The jeer quickened Tee's thrust. His strong thighs clapped against hers, rippling her breasts. Her long legs waved in the air. She locked her ankles around his thick waist in hopes of impeding the assault but all it did was add to the pressure. She curled her toes then quickly straightened them. She sprawled her arms out, gripping the carpet with a death clutch. She was beginning to break, but as he looked down on her with a domineering leer, she shook her head and nervously laughed it off.
"Damn, girl, you're tight like a virgin." Tee thrust with vigor, punishing power. "You must've been able to outrun all your brothers."
Taylor squinted in anger, looked away. Her body stiffened, all the way to her pointed toes. Her face turned red as a hillbilly's neck. She uncontrollably quaked. Although she did her best to hold it in, a long grunt forced its way out of her mouth. "Gggghhh! Foo-oo!"
"That's what I call cultural appropriation..." Tee slowed his hips. His carpet was soaked in her juices along with his cock. "...using a black cock to get yourself off without knowing the history behind it."
With a look of disorientation, Taylor caught her breath and shoved Tee back on the sofa. She climbed on top, taking control.
Tee laughed off her aggressiveness but allowed her a chance to redeem herself. She rolled her hips, bounced, and twerked on his cock. His smile sloughed away. He found himself fighting against a premature explosion. His face twitched.
"What's wrong, gangsta? You look a little flustered. Like a runaway slave with nowhere to run." Taylor's grin grew, her hips gyrating faster. As her iphone rang, barely heard over the blaring music, she frustratingly sighed. She leapt off him, checked the number.
Tee exhaled a laborious breath, tried to compose himself.
"Hello?" Taylor raised her voice over the loud rap song. With the phone to her ear, she climbed back on the sofa, this time straddling Tee's face. One foot stayed on the carpet while the other knee dug into the sofa over Tee's shoulder. Her long leg sprawled down his chest, her toes tickled his cock.
"Hey, I'm—" Tee was muffled by her pussy. He tried to say something but gave-in, licking her instead.
Taylor listened to her aggravated boyfriend impatiently bark through the receiver, while slowly grinding on Tee's chin. She rubbed his cock with the top of her foot. She did her best to sound unruffled but there was a slight shake in her tone. "Yeah. Well, we're waiting on his supplier."
Tee placed his hands on her lower back, supporting her, as he stood to his feet. She squealed, her head almost hitting the ceiling fan. She sat atop his shoulders, reversed, her legs dangled at his side. His mouth went to town on her: smacking, licking, and nibbling. She hunched over his head, shuddered. He finally lowered her to the carpet, bent her over the bottom of the sofa. He swatted Taylor's nonexistent backside, leaving a handprint on her pale skin. "Damn, girl. I can crease my slacks on this flat ass."
Taylor flinched from the stinging slap. She covered the phone, glared over her shoulder at him. Yet, as he slid inside her cozy opening, her face softened and she turned away. "Yes. He-Uh!" she moaned in a broken sentence. "He said that-Mmmm!-he was, he was on his way fifteeeee minutes ago." She listened for a moment. "Yessss, I, uh, I know black people's timeframe is different than white people's."
Tee thrust with force. The claps of their skin reverberated through the room.
Taylor's body intensely tickled. She put the phone aside to relieve herself of a wail. After the pleasure escaped her, she placed the phone back to her mouth and attempted to put together a cohesive conversation without whimpering.
Tee reached under and palmed her breasts. He lightly pinched her erect nipples, and with each strong thrust, said, "Tell Hitler... Jesse. Owens. Just. Entered. The race!"
Taylor wiped a euphoric tear from her eye. She muffled the phone once again as Tee rapidly excited her. "Uhh! Ah-ah-ahhhh! Yeah, suuuuure I'll see-ya-innna little, my lovvvv-va-va-va!" Taylor hung up and slung the phone away.
Tee slapped her ass again. "I'm yo daddy, guh!"
"Aw poor thing." Taylor jerked her head around, curled her lip. "Is faaather's day-yae-yae still confusing for you-ou-ou?"
Tee rolled her over, straightened her legs over his shoulders. From there, he began pounding again. "Say 'I.'"
"I..." Taylor said in a winded whisper. She clawed at the carpet, held on for dear life.
"Say 'I. Like.'" Tee's thrust was constant, steady, but his voice quivered like Taylor's legs. His enjoyment was as palpable as hers.
Taylor made an ugly cry-face, not out of sadness moreover pure pleasure. Her body tensed. "I like-uhhhh!"
They both simultaneously spouted out two different names, which sounded like one: "Obarump!"
Tee clasped her chin tightly, forced her vision on him. He tried to act tough, composed, in-control, but his heavy breaths told a different story.
Taylor's legs became numb, her fingers as well. A wave rushed down her spine and into her center, crashing in ecstasy. She bucked.
Tee wheezed, pulled out, and came on her stomach. He collapsed on top of her, his hand hitting the stereo's remote and changing from CD to the radio. A commercial aired as both, breathless, embraced on the carpet. Neither said a word. They looked into one another's eyes, and for a brief moment, race didn't exist. Yet, as the advertisement ended, they snapped out of their daze and sat up, side by side in silence.
((("Welcome back to 186.5 the American Experiment. I'm your host DJ C. Bagger," the radio DJ said. "We got some more hits coming your way from today's hottest new stars. But, before we get to that, let's take a timeout and get serious for a moment. With everything going on in the media, it's easy to fall into the trap of picking sides. Do not let the small minorities of racists change who you are. We work together, live together, and we will push through and survive together. Regardless of your skin tone or your religious belief, we are all one race. The only race that matters... the human race.")))
"Corny!" They, both, blurted at the same time. They glanced to one another, their expressions soft.
((("This next song is for all the level-headed listeners," the DJ said. "The majority of this beautiful country. Here is Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder with 'Ebony and Ivory.' We can all live together in harmony.")))
