The End Of The Beginning
written by:
Will Buster

The End of the Beginning by Will Buster

Any offensive racial terms were typical of the culture of the late 19th century and should be taken in context with the characters being depicted.

I died of a heart attack aged 55 years, 6 months 3 days 2 hours and 15 minutes of age. At least that is what the spirit adjuster entity told me when I arrived at an unsuspected plane of existence. The place, if you could call it a place was foggy and dimly lit with that strange being floating just a few feet away. To make a long story short, I was informed that before I would be permitted to ascend to the higher plane, I had some real important lessons to learn, having been a narrow minded white racist along with the even greater sin of misusing my superior education for monetary rather than humanitarian purposes. You know, I was like everyone else, out for the almighty buck. So what could I say? As a matter of fact, I said very little. "Where do I go from here?"

Let me be clear. They were fair about this awkward situation. They actually gave me a choice. I could go to a second level mansion world and spend thousands of years with fellow losers or go back to my home world for a second chance. In either case, I would remember my former life when I was Edward R. Selwood. Well, I don't like the unexpected so I opted for where I'd come from. What I'd failed to ask them was when. The only thing they told me was that I would start at age 18. Poof! I'm standing on a street corner in the middle of a city. I knew I was in trouble because the street was cobbled and the traffic consisted of horse drawn buggies, wagons and something that looked like a trolley. "This is not cool. I'm either dead or dead drunk."

I check my pocket and I find ten dollars but the coins don't look familiar though the letters are in English, thank some God. I'm wearing some sort of boots and my pants are held up by a thick leather belt. I've got on a green shirt and dark blue britches. It's chilly under a cloudy sky. So I start wandering around, looking at street signs, shop windows and very oddly dressed people. Christ, those women are wearing dresses that look like they were made by Omar the tent maker. At last, I go into a barber shop and ask the million dollar question. "Excuse me sir, but where can I find a news paper?"

The barber gives me a funny look, like I've asked him for his wife's measurements or something. He shrugs. "Jordan's tobacco should have them."

Being rather logical, I decide I need three things rather quickly. Food, shelter and a job. Time to get that all important newspaper and discover my new world.

I wander down Main Street and sure enough, I find and head right into Jordan's tobacco shop. On a rack near the counter, I see some newspapers and they only cost 2 cents. Well, if they want to give the damned things away, who am I to complain? The man gives me my change, hands me the paper and doesn't give me the time of day. However, I'm in shock. I look closer at my hands. They aren't white like in Caucasian. They aren't even brown like in tanned. I'm as black as the ace of fucking spades. That sodding spirit adjuster pulled a dirty trick on me. You don't understand, I used to hate those black bastards. I called them every name in the book and quite a few out of it. I would avoid black neighbourhoods when I would drive for fun in my Chevy convertible. I would laugh at ethnic jokes. Hell, I'd tell them ad nauseum. I glance at the date. I'm in for it now. July 7, in the year of our lord, 1876. I'm just three days late for the centennial celebration of these United States. I'm looking at the Worcester Gazette and for the first time, I'm starting to realize that I am in deep shit. At least I'm in a Northern city. If I had been placed south of the Mason Dixon line, I'd really be behind the 8 ball. I know from reading my history books that there weren't many blacks living in central Massachusetts at this time period. So I stand out like a sore thumb. This is long before the NAACP so nobody is going to be particularly worried about my civil rights.

Anyway, first things first. I look under the classifieds and find a place available at a rooming house on Elm Street. I ask a policeman. It's kind of odd but they actually walk on the sidewalks. They aren't hanging out in a drive in donut shop but then those won't be along for another century or so. It always helps to call these protectors of civilization, sir. Ten minutes later, I'm knocking at 25 Elm street and by the looks, its late afternoon. Not only that but I am hungry. The door opens and an attractive female looks up at me with a somewhat astonished look on her face. "Good evening ma'am. I'm here to rent your room forthwith. I just arrived in town." I think to myself,' Isn't that the truth?' Her dress covers everything from her neck down to her black shoes. I'm not sure what color the dress is but it looks like some shade of rusty brown muslin accented with white collars and cuffs. She stammers. "I didn't expect....are you sure you want the room?" I gaze right into her baby blues. No question about it. She's impressed. Well, I think she is. I know in 2010 a broad like this would be kneeling real quick to get a piece of a hot black stud. Maybe I read too many of those cheep novels you can by on e publishing sites like A1. Maybe I saw too many of those unrealistic porn flicks. However in 1876, they probably got laws against a black guy doing a white woman. It's crazy though. I don't feel black. Inside, I'm Edward R. Selwood, businessman and occasional seducer.

She clearly looks uneasy but she backs away from the door. The hall is pleasant enough with a three foot wide carpet which snakes up the stairway a bit to the right. "Would you like to see the room?"

"Certainly ma'am. Please lead the way."

Even with that conservative dress on, I can tell she's got an attractive body underneath, probably just itching to get uncovered to play. However, I keep my distance. At the top of the steps she turns left and the room is second on the right. The place smells of age and lemon oil, probably vintage 1830's, the house I mean.

There isn't much in the room. A dresser is on the right just beside a wardrobe. In the center of the small room is a single bed, well made. Everything looks squeaky clean. There's a candle holder on the dresser and a wash basin near it. At last she speaks. "It's two dollars per week including breakfast and supper. We always get paid in advance."

I extrude a two and a half dollar gold piece. Her eyes got large. "I haven't seen many of these. Most of my patrons pay in paper." Finally she's smiling. Nothing like a little gold to get the juices running. She hurries downstairs to get my change. There's a chair in the other corner so I sit and check out the paper for some more leads. Pretty good deal for 2 cents., Some things don't change. Just like in my own time, the best jobs aren't advertised. However, I have one huge advantage. I have a pretty good idea what the future will bring including certain inventions by Bell and Edison. I know that real estate values will remain rather stagnant for the next 25 years, so at some point, stock investments will be the way to go. I'll worry about 1929 if I live that long. I chuckle to myself. She comes back and hands me two quarters. "Thank you, mister Selwood. My name is Victoria Holt. I'm a widow so I'm the one who runs this establishment. You let me know if there is anything you require. I live on the first floor along with my two cats."

I nod and pocket the coins. "That's fine ma'am. You wouldn't know if there are any jobs around, requiring some intellect, would you?"

She gives me a funny look. "No offence mister Selwood, but you don't talk like a typical darky."

I give her my million buck smile. "That's because I never was a field hand, ma'am. This room will be fine for the time being."

Victoria becomes thoughtful. I can see now that she has a few tiny wrinkles by her eyes. She might be thirty but I don't pry. At last she answers my question. "Well, there might be something available at the library. You could make an inquiry."

"Thank you Misses Holt. I'll check into that tomorrow." Then I catch her eye. The contact is sudden and powerful. It's like some heavy duty voltage has passed between us. Maybe it has something to do with powerful young male hormones. She blushes and looks self consciouse. I'm not sure what she saw in my eyes but it's made her uncomfortable, hopefully for the right reasons. I break the strained silence. "You're an attractive woman. May I call you Victoria?"

She nods and keeps staring into my eyes as if trying to ascertain some hidden truth there. Finally she recalls where she is and whom she is with. My flustered land lady gives a nervous laugh before heading for the door. "Supper is always at six PM downstairs in the master dining room." She looks back. "Thank you for your patronage, mister Selwood."

*******

The dining room looks like a scene from a museum. Christ, the tea service would probably go for fifty grand in my time. I'm greeted with a huge bowl of beef stew filled with garden vegetables and all the fixings. The cup of tea was very welcome, quenching my thirst. Victoria smiles at me as she claims her own seat. "Thank you ma'am. This stew is marvellous."

