The Mandingo Diaries: A Case of Taboo

by Clyde Viechweg

  I found out Roy was from Grand Roy. Roy, Grand Roy, are you freaking kidding me? Could his parents have been more original in choosing a name? Damn, I hated this guy. What the hell did she see in him?'

  They left me, and were soon dancing away. Susan never once looked in my direction. That night, I got so freaking drunk, my friends had to take me home.

  The next day, I got up with a hangover, but my heart was clearly outdoing my throbbing headache. I drank a soda water and forced down some Salt Fish souse. I then went to lie in the hammock on the veranda. It was there I hatched my evil plan to win over Susan from that loser.... I tell yah, there is no accounting for taste these days; anyone with a pulse will do.

  So I remembered that Roy had told me where he lived and I knew a shop that had a pool table close to there. Later that evening, my friend Sam and I drove up to Grand Roy.

  The shop was painted in green and sat at the bottom of a house. There was a wooden bar that was worse for wear and was occupied by shot glasses, half pints of rum, and Carib beers. They had six tables with four stools each and four of them were already occupied by domino players.

  In the corner of the room was a pool table and, thankfully, it was unoccupied. I told Sam to rack up the balls while I fetched us two Guinnesses.

  We were in the middle of our fifth game when Roy walked in. What a surprise. Yeah right, where else would he go on a Saturday evening? He did not own a car and I remembered Susan telling me that she had to go visit her grandma.

  “Hey, Roy, my friend, come, come,” I shouted across the room, at the same time beckoning with my arms.

  “Mark, wah yuh duhing in meh area, bwoy,” replied Roy, beaming such an honest smile.

  It made my stomach turn. I hated him even more now, for I could see that he was really one of those down-to-earth guys who truly loved people. So then, why the hell did he not get a simple girl?

  Roy came over and I offered him a beer. He replied that he did not drink alcohol. This guy was really getting to me. A freaking goody two shoes.

  Smiling, I said, “No problem, brother. Have a Vita Malt and come play some pool with us.” So we played pool and chatted for the rest of the evening.

  I found out where he lived, worked, what school he attended, and who his family was.

  It turned out that he was an avid churchgoer and staunch Christian. I promised that I would attend church one Sunday with him. We exchanged numbers and we left.

  During the next week, I called and “ole” talked with him. I could tell he was pleased to befriend me. I showed an interest in whatever subject he wanted to talk about. At the same time, I questioned him about Susan’s likes and dislikes and pretended that I loved seeing them together.

  Soon, the three of us started hanging out together. We would go to the mall on Saturday and then to movies. In that time, I realized that Susan was such a good spirit and although her exterior screamed “top model,” her heart was down to earth and caring.

  So I started toning down my dress and stopped drinking when I was around them. Susan was the first to notice the change and asked me about it. I told her that being around them, I had come to realize what really mattered in life was friendship and happiness. I could see the happiness in her eyes when I said that. She reached over and hugged me so tightly that I felt every inch of her sexy body.

  So two months had passed since we started hanging out together, when I decided to move into the next phase of my plan. I invited Roy over one Friday night to chill before we met up with Susan and her friend at Bananas. I offered Roy a malt and went to fetch it for him. In the kitchen, I took out a piece of foil paper from my pocket and emptied the contents into his drink. The contents was Ecstasy pills.

  Roy took the glass from me and, before he drank it, he looked me in my eyes and said, “Bro, you are a good man. I am blessed to have met you.”

  I felt a pang of guilt rush into me and, for a moment, I considered faltering on my plans, but then my selfishness overrode whatever little goodness I had left.

  I watched as Roy gulped down the cold, laced malt. I left him and went to make a call. An hour later, Roy was drugged up. I offered him something to drink and I spiked it with rum. This only worsened his situation. I heard the knock on the door and went to open it.

  The whore stepped inside and I gave her the money. I reminded her of the plan and she assured me she was on top of it. Together, we carried him to my room and stripped him naked.

  “Roy, Susan is here. She loves you and wants to lie down and hug you,” I said.

