An Original Short Story by: SnakeCharmer
Adam was introduced in the opening paragraphs of The Awakening of Cleave Stuart.
TIFFANI IS NOT HAPPY! TIFFANI ALWAYS GETS WHAT SHE WANTS! ADAM SHOULD HAVE COOPERATED! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? SHE WANTS TO HAVE A SON!
Prologue into their Picture-Perfect Life:
Mr. & Mrs. Adam and Tiffani Sterling are an unimaginative, uninspired, unoriginal White couple.
They live in a liberal and progressive state. But adhere to strongly conservative political values. Such as, marriage is between one man and one woman, and most certainly NO ABORTIONS!
Living in a gated community in a very safe area that really doesn’t need a gated community. Just like the kind of gated community all their ‘real’ friends live in.
The Sterling’s only socialize and are friends with people that have all the ‘right’ material things, like they do. They like their ‘own kind’ because they validate their beliefs.
Adam and Tiffani exist in a self-perpetuating nightmare of made-up rules and restrictions, because they are sure this what everyone REALLY should do. Happiness is not considered.
They started out as a PERFECT match of a couple. Meeting as college students at a well-known university. They were both deep in debt with student loans upon graduation.
Both have careers that would afford a comfortable standard of living in just about any state in the union. Except here, where they live in the southern West Coast. It is an understatement to say, they are greatly overextended with their spending for their life-style choices.
They have two ********* who were being raised to be spoiled brats like their mother. Then Adam found out that Tiffani was pregnant again. They had agreed to not have any more children, they simply could not afford them.
Tiffani went off the pill. She wants a son in order to be happy. A son that she could raise to be a man. A man who is really man, not a pussy whipped man like her husband. Even though that is the very reason she married him, he would do as he was told. She is a blond trophy wife that could have had her pick of a suitor when she was in college. She chose him, because he was a man she could control. She didn’t want any surprises in her life plan.
When Tiffani got pregnant for the third time. Adam was just furious about it. They had agreed on only two children to raise. Adam decided no more kids after this third, and he got a referral to a doctor to get a vasectomy. He doesn’t inform Tiffani and get her permission to be snipped.
Adam was referred to Doctor Rodger Stuart to perform the vasectomy. Even though Dr. Stuart is White, he is very ‘WOKEN’ to racism and is now a Black Supremist. He and his wife are heavily involved with the Black New World Order. His four sons are mixed race, the doctor’s wife is Black. Dr. Stuart is all too happy to curtail all White propagation, so he encouraged Adam to forge his wife signature on the consent form. Adam is now shooting blanks.
The Sterlings now have three lovely *********. No son, but did that matter? Not so much to Adam. He is only concerned with the getting the children he has, raised and through college. And paying on his debt.
Tiffani just recently found out WHY she isn’t getting pregnant again, even though she went off the pill. Adam didn’t know she was trying again, hoping for son. They had a confrontational conversation with the truth being told. There is now a lot of WAR, and NO PEACE in that master bedroom of their perfect home.
Long term frustration and unhappiness can make people do strange things. Like walking down an unfamiliar street and not watching where they are going. And then stepping into oncoming traffic.
Between Substance and Shadow: Twilight
Tiffani needs a day away from the stress of her anger and takes a day off from work. She and her girlfriends call it a mental health day when they call in sick to work and they are not actually sick at home.
Even though Tiffani has birth three offspring, she still has a dynamite body. She is approaching 32 years old and works out a lot to maintain herself. She likes it when the men take notice of her. Actually, she craves the attention.
Instead of shopping today, like she normally does on a mental health day, she decides to go to the beach. She wants to get some sun and check out the surfers.
It is a fabulous Spring Day out on the sand. She gets to the beach early and finds a place to park in the parking lot. She is wearing her hot pink bikini suit. She is really looking nice. She sprays sunscreen on her legs. They are lovely legs. Women are either born with legs like these, or they are not. She considers them to be a gift from God.
Sometimes in these beach parking lots, you can catch the young male surfers changing their clothes at their vehicles. They change out of their wetsuits and into board shorts. You can see some nice White male butt! Tiffani is walking slowly and in the mostly likely places to find what she is hoping to see. She is cruising the parking lot for A VISUAL. She started doing this type of thing while in high school.
Using her peripheral vision, she does get to see some milky White muscle BOOTY. She has seen two different butts, so far today. I am in the right spot, she thinks. This is a good mental health day!
She is coy and appears to be NOT looking, that is until she isn’t coy at all.
She stops abruptly, turns and stares directly. She is speechless. Tiffani has never seen a very DARK penis before, certainly not one in real life that is. And here is one in front of her! A long very dark trouser snake, right here and right now, in real time, in the very dark flesh.
Shit man, the longer ones really do swing back and forth while the guy moves. Look at that monster motherfucker! Tiffani is like the cliché of a deer in the headlights. She has suddenly lost her sense of self-awareness; she is in the hungry zombie mode of, stand and stare with your mouth agape.
While watching his dick swinging back and forth like a pendulum, Tiffani is riveted to the ground. She gets a major good look at that cock and two heavy balls. The cock is dark, uncut, thick and veiny. And most importantly, it is real. Not one in a photo, but live action, out in the light of day. Swinging free. The way nature intended it to be displayed.
Taron is trying to change into his swimsuit. He didn’t bring board shorts today. This is a men’s swimsuit with a net liner. Like a fool, he has somehow gotten his big toe caught in the small pocket inside of the liner and can’t pull up his suit as fast as he had planned.
Crap, Taron thinks, now there is some White chick staring at me while I am naked outdoors at the beach. Why didn’t I put my tee shirt on first, like I should have? The tee shirt would have provided some covering. Here I am in all my glory. BALLS OUT NAKED!
That White girl is going to be trouble. Taron is just sure of it. They are always trouble. She will start screaming at any moment. Then call the police to arrest me. “Some Afro-American man is RUNNING around in the parking lot NAKED” she will probably say to the police. “I am lucky I wasn’t ***** by that BLACK (animal being inferred here)! Can’t a regular woman just go to the beach and be safe anymore, from those Blacks acting like they are still in the jungle?”
As panic quickly sets in, Taron starts to really try to jerk his caught toe free and in doing so, just throws him off balance even more. He falls back just a bit, onto the side of his vehicle.
Stopping the madness, Taron stands up straight and drops his swimsuit down to the ground and steps out of it. He picks it up and shakes it hard to get the liner back in place. Then he deftly steps into the suit and pulls it all the way up. For a moment he was STARK NAKED in the beach parking lot. When he finally pulls up his suit, his cock went up toward his belly button as the waistband was pulled up. He sticks his hand into the front of his swimsuit to get his cock and balls into a comfortable position within the net liner. White bitch is still watching the whole thing. Holly shit, she didn’t even blink or try to turn away. What the fucker is going on here?
