by Audrey Drake
“Great... Krystal is carrying all of our cash, and I'm pretty sure she-”
At just that moment there was a loud screeching of tires in the parking lot, and a car sped off onto the road.
“-Just left... Beautiful...”
Ruth couldn't help but laugh. “It doesn't really seem like you're having the greatest of days...”
“I'd say that's safe to assume, yeah... God, now I can't even make it back to my hotel to get you the money... I don't suppose there's any like, taxi service around here is there?
“Afraid not,” said Ruth, a genuine sympathy welling up in addition to her lust for the man. She thought for barely a moment, and then offered on an impulse, “I could give you a ride if you want. I have my horse and buggy with me today.”
The man laughed, and spying the earnest look on her face added quickly, “Oh you're serious... No, I... I don't want you to go through all that trouble...”
“It's no trouble! My shift ends in twenty minutes, and a ride sounds pleasant.”
He smiled. “Well, okay, but... Well, no offense, but don't you have some thing that you can only be alone with a man if it's your his brother or husband?”
“You're thinking of a very, very different religion...”
He laughed. “Sorry... Well alright then, you have me convinced. I deeply appreciate your hospitality. I'm Jamarr, by the way.”
“Ruth,” she said, extending him a hand, and he squeezed it so tightly she thought the bones might break. His lovemaking, she imagined, would not be gentle. “Charmed to meet you,” she whimpered.
“You as well,” he nodded, and seemed to genuinely mean it.
“I'll see you in twenty minutes, then!”
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The next twenty minutes seemed to last about a lifetime.
It did, at last, finally end, however, and Ruth could scarcely believe that she had Jamarr sitting next to him as they drove, their waists practically touching, both of them laughing and getting along surprisingly well as they travelled. He was telling her about how his girlfriend had dragged him here under the banner of it being quaint and charming, when in actuality the woman herself was about as much the opposite of this as you might have imagined.
“I don't know why I put up with it sometimes,” he said finally, seeming overjoyed to have someone with whom he might bitch about her anonymously. “Like, no offense at all to your way of life, but this is not at all my idea of a vacation...”
Ruth laughed, “No, I totally understand. The life we live is hardly a vacation, and when people come to visit our community as though it's some great, simple way of living, I sort of just have to laugh... Like, if you spent a day doing half the shit we do- excuse my language- you wouldn't find it nearly at all as pleasant or quaint or enjoyable. It just doesn't make sense to me that people would enjoy coming here.”
“Thank you!” said Jamarr, rather surprised and relieved to hear that the person whose lifestyle he was insulting seemed to agree with him wholeheartedly. “I mean, what's so romantic about the smell of horse shit everywhere?”
“Not much, unless you're a very perverted horse...” Immediately her hand flew to her mouth. She couldn't believe she'd said something so twisted, and in front of a complete and total stranger, no less. What the hell would he think of her? Was her mind really this far into the gutter?
But then, unexpectedly, he burst out laughing, and Ruth immediately felt like she could breathe again.
“Sorry,” she chuckled, her cheeks crimson with embarrassment.
“Nah, it's all good,” said Jamarr convincingly. “I wasn't expecting it is all, that's hilarious!”
She smiled at him, and then looked away, still not convinced she was in the clear, but feeling a lot better about it now.
They were silent for a few minutes after this, until at last Jamarr asked, “So what about you? Any lucky guys laying claim to that razor sharp wit of yours?”
“Oh, me? No, no, I'm... Unattached at the moment...”
“That's a shame,” said Jamarr, so smooth that it barely seemed he was thinking about the words as he spoke them. “I'd imagine you could make someone very happy...”
Ruth couldn't help it. She gasped, for no reason whatsoever, and the buggy came to a screeching halt.
What was wrong with her?
“I... I... Um... Thanks...”
“What? What's the matter?”
“Um, nothing, it's... Uh... Just... Thank you...”