  “Susan, baby,” said Roy while weakly trying to lift up his arm.

  As I watched the whore undress, along with the excitement from my evil plan, I became so aroused that I needed a release.

  I dropped my pants and walked up behind her. “Bitch, bend over and spread your legs,” I commanded in a lustful voice.

  I reached forward and caressed her small breast and soon my fingers were tweaking her rock hard nipples.

  My stiff cock was between her legs and I could feel the dampness of her pussy on it. A low moan escaped her mouth as she tried to wiggle her hips so that my cock would enter her.

  I simply shifted to avoid it. This brought a gasp of frustration from her. Releasing one of her nipples, I let my hand caress the side of her body, then her stomach, and down between her legs. My fingers moved over her shaved pussy until my fingers found her by now dripping pussy.

  I slipped two of them into the wet, hot hole of delightful promise and stroked it slowly. She began to gyrate on them. I could feel her wet pussy juice flowing between my fingers and her pussy relaxing and widening.

  By now, she was breathing hard, while she gripped the bed for support. Then I heard a muffled moan. Looking around her, I saw that she had put Roy's cock in her mouth and was sucking hard on it.

  This was too much to withstand. I kicked her legs open wider and entered her hard. That caused her to release Roy's cock to moan out loud while raising her head to the roof.

  I stroked her deep and hard with the fury of a storm. The whore held on to the bed for dear life, her lips parted, and I could hear her low, deep moans and she could no longer suck on the cock; she just buried her head between his legs.

  I thought about Susan's body and how much I wanted to ravish her. The way I would lick her clitoris until her legs trembled, how I would lose my tongue between the soft molds of wet flesh as she tried her best to squeeze my tongue to a pulp with her pussy.

  These thoughts proved too much; my eyes became dark and I fell over the edge of the abyss.

  “Aaaah ooooh, Susannnnn, ooooh,” I screamed as I emptied my load into the whore, who gladly pushed back hard, not wanting a drop wasted.

  “What are you doing to my baby? Susan, what is he doing to you?” cried Roy.

  I could see the cloudiness in his eyes; his world now was a nightmare.

  “Shut the fuck up, Roy. Can't you see I am fucking your woman? She does not want your country ass anymore,” I shouted at him, mocking him.

  Roy started crying. The whore, on cue said, “Roy, I am sorry, but Mark's cock is better than yours. I always love fucking him. I think you're just so stupid, I don't care about you anymore.”

  Poor Roy sobbed uncontrollably, for he could not process all those emotions at once.

  On the other cue, the whore switched to the other phase of the plan.

  “Oh my baby, Roy, I am so sorry, I won't ever do this to you again. Okay?” At the same time, she lay next to him and hugged him.

  Now, this was my cue to bring about the final phase. I dressed quickly and headed to Bananas. There, I met up with Susan and her friend. She asked me where was Roy. I told her he was acting strange; come to think about it, he had been acting strange all week.

  Susan said that she did not notice anything different. So I told her that he was not feeling well and he had asked me if he could stay at my house. She asked me what was wrong with him and I said he looked fine to me.

  Susan was
worried sick, so I suggested that the three of us go to the house to check on him.

  Pulling into my yard, I hit the horn once and apologized quickly. However, the whore knew what that signal meant.

  At the door, we could hear a woman moaning with pleasure. “Yes, ooh, yes, Roy, just like that. Ooh, baby, you're the best...What's that, hon? I am better than that English whore you have.... Ooh I love when you tell me that.”

  Susan’s face became ashen, her beautiful features changed, her knees shook, and tears flowed freely down her face while her lips quivered.

  “Maybe we should not go in,” I said softly.

  “No, let me in now,” screamed Susan and she pushed me out of the way.

  Susan and her friend darted into the bedroom and I followed behind. In the room, they found the whore riding Roy's cock.

  “Royyyy, what are you doing!” At the same time she was about to lunge at them, I grabbed her and held her tightly. Her friend stood speechless.

