; the most compelling reason I wasn't looking forward to my fiancé's return was because I was going to have to tell him the engagement was off. There was no way around it.

  My period was two weeks late. I'd dropped off a urine specimen at the Planned Parenthood in the next town over two days ago. I'd called for the results. I was pregnant.

  Nathan was going to be a father and I hadn't told him yet because I needed to break my engagement to Jeremy tomorrow when he got back into town. Out of respect for Jeremy, I needed to give him the bad news before I gave the good news to Nathan.

  The bright spot on the horizon was that deep down I knew Nathan had wanted to get me pregnant. Why else would he have forbid condoms? Maybe now he'd toss Velma to the side and step up to his responsibilities as a soon to be father.

  Today I would see Nathan at the festivities in the park. Today might be the last time I saw him before Jeremy got home. I was walking a fine timeline with the announcements, I knew. The construction on Pike Street was nearly finished. Nathan and the crew would be moving on in a few days.

  I wanted to go with them. But I wasn't sure how that would work out what with them traveling from city to city.

  I dressed in a new sundress I'd bought in a red, white and blue print. I brushed my hair up into a ponytail to keep my neck cool in the July heat.

  Daddy was to deliver a speech today, and I knew he'd be kept busy with the meeting and greeting of the town folk, along with visitors from the rest of the county who enjoyed the day's activities of parades, picnics, and the ice cream social this evening, followed by fireworks.

  I waited to head to town until around three o'clock. Nathan had said he wouldn't get there before then, and I hadn't particularly wanted to be out and about in the summer heat and humidity.

  Once there, the sounds of the band playing, kids running around screaming and the street vendors chirping put me in a more festive mood. I quickly glanced around, looking for the tall, muscular hulk that was my black lover.

  I walked to a different area and finally spotted him near the ice cream vendor. He saw me, nodded which was the signal that the coast was clear, and I headed around the corner and into the field leading up to the deserted boat house. Hopefully, there wouldn't be a repeat of the last time I was there with Nathan.

  I snuck up, glancing around. The coast was clear. I slipped through the door and waited for him. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps outside and Nathan slipped inside, moving an old chair up and under the door knob to make sure we weren't disturbed. My belly tingled at the sight of him.

  He was wearing a white tee shirt, cutoff jean shorts and sandals. He'd bought a dish of chocolate ice cream.

  "Mmm, chocolate. My favorite," I said, licking my lips.

  "Yeah?" he said, "Mine too. How about if I share?"

  "That'd be nice," I replied. "Sharing is good they say."

  He gave me a devilish grin, my subtle message received. "Go set yourself on that couch over there," he instructed. "Pull your panties down to your ankles, and lift that pretty dress up and outta the way."

  "What in the world?" I asked, quirking a brow.

  "Just do it."

  I complied and when I was positioned as instructed, Nathan came over and took a squatting position in front of me. He ordered me to spread my legs and rest my feet on each of his shoulders. Once I complied, he took a spoonful of the chocolate ice cream and dropped it on my pussy. He then leaned in and licked it
up. I shivered in delight.

  "You're awfully horny," I commented, as he dropped another spoonful of ice cream on my crotch and proceeded to lap it up, slipping his cold tongue inside my hot pussy. I moaned this time.

  "I've got some news. I'm not sure how to tell you," he said, licking his lips.

  "Well, I've got some news as well. I wasn't going to say anything today, but if you're sharing your news, I might as well share mine. You go first," I said.

  He dropped another spoonful of ice cream on my pussy, and this time he was achingly slow in licking it all up. He was stalling. My breath hitched. My nerves jangled.

  "Velma's pregnant," he said, sitting back on his haunches and gazing up at me. "She told me this morning when we were . . . together."

  So, that was the reason he couldn't meet me here until after three.

  Cocksucker.

  I fumbled for words. "So, how do you feel about that?" I finally asked. He thought I was going to throw a fit. But he didn't know my news yet.

  "I'm happy about it. I want to father a lot of children. This will be my sixth."

  What the hell?

  "Uh . . . what?" I nearly shouted. "I thought you said you weren't married?"

  He chuckled, dropping yet another spoonful of ice cream on my crotch and licking it up thoroughly.

  "I'm not. Never have been," he finally replied when he'd finished licking it up. "And I won't marry. Not until I get a son that is."

  "Wait? What?"

  He sighed and sat back again. "I have five daughters spread throughout the Midwest and the South. I won't marry until I get a son."

  I blinked. And then I blinked again. Words escaped me. "You . . . you don't love your girls? Any of them?" I asked incredulously.

  "I send money to their mothers. But I want--I need a son to carry on my name and my legacy."

  "Legacy?" I asked, clearly confused, "What exactly is your legacy, Nathan?"

  "My legacy, Prudence, is that I fuck so damn good women will tolerate about anything I do to them, including eating sticky, chocolate ice cream out of their pussies while their daddy watches," he finished, nodding towards the one window that wasn't boarded up.