Tiffani finally comes back to her senses. She stops staring and speaks, “Oh…, hey…, so sorry! I was…just… caught off guard. I hope that I didn’t embarrass you!”
Taron replies, “No you didn’t embarrass me.” Which is true. His father is a doctor and raised his four boys to be comfortable with nudity. It is just the human body, he would say. About masculine nudity, his father refers to it as PRESENTING, when a guy’s dick GETS TO BE uncovered. Supposedly, it helps with getting a mate. However, Taron has wondered, how often can you go around showing your dick to the chicks? How do you PRESENT it, and NOT get in any legal trouble?
Tiffani seems to be a loss for words. She is still standing there. Taron thinks she looks so sweet in her pink bikini. She is a hot looking babe. And God damn, she has nice legs. A real fully grown woman. Not still developing like the girls at school, who are still trying to get there, to a woman fully in bloom.
Taron is 6’1” and is in prime physical condition. He has been lifting weights for the past three years, since he was fifteen. He has been trying to keep up with his older brother. Taron is the second born. Tall and blessed with good looks. His hair is soft black curls, and he wears it full and free. He has a dark complexion from his DNA. Right now, he looks a little darker skinned than usual due to exposure to the summer sun. Darker than he does in the winter months anyway. Taron has a great tan line, which Tiffani clearly saw. He is a much lighter shade of brown under the suit. Although his genitals seem to get darker in the sunlight, right through his swim trunks.
He is often asked if he is Polynesian. It sounds so exotic, that he will normally answer, “Yes. My parents are from Tonga.” He has memorized a great deal of information about Tonga, so it would be tough to trip him up. Agreeing with confused White people that he is of Pacific Island heritage amuses him to no end. People treat him differently if they think that he is an Islander on the mainland. In truth, he is mixed race, White father and Black mother.
“Thank you for not screaming. I really appreciate it.” Taron explained about getting his toe stuck and everything. “It wasn’t intentional.” Taron hopes to make an exit without any White girl drama. So far, she hasn’t started to cause trouble.
Tiffani said that she didn’t mean to stare and that she should have kept walking. “But I was transfixed. I have not seen a dark… ‘one’ before, in person in mean.” She was looking at his swimsuit when she said it. Referring to what was underneath it. She did not move, nor did she seem about to do so. She looked up at him in his eyes and then down again at his swimsuit. She repeated that movement several times. She just kept standing there.
Taron got the idea that there might be an opportunity here for PRESENTING. His father would be so proud of him. He said, “well it looks like every other guy’s.” To which Tiffani laughed out loud.
Then Tiffani did something out of character for her and her scripted life. She raised her hand up and out towards his suit, palm side down. And then moved her hand down in a deliberate movement. It was an unmistaken gesture as to what she meant for him to do.
Taron had been schooled on the importance of PRESENTING, so he understood what was going on. He was a perfect gentleman, he did only what was within a ladies’ comfort zone, which this was. He lowered his trunks down to his ankles for HER benefit, as per HER specific request.
His lengthy Black trouser snake of a penis was hanging down and starting to get a bit stiff. He aggressively wiggled his hips from side to side to get it to swing back and forth. Tiffani was staring at it. The snake started to rise upward and outward while he was doing that. It looked like the trouser snake might be getting ready to strike.
Tiffani’s bikini bottoms started to get HOT. Like REAL HOT. They were about to singe her pubic hair. Her pussy felt like it might burst into flames. She wanted to drop her bottoms, to get some relief from the heat. Instead, she stepped towards him and says, “My name is Tiffani, what’s yours?”
“Taron.”
“Where are you off to Taron?”
Pulling his swimsuit back up, he says, “The same direction as you are headed.”
She smiles and says, “Sounds like a plan to me. I hate to travel by myself.”
“Better off to always have a co-pilot.”
“It is? Why is that?’
“One might need to scratch an itch that they simply can’t reach on their own.”
Tiffani doesn’t miss a beat, “I have BEEN experiencing one of those itches for a long while now. Think you can pull out that dark magic wand from the inside of your pants and make the itch go away?”
Taron smiles. “You mean that dark magic wand that I was just PRESENTING to you? That one?”
With that, Tiffani steps forward and places both of her open palms on his well-developed pecs and says, “Oh yeah. That one.”
The next dark magic wand PRESENTING was 20 minutes later at the local NO-TELL Motel that was just down the street.
The motel is an historic landmark on this beach front. It has been there since the 1920’s, when the street was a small winding beach road. It is a small one-story motel, with about a dozen rooms that are way too small by today’s standards. More popular with the locals than the tourists. All the bedrooms have an ocean view. Extremely clean and well maintained, it has been owned by the same ****** since the end of WW2.
The old hippy that runs it is the owner/operator. He loves his job. He is known for being discreet. Back in his young man hey-day of the late 1960’s, he was a San Francisco hippy living in a commune. Lots of free love, as the expression went. He is a White guy, and he tasted plenty of brown sugar back then, in addition to the sugar cubes. He has a tattoo on his chest that states, MAKE LOVE NOT WAR. He is sex positive and believes in the more sex the better.
Tiffani and Taron drive up in Tiff’s car. She parks right in front of the lobby. She is new to cheating on her husband.
The old man sizes up the situation in a single glance. The older woman with a younger BLACK BUCK. He says out loud to the empty registration lobby, “Marvelous! I hope she gets the good fucking from that Black cock that she is looking forward to, and likely deserves.”
They enter the lobby. Taron is wearing his trunks and tee shirt. Tiffani is wearing a blousy button front coverup made for ‘the pool’. It just barely covers her fanny and shows off her legs. She is carrying a paper bag from the liquor store that is located just prior to the motel. She bought a bottle of white wine with a screw top.
Checking in was easy. Tiffani paid for it on her credit card. It will never get noticed by Adam.
The room is nice. Quite nice. The window that faces the parking lot is small and covered with black out drapes. In the back is a sliding glass door and a small private patio. It faces the ocean. She opens the sliding glass door. The warm ocean breeze feels and smells wonderful. She pulls the sheer drapes, but even if she didn’t, no one could see into the room. The NO-TELL MOTEL is too high up from the sand.
“Please open up the wine Taron and pour us some.” Of course, Taron is too young to get served at a bar. But this isn’t a bar, it is a motel room. He opens the paper bag and takes out the wine. Then he looks inside the bag. There is nothing else in there. He looks at her and holds the bag upside down and shakes it to show her that it is empty. Tiffany notices and is confused as to why he did that, but she but doesn’t say anything.
He hands a glass of wine to her, and he sips wine from his glass.
While Tiffani takes something out of her purse to fasten up her hair. She says, “time for a shower to get the sunscreen and sand off.”
She drops her clothes on the chair and heads into the bathroom and regulates the shower. “Are you coming?” He realizes she wants him to shower with her. He strips naked and feels out his own heavy balls. Taron then steps into the shower with her already in there under the warm water.
