Naked, 26 year old Franklin Dryor strolled back toward the queen sized bed from the tiny bath of his hotel room. Although he could have easily grabbed a washcloth to clean up after himself, he didn't. He decided to enjoy the wetness and the pungent odor of clover and vinegar, of green tea and yeast which clung to his saturated penis after love making. The cool, breezy feeling blowing across his cock encouraged him to savor the moist sticky sensation following a particularly juicy fuck.
There on top of the bedclothes laid an older white woman, also naked, still panting from sexual exertion and rolled up in a loose ball suggesting the fetal position. As he sat down on the edge of the bed, he let his hand rub against her hip. His companion only curled up tighter. Franklin smiled at the irony. Ulyssa Cumberland had borne five children in her lifetime, but here she was, curled up in the fetal position because of an intense hour long fuck with somebody approximately half her age.
Grinning, Franklin felt pretty smug at the moment. Now that he'd bedded her once again, Franklin felt as if in some way he'd re-established a family tradition, especially since his own brother, Stephen, had sported the first black dick Lyssa had ever consented to take into her Caucasian pussy. In fact, she'd conceived a child with his brother. Their affair lasted for seven months right up until Stephen died in a scuba diving accident. Totally aware of her importance in his life, Franklin had quietly coveted the most important heirloom from his brother's legacy for years.
One year ago, Ulyssa brought her oldest child--his nephew--to see Franklin off before he left for a tour of duty in Agra, India at the end of March 2002. After about a day and a half of talking, sharing little dreams and keeping surprisingly close to each other, Lyssa and Franklin found themselves eager to give and take a sweet little gift to remember each other by. A little over a year ago, hidden down in the basement of his mother's house, wrapped tightly in a large blanket, the two of them began the pleasurable process which would end up with Franklin showing Lyssa his natural facility for endowing her with several hundred million tokens of his own esteem.
A day later, during her drive back to the west side of the state, Ulyssa unknowingly bestowed her equally important gift on Franklin. It was, in fact, to become the most memorable gift she could offer to a young man flying off into harm's way.
Once the Iraqi War began, Franklin flew refueling tankers out of Qatar's Alheud air base. Each and every time he linked to a bomber, flying over the receiving plane and depositing a load of fuel into its interior tanks, it made him recall that momentary link he'd made with Lyssa and the sweet results thereafter.
Lyssa was a big woman in her early forties. Although he didn't consider her fat, his blond companion definitely displayed the weight of her maturity--a side effect of her many pregnancies. In a hotel crib off to the side of the room, a four month old infant girl snoozed. This baby girl was the biggest reason that the two of them had agreed to meet again, here in this place after being separated for well over a year. Sylvie Zola had born with a tiny birthmark on her side and skin tones were more the color of oak than the maple coloring of her husband's children. Perry's children were a dark mix, but Sylvie was really dark as if this were the first time any white blood had spilled into her African lineage. None of Perry's children have that birthmark, but her older brother Benjamin has a similar mark in a similar place. His paternal grandmother passed the Dryor mark along through his father, Stephen. Even though Sylvie's birthmark followed a slightly different path, it was most definitely the Dryor mark.
"Hey," Franklin whispered slowly slipping his fingers down the back of her thighs where the flowback of their combined juices seeped. "Lyssa, are you okay?"
"Umm-hmm, yeah," she answered. "I'm fine. Just tired. Really tired."
Looking for a reasonable excuse to touch her pale warm feminine flesh again, Franklin reached over to caress her. "Want me to rub your back?"
"Mmmm. Now that would be heavenly, thanks," Ulyssa answered.
Franklin smiled. "I've had my small share of heaven tonight already," he murmured. Slowly, carefully, he began massaging the muscles in her back. "Thank you."
Ulyssa sighed and relaxed under his ministrations. "You're welcome, honey. I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"Enjoyed it? Whew!" His own dark skin the color of warm umber contrasted with the moonlit pale skin of her body. As Franklin pressed forward in a full back rub, he brought his hands, arms, shoulders and chest down close to her and, taking a big emotional chance, he whispered in her ear. "I think I finally understand why you've had so many lovers."
"What?" She stretched, flipped over on her back, and looked back at her young companion. "What kind of thing is that to say to the woman who just let you make love to her--again?"
"The fact is that you're addictive." Franklin dropped his hand to rest it on her pussy. "Down here. It all feels so good." In his mind, Franklin wallowed on how his dick obsessively craved the feeling of her. His cock had wanted to remain buried deep in the confines of her warm loving pussy--so what if this was the pussy that so many men had used for their pleasure, at least Franklin understood the lure and the joy of it. Yeah, it might be wrong, he thought. But, out loud, he murmured. "I've never found anything to compare with this feeling. It's like the human form of heroin."