"Compliments are always welcome, mister Selwood. I don't get many these days."

"Why is that?"

"I've got only one other house guest and he won't be back till Friday. He's some old, cranky professor or something. I've only got room for one more anyway."

I'm devouring the stew as if its ambrosia. "Four dollars a week isn't much to live on ma'am."

Her face saddens. "When Arthur passed away, he'd made certain arrangements. This house is paid up and I have no debts. It's just so lonely here with no man around. I do have a decent income but the extra money always helps. You never know when the roof needs mending or a room needs painting."

Again, I capture her eyes with mine. Those lovely blue eyes are glowing and I'm not sure why. Casually, I spread some butter on a thick slice of dark bread. I don't know what they do to food in 1876, but the flavours of the bread are indescribable. "I always aim to please, ma'am. Was your husband in the war?"

She sniffled. "Yes. He was a major and he lost his leg at Gettysburg. He was considerably older than I was. As you can imagine, I grew up in a large family near Medford and ....I don't know why I'm telling you all this. You're just a stranger and all."

"Your Major must have been a lovely man for you to weep so. He fought to give freedom to men like me. Although I haven't had the privilege of meeting him, I already feel I'm in his debt."

Victoria started sobbing. "What a kind thing to say, mister Selwood. Perhaps I did the right thing by renting you the room. You are welcome, sir."

I place my hand on hers. "Victoria, we all have crosses to bear. There's always hope and there's always love." I let it go at that. I'd inadvertently upset her enough for one night. After the strawberries, I bade her good night before returning to my room. There was nothing to do so I got undressed and slipped under the covers. In the distance a church bell rang but there was no sound of traffic. There was no white noise. The silence was so deep it actually seemed to make a sound of its own. It had been quite a day. In the morning, I'd driven my car to work doing my usual thing as an investment banker. By lunch I had the heart attack. I vaguely recall people carrying me to the ambulance. Next thing I know, some alien presence is giving me a choice and here I am, lying in bed over a hundred years before my time. Would I have been better off on mansion world numbero dos? Only time would tell and he wasn't talking.

Chapter 2

I got one bit of good luck at the library. The curator or head librarian or whatever the hell she was called had been one of those do-gooders doing the civil war. She'd gone down to South Carolina to help educate the darky's fresh off the plantations. So she was very comfortable around a person of color. That's what she called us anyway. "I refuse to use those vulgar terms that the uneducated dolts use when mentioning persons of color. Now you strike me as a pretty bright boy. I think we could use you as a janitor."

I gave the old biddy my biggest shit eating grin. "How much does the position pay?"

"Eight dollars per week. You'll have to come here Monday through Saturday. You should be here by one in the afternoon until your work is done, usually by 8. If we have a special event here, requiring you to come in earlier, I will inform you."

"That's fine ma'am. Just so you know, I can read, write and calculate mathematics, especially when it comes to financial matters."

Miss Gordon lifted her eyebrows. "Can you? Can you indeed?" Her name plate was prominently displayed on the check out desk.

"Do you mind if I put that to the test?" Her eyes twinkled. It was obvious that she didn't quite believe my claim. Promptly I went over to the catalogue index and found a volume of Shakespeare in short order. I then proceeded to read Henry the fifth's battle speech at Agincourt.

"My, my, mister Selwood! You pronounce those words almost as good as an actor. It's amazing for one so young. Who taught you?"

"You might say, I taught myself." I laughed. "If I told you the truth, Miss Gordon, you would not believe it."

Miss Gordon sniffed but kept her composure. "Well, let's see how you do on the job, mister Selwood. It seems like the younger generation is getting so lazy. We've gone through four janitors in the last six months, so if you last three months, you'll be an improvement. You may start today. You've got a small room you can use as an office and your instructions are on the desk in writing. If you have any questions, please ask."

So I spent about an hour, figuring out where everything was. Wish I had a vacuum because there was a lot of dust around the place, especially on sills and in corners. I could see that I'd require a better mop and a large cloth bag to speed up trash removal, not that there was a lot of it. Outside there was a large cistern and pipes ran into the back for a water supply. It wasn't great but it sure beat going to a well. At least they had plenty of soap and other supplies. So I got to work. I still am not sure why they allowed 7 hours for three hours of work but I had the place spotless in no time. There weren't many patrons during the week because most people were working for a living. It was simple really. I did the windows and the sills first, one right after the other. Then I'd do the trash and then I'd dust the tables and chairs. The floors could wait until after hours so I could move furniture around. In this way, Miss Gordon was so impressed that she let me take an hour off to get supper. It was only a ten minute walk back and forth. Things were working out.

When I sat down at the table, Victoria was all ears. "So you got the job? That's so fine."

Tonight we were having pepper steaks, onions and a pile of more vegetables. "You keep feeding me like this and you're going to own me, hook line and sinker. God! This food is so damned good!"

Victoria beamed at me. "Mister Selwood, you are a caution! The way you eat is like you haven't had a meal in a month. Lands sakes!"

There it was again, that simmering eye contact. Her face flushed but she held the gaze a lot longer than the day before. Her voice became husky. "Would you like some more strawberries this evening, mister Selwood?"

"Please and call me Ed."

I'm not sure what time it was because I'd drifted off to sleep, listening to the silence again. I hadn't bothered to lock my door. I mean, street gangs were a century off as well.

Maybe it was the click when the door was quietly opened. Perhaps it was the unfamiliar sound of bare feet padding towards my bed. All I know is that suddenly a soft finger is on my lips. "Sssshhhh! I need your company. It's been over four years."

Victoria was lonely. I was already naked and so was she. This lovely woman had come to me in spite of her shame and racial tension because her sex drive was so powerful. I was instantly hard for her. My young body was chuck full of hormones designed to make mating both a joy and a necessity. Vicky aggressively slid right down on me. She was super wet! "Ooooo, Christ! Yes! God! It's been so long!"

I practically crushed her ample breasts and thrust upward into her wild down strokes. I didn't think that copulation between the sexes would be much different but I was wrong. In my time, sex was more playful and exploratory as if we were trying to compete with porn stars to try new positions and seductive tricks. But this was different. Victoria might have been a proper, well behaved matron most of the time. However, in bed she was an animalistic vixen especially below her slim waist. Her cunt was hot and desperate for contact. I also noticed that my new cock was at least nine inches long which certainly didn't hurt well maybe it hurt her a bit but she sure wasn't complaining. If anything her rambunctious sensuality sped up. Expertly, I rubbed her clit and moments later, she exploded! Widow Holt actually squirted off! I captured her mouth with mine. Soon I rolled her on her back and really put it to her. She was so hungry for sex that her pussy never missed a beat. Each of my deep thrusts was met with a vigorous, rippling grip. She had to have it, all of it. She was vocalizing some very sensual sounds. Victoria was no longer in control of her emotions. She squirmed on my meat, desperate for more passion. By now, I'd guided her legs to my shoulders and I was nibbling on her little toes while my cock surged deep into her clutching chasm. I felt her up with eager hands, possessing her breasts in full. "Oh, Eddie! Yes! Lance my cunt! Oh fuck! Fuck! It's so big in me! I've never had it this good!"

More fluids squished out of her and still the romp went on. That wild slit of hers was giving me the business and I got real close. I sure as hell didn't need the added complication of getting this chick pregnant. For that matter, neither did she. A half breed brat would be much more than just an embarrassment in this time and place. With a loud groan, I yanked out of her and gushed a river of seed all over her belly. She actually giggled, probably from nervous tension. "What a load! Sure glad you got out of me in the nick of time."

Although I was feeling very mellow in the afterglow, I snuck down and began lapping her juicy pussy. She smelled quite a bit. Apparently she hadn't bathed and the initial stink was pretty overwhelming. However, after some serious licking and tongue fucking, my new girl was getting back in the swing of things. "Ooo, Arthur never did anything like that. You are so dirty, Ed. Where did you learn such disgusting habits?"