Taron’s big black dick is already hard. Tiffani smiles at him and gently touches his penis with both of her hands. He smiles back. She says, “Let’s get this thing clean enough to eat off of.” Taron’s heartbeat is going up quickly. He looks down at her White hands on his dark magic wand and watches her.
She prompts him, would you please make sure my breasts are freshly washed?”
Taron soaps up his hands and starts to wash her full breasts. The pink nipples are especially nice to look at and to touch, so different from his dark nipples. He slowly moves his hands down her sides and then her hips. She is now washing his dark muscled chest. The soap bubbles look especially white against him.
He moves his right hand onto her vagina mound. She smiles and looks at him the eyes.
After a few minutes of washing his front, she asks Taron to turn around, which he does. His muscle butt is about the color of a Brach’s caramel candy. His glutes are as hard as a rock. She loves it! She gets to soaping it up and really feels it out. His butt has a wonderful color contrast to his milk chocolate tan line from his torso. She slides her hands around to his front. To his magic wand. His dark skin magic wand.
He turns around and tells her, “My turn. Slide around. She does and looks over her shoulder at him and smiles. He is focused on the whiteness of her skin. So smooth and so White. He thinks, she looks like an angel from the heavens. He washes her back and her soft rump. He then squats down and soaps up those gorgeous legs. Her ‘stairway-to-heaven’ legs, that leads a man up to her sweet pink, White girl vagina. Taron has a raging hard on.
Taron and Tiffani rinse off and step out of the shower. They towel each other off, laughing as they smile at each other. Taron’s black cock is still fully extended and erect, a benefit of being a young man. It stays HARD for a long time. His foreskin as retracted somewhat.
Tiffani pulls the bedspread off and turns down the snow-white bedsheets. Taron is watching her pink pussy when she bends over. Then she gets onto the bed and lays down on her back. Her knees are bent and wide apart. She smiles at Taron and gently pushes her vaginal lips apart. An invitation to rub his soft dark Polynesian lips all over her, down there. And hopefully, work in his Tonga tongue onto her clit. She looks delightful. The warm ocean breeze is softly blowing the sheer curtains into the room. It looks like an erotic dream come true.
Taron recognizes the invitation for what it is, cunnilingus. He walks over to the bed and first places one knee inside her legs and then the other knee. He looks so much darker on the white sheets. His cock is thick and full, and as dark as night. He is a tall handsome young stallion at the beginning of being a grown man. He is kneeing between her legs, smiling at her from ear to ear.
Tiffani fantasizes that they are on the Pacific Island of Tonga, and she has just married the son of the king. Prince Taron. Tiffani fingers the outside of her pussy and notices that it is getting wetter.
Taron crouches down and places his face into the ‘Y’ of her legs. He gently rubs his face in her snatch to prepare himself. Taron begins to lick the folds of her womanhood. Her White girl womanhood. It is so warm and soft, and smells like the soap they just washed with. Taron knows that oral stimulation is the best way to get a woman off.
He had an Asian girlfriend for a while. Their relationship was at the end of one school year and through the summer months and lasted until the Fall. She was an upper classman and she had prior sexual experience. She taught him how to eat pussy so that a woman would not want it to end. He knows what he is doing and is applying that learning to Tiffani.
Tiffani starts to respond with soft moaning and saying yes, under her breath. Taron looks up at her, his tongue still on her clit, and sees her beautiful White breasts with the pink nipples. This is so HOT, he is thinking. They hear the crash of an ocean wave. More breeze and the smell of the ocean on a hot afternoon. This is heaven.
Tiffani opens her eyes and looks down at her dark-skinned young man. He looks so very black against the sheets and her white legs. So very black now. He looks more Afro-American, than a Pacific Islander. She then changes her fantasy to be one of him being Black. This seems to be even more of a taboo to her safe White boring lifestyle. It sets her on edge and her heart rate increases. Her pussy gets wetter still. She feels that she is becoming increasingly naughty. A REAL walk down the wild side of the street. This is her first time with a Tonga man, or Black man, whichever. It is her first time cheating on her husband Adam. This is the most sex play FUN she has had in a long while.
She wants to lick that hard dark colored dick. She askes Taron, “can we switch?”
Taron raises up on his knees. He moves so he is straddling her at her waist. His cock is now at her breasts. He squeezes his cock; it makes it harder. He gently taps it on her boobs. He moves so he can get her pink nipples inside his foreskin. He feels her nipple slightly enter his piss hole. He likes doing this. He has never played with a White female before, although he has fantasied about it. He wants to remember his first White pussy, he slows down and looks at her, then he looks at the room. Like he is trying to memorize it. This is like being in another place and time.
He moves up to her shoulders, while straddling her under her armpits. Tiffani takes ahold of his Black veiny penis. She wants to ask him about his foreskin. She has never worked on one before. She starts to push back on his cock, which pulls the foreskin back behind his dark, silky smooth, glans.
Taron talks her through it. “I think this is new ground for you, isn’t?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
“Because you are reviewing my penis with the eye of a scientist, not a lover.”
She laughs, “Sorry…but this is so different than my ‘husba..’ I mean, from what I am used to.
Taron, “Most White men are circumcised in the U.S, it is just what happens here. Does your husband have a big circumcision scar?
“Yes, it is a big, wide, ugly scar.”
“Tiffani, so, you know, my glans will be FAR, FAR more sensitive than what you are used to sucking. You need to proceed gently. Or I will cum before I get to penetrate you.” Taron remembers the empty paper bag from the liquor store. “Or, maybe oral is your limit?”
“Oral is not my limit, if that will be okay with you Taron?”
Taron just smiled in response to her question. He now knows that he gets to feel the inside of her, …bare.
Tiffani sticks out her tongue and begins to work it inside of Taron’s foreskin. She softly wiggles her tongue around in there and gets a moan from her Polynesian beach stud. She feels his piss slit and tongues it repeatedly. Taron starts to moan with pleasure.
Then she starts to lick the length of his penis. She is wondering how soon she will run out of salvia. There is a lot of penis there to lick. She moves her hand down underneath Taron, to reach her pussy. She brings some of the wetness back up to coat the dark magic wand. Tiffani does this several times. The dark black cock is starting to glisten. She moans some more just looking at it.
Taron is in heaven. His butt rests lightly on Tiffani’s breast. He can feel her pink nipples on his butt. He wiggles a bit. His dick is getting stroked, and he loves looking at those two white hands busy working at lubing him up down there.
One of the hands has a gold band on the ring finger of her left hand. He wonders, does her husband have any idea that his wife is doing something new for the first time? Experiencing a dark magic wand with a foreskin.
Taron tells Tiffani it is time to change positions. He moves so that his head is down between her thighs. His cock is at her mouth. He starts to suck on her clit. Really creating some suction on it with his lips. Then he gently bites the clit. She moans and wiggles her soft butt with delight.