She felt like a fool. He hadn't said a word to elicit anything near the response she was giving him, yet even the faintest indication that he might be the most distantly attracted to her sent her into an instant tizzy of nervousness. Her hands shook on the reins, trembling fiercely, until suddenly his were on them, stilling their shakiness, his skin as black as night in their contrast with her milky white wrists.
“Look at me,” he said, and suddenly his hand was on the side of her face, lifting her eyes in his direction, cradling her head gently. She stared up at him with those gentle hazel eyes of hers, feeling the blood rush like a crimson wave across her face, and she had to bite her lip to keep it from trembling. “I know we just met, but you are so, so beautiful...”
“I-I-I-” she stammered, her knees shaking. “Thank you...”
“Do you want to know what Krystal and I were fighting about back there?”
“I... Uhhh... Sure,” she said, confused, afraid that he was about to spoil the mood.
“She was mad at me, because she thought I was staring at the pretty young Amish girl working behind the cash register, and it made her jealous...”
“Oh...” gulped Ruth, “I see...” her mind was racing at a mile a minute, unable to focus, a warm, moist heat spreading out between her legs. “And... Were you?” she asked, before she was able to stop herself.
“I still am...”
And from here on out, the deal was closed. She'd signed the contract with the devil, and had officially sold her soul to the fiery demons of hell.
She allowed herself to be pulled in to Jamarr, slowly, gently, pressed against his lips. Allowed his heated breath to be poured into her, filling her like a balloon, her lips tingling, her body tense, her heart fluttering like a butterfly. It was a long, tender, passionate kiss, one that made her fully aware that he was approaching with caution, because he knew she was inexperienced, and he would be more than happy to guide her every step of the way.
At last they separated after several unending minutes, though only by a few inches, and the two of them stared ravenously into one another's eyes.
“You taste just as exquisite as you look,” he whispered.
And from here they tore into one another. It was like he had turned on a switch in Ruth's brain, activating something animalistic inside of her that she hadn't known existed. They put their entire bodies into it this time, lips clasping, tongues battling it out, lapping one another up, heads bobbing. His hands clawed at her, caressing every fully clothed surface, stimulating her through the thick cotton dress, making her feel as though her body was on fire, her skin tingling, her pussy crying out for its entrapment beneath layers of fabric. He heard the cry, placing a hand at her crotch, massaging through her skirt, and she reciprocated by clutching at him through his jeans, his massive erection proving difficult to get a handle on through the denim, far too large for her to be contained by her fingers alone. He massaged her breasts, the nipples growing large, tingling through layers of cloth to be suckled, her entire body ready for his invasion.
Then suddenly, far too soon, it stopped.
He pulled away, still looking ravenous, something very, very, very dirty alight in his eyes.
“What's wrong?” asked Ruth desperately. “Did I do something I shouldn't have? I... Oh God... I'm so so sorry...”
“No,” said Jamarr, smiling reassuringly. “It's nothing at all like that. I just... Well...” he leaned in close, whispering in her ear. “I thought maybe we could continue on with this somewhere a little bit
more... Intimate, later on...”
Ruth shuddered.
“I... I... Yeah, that sounds... Good...”
“Do you know someplace we can meet?”
Ruth thought, her mind scrambling, and she blurted out the first place that came to mind from her recurrent fantasies. “Yeah... Meet me at my family's barn, tonight at midnight. Do you have something to use to write down the address?”
He pulled out his phone, pecked in the address he gave her as quickly as he could, then leaned right back into her to give her a slow, tender kiss goodbye.
“My hotel is just up ahead here,” he whispered as they separated once more. “I'll see you tonight...”
What the hell had she just gotten herself into?
Chapter Three
A million different things were on Ruth's mind as the clock tolled midnight.
For starters, there was her near certainty that her new friend might not actually show up. His girlfriend, she felt with conviction, was far prettier, infinitely more modern, and probably put out far too regularly and adeptly for her sheltered, modest self to compete. There was no way Jamarr would leave, or even simply cheat on this ebony firecracker of a woman for the likes of her.