  The tension and high emotions in the room must have turned on the whore or maybe it was the idea of fucking this beautiful sophisticated-looking woman's man while she watched helplessly on the side.

  The whore started grinding harder and harder on poor Roy’s cock. We all stood there and watched it play hide and go seek with her wet pussy.

  I soon noticed that Susan was no longer struggling and that I had on arm around her breast and the other around her stomach. I felt her nipples grow taut and my cock stiffened against her ass. Her breathing was labored and there was a random sob every so often.

  Her friend stood rooted to the spot, breathing hard with her lips parted and eyes locked in on Roy's massive cock.

  A shrill cry pierced the room as the whore's body shook and both of them cried out. “Ooooooh aaaaah ooooooh aaaah.” Then they lay spent.

  It was only then I pulled Susan out of the room. I knew that she would never get over what she saw, for she hated dishonest people. Not to mention the good down-to-earth image he had was done for.

  I took her and her friend home in silence, wishing that I could pull over and fuck both of them, even have them eat each other’s pussies while I jacked my cock and eventually shot my hot load of lava over their beautiful faces.

  I spent the next couple of weeks trying to cheer her up. Roy kept calling and leaving crazy messages about how I drugged him. However, she did not believe any of that conspiracy shit. It only made her madder and disappointed that he would say that about me, when she saw how I used to treat him like a brother. “Fuck him,” she said after hearing them.

  Yeah, fuck that punk and checkmate, bitch, I thought while smiling sweetly at her.

  So I finally got the woman I wanted, although the means were ruthless the end justified them, or so I thought. All was good up until Roy decided to kill himself by hanging from a mango tree. I always tried to figure out why these suicide guys always chose a mango tree; damn it, can’t they choose a Mami Apple tree instead or something I don't eat?

  However, I had not accounted for his suicide in my well-laid plans.

  Now that I had what I wanted and the novelty had worn off, Susan turned out to be just another regular fuck, no earth-shattering moments. I feel guilty and sad. My life has been on a run of bad luck for over a year now.

  Susan tells me it's not my fault, that I was the best friend anyone could have ever asked for and it was he who was undeserving of my friendship. This only causes me more pain, for Roy was a good and decent man, a man whose shoes I was not worthy of lacing, much less filling them.

  My dear readers, you have my confession. I hope that you will forgive me, as how the good Lord commanded you to. Whichever of you who is without blame may cast the first stone.

  Sincerely,

  Mark John

  Under a Beautiful Caribbean Moon

  Sometimes, if we are lucky, we meet someone who holds the key to our fantasies. I did and her name was Donna Silver and she was the only woman ever to rock my world. This is my story!

  I was born in the small close-knit village of Happy Hill, by the sea, on the beautiful island of Grenada in the southern Caribbean. My life was somewhat idyllic. I am easily contented and don’t care much for material things.

  My mother had moved to the USA three years after I was born. So my grandmother became my mother. She was the most loving and wonderful person I ever knew and I loved her with all my heart. “May God hold her close to him in Heaven.”

  I attended Presentation Boys’ College, where I excelled and became a Prefect. Those were the good old days, when life was carefree. I remember lunch time at school we would parade on the lawn and under the “shack shack” tree, knowing that the girls from St. Joseph’s Convent would be admiring us from above and we them from below.

  Five years after graduating from school, I started working at the medical school and that is when I met the love of my life, Donna Silver. I first noticed her at a staff party. She was standing off to the side, staring out at the reflection of the moonlight on the Caribbean Sea. She stood five feet seven inches tall, with chocolate-colored skin that glistened under the soft lights.

  At the same moment, as if sensing me, she turned her head in my direction. Our eyes met! I felt as if the air was sucked out of me. I wanted to turn away, but my feet remained planted. Then a huge smile emanated from her beautiful face. My heart fluttered in delight.

  She walked over to me. As I looked at her coming toward me, her movements evoked thoughts of a tiger’s graceful but powerful strides, and I had the strange feeling I might become her prey.