Tiffani has his Black dick in her face. Fuck this man, she thinks, I thought it was big on the beach. Here in my face, it seems way too big to do anything with it. Then she sees Taron lift his hips up and reach down with his hand. He directs the head of his cock at the soft pink lips of her mouth. She opens wide and the cock head makes a slow descent to the inside her mouth.
She wants to make him feel as good as he is making her feel. She is willing to accept more of him inside her mouth. His black butt and cock are in sharp contrast to her white face. His thick dick starts to make progress to the back of her throat. She can taste her own pussy juice. And taste his pre-come. She is starting to orgasm once again. Tiffani can’t squeal with her mouth full, but she tries anyway.
Tiffani is so glad that she made this trip to Tonga to marry the prince. The ocean breeze and crashing ocean helps to re-enforce the fantasy. She wants to get fucked by Taron now.
She pulls the length of his cock out of her mouth with a popping sound. She clearly says. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” Her voice is low and husky with lust.
Taron is at his wits end of trying to keep from shooting his cum. He didn’t beat off this morning. In fact, he did beat off yesterday morning either. Normally, his morning wood gets the attention it demands every morning. He didn’t have time because he was meeting his buds in the early morning for surfing. That means that the last time he shot his load was more like three days ago. At his age, he should be jacking off every day. He is still in his teens, although, late teens.
Taron swings his body into position. “Hey Tiffani, listen, I won’t be able to last very long at all, once I enter you.”
“Okay”, she replies.
He lays down on top of her in the missionary position. He wants to look into her blue eyes while he ejaculates his baby batter inside of her. Black man’s baby batter is how his father the doctor has taught his four mixed-race sons to think of it. His *** is a big supporter of the Black New World Order.
Taron slides his overly stiff Black penis inside of Tiffani’s soft willing White girl vagina. Tiffani’s legs are bent at the knees, and she places her feet on his strong male butt cheeks. She lifts her hips and pushes him all the way inside of her. Taron starts pumping and, in a few thrusts, he starts to shoot. The baby batter is forcefully shot out, as if from a black cannon. The little swimmers carrying his Black DNA start the race looking for an egg to fertilize. May the best man win!
After they rest for a couple of minutes and catch their breath, they start to stir. Tiffani thinks she should return to reality. Taron wants to take a nap. They come apart and when Taron pulls his Black cock out, some of his semen drips down her pussy lips. Both roll off the bed and head to the shower.
Once out of the shower, they are getting dressed again. Tiffani divides up the last of the wine and they toss it down. Tiffani is giving Taron the once over and asks him, “what school are you attending?”
Taron hears that tone, that tone that is more than just making conversation. He says, “I am attending medical school. The same one my parents attended. I am at the end of my junior year.” Taron looks very uncomfortable while he is talking. He avoids eye contact.
Man, oh man, can Tiffani spot THAT lie. She keeps up the questions and lets him dig himself in deeper. She finally confronts him. “That is quite story. You are not in college, are you?”
Taron gives it up, “No not yet, but I will be in the Fall. All of that, that I just told you, is my older brother Cleave who is going there. I will be going there also. Same deal as him”
Oh, FUCK Tiffani thinks! She asks, “how old are you?”
“I am eighteen.”
“Are you sure?” Taron nods yes. “How long have you been eighteen?”, Tiffani asks.
“Does it matter?”
Tiffani walks toward him. “Are your parents from Tonga?”
Taron laughs out loud. “Well, they should be, since that I what I told you. Tiffani, my *** is White, and my mother is BLACK.”
Tiffani, “I don’t like to be LIED TO!”
“No, I am sure you don’t. But you don’t mind cheating on your husband, do you? I see your wedding band.”
She looks down at her finger. She took the diamond wedding ring off and left it at home. But she still has the engagement band on. It is a little tight to get off her finger.
Tiffani doesn’t respond. She is getting her stuff together. She sees the empty brown paper bag on the ground. She lifts it up and asks, “Why did you hold this bag upside down and shake it?”
Taron casually states, “I thought you stopped at the liquor store to purchase condoms. But there weren’t any in the bag, only wine. I normally use condoms. But since you are married, you must be on the pill.”
Tiffani’s knees buckle and she sank down onto the floor. Taron rushes over to her to see what is wrong. She had forgotten about the pill. She confesses about being off the pill and trying to get pregnant with her husband. She wants a son.
Taron stands up. “Well Tiffani, how old did you think I was? I am old enough to put a Black baby inside of you. Even a Tonga baby, if that would have been true.”
Taron turns back to where he left his swimsuit. His dick is starting to get aroused again with the thought of his baby batter being put to some good use. Taron is picturing his sperm deep within Tiffany’s sweet White pussy. He steps into his suit as his erection is starting to build. He puts on his tee shirt and pulls the shirt tail down over the front of his trunks. He thinks, okay now what?
The party is over, Tiffani and Taron exit the motel room and head to the car. The NO-TELL MOTEL hippy guy owner/operator is outside of the office, he sees them and states, “You two are always welcome here. Always welcome. Please come back. We are discreet. I had brown sugar back in my day, nothing wrong with that. Don’t think you are doing something new. Hope to see you again soon.”
Tiffani is numb from the activities of the day and doesn’t respond. Taron smiles overly big and salutes him. He thinks that the hippy guy is a cool guy!
When they are across the street from the beach parking lot, Tiffani pulls over to the right side of the beach highway. She asks Taron if she can just let him out there. Taron thanks her and gets out of her car.
Un-fucking believably, driving along on the highway at that moment in time, is the gated community’s own busy body, their equivalent of Mrs. Kravitz. The noisy neighbor that watches everyone. She sees Taron getting out of the car and recognizes him. Taron Stuart went to high school with her son. You can’t miss Taron. What a body he has. Race doesn’t matter here. He is built like a brick shit house. That’s odd, that looks like Adam & Tiffani Sterling’s vehicle. And then suddenly, she has driven past it all. She didn’t get a good look at the driver, other than it was a female, judging from the hair.
Much later that night, Tiffani is in bed with her husband. Adam is so glad that she isn’t fighting with him tonight. He wants to get along. He slides over to her side of the bed where she is sleeping facing the wall. He spoons with her. Maybe he made a mistake of getting a vasectomy without consulting her. Doctor Roger Stuart was all TOO WLLING to perform the little surgery. The doctor encouraged him forge Tiffani’s signature and get it done right then and there. Oh well, Adam thinks, too late now, I am sterile.
Inside of Tiffani’s sleeping body is a newly fertilized egg. One of Taron’s hearty little sperm that got shot out of his trouser snake that afternoon, made the competitive swim and found the prize he was seeking. We have a winner!
In forty weeks, Tiffany will have a healthy, strong, smart, cute little Black baby boy. A boy with a very dark colored magic wand, just like the ‘Tonga’ man that fathered him.
That is, if she doesn’t break her extremely strong belief in no abortions.