Maybe oral stimulation was dirty in her mind but she sure didn't mind it being done to her. Soon she was lunging her groin against my face, gripping me with her moist thighs. I was practically crushing her tits with my strong hands, determined to addict this relatively young widow to my cock. If I could get her dependant on my sexual favours, it just might make life a bit easier down the road. Besides, my own body wasn't content with just one bout of passion. At last I released her clit from my sucking lips. "Vicky honey, I want you all night. Let me show you what you been missing, girl."

"Yes, anything! I can't believe how much I missed this! I'm normally not this forward. You must think me worse than a whore."

"I don't think that at all. Everyone needs nooky. Now you just lie back and let your Eddie do the work."

"Mmmmmm, love that tongue. I bet you've had other girls. You sure know what to do."

"Get your legs up, Vicky. I'm ready to return."

This time our play was more leisurely although her pussy heated right up once my thrusts got deep and serious. She was sheer she-cat in her carnal chasm. It was as if the act of lust was life to her and not just an enjoyable adventure. It took a lot longer to. That was all right with us. The sounds of flesh impacting on flesh helped keep us aroused until at last, I lost myself in her wiggling depths. Again, I had to make the quick escape, drenching her bare belly with more of my fluids.

She slid her fingers through my hair, gently bringing me back to the planet. "I'll have to take a bath after this, sweet Edward. I'm a mess."

To her credit, she didn't leave me till dawn and I just lay there, trying to sort out what had happened. My new land lady was now my lover and I had a sneaking suspicion she would be back for more.

At breakfast, she was torn between shame and desire. At times she couldn't look at me and at others; her gaze was riveted to my eyes, asking the unspoken question. ‘Do you want me tonight?' I nodded in the affirmative at her silent plea.

"You'll like professor FitzAllen. He's a Brit and he's over here for a year to study about the revolution. I can't imagine why but he spends a lot of time in Boston and there abouts. He likes it here because its quiet and nobody disturbs him. He's not like you."

"He'll be back tomorrow, correct?"

She blushed crimson. "Yes, so...you have to be to work by one?"

I shoveled some more scrambled eggs into my insatiable mouth. "Yeah, you have your bath?"

She actually smirked. "Yes, and I just wondered if....we."

This time she showed me her own bedroom. The double sized bed looked very inviting. The room was fully carpeted with long, dark blue drapes accenting the flowery wall paper. I kissed her for a long time while she rubbed her breasts against my chest. Instinctively my hands went to her tits and she moaned into my mouth as I began to undress her. Fortunately for us, she put on something simple and it wasn't long before I was on top of her, impaling her with a nice long piece of dark meat. There's a big difference between 18 and 55. When it came to bed sport, my energy level was almost exhaustless. Soon she was squealing with ecstasy. Again and again, she squeezed my penetrations, greedy for my cock. I'd taught her how to get her legs around me. My new bed mate quickly locked her ankles behind my humping rump and hauled me into her as if she hadn't made love in a decade. "You ain't getting away from me, big boy! Hell, you're so good honey; I'd pay you to stay if I could afford it. Oooooo! Harder! Like that! Oh, fuck! I gotta have this again tonight. I know you probably think I'm terrible but I just can't help myself!"

On inspiration, I asked the million dollar question. "When did you last have your period?"

"How do you know about that? That's a woman's secret."

"There's only one time during the month when a woman can get pregnant and that's between day 11 and 14 after her period. She thought about it for a moment. "It's been twenty days."

I grinned down at her face which blazed with lust and shame. "Then you're in luck. Your pussy is going to get a big drink. Does your cunt like my big dick?"

She moaned again. "Oooo, yes! Pussy needs it ssssoooo bad! Hurry! Just fuck me!"

Soon I got close. I smothered her mouth with a wide open, tongue stabbing kiss, gripped her tits super hard and lashed streams of cum into her box! Even at this moment, her convulsing crevice continued to exact its carnal worship on my erupting phallus. Her responsive kiss was hunger incarnate. Even when I'd drained every drop into her, Victoria kept her legs around me, reluctant to let me go. At last she sighed, "I could do this all day, but you have to get to work and I have to get the house ready for his royal highness tomorrow. Please come to me tonight. I need you, Eddie."

I looked into her lovely eyes. "I know that was difficult for you to ask, Vicky. You worry about your reputation and your sense of morality. You've got a good heart, my sweet. You're the sun and the moon. I just wish you were closer to my age."

She sat up then and looked me right in the eye. "How old do you think I am?"

"Thirty or so."

"Well, I'm only 28. I married Arthur in 63 just before he went back to war. My daddy arranged it all. He said it was a good match. I think he just wanted one less mouth to feed. I was only 15 when I shared his bed. He never loved me like you do. Like I said, he was a lot older. He was fifty when he passed away. The last four years have been hell."

I lifted her leg backward and licked her cunny gently. "If you don't stop this, you'll be late for work." She was smiling at me.

"I just wanted you to know, I appreciate your favours. I'll be kind to you Victoria. I respect you. I know you've had a difficult time."

She held my face down, rubbing her aroused clit to my seductive mouth. "It's so good. Stick your tongue in. I'll probably lose my soul because of you."

Fortunately I got to work just in time that day. Things were looking up. When I got my first weekly remuneration, I paid Victoria a month in advance. Naturally I joined her in her bed for some very firey frolics. Tears came to her eyes. "Hell, Ed! I should be paying you." The next few months flew by. Life was sure good. I was getting car loads of high quality nooky. My expenses were low. So I was able to save most of my money. I was putting away about $15 per month. Vicky was packing me lunches and she even gave me some of Arthur's winter clothing. His coat fit me well. The britches needed some alterations and all was right with the world. By this time, I was even getting his lordship, Hugh FitzAllen to discuss all sorts of topics. I think he was surprised that a person of color could know so much as I apparently did. I really got him going when I started discussing the political problems caused by the hundred year's war. "I say! You've actually heard of the Black Prince and John of Gaunt? Remarkable!"

I shrugged. "What can I say? Even we backward colonials read books."

That broke the ice. Hugh was laughing so hard, he could hardly finish his cake. "Bloody good! Touché mister Selwood. Good show, what?"

I even gave him some tips about finding information about the war of independence. "How do you know about this, young man?" His hair was grey but his eyes twinkled like a schoolboy.

I smirked, happy to show off a little. "I thought everyone knew that those papers were in the Cambridge library?"

He gave me a searching look. "Just out of curiosity, who do you think will win in the next election? It's only a few weeks away."

"If I were a betting man, I would put my money on Rutherford B. Hays. The country is tired of the reconstruction controversy. Grant's administration is the most corrupt in United States history. Its time for a change and Americans love change especially when it puts money in their pockets."

Hugh looked over at Victoria who was straining at keeping a straight face. "You say this bloke is only 18? I've met men twice his age who knew half as much. I've got a mind to bring him back to England with me and push him through Oxford. Over there, he'd be the cat's meow."

Victoria hooded her eyes. "I believe sir, that Mister Selwood is quite happy where he is."

I renewed my assault on the baked potatoes. I didn't dare look at her after a line like that. She'd been making so much noise lately that we had to shut all the doors and keep kissing her when she screamed with rapture. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do now. She'd even gotten into sucking me off, especially when days 11 through 14 were reached. It was if this woman was trying to push a decade of needs into a few months of sport. Sometimes I was tired when I got to work. There was no satisfying the woman. One night she confessed that she was a year older than she'd admitted earlier. "I'll be thirty in January. Please don't be angry with me. I don't want to lose you."