There was also the issue of her family catching her in the act, spoiling everything, and her life altogether crumbling apart, and she prayed as hard as she could to stave off this happening- though of course, the very God she was praying to was the one she was about to betray, so she was afraid that getting away with it in this case would be a matter of dumb luck more than divine intervention.
At five minutes after midnight, soon enough for her to be certain that he wasn't coming, hating herself for being so foolish and naive, Jamarr sauntered casually into the dim light of the barn, looking as perfect and delectable as he had that afternoon, perhaps somewhat more so, with the mental imagery of what was about to happen swirling around her mind. Ruth gasped slightly at the mere thought of it.
“The stars look so beautiful all the way out here in the country,” he said, pausing, and with immaculate timing added, “And so do you...”
Ruth was glad he couldn't see her blushing in the darkness.
“Thank you...”
“Should we continue where we left off?”
“Of course...”
And the two of them went for a roll in the hay.
Slowly he lay her down on the dusty barn floor, like gently placing a baby into its cradle. He leaned in gradually over top of her, covering her like a blanket, his body enveloping her, his warmth echoing into her through their clothes, the lump in his jeans pressing noticeably into her through her dress.
They inhaled one another once more. Sucking on one another's lips, breathing into one another's throats, reviving and revitalizing and teasing and titillating. Ruth could feel her body simultaneously limber and tense at his caress. She loved the feeling of his hand beneath the small of her back, gliding up and down, massaging her tenderly, making her back arch reflexively toward him, pressing her body into his firm, broad chest, letting out the faintest of moans into his lips. With his other hand he caressed her right breast, rubbing it in tender, gentle circles, rubbing a loving finger around where the nipple would be beneath the fabric. At this, too, she moaned.
He seized hold of her shoulder blades, gripping her firmly, and began to rock mildly back and forth, dry humping her, readying her for the next step in the process. When at last he finally pulled away, Ruth was absolutely gasping for breath, her eyes wide, her heart thudding, positively astonished at what the two of them were doing.
“Oh my God...” she whispered faintly. “I've never... I've never done this before...”
Jamarr smiled. “What? Been with a black man?”
“No,” she shook her head. “Had sex...”
He couldn't help but let out a sympathetic chuckle.
“Well, then... Allow me to help initiate you...”
She was putty in his hands as he ran hot, wet kisses up and down along her neck, causing her to squirm pleasantly at his touch, the sweat beginning to bead and collect around her temples, her body beginning to brace for impact.
Before long, the clothes started coming off.
First his shirt. Then his jeans.
His thin, black, silky underwear remained in place as he stripped her down.
Slowly, very slowly, he peeled her sweaty body out of her dress, sliding it up over her head with tantalizing slowness, his fingers dribbling across her taught midriff with adept clumsiness, “accidentally” skimming nearly every inch of her flesh as they traveled, until at last it was off, lying in a heap on the barn floor beside her.
Ruth felt exposed. Vulnerable. Afraid.
Turned on like you wouldn't believe.
Down to their underwear (as well as her ever-present white bonnet) they continued to make-out and grope for a while, rolling around like animals, hay sticking to their skin, Ruth's breasts practically bursting forth to escape from her bra, the space between her legs begging to be fed. Gradually his kisses moved southward down her body, returning to her neck, migrating to her shoulder blades. Traveling down to her sternum, pecking the round, fleshy, perfect areas of her breasts that had so far been exposed, evoking passionate moans from above. He traveled all the way south to the point of her modest, unflattering panties, kissing her just above the waist, then pulled away, standing up off of her, his erection nearly far too much for his skimpy black underwear to contain.
“I'll show you mine if you show me yours,” he said, smiling.
“I... I... Okay,” she said, her face so red that it practically made her underwear a blinding white by contrast.