Adam was introduced in the opening paragraphs of The Awakening of Cleave Stuart.
TIFFANI IS NOT HAPPY! TIFFANI ALWAYS GETS WHAT SHE WANTS! ADAM SHOULD HAVE COOPERATED! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? SHE WANTS TO HAVE A SON!
Prologue into their Picture-Perfect Life:
Mr. & Mrs. Adam and Tiffani Sterling are an unimaginative, uninspired, unoriginal White couple.
They live in a liberal and progressive state. But adhere to strongly conservative political values. Such as, marriage is between one man and one woman, and most certainly NO ABORTIONS!
Living in a gated community in a very safe area that really doesn’t need a gated community. Just like the kind of gated community all their ‘real’ friends live in.
The Sterling’s only socialize and are friends with people that have all the ‘right’ material things, like they do. They like their ‘own kind’ because they validate their beliefs.
Adam and Tiffani exist in a self-perpetuating nightmare of made-up rules and restrictions, because they are sure this what everyone REALLY should do. Happiness is not considered.
They started out as a PERFECT match of a couple. Meeting as college students at a well-known university. They were both deep in debt with student loans upon graduation.
Both have careers that would afford a comfortable standard of living in just about any state in the union. Except here, where they live in the southern West Coast. It is an understatement to say, they are greatly overextended with their spending for their life-style choices.
They have two ********* who were being raised to be spoiled brats like their mother. Then Adam found out that Tiffani was pregnant again. They had agreed to not have any more children, they simply could not afford them.
Tiffani went off the pill. She wants a son in order to be happy. A son that she could raise to be a man. A man who is really man, not a pussy whipped man like her husband. Even though that is the very reason she married him, he would do as he was told. She is a blond trophy wife that could have had her pick of a suitor when she was in college. She chose him, because he was a man she could control. She didn’t want any surprises in her life plan.
When Tiffani got pregnant for the third time. Adam was just furious about it. They had agreed on only two children to raise. Adam decided no more kids after this third, and he got a referral to a doctor to get a vasectomy. He doesn’t inform Tiffani and get her permission to be snipped.
Adam was referred to Doctor Rodger Stuart to perform the vasectomy. Even though Dr. Stuart is White, he is very ‘WOKEN’ to racism and is now a Black Supremist. He and his wife are heavily involved with the Black New World Order. His four sons are mixed race, the doctor’s wife is Black. Dr. Stuart is all too happy to curtail all White propagation, so he encouraged Adam to forge his wife signature on the consent form. Adam is now shooting blanks.
The Sterlings now have three lovely *********. No son, but did that matter? Not so much to Adam. He is only concerned with the getting the children he has, raised and through college. And paying on his debt.
Tiffani just recently found out WHY she isn’t getting pregnant again, even though she went off the pill. Adam didn’t know she was trying again, hoping for son. They had a confrontational conversation with the truth being told. There is now a lot of WAR, and NO PEACE in that master bedroom of their perfect home.
Long term frustration and unhappiness can make people do strange things. Like walking down an unfamiliar street and not watching where they are going. And then stepping into oncoming traffic.
Between Substance and Shadow: Twilight
Tiffani needs a day away from the stress of her anger and takes a day off from work. She and her girlfriends call it a mental health day when they call in sick to work and they are not actually sick at home.
Even though Tiffani has birth three offspring, she still has a dynamite body. She is approaching 32 years old and works out a lot to maintain herself. She likes it when the men take notice of her. Actually, she craves the attention.
Instead of shopping today, like she normally does on a mental health day, she decides to go to the beach. She wants to get some sun and check out the surfers.
It is a fabulous Spring Day out on the sand. She gets to the beach early and finds a place to park in the parking lot. She is wearing her hot pink bikini suit. She is really looking nice. She sprays sunscreen on her legs. They are lovely legs. Women are either born with legs like these, or they are not. She considers them to be a gift from God.
Sometimes in these beach parking lots, you can catch the young male surfers changing their clothes at their vehicles. They change out of their wetsuits and into board shorts. You can see some nice White male butt! Tiffani is walking slowly and in the mostly likely places to find what she is hoping to see. She is cruising the parking lot for A VISUAL. She started doing this type of thing while in high school.
Using her peripheral vision, she does get to see some milky White muscle BOOTY. She has seen two different butts, so far today. I am in the right spot, she thinks. This is a good mental health day!
She is coy and appears to be NOT looking, that is until she isn’t coy at all.
She stops abruptly, turns and stares directly. She is speechless. Tiffani has never seen a very DARK penis before, certainly not one in real life that is. And here is one in front of her! A long very dark trouser snake, right here and right now, in real time, in the very dark flesh.
Shit man, the longer ones really do swing back and forth while the guy moves. Look at that monster motherfucker! Tiffani is like the cliché of a deer in the headlights. She has suddenly lost her sense of self-awareness; she is in the hungry zombie mode of, stand and stare with your mouth agape.
While watching his dick swinging back and forth like a pendulum, Tiffani is riveted to the ground. She gets a major good look at that cock and two heavy balls. The cock is dark, uncut, thick and veiny. And most importantly, it is real. Not one in a photo, but live action, out in the light of day. Swinging free. The way nature intended it to be displayed.
Taron is trying to change into his swimsuit. He didn’t bring board shorts today. This is a men’s swimsuit with a net liner. Like a fool, he has somehow gotten his big toe caught in the small pocket inside of the liner and can’t pull up his suit as fast as he had planned.
Crap, Taron thinks, now there is some White chick staring at me while I am naked outdoors at the beach. Why didn’t I put my tee shirt on first, like I should have? The tee shirt would have provided some covering. Here I am in all my glory. BALLS OUT NAKED!
That White girl is going to be trouble. Taron is just sure of it. They are always trouble. She will start screaming at any moment. Then call the police to arrest me. “Some Afro-American man is RUNNING around in the parking lot NAKED” she will probably say to the police. “I am lucky I wasn’t ***** by that BLACK (animal being inferred here)! Can’t a regular woman just go to the beach and be safe anymore, from those Blacks acting like they are still in the jungle?”
As panic quickly sets in, Taron starts to really try to jerk his caught toe free and in doing so, just throws him off balance even more. He falls back just a bit, onto the side of his vehicle.
Stopping the madness, Taron stands up straight and drops his swimsuit down to the ground and steps out of it. He picks it up and shakes it hard to get the liner back in place. Then he deftly steps into the suit and pulls it all the way up. For a moment he was STARK NAKED in the beach parking lot. When he finally pulls up his suit, his cock went up toward his belly button as the waistband was pulled up. He sticks his hand into the front of his swimsuit to get his cock and balls into a comfortable position within the net liner. White bitch is still watching the whole thing. Holly shit, she didn’t even blink or try to turn away. What the fucker is going on here?