So I kept pumping her and cleaning the library and keeping my eyes and ears open. Then one day in December, Lorna May strolled into the library and my life was about to change again, although at the time I had no idea what was about to happen.

Lorna May Havens was a tall, voluptuous black woman with strength in her stride and a rack worth dying for. I'd just finished tossing the trash. The over bearing Miss Gordon was in the wash room, relieving herself. As a result of that gratuitous occurrence, I was the one she first saw. "Hello, who are you?"

I lifted my eyebrows at the directness of this dame. "Edward R. Selwood at your service ma'am. Do you require assistance?"

Her eyes got big at that. "Well, well, well. Finally I find a black American who doesn't sound like a field hand. I'm Lorna May. I work for Sam Anderson." She actually extended her hand. As I shook it, I took the liberty of gazing into her soft, brown eyes. "I must say, Miss? Your own manners are only exceeded by your charm and beauty. Again, may I be of assistance?"

"You wouldn't happen to know if they have any books here on anthropology and agriculture?"

"You'll probably have to go to the library at Harvard to get anything outstanding on anthropology. But I'm sure we have some good books on agriculture here. I assume you are more interested in the bibliographies?"

Her hand flew to her mouth. "How on earth did you know?"

"A logical deduction really. Education is the only possible route for us to take. I have a hunch that very soon; black colleges will spring up around the country. Don't they have one down in Hamton Virginia?"

Lorna looked stunned. How did this man who apparently was the janitor, know about that? "You know a lot, sir. What did you say your name was again?"

"Edward R. Selwood, janitor extraordinaire. I take it you are in college?"

"Yes, I'm planning to teach. I go to Hamton but I'm up here during the Christmas holidays to do some extra research for the school. My folks live around here."

The more I looked at Lorna the better she looked. I was already imagining what I could do inside certain areas of her person. I tried an oblique approach. "I'm new here. I know you will find this hard to believe but you are the first Negro I've met in Worcester. I'm afraid I know so few people here."

Lorna grinned and mischief sparkled from her eyes. "Well, I can bring you over to our home and you can meet daddy and the rest. They can introduce you to some of their friends to."

That would be fine. Could I visit with all of you on Sunday?"

I got the address from her and helped her find some books. Miss Gordon was a bit miffed that I'd basically done her job for her but you can't get fired for doing more than you need to. That Lorna was such a sleek fox. Her smile was like a spring dawn and those breasts jutted out in spite of the very conservative dress that hid her more than ample attributes. I even held her hand a moment before she left. I liked the wink she gave me.

I'll give Victoria credit. She sure hadn't slowed down any. If old professor FitzAllen had any inkling that some serious rutting was going on, he never made a comment or dropped a hint. Besides he spent most of his time in his room, writing down information or going out on lengthy research trips that sometimes took days. When he was out, Vicky made my ears ring from her ever louder sex screams. Her language got more florid to. What the hell, I taught her a few new words and a lot more libidinous concepts. She took to the sixty-nine position like a duck to water. Sure it took a little coaxing but once she was there, she perked right up and so did my dick until I spilled the load down her gulping throat. It was like Victoria had been let out of jail. She was like a little kid in a huge candy shop and she had a hundred dollars to spend, every week.

*****

It was the day before I had to see Lorna. I'd gotten back from work a bit early and we celebrated the usual in Vicky's very comfortable bed. I was plunging away as usual when I casually mentioned I had to meet some people on the morrow. "Oh? You never told me?"

I'm straining away and I didn't feel much like talking at the moment. A bit of my inner racism came to the surface. I guess it's the price of passion. "Just some other niggers I gotta see, is all."

Vicky looked shocked. "I never heard you say that before! You shouldn't call yourself such a demeaning name."

Her cunt was doing things to my pecker that she should have been arrested for. "I know! Tell you more! Gotta cum! Work me! Please! Vicky, faster! Yes! Fuck it like a whore!"

This time it was my turn to scream when I launched a mother load into Vicky's churning paradise. "Oh God, Vicky! You aren't getting older! You're getting better! God! Fuck!"

I collapsed on her bare breasts, panting for breath and holding her to me as if she were a life preserver. "God, Vicky! I'm so glad you snuck into my room, my second night here."

Vicky snickered. "You actually remembered. I'm impressed, big boy. Now why are you leaving me tomorrow? Hmmmm?"

Her eyes locked on mine so I had to tell the truth, at least most of it. "Vicky, I don't know anybody in this city except for you, his lordship and the almighty Miss Gordon. I finally ran into a black family and I thought maybe they could introduce me to some of their friends. You know, most whites don't talk much with the likes of us. You're one in a million, my delectable honey pot."

Her legs snuck around me. I knew what was coming. Those sexy ankles would get locked and she would keep me there for a few more hours of frolic. I didn't mind. There was nothing else to do. Television was about 75 years away and movies about forty. How could I possibly turn away from my own private porn site? "You want me to stay till morning?"

"Absolutely! Need you ask? Pussy wants more, a lot more."

I like pushing her buttons. "You want me to fuck your horny cunt until its sore?"

"Yes." She gasped with anticipation.

"Do you want me to slide this big prick into your tiny bum hole to?"

"Christ yes! Anything you want! I'll even suck you off, just the way you like it! I can't believe how filthy my mouth has gotten. You're a bad influence on me, Mister Selwood. I'm going to have to go to church tomorrow and get all my sins forgiven. My soul must be as black as pitch."

I chuckled as my member started round two. "No, baby. Your sins are as black as me and you love every one of them, don't you?"

"God forgive me, yes! I can't live without your big rod, slamming me silly. Hurry darling! I need you some more!"

******

I didn't bother with church but went to 175 Pleasant Street promptly at 2. Sure enough, they were waiting for me. Lorna was significant even though she kept a low profile. There house wasn't much. Four shabby rooms in a tenement. The place smelled like sweat, shit and stale food. In comparison, Victoria's low budget rooming house looked like the Taj Mahal!

Mister Havens was one of those blacks who were still trying to come to terms with freedom. He had the look and manner of a slave. From the moment I met him, I loathed him because of what he was and what he would not become. He cleaned streets and his two sons had to do menial labour just to keep the roof over their heads. I could see why Lorna May had moved heaven and earth to escape. The mother was a piece of work to. The kindest thing I could think about her was that she was lazy or maybe in bad health. She hardly spoke or stirred while I was there. Old man Havens was about as interesting as a fire hydrant. He kept talking about how they'd come to Worcester to escape the white devil slavers. He thanked God each day that he got out of bed a free man and so on. When Lorna finally escorted me down the stairs and out into the street she asked me what I thought. "I'm glad you invited me, Lorna. I now understand why you are doing whatever it takes to attend Hamton."

"What do you mean?"

"If I had to live in an apartment like that and shovel shit for a living, I would put a gun to my head and pull the trigger. Freedom is worthless if you don't know what to do with it."

She gave me the look which was as much to say as what the hell do you know about it?

"I'm saving my money, every penny of it. Sooner or later, Alexander Graham Bell will issue stocks on his new invention, the telephone. It will make it possible for you to call daddy from Hamton. You'll be able to hear each other even though you're hundreds of miles apart. Hell, if they make enough improvements to this telephone you'll be able to call somebody on the other side of the world, some day. So I'm going to buy his stock and grow rich. I'm interested in Thomas Edison's inventions to. Someday I'll be able to buy the crooks in government that tell me what bathroom to use."

"Why are you so bitter?"

"I'm not bitter. I am just as valuable as Grant or Hayes or the queen of bloody England. If I can't earn my way, I'll buy my way. It's easy to make money. It's much harder to spend it wisely. Maybe I'll come down to Hamton one of these years. I have a few things to discuss with one, Booker T. Washington."