“I'll go first,” he said.
And down came the underwear.
Ruth's jaw dropped.
She had never before in her life seen a human penis, but she was almost a hundred percent certain that they weren't supposed to be this big.
Jamarr seemed satisfied.
“So, you like what you see?” he asked proudly, stroking it savoringly from one end to the other, adding yet a couple inches further to its already ridiculous length.
“I... I... Yes...” she gulped, her eyes wide, “Very much so...”
“Well then... How about a little taste?”
“Uhhhh...” she could scarcely fathom being able to fit this thing in her mouth, but before she could say so he was holding it up to her, pressing it against her face. Instantly she was in love with its warmth, the mild, inherent stickiness of his flesh, the tiny dab of pre-cum that was formulating at its tip on her cheek.
She swallowed once more, readying herself for destruction.
She opened wide.
Slowly, inch by inch, he dipped it inside.
There was no end to his length, and it was a long, long, long time before he ran out of shaft to plunge into her.
At last, she felt him arrive at the back of her throat.
“You okay?”
“Mmhmm,” she gurgled around his cock, tears starting to well up in her eyes.
He pulled in and out a few times, scraping his dick back and forth across her tongue, and gradually Ruth took over, accustoming herself to her first taste of big black cock, her bonnet bobbing rhythmically back and forth, toward and away from his pelvis, lapping him up pleasantly, gaining satisfaction from his faint, whispered moans as she sucked. He didn't face fuck her like he could have, like she imagined he did to his girlfriend when she let her, or to any other mildly experienced woman, and she was glad of the fact. She thought that having that thing crammed violently down her throat on her first time might well traumatize her from sex, and she was grateful that he was taking her virginity into consideration through all this.
After quite some time, the thrusting stopped. He held Ruth pressed against him for a few minutes, taking one last, hard swallow of his cock, before allowing himself to be spit back out, Ruth gasping for breath, coughing, and long sticky strings of spittle snapping pleasantly off of his dick as he withdrew.
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“That's a good girl,” he said, stroking her face with one hand, and stroking his penis with the other, as though fearing he might lose his erection in this interim period of non-fucking. “Now you show me yours...”
Slowly he helped her out of her underwear, first sliding the straps of her bra down off of her shoulders, pulling out her arms, and then gently removing the cups, revealing her perfect, young, perky breasts, slightly pointed, as though requesting some long-desired attention. He moved in and kissed them, swirling his tongue around them in circles, touching, caressing, making Ruth swoon with pleasure, tilting her head back, gasping.
He pulled away.
Moved lower.
Wriggled her milky young body out of her underwear, dropping them down to her thighs, her knees, her ankles, and then at last out all together.
There she stood. Naked in front of another human being for the first time since girlhood, resisting the impulse to reflexively move her hands up, covering her naughty bits, shivering slightly between the cold night air and the anxiety.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, and rubbed his thick, gentle hands over every inch of her, then pressed her body firmly against his own, their heat mingling, their warmth inspiring, his erection feeling strong and wonderful against her skin.
He stooped down to his knees, pecking kisses down along her body as he lowered himself.
He pulled her crotch into his face.
She gasped.
“Ohhhhhh...” she whimpered.
She felt his tongue, spiraling slowly around the untouched contours of her ripe and tender womanhood, absorbing her taste, filling her with an exquisite heat, a perfect pleasure, a feeling that instantly began to trump even her wildest fantasies. He licked expertly, penetrating all the right spots, lashing deep, wet, hard at all the right moments, easing up at others, lapping, licking, nibbling, savoring. Her legs began to grow weak, wobbling at the knees, and he grabbed her by the behind, pulling her more firmly into himself, his vicious claws digging into the plump flesh of her perfect ass, stabilizing her, imprisoning her, making her cringe. Her hand was on the back of his head, pressing him forcefully in, trapping him, trying practically to absorb him into her pussy.