Tiffani finally comes back to her senses. She stops staring and speaks, “Oh…, hey…, so sorry! I was…just… caught off guard. I hope that I didn’t embarrass you!”
Taron replies, “No you didn’t embarrass me.” Which is true. His father is a doctor and raised his four boys to be comfortable with nudity. It is just the human body, he would say. About masculine nudity, his father refers to it as PRESENTING, when a guy’s dick GETS TO BE uncovered. Supposedly, it helps with getting a mate. However, Taron has wondered, how often can you go around showing your dick to the chicks? How do you PRESENT it, and NOT get in any legal trouble?
Tiffani seems to be a loss for words. She is still standing there. Taron thinks she looks so sweet in her pink bikini. She is a hot looking babe. And God damn, she has nice legs. A real fully grown woman. Not still developing like the girls at school, who are still trying to get there, to a woman fully in bloom.
Taron is 6’1” and is in prime physical condition. He has been lifting weights for the past three years, since he was fifteen. He has been trying to keep up with his older brother. Taron is the second born. Tall and blessed with good looks. His hair is soft black curls, and he wears it full and free. He has a dark complexion from his DNA. Right now, he looks a little darker skinned than usual due to exposure to the summer sun. Darker than he does in the winter months anyway. Taron has a great tan line, which Tiffani clearly saw. He is a much lighter shade of brown under the suit. Although his genitals seem to get darker in the sunlight, right through his swim trunks.
He is often asked if he is Polynesian. It sounds so exotic, that he will normally answer, “Yes. My parents are from Tonga.” He has memorized a great deal of information about Tonga, so it would be tough to trip him up. Agreeing with confused White people that he is of Pacific Island heritage amuses him to no end. People treat him differently if they think that he is an Islander on the mainland. In truth, he is mixed race, White father and Black mother.
“Thank you for not screaming. I really appreciate it.” Taron explained about getting his toe stuck and everything. “It wasn’t intentional.” Taron hopes to make an exit without any White girl drama. So far, she hasn’t started to cause trouble.
Tiffani said that she didn’t mean to stare and that she should have kept walking. “But I was transfixed. I have not seen a dark… ‘one’ before, in person in mean.” She was looking at his swimsuit when she said it. Referring to what was underneath it. She did not move, nor did she seem about to do so. She looked up at him in his eyes and then down again at his swimsuit. She repeated that movement several times. She just kept standing there.
Taron got the idea that there might be an opportunity here for PRESENTING. His father would be so proud of him. He said, “well it looks like every other guy’s.” To which Tiffani laughed out loud.
Then Tiffani did something out of character for her and her scripted life. She raised her hand up and out towards his suit, palm side down. And then moved her hand down in a deliberate movement. It was an unmistaken gesture as to what she meant for him to do.
Taron had been schooled on the importance of PRESENTING, so he understood what was going on. He was a perfect gentleman, he did only what was within a ladies’ comfort zone, which this was. He lowered his trunks down to his ankles for HER benefit, as per HER specific request.
His lengthy Black trouser snake of a penis was hanging down and starting to get a bit stiff. He aggressively wiggled his hips from side to side to get it to swing back and forth. Tiffani was staring at it. The snake started to rise upward and outward while he was doing that. It looked like the trouser snake might be getting ready to strike.
Tiffani’s bikini bottoms started to get HOT. Like REAL HOT. They were about to singe her pubic hair. Her pussy felt like it might burst into flames. She wanted to drop her bottoms, to get some relief from the heat. Instead, she stepped towards him and says, “My name is Tiffani, what’s yours?”
“Taron.”
“Where are you off to Taron?”
Pulling his swimsuit back up, he says, “The same direction as you are headed.”
She smiles and says, “Sounds like a plan to me. I hate to travel by myself.”
“Better off to always have a co-pilot.”
“It is? Why is that?’
“One might need to scratch an itch that they simply can’t reach on their own.”
Tiffani doesn’t miss a beat, “I have BEEN experiencing one of those itches for a long while now. Think you can pull out that dark magic wand from the inside of your pants and make the itch go away?”
Taron smiles. “You mean that dark magic wand that I was just PRESENTING to you? That one?”
With that, Tiffani steps forward and places both of her open palms on his well-developed pecs and says, “Oh yeah. That one.”
The next dark magic wand PRESENTING was 20 minutes later at the local NO-TELL Motel that was just down the street.
The motel is an historic landmark on this beach front. It has been there since the 1920’s, when the street was a small winding beach road. It is a small one-story motel, with about a dozen rooms that are way too small by today’s standards. More popular with the locals than the tourists. All the bedrooms have an ocean view. Extremely clean and well maintained, it has been owned by the same ****** since the end of WW2.
The old hippy that runs it is the owner/operator. He loves his job. He is known for being discreet. Back in his young man hey-day of the late 1960’s, he was a San Francisco hippy living in a commune. Lots of free love, as the expression went. He is a White guy, and he tasted plenty of brown sugar back then, in addition to the sugar cubes. He has a tattoo on his chest that states, MAKE LOVE NOT WAR. He is sex positive and believes in the more sex the better.
Tiffani and Taron drive up in Tiff’s car. She parks right in front of the lobby. She is new to cheating on her husband.
The old man sizes up the situation in a single glance. The older woman with a younger BLACK BUCK. He says out loud to the empty registration lobby, “Marvelous! I hope she gets the good fucking from that Black cock that she is looking forward to, and likely deserves.”
They enter the lobby. Taron is wearing his trunks and tee shirt. Tiffani is wearing a blousy button front coverup made for ‘the pool’. It just barely covers her fanny and shows off her legs. She is carrying a paper bag from the liquor store that is located just prior to the motel. She bought a bottle of white wine with a screw top.
Checking in was easy. Tiffani paid for it on her credit card. It will never get noticed by Adam.
The room is nice. Quite nice. The window that faces the parking lot is small and covered with black out drapes. In the back is a sliding glass door and a small private patio. It faces the ocean. She opens the sliding glass door. The warm ocean breeze feels and smells wonderful. She pulls the sheer drapes, but even if she didn’t, no one could see into the room. The NO-TELL MOTEL is too high up from the sand.
“Please open up the wine Taron and pour us some.” Of course, Taron is too young to get served at a bar. But this isn’t a bar, it is a motel room. He opens the paper bag and takes out the wine. Then he looks inside the bag. There is nothing else in there. He looks at her and holds the bag upside down and shakes it to show her that it is empty. Tiffany notices and is confused as to why he did that, but she but doesn’t say anything.
He hands a glass of wine to her, and he sips wine from his glass.
While Tiffani takes something out of her purse to fasten up her hair. She says, “time for a shower to get the sunscreen and sand off.”
She drops her clothes on the chair and heads into the bathroom and regulates the shower. “Are you coming?” He realizes she wants him to shower with her. He strips naked and feels out his own heavy balls. Taron then steps into the shower with her already in there under the warm water.