It was like I'd struck Lorna with a pick axe. "How do you know all this? I know Booker! But how do you know?"

My face lit up in one of those dazzling smiles that would make Victoria's blood burn. "Maybe someday, if we're closer, I'll tell you. You won't believe it but then you probably don't believe much of what a man tells you in any case. You're probably wondering why I haven't put one over on you yet. I see how you look at me when you think I'm not looking."

Lorna blushed three different shades in less than ten seconds." I can't help it. You're so damned handsome and you're so articulate."

We kept walking. "Yeah, brains and Braun. That would make me a good catch, except I don't want to get caught quite yet. I'm going to be real busy and soon."

"What, sweeping floors?"

I stopped and stared right into her glowing eyes. "I happen to have the key to the library. Would you like to have a very private tour? We could get much better acquainted."

I'd heard that afro American women are usually much earthier than white chicks. She gave me the look. I could see the wheels turning in her pretty head. "Are you offering me what I think you are?"

"I'm just like a cup of coffee. I'm hot, black and so sweet. Don't knock it till you tried it."

Another toothy smile did the trick. She took my arm. "I'd like to see the hidden delights of that library, mister Selwood. Perhaps you can show me an exciting excursion?"

"I aim to please."

*****

We hadn't gotten into my small private office more than ten seconds, when she practically attacked me. Her kiss turned into a devouring open mouth vortex. I couldn't keep my hands off her tits. Even through her dress, they felt warm and full. She grabbed my crotch and felt my erection. This chick obviously had previous experience. Later I found out she was 22. I guess the broads in this time period like to rob the cradle. I rolled up my coat to supply a make shift pillow. By now, her dress and undergarment were off and all I had on were my socks. If I thought Victoria had been an uninhibited animal, this wild pussy cat was straight from the jungle. "God, Ed! I've wanted this all day. I'm normally not this forward but there's something about you."

I gave her another flashing smile and stuck my face on her crotch. She went wild! Soon she was crying out with delight when my tongue searched her pussy hole, clit and anal pucker. She couldn't believe what I was doing to her. Apparently nobody else had. "Fucking Christ, Eddie! You're such a pig! I love it! Stick your cock in my cunt and make me yours!"

I pushed my way forward. She grabbed my dick and sucked it into her cunt. Then she went to town and I did to. I slammed into her with all my strength and her answering pussy cramping clutches drove me over the edge in mere seconds! I'd never gotten off that fast but this chick was super hot! "Stay hard for me, you nasty nigger! Keep fucking my cunt! I want it!"

I looked into her glazed eyes. "Look at me ho. Give me your heart! I want all of you."

"What do you want?" She was breathing real hard by now. Her cunt revived me in record time. Again she asked, "What do you want?"

"I want you to open your mouth to me and when I'm ready, I want you to drink my seed, all of it. I want to bury myself deep in your sweet little ass hole. I want to fill every part of you because I need you like a man needs food and water. Will you open yourself to me and hold nothing back?"

She crooned, "Yes, anything Eddie! You can take it all. God! You're so fucking big in my cunt! Split me! Ram that big stick up my pussy. I figured you'd be good but this is beyond everything I ever dreamed of! Ooooo! Harder! Harder! You gotta come to college with me. I gotta have this every fucking night! I can't live without your big cock!"

"You gotta go back in January?"

"Yes! Do it faster!"

"I'm saving up some money. Earliest I can get there is next September, maybe not even then. That is unless you can talk them into giving me a teaching job."

By now she was desperate for me. Moments later, I'm sucking her toes and crushing her lively tits while my bone surges deep and true. She's climaxing to beat the band or in this case, to beat the meat! Each thrust causes her to grunt or squeal. She's no longer a person but a sex crazed beast. She's all female totally surrendered to the mating frenzy. To be honest, I'm a bit surprised myself. Is my new body THAT appealing to women? Maybe I shouldn't make any commitments right away. Maybe I should play the field and see what's in town. However, my cock is telling me that it doesn't get any better than this. I'm banging her so hard that she's in danger of fainting. I think of what I'm going to be doing to Victoria later that evening and I finally lose control. This time I yank out of her a second before my golden moment and there is her open mouth, ready to ingest my sperm down that glorious throat. "Take it all, slut! Swallow it! Lick that cock and drink it!"

Her cheeks implode from the power of her suction. I slide down further and further before masturbating my prick with her wicked mouth. Bang! My seed gushes down her throat and the young bitch is gulping it down like its sweet wine. I can still feel her bare belly reverberating from the power of our fuck. She's black, beautiful and bold! There's no shame in her face like with Victoria. She meets my gaze without blinking. At last she speaks once she's licked off my semen from her delicious lips. "I told you I would deny you nothing. You have my heart, Eddie. You are so bad, you're good. I can't believe I just got on the floor with you and fucked you like a cat in heat. It's unbelievable. Is it love at first sight? Is that what this is?"

I gave her my address. "You can write to me for now. Merry Christmas, sweet Lorna."

She laughed at that. "You're the best present a girl ever got. I gotta think on this. There must be some way I can sneak your black ass down to Hamton School. I want you to write your messages inside my cunt, not on some scrap of paper. You got my juices flowing, boy. What you gonna do about it?"

That was a real good question. I didn't have much at Victoria's rooming house. I'd picked up a few extra clothes since I'd moved in. A large suitcase and a thank you note could cover the business. I might even be able to sneak out. I could pack my stuff in five minutes and head out for work like I usually did. I could even depart while Victoria was making breakfast. By the time she realized I was missing, I'd be heading out of town on the train. I had about $150 in the bank by now. But I'd planned to invest in Bell stock soon. If I had a future career, it was most likely down in Hamton and not here. Shacking up with a white woman was risky business to say the least. Sporting with Lorna was better and safer. There was pleading in her lovely eyes. "Plese, Eddie! Come with me next week! I'll take you to see the head master. We'll work something out." Her eyes could not be denied. "I'm serious, I want you with me. How can I give this up? Now that you got into me and all. I never thought I'd lose my heart like this. Look at me, honey. I'm lying stark naked on a dusty floor with my new man stuck a mile inside me. If anyone saw us now, I'd be the talk of the town and I don't care, long as you love me and share my bed every night. I want you Eddie Selwood, cock and all!"

I'd been hooked. Lorna May's wild pussy and those bobbing tits could not be put aside. If nothing else, my hormones would not permit it. "Damnation girl! You give me no choice! You're like nourishment to me. All right. I'll go with you. I have to plan this carefully. What day do you leave and what time?"

"I be taking the ten o'clock train on Saturday. It goes to New York City first. Than there's another train which goes down through Virginia. With luck we'll be there by mid night."

I'll be there. You know my hours here. If you need to see me, you know where to find me. I have a few things to arrange."

Did I ever. I had to keep studding Victoria like nothing was going on. Each day, I snuck some of my clothes out and hid them in my janitorial office. A few days after that, I bought a suit case and kept it at the library. The departure day was Saturday which meant I had to get my money on Friday. That meant I had to hide the money in my office. That was no problem. I had a myriad of great hiding places and it would be there for only one night. I'd even keep twenty dollars with me just in case. Now the trick was to get out of the house early on Saturday, make a quick stop at the library and get out of dodge. So I'd have to skip breakfast that morning, zip on to the library, get my stuff and hitch a ride on a trolley. I should be able to get to the station in plenty of time. I was always paid on Friday so that worked out all right. During that week, Lorna visited me two more times and yes, the sessions were hot and heavy. I can't believe that woman. She is so downright naughty. I must have something special that Lorna craves and I'll bet its nine inches long.