  “Good evening, handsome, I hope I am not intruding, but I felt compelled to make your acquaintance.” She addressed me in a cool and eloquent manner.

  Smiling weakly, I replied, “I am glad you did. I was bored.”

  With the ice broken, we started to talk easily and realized that we had a lot in common. As the night progressed, I asked her to dance and we swirled around the floor. Her body felt firm and her silky dress caressed her body with every twirl. She looked up into my eyes with a look of amusement and cheekiness as she grinded her body against mine, clearly aware of what she was doing to me.

  I instantly became aroused. The blood flowed into my manhood, causing it to throb in pain, betraying my lustful thoughts. My mouth was dry and my breathing became labored. When I looked down at her, she smiled and brushed her lips against my neck. I sensed something dangerous about her. Despite all this excitement I felt, she was in control. I was helpless in her hands.

  I maneuvered us to the edge of the floor so that we could sit.

  “Are you always easily aroused when dancing?” she asked, looking directly into my eyes.

  I flushed. “Ah nu, no, I am sorry,” I stammered.

  “It’s okay. I loved how you felt. I was just teasing you,” she purred, never losing her gaze from my flushed face.

  We made plans to meet the next day for dinner and I walked her to her car. As she got in, she reached out and squeezed my manhood, making me moan. She quickly got into her car, laughing, and drove off.

  I could barely sleep that night. I counted down the hours to our rendezvous.

  At seven o’clock, we met at the Aquarium Restaurant in Point Salines. It is situated on a beach at the bottom of a hill. The ambiance is to die for and the food is heavenly.

  Donna was wearing a short black dress with spaghetti straps, and the tautness of her nipples was visible. I reckoned it was due to the coolness of the evening. I licked my lips unconsciously, wishing that I could roll my tongue over them.

  Her skin looked dewy and flawless under the soft light. A soft hint of perfume invaded my nostrils. She wore no makeup from what I could tell and her pearly white smile complemented her attire. I wanted to ravish her right there and then, against her car, on the ground, or any damn place. She smiled sweetly at me and it was almost as if she had read my thoughts.

  At dinner, I learnt that she had also grown up in Happy Hill and had attended Saint Joseph’s Covenant Scho
ols and that she had gone to the United Kingdom to study. She had only moved back to Grenada a week earlier. I admired the way in which she spoke. It was with a wonderful contradiction of authority and yet soft and flowery. Her movements were graceful and she always held her back straight. I was in love!

  Dinner arrived; I had lobster grilled in garlic butter and baked potatoes, while she had grilled snapper and potato salad. We washed it down with a bottle of white wine. After dinner, we walked on the beach, chatting. I stopped and took off my shoes and she did the same. I could now feel the coolness of the sand between my toes.

  The full moon illuminated everything, while the breeze whispered softly. Her black dress hugged the contours of her body like a child holds onto their mother on the first day of school. Coming up to a large sea grape tree that cast its shadow towards the calm, tranquil water, we stopped and leaned against its trunk.

  Looking out at the sea now turned silver in the moon light, Donna suddenly leaned into me and kissed my ear, then my neck. I moaned out loud as I felt the warmness of her soft lips. How could she know my weak spot?

  Wrapping my arms around her, I parted her lips with my tongue, hers met mine, and the kiss deepened. Our hands roamed freely over each other’s bodies. Falling to the cool sand, we continued to kiss and caress each other.

  Placing her on her back, I slipped off the straps of her dress. Her twin peaks of soft delight rose and fell with each breath. My tongue snaked out of my mouth, as if pulled by an invisible wire towards their rock hard peaks.

  Using my tongue, I slowly licked each nipple until they had grown to the size of a baby grape and only then did I proceed to kiss them. I cupped each breast with both hands as if in supplication to them, while licking and kissing softly. I heard her moan out loudly, while her fingers caressed my head lovingly.

  “Oh Harry, what are you doing to me, oh Haaaary,” she cried out. Paying no attention to her lustful cries, I continued down to her stomach, covering each smooth inch in soft butterfly kisses.