Taron’s big black dick is already hard. Tiffani smiles at him and gently touches his penis with both of her hands. He smiles back. She says, “Let’s get this thing clean enough to eat off of.” Taron’s heartbeat is going up quickly. He looks down at her White hands on his dark magic wand and watches her.
She prompts him, would you please make sure my breasts are freshly washed?”
Taron soaps up his hands and starts to wash her full breasts. The pink nipples are especially nice to look at and to touch, so different from his dark nipples. He slowly moves his hands down her sides and then her hips. She is now washing his dark muscled chest. The soap bubbles look especially white against him.
He moves his right hand onto her vagina mound. She smiles and looks at him the eyes.
After a few minutes of washing his front, she asks Taron to turn around, which he does. His muscle butt is about the color of a Brach’s caramel candy. His glutes are as hard as a rock. She loves it! She gets to soaping it up and really feels it out. His butt has a wonderful color contrast to his milk chocolate tan line from his torso. She slides her hands around to his front. To his magic wand. His dark skin magic wand.
He turns around and tells her, “My turn. Slide around. She does and looks over her shoulder at him and smiles. He is focused on the whiteness of her skin. So smooth and so White. He thinks, she looks like an angel from the heavens. He washes her back and her soft rump. He then squats down and soaps up those gorgeous legs. Her ‘stairway-to-heaven’ legs, that leads a man up to her sweet pink, White girl vagina. Taron has a raging hard on.
Taron and Tiffani rinse off and step out of the shower. They towel each other off, laughing as they smile at each other. Taron’s black cock is still fully extended and erect, a benefit of being a young man. It stays HARD for a long time. His foreskin as retracted somewhat.
Tiffani pulls the bedspread off and turns down the snow-white bedsheets. Taron is watching her pink pussy when she bends over. Then she gets onto the bed and lays down on her back. Her knees are bent and wide apart. She smiles at Taron and gently pushes her vaginal lips apart. An invitation to rub his soft dark Polynesian lips all over her, down there. And hopefully, work in his Tonga tongue onto her clit. She looks delightful. The warm ocean breeze is softly blowing the sheer curtains into the room. It looks like an erotic dream come true.
Taron recognizes the invitation for what it is, cunnilingus. He walks over to the bed and first places one knee inside her legs and then the other knee. He looks so much darker on the white sheets. His cock is thick and full, and as dark as night. He is a tall handsome young stallion at the beginning of being a grown man. He is kneeing between her legs, smiling at her from ear to ear.
Tiffani fantasizes that they are on the Pacific Island of Tonga, and she has just married the son of the king. Prince Taron. Tiffani fingers the outside of her pussy and notices that it is getting wetter.
Taron crouches down and places his face into the ‘Y’ of her legs. He gently rubs his face in her snatch to prepare himself. Taron begins to lick the folds of her womanhood. Her White girl womanhood. It is so warm and soft, and smells like the soap they just washed with. Taron knows that oral stimulation is the best way to get a woman off.
He had an Asian girlfriend for a while. Their relationship was at the end of one school year and through the summer months and lasted until the Fall. She was an upper classman and she had prior sexual experience. She taught him how to eat pussy so that a woman would not want it to end. He knows what he is doing and is applying that learning to Tiffani.
Tiffani starts to respond with soft moaning and saying yes, under her breath. Taron looks up at her, his tongue still on her clit, and sees her beautiful White breasts with the pink nipples. This is so HOT, he is thinking. They hear the crash of an ocean wave. More breeze and the smell of the ocean on a hot afternoon. This is heaven.
Tiffani opens her eyes and looks down at her dark-skinned young man. He looks so very black against the sheets and her white legs. So very black now. He looks more Afro-American, than a Pacific Islander. She then changes her fantasy to be one of him being Black. This seems to be even more of a taboo to her safe White boring lifestyle. It sets her on edge and her heart rate increases. Her pussy gets wetter still. She feels that she is becoming increasingly naughty. A REAL walk down the wild side of the street. This is her first time with a Tonga man, or Black man, whichever. It is her first time cheating on her husband Adam. This is the most sex play FUN she has had in a long while.
She wants to lick that hard dark colored dick. She askes Taron, “can we switch?”
Taron raises up on his knees. He moves so he is straddling her at her waist. His cock is now at her breasts. He squeezes his cock; it makes it harder. He gently taps it on her boobs. He moves so he can get her pink nipples inside his foreskin. He feels her nipple slightly enter his piss hole. He likes doing this. He has never played with a White female before, although he has fantasied about it. He wants to remember his first White pussy, he slows down and looks at her, then he looks at the room. Like he is trying to memorize it. This is like being in another place and time.
He moves up to her shoulders, while straddling her under her armpits. Tiffani takes ahold of his Black veiny penis. She wants to ask him about his foreskin. She has never worked on one before. She starts to push back on his cock, which pulls the foreskin back behind his dark, silky smooth, glans.
Taron talks her through it. “I think this is new ground for you, isn’t?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
“Because you are reviewing my penis with the eye of a scientist, not a lover.”
She laughs, “Sorry…but this is so different than my ‘husba..’ I mean, from what I am used to.
Taron, “Most White men are circumcised in the U.S, it is just what happens here. Does your husband have a big circumcision scar?
“Yes, it is a big, wide, ugly scar.”
“Tiffani, so, you know, my glans will be FAR, FAR more sensitive than what you are used to sucking. You need to proceed gently. Or I will cum before I get to penetrate you.” Taron remembers the empty paper bag from the liquor store. “Or, maybe oral is your limit?”
“Oral is not my limit, if that will be okay with you Taron?”
Taron just smiled in response to her question. He now knows that he gets to feel the inside of her, …bare.
Tiffani sticks out her tongue and begins to work it inside of Taron’s foreskin. She softly wiggles her tongue around in there and gets a moan from her Polynesian beach stud. She feels his piss slit and tongues it repeatedly. Taron starts to moan with pleasure.
Then she starts to lick the length of his penis. She is wondering how soon she will run out of salvia. There is a lot of penis there to lick. She moves her hand down underneath Taron, to reach her pussy. She brings some of the wetness back up to coat the dark magic wand. Tiffani does this several times. The dark black cock is starting to glisten. She moans some more just looking at it.
Taron is in heaven. His butt rests lightly on Tiffani’s breast. He can feel her pink nipples on his butt. He wiggles a bit. His dick is getting stroked, and he loves looking at those two white hands busy working at lubing him up down there.
One of the hands has a gold band on the ring finger of her left hand. He wonders, does her husband have any idea that his wife is doing something new for the first time? Experiencing a dark magic wand with a foreskin.
Taron tells Tiffani it is time to change positions. He moves so that his head is down between her thighs. His cock is at her mouth. He starts to suck on her clit. Really creating some suction on it with his lips. Then he gently bites the clit. She moans and wiggles her soft butt with delight.