4

I decided to make Victoria's last night something special. I did everything to her I could think of. I licked her delicate holes while she guzzled my sperm down her gagging throat. I folded her like a pretzel while I fucked two more loads of cum down her marvellous snatch. I even got in a little ass fucking before she finally collapsed from sheer exhaustion. She was out like a light by one in the morning. I snuck out and slipped up to my room. There was a wind-up alarm clock on the night stand near the almost never used candle. I set it for six and hit the hay. A few seconds after it started ringing, I shut it off. Still groggy, I washed up and got dressed. The house was like a tomb. It never hurts to get an early start so I snuck down the stairs. Her apartment door was shut. As quietly as possible, I opened the front door and slipped outside. It was still dark. Ten minutes later, I was in the library. Everything was packed. I retrieved my money and slipped it into a money belt I'd bought for the trip. Then I wrote a note for Miss Gordon. She'd be there by nine so I had to get out well before than. I told her what a privilege it was to have worked for her. I put the key on top of it and walked out. By now, Victoria might be waking up thinking about preparing breakfast and perhaps the torrid night we'd spent together. I was torn between just leaving, or sending her a letter. When I got to the train station, Lorna hadn't arrived yet. I decided to write Victoria a brief note. So while people flocked around the station, waiting for this or that train, I sat in a corner, bidding an affectionate farewell to a woman who'd been more than fair with me. I just couldn't face her anguish. If this had been a different time and culture, I could have kept both women in my life. But this is or was puritanical America at the height of its double standard morality. Lucklely, I was able to get an envelope and stamp at a news stand in the station. The friendly attendant, who also happned to be black, agreed to mail it for me. Then I walked over to a bench and waited. It was 9 thirty and still no Lorna. She sure kept things for the last minute. I searched the passengers with my eyes. Had she told me the correct date? Here I was with bag in hand and probably no job by now and where was Lorna?

Suddenly as if by magic, there she was. She almost tackled me from behind. "Sweet Jesus, you actually came, sweetheart." She kissed me in front of hundreds. "You got your ticket yet?"

I finally got a word in edgewise. "Not yet."

She dragged me to the ticket counter. "Well get over here, fool! You gots to get a ticket ifin you want to ride the train."

When we got to the window she explained, "I got a second class ticket cause I gotta save my money. So you get one too. I'm not letting you out of my sight, boy."

Eight dollars didn't seem too much when it could open up a new world. I was beginning to see the wisdom of that damned spirit adjuster. When the conductor yelled all aboard, we were already in our seats ready to take on the world. I didn't explain what happened with Victoria. There was no reason to get this fiery wench upset or jealous. I had a feeling there would be enough competitive situations in the future as it was. I seemed to have some unusual attraction to women that I'd never had in my previous existence. The original Ed Selwood had to practically beg , borrow or steal hot pussy and not always in that order either. Sometimes he'd even had to pay for it. But now he was a low class, two timing darky and he was getting more ass than a toilet. I just shook my head as the train clattered from one town to another. At last I looked into her dreamy eyes. "You know, sugar, you keep rubbing your hips and legs on me and I'm likely to do you right on this seat. You're one wicked minx, Lorna may."

She whispered back, "That's one offer that I'll have to turn down, although it would be fun to shock all those old sinners. I want you so bad, I can taste it and yes, I'm talking about your seed! Some of the things you did to me are probably against the law and I loved it all. When we get to Hamton, you're gonna get it so bad, you won't be able to walk for a week. Cause you are my man now. I own you, cock and soul."

I let my hand sneak around a bit until she gently slapped it. "Behave you varmint, till we get where we're going."

She'd been right about one thing. We got to the Hamton Roads station about one in the morning. We were both very tired but they didn't have a so called black hotel any where nearby. So we had to sit around that small, empty station until about six when finally we were able to hire a buggy to take us out to the school. Hamton Industrial College. It was early Sunday morning and there were no classes until the next day so she snuck me into her room. It was small of course and the building was quite Spartan. However, she drew the drapes, locked the door and ordered me into her narrow bed forthwith. We were tired from the trip, however,nooky came first. She sank down upon me smothering my cock with kisses before gathering it into her streaming pussy. "I want this so bad. You're all mine now, Eddie Selwood. So I don't want to here any stories about you running off with some no account ho. I knows about your widow friend. I followed you back a few times and looked through the window. I knows you like your tom catting ways."

My face must have been a study in shock. "You saw that and still you wanted me?"

"Oh I was miffed for awhile but then I said to myself, self, he ain't married to you. You just met him and you be the one who is dragging him away from another girl. Self, I said, if you want this boy, you gotta takes what you get. You gotta fight for this man and offer him more than the other one. Besides, she white and she no good for no darkie no how. You better off with your kind."

I had to pinch myself in order to prevent myself from laughing. If she only knew. Lying under her was a man who'd once been a white racist. Her kind indeed. Her pussy was beginning to urge me to the finish line. God how that Lorna may could fuck! My dick was headed right for the end zone which was nestled deep in Lorna's cervix! She held nothing back and she was in definite heat. "Now give me that cock, you whore master! I want you to fuck me better than that depraved widow you been doing for the last six months. It'll serve her right if you pumped a black brat into her belly."

Her breasts were stuffing my mouth. She leaned down to add fuel to the fire. "I love you, Ed. You might be a bad, bad boy and you might be sin incarnate but I loves how you make me feel. Hey fool? Why you laughing?"

Her breast popped out of my mouth. "Sorry sweetie, I'm just groggy from the trip. You just might wear me out, you insatiable vixen."

"There's those fancy words again. Only you could come out with such high brow lingo while you're getting fucked by a totally fallen woman. Ooooo! God! Jam it up into me! Oooooo! Squirt it up my cunt. Give it to me! You just give your woman what she need!"

Those big breasts of hers were awesome. They bobbed and jutted, tempting my mouth to suckle and nip. My fingers did naughty little things to her clit and anal pucker. If she wanted it, she was going to get it all in spades, no pun intended. Somehow, I rolled her onto her back and resumed the charge. She was screaming so loud that she had to stuff her mouth with the pillow. Her legs were back to her ears letting me in to the max. I devoured her tits, toyed with her toes, slammed my tongue into her eager mouth and much more besides. My man meat crammed and stuffed that wildly convulsing pussy and it fought back with a contracting, spasming series of gyrations that eventually forced a rocketing stream of spunk to fill her to the brim and beyond. I'd asked her before about taking precautions but she would have none of it. All she wanted was to play hard, hot and often. I must say, she got her wish along with my cock and copious seed. At last we collapsed and slept till supper time. After a quick meal, we returned to her lovely room and made the beast a few more hours before another long bout of refreshing slumber rejuvenated us. Hey, hard core sex can be hard work!

5

Sam Armstrong was the head master of Hamton Normal Industrial College. He was a good looking man with a military bearing about him. He'd fought in the civil war; a little tidbit of useful information that Lorna May had given me between some very rowdy interplay. This fine gentleman actually got up from behind his desk to welcome me. This headmaster even shook my hand in spite of the fact that he was white and I was dark brown. "So you must be Edward Selwood. Lorna Havens stopped by an hour ago to tell me a bit about you. I do believe you've got yourself a fine woman there. I could tell by the way she talked about you that she's got her cap set for you."

Once he'd allowed me to sit down we got down to business. "So mister Selwood, why are you here."

"I've come to your school with the idea of teaching here."

That got Sam's attention. He sat up straighter. "Young man, you're younger than Miss Havens, so I'm told and yet you think you can teach here?"

I looked him right in the eye. "General, I know more than you think. I've read several books about how the pilgrims left England in that tiny ship and set up Plymouth colony. I followed the development of the individual colonies until the out break of rebellion. I've actually studied a great deal of Jefferson's writings with emphasis on his political theories. In addition, I've also reviewed documents both North and South through the civil war, including documented battle strategies of that horrible conflict with emphasis on Robert Lee's amazing tactics. The only reason Grant won the war was because he had three times what the South had. His strength was that he just kept plugging along where other men like McClellan retreated. I could go on concerning cultural and scientific advances since the era of Napoleon. I understand how economics work. It's a fine balance between productivity and taxation levels combined with perceived currency values. There's more of course but it would take several hours to fully discuss the entire model. It will take considerable time to prepare my lectures and study materials. This will require me to visit as many libraries as possible including some in our nation's capitol. It may be required for me to purchase additional books for your already extensive library with your approval of course."

Armstrong looked stunned. At last he asked me a few questions about source material which I easily answered. I even mentioned a few sources he'd never heard of. Finally he sat back looking at me with wonder in his hazel eyes. "How did you learn all this knowledge? It's far beyond the scope of my other instructors. You've even discussed Andrew Jackson's dealings with the nullification controversy in South Carolina. Where did you learn all this?"

I couldn't possibly tell him the whole truth. So I told him what I could. "I've read a lot of books sir. I search for knowledge like a miser lusts for gold."

"You can't be more than 20 and yet you possess maturity far beyond your years. I will consider this. Meet with me tomorrow morning."

Of course, Sam Anderson wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Within three weeks I'd set up a course of study for the ignorant lower classmen. It took a lot of inner fortitude to stop myself from screaming at these intellectual pigmies. One day in class I just couldn't hold back. "Listen you pack of no account field hands!" I could get away with that because I was one of them, at least in outward appearance. "How in the hell do you expect to ever be able to teach the young ones that will soon enter this hallowed institution." My use of the derogatory term, field hand definitely grabbed their collective attention. "Do I have to spoon feed you everything? Go to the library and read the fucking books!"

Now I really had their attention by using the f word. One of the reasons why I am an effective teacher is that I know precisely when and how to use profanity. The ladies present were horrified. A few of the bucks grinned. "Don't you get it? The white man says you are inferior. Up to this point, I find little to shatter that argument. Now if you need a dictionary, than use it. Webster will help you learn the three and four syllable words. So what if it takes you ten hours to read a few chapters rather than three? You've got to understand what you are reading. It all starts with the bleeding constitution and I'm not talking about the ship! If you don't understand the legal rights you now possess, you won't be able to protect them when some former slave catcher tells you that you no longer can vote! One of these days, they'll make you pass tests in order to go to the poles so you better be prepared."

One of the brighter morons asked the million dollar question. "How you know this?"

"Look el supremo, reconstruction is just about over. They got guys wandering around the Deep South wearing fucking white sheets and calling themselves the KuKluxKlan. They hang niggers just for kicks! Do you really think they're going to let blacks vote when they get their own rights reinstated? There ain't gonna be any more free food coming down republican railway tracks to buy your votes, no sir! Hell you won't be able to marry a white woman and supposedly all men are created equal. The reality today, mister Thomas is that all men are created equal except for women and blacks and the only way you have a Chinaman's chance in hell in fighting this is to get your had out of the furrow and read! Knowledge is power and in this case, black power!"

One of the younger students raised his hand, shyly. "Yes, Mister Washington?"

Booker's voice was soft, yet sombre. "There's fire and brimstone in your words, professor. You are an inspiration to us, you really are. I don't blame you for being upset with us. I don't know where or how you learned all this seeing as how you are one of our contemporaries, however, we must approach white supremacy with caution. Their methods of repression can be brutal and devastating."

"You are right. We must be as wise as serpents and as harmless as doves. We must nurture relationships with the most liberal of congressman to champion our cause. Stories of Klan brutality must be published in the press, even if it is only published in the North. We must still use the North against the South, ladies and gentlemen. I do apologize for some of my language but I need to emphasize the importance of truly becoming learned. There are only two possible approaches to this issue. Either Bookers way which is to say that we must kiss white ass until he decides to give us what we want. I'm not saying that approach is wrong. Just be clear in your minds as to what it really means. The other way and Booker is right when he says we aren't quite ready yet, but it is to fight this racial perfidy in the courts and in congress. Shove their injustice up their collective noses so they can smell how bad it stinks. Always remember under what horrifying circumstances your ancestors were force to enter these United States. So when you or your future students end up sweeping the streets or shining the rich white's shoes, I hope you recall what I told you today. All men have dignity and it is time we really did remove our chains."

The class looked at me in stunned silence. Apparently no one had ever challenged them like I'd just done. In a much softer voice I admonished them. "Read books, knowledge is all power. Trust me on that one."

They murmured amongst themselves as they filed out of the very Spartan classroom. I was left alone with my thoughts and I had to laugh at myself. Here I was, a white man in a black skin through an accident instigated by the higher powers, practically preaching a black power sermon to a bunch of under privileged nobodies. I didn't have long to wait to see Lorna's reaction.

We were alone in my room and she tore into me. "Who do you think you are, Edward Selwood? Word got around the school! Armstrong is probably gonna fire you when he gets the good word. Then what are you gonna do? What am I gonna do?"

"We don't matter much in the overall scheme of things. Maybe I can get a job as a fortune teller."

Lorna got right in my face. I'll say this about her; she is one stand up broad. "Are you joshing me? Why do you think a no account nigger like you gonna get a good job?"

"Maybe I'll run for president."

My ears rang from a resounding slap she delivered to the left side of my face. "What? You must be daft! They'd kill you first! Wake up, we only been free a dozen years! You think those white boys gonna vote for some loud mouthed darky?"

I riveted her with a glare that should have turned most mortals to stone. "You got two choices, Lorna. You can stay with me for the wildest ride of your life or you can go back to sniffling around your home town, looking for books and sweeping up after your whimpering old man. It's your choice. Oh, I'm sorry; you could choose some loser who's trying to learn multiplication in this here college. It appears I'm way ahead of this time. So what will it be??

I could see the struggle in her face. Rage struggled with the lusts of her lower regions. On one hand, her pride could not let her abide such arrogant male ideas. On the other hand, her cunt was probably itching for my carnal intrusions. Her eyes finally flashed. Pride had won. In that moment, I was proud of her even though my cock was the loser. "Mister Selwood, you can go to hell. You aren't the only man on this planet. Maybe a man like Booker is what we need right now. I know you care for our cause but your ideas gonna get a lot of us killed. Well I don't wanna get lynched along side you. If you wanna be a martyr why then you go right ahead. Find some stupid darky wench to bed with. Let her be the sacrifice. It sure as hell ain't gonna be me." Her voice suddenly got husky, trembling with an inner drive I could only guess at. "I'll say this, if there were a million like you, we'd sure be really free. I'm just too much of a coward to go where you wanna go. I'm sorry." With that she walked out of my life. As predicted, Sam Armstrong gave me the good word. After the semester was over, I was to find employment elsewhere.

6

Radical ideas were not in vogue in the year of our lord 1877. So I decided to go back to Worcester. I wondered if my old room was still available. I'd saved my money so I kept about ten dollars in my pocket and the rest I used to purchase stock in Alexander Graham Bell's new telephone company. I knew long term that those stocks would be worth a ton in about twenty years or so. I knocked at the solid wood door at 25 Elm Street. I figure she's at home, she almost always is. When Victoria finally opened the door her blue eyes practically bugged out of her pretty head. Her mouth opens in astonishment "Why mister Selwood?"

"In the flesh ma'am. I stop by to see if my old room still be available. Looks like I'll be in town a long time. White folks don't rightly like uppity Africans in the old South."

She shook her head as if to clear it. "How could you have just left me like that? No good bye. No explanation except for that brief note. You understand how lonely I've been? Did you even care?"

I looked around the sidewalk. A couple of white women were approaching about two blocks away. "Can we discuss this in private, Misses Holt?"