Tiffani has his Black dick in her face. Fuck this man, she thinks, I thought it was big on the beach. Here in my face, it seems way too big to do anything with it. Then she sees Taron lift his hips up and reach down with his hand. He directs the head of his cock at the soft pink lips of her mouth. She opens wide and the cock head makes a slow descent to the inside her mouth.
She wants to make him feel as good as he is making her feel. She is willing to accept more of him inside her mouth. His black butt and cock are in sharp contrast to her white face. His thick dick starts to make progress to the back of her throat. She can taste her own pussy juice. And taste his pre-come. She is starting to orgasm once again. Tiffani can’t squeal with her mouth full, but she tries anyway.
Tiffani is so glad that she made this trip to Tonga to marry the prince. The ocean breeze and crashing ocean helps to re-enforce the fantasy. She wants to get fucked by Taron now.
She pulls the length of his cock out of her mouth with a popping sound. She clearly says. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” Her voice is low and husky with lust.
Taron is at his wits end of trying to keep from shooting his cum. He didn’t beat off this morning. In fact, he did beat off yesterday morning either. Normally, his morning wood gets the attention it demands every morning. He didn’t have time because he was meeting his buds in the early morning for surfing. That means that the last time he shot his load was more like three days ago. At his age, he should be jacking off every day. He is still in his teens, although, late teens.
Taron swings his body into position. “Hey Tiffani, listen, I won’t be able to last very long at all, once I enter you.”
“Okay”, she replies.
He lays down on top of her in the missionary position. He wants to look into her blue eyes while he ejaculates his baby batter inside of her. Black man’s baby batter is how his father the doctor has taught his four mixed-race sons to think of it. His *** is a big supporter of the Black New World Order.
Taron slides his overly stiff Black penis inside of Tiffani’s soft willing White girl vagina. Tiffani’s legs are bent at the knees, and she places her feet on his strong male butt cheeks. She lifts her hips and pushes him all the way inside of her. Taron starts pumping and, in a few thrusts, he starts to shoot. The baby batter is forcefully shot out, as if from a black cannon. The little swimmers carrying his Black DNA start the race looking for an egg to fertilize. May the best man win!
After they rest for a couple of minutes and catch their breath, they start to stir. Tiffani thinks she should return to reality. Taron wants to take a nap. They come apart and when Taron pulls his Black cock out, some of his semen drips down her pussy lips. Both roll off the bed and head to the shower.
Once out of the shower, they are getting dressed again. Tiffani divides up the last of the wine and they toss it down. Tiffani is giving Taron the once over and asks him, “what school are you attending?”
Taron hears that tone, that tone that is more than just making conversation. He says, “I am attending medical school. The same one my parents attended. I am at the end of my junior year.” Taron looks very uncomfortable while he is talking. He avoids eye contact.
Man, oh man, can Tiffani spot THAT lie. She keeps up the questions and lets him dig himself in deeper. She finally confronts him. “That is quite story. You are not in college, are you?”
Taron gives it up, “No not yet, but I will be in the Fall. All of that, that I just told you, is my older brother Cleave who is going there. I will be going there also. Same deal as him”
Oh, FUCK Tiffani thinks! She asks, “how old are you?”
“I am eighteen.”
“Are you sure?” Taron nods yes. “How long have you been eighteen?”, Tiffani asks.
“Does it matter?”
Tiffani walks toward him. “Are your parents from Tonga?”
Taron laughs out loud. “Well, they should be, since that I what I told you. Tiffani, my *** is White, and my mother is BLACK.”
Tiffani, “I don’t like to be LIED TO!”
“No, I am sure you don’t. But you don’t mind cheating on your husband, do you? I see your wedding band.”
She looks down at her finger. She took the diamond wedding ring off and left it at home. But she still has the engagement band on. It is a little tight to get off her finger.
Tiffani doesn’t respond. She is getting her stuff together. She sees the empty brown paper bag on the ground. She lifts it up and asks, “Why did you hold this bag upside down and shake it?”
Taron casually states, “I thought you stopped at the liquor store to purchase condoms. But there weren’t any in the bag, only wine. I normally use condoms. But since you are married, you must be on the pill.”
Tiffani’s knees buckle and she sank down onto the floor. Taron rushes over to her to see what is wrong. She had forgotten about the pill. She confesses about being off the pill and trying to get pregnant with her husband. She wants a son.
Taron stands up. “Well Tiffani, how old did you think I was? I am old enough to put a Black baby inside of you. Even a Tonga baby, if that would have been true.”
Taron turns back to where he left his swimsuit. His dick is starting to get aroused again with the thought of his baby batter being put to some good use. Taron is picturing his sperm deep within Tiffany’s sweet White pussy. He steps into his suit as his erection is starting to build. He puts on his tee shirt and pulls the shirt tail down over the front of his trunks. He thinks, okay now what?
The party is over, Tiffani and Taron exit the motel room and head to the car. The NO-TELL MOTEL hippy guy owner/operator is outside of the office, he sees them and states, “You two are always welcome here. Always welcome. Please come back. We are discreet. I had brown sugar back in my day, nothing wrong with that. Don’t think you are doing something new. Hope to see you again soon.”
Tiffani is numb from the activities of the day and doesn’t respond. Taron smiles overly big and salutes him. He thinks that the hippy guy is a cool guy!
When they are across the street from the beach parking lot, Tiffani pulls over to the right side of the beach highway. She asks Taron if she can just let him out there. Taron thanks her and gets out of her car.
Un-fucking believably, driving along on the highway at that moment in time, is the gated community’s own busy body, their equivalent of Mrs. Kravitz. The noisy neighbor that watches everyone. She sees Taron getting out of the car and recognizes him. Taron Stuart went to high school with her son. You can’t miss Taron. What a body he has. Race doesn’t matter here. He is built like a brick shit house. That’s odd, that looks like Adam & Tiffani Sterling’s vehicle. And then suddenly, she has driven past it all. She didn’t get a good look at the driver, other than it was a female, judging from the hair.
Much later that night, Tiffani is in bed with her husband. Adam is so glad that she isn’t fighting with him tonight. He wants to get along. He slides over to her side of the bed where she is sleeping facing the wall. He spoons with her. Maybe he made a mistake of getting a vasectomy without consulting her. Doctor Roger Stuart was all TOO WLLING to perform the little surgery. The doctor encouraged him forge Tiffani’s signature and get it done right then and there. Oh well, Adam thinks, too late now, I am sterile.
Inside of Tiffani’s sleeping body is a newly fertilized egg. One of Taron’s hearty little sperm that got shot out of his trouser snake that afternoon, made the competitive swim and found the prize he was seeking. We have a winner!
In forty weeks, Tiffany will have a healthy, strong, smart, cute little Black baby boy. A boy with a very dark colored magic wand, just like the ‘Tonga’ man that fathered him.
That is, if she doesn’t break her extremely strong belief in no abortions.