She must have seen them coming as well because she quickly ushured me in that familiar hallway. "I don't know whether to jump on you or rip your face right off! Damnation, Edward! I just about died when I found your room empty."

I gently moved her face up with my finger. "Do you want me back?"

She gripped my forearm. Vicky hissed, "This time you stay in my quarters. No more sneaking off. If you need to head off somewhere, you do me the courtesy of discussing it, you understand me, boy?"

"What about the rent?"

"I don't want your bloody money! I'm not your whore! I'm a woman who's in love with you. That's why I'm so angry! Now you get in my bed this instant and service me till supper time. I'm so wet I could drown and you just stand there like some unfeeling clod. Get me into that bed and fuck the living daylights out of me, you randy letch!"

"Get your clothes off, slut! You want my dick, you earn it baby!"

A strange gleam came into her eyes. "Rip them off me, boy and fuck me on the floor. Take me like the animal that you are! I ain't got no renters right now so you can hump me till kingdom come and nobody is going to know about it. Come on, stud! Rip my dress off and fucking rape me like a man!"

I figured she must have been hard up but this was something new. Gone was the demure, former house wife. I grabbed her front and tore at it, destroying a perfectly fine dress in the process. I found her undergarments a bit more challenging. In the mean time my own pants were dragged off by her clumsy, anxious hands. Then she was sucking my cock while I finished reducing her to sheer nakedness. All she had on were her stockings, ring and ear pieces. She was wet all right. Her drenched gash surged all over my meat, working it and stroking it with a recklessness that perhaps equalled Lorna's intensity. Victoria had lost control. "Fuck me you darky stud! God, how I missed you! Harder! Bang me sore, you no account...."

At that point I muffled any further profanity with a thoroughly debouched kiss. My dick was on fire! Her need for me was transcendent. I practically crushed her breasts while I drove into her with mammoth thrusts. "Take it bitch and like it! Fuck my cock! You want me to stay with you, then you have to put out like a grade a slut, Vicky! You want my big black cock, than you fuck it like some dock side fox! Do me! Grip it and fuck it! Oh yeah, you piece of white trash! You just love it!"

She was suffering one intense orgasm. "Yes! Anything! Just stay in my cunt! You can fuck cum into my mouth and screw my asshole sore! Anything you want. I missed you so bad the last seven months. I thought I'd die! Then you just show up out of nowhere, like you own me! Oooo! Fuck yes! Eeeeaaaggghhhh! More! Aaaaaahhhhh! More, fuck boy! Oh Christ! You do own me!"

Obviously she'd picked up on a lot of the expressions I'd taught her when we'd first been making the beast. Her inner drives and filthy language was definitely fit for the gutter. However, my cock liked the sounds and phrases she kept vocalizing. "Lift your legs, slut and work me till I cum! Grip it harder,! Like that! Oh yeah, you learn quick, you wicked little witch! Aaaaahhhhh! Christ! What a fucking box!"

Hey, I'm only human, even if I am black now. It felt so good to pour that spunk into Vicky's torrid flesh. I hadn't had any in weeks and I was ready to rock. "Now, my designing land lady, service me proper on your bed. You ain't gonna get away from me until the dawn's early light."

I lifted her up and carried her in my strong arms. "You gonna force that huge dick into my cunt now? You gonna make me fuck until you sleep?"

I laughed at her as I kicked her bedroom door open. "I ain't gonna sleep, cunt. You gonna be so sore in the morning, you won't be able to piss. Now suck my cock hard and get those stockings off. I want every inch of you, inside and out."

Her smile was positively radiant. After all, she had her darky stud back and her cunt was still burning for some more lively action. I pushed her back on the bed and straddled her. "Now you suck on this, you hot mama! Get it down your throat and swallow it to the hilt. You are my white chick whore now so act like it!"

Apparently my macho talk was keeping her at fever pitch. All she said was "anything you want, Edward."

Soon she was gurgling and gagging all over that long, sticky piece of dark meat. She was reasonably attractive. I couldn't figure out why she couldn't get another white man with a house and all her enticing talents. In any case, I soon was perked up and I pulled out of her gasping mouth and realigned my dick to her slot. "Yes, jig, take it! Stick it all the way in and just fuck me!"

I slammed din! If anything her cunt was even more frenzied than before. The room was filled with her screams and howls of passion. I swear the bitch was doing orgasms practically non stop. I kept pounding into her hard and fast, intending to please this free meal ticket to the max. "I own your cunt, bitch! You agree?"

"Yes, Eddie, yes! Anything you want! I'll cook for you, clean your laundry! Anything you want, just keep fucking me morning noon and night."

"Not sure about noon. I gots to get a job. Gotta buy more Alex Bell stock. But don't you worry none. You'll get more ass than a toilet. Now shut up and work it, you sleazy little sex pot!"

I could call her everything and anything. It only spurred her on to even more depravity. It amazed me to see how licentious this outwardly prim and proper lady could be. It was like she had a split personality or something. One thing was for sure. There was no artifice in her rutting. She was a horny female animal who required some very rough service from my 9 inch dinger. Sometimes I suckled on her large breasts. A few times I stuck her toes in my mouth. Most of the time, however, we were linked mouth and groin. She even got her legs around me and locked the ankles just right with a bit of instruction from me. "Haul me into your cunt, slut! Keep me deep and fuck it! Yeah, like that, my sweet Vicky! You gonna make me a fine supper and then it's back in this sack for a dessert. You want my dick for a treat? Then you fucking earn it! Work me for it!"

"Yes, anything! My cunt is yours! My mouth is yours!"

"Even your ass hole?"

"Yes, anything! God, I almost burned up inside when you were gone. I wanted to kill you. I cursed your name! I fucked myself with carrots but it did no good. Aaaahhh! Oh merciful fucking Christ! Yes! Eeeeeeeaaaaggghhhhhh! Uuuuuggghhhhhh! Come on chucker! Burst that pipe for me! Pour that cum into my fucking pussy! Fuck a brat into my belly! I don't care who knows! I want it all!"

Blam! I just love those magic words! It felt like half my soul got pumped into her box! "Now get your mouth on my dick and clean it up proper. Do it now!"

I pulled out of her and dutifully, she guided my dick to her open mouth. "Softly slut, I'm pretty tender after trying to satisfy your lust. Now suckle on it. Adore that big black cock with your tongue." I hissed in my breath. She was really good. She'd learned many exciting lessons that I'd taught her months ago. At last I was satisfied. "Time for din-din, Vicky. So you be a good girl and get the grub ready while I read the newspaper. Gotta find a job. Even if I'm staying here rent free, I gotta chip in for food and other requirements."

She smiled at me. "I'm so glad to have you back. You wanna help out with food and such, that will be fine. But you my boy now. You won't need to go out with any of those low class black whores. I'll take care of that big dick of yours. You won't need anyone else, not for a long time anyway."

I looked through the paper. Irish not need apply was surprisingly prevalent. Well I wasn't Irish so that, at least was a help. I didn't feel like being a porter or Wagoner. Factory jobs were long hours and boring as hell according to what I'd read in the history books. I was sure the library job was gone though I'd certainly stop by to see. It was about thirty years to early for the mafia although there probably was some sort of street crime around somewhere. Well, that didn't really interest me unless it was fixing horse races or something. Real estate agents required, I couldn't see me being a realtor in this society although it was probably a relatively easy job. Show a sucker the property and fill in the blanks. I could pick up a lot of knowledge from the registry of deeds and a few conversations with the company manager. It was a long shot but what the hell?

********

Mister Selwood, I understand you wished to se me?" Tom Shaw got up from behind the desk to shake my hand. I lifted my brows slightly and looked surprised. "I was in the abolition movement, sir. Glad to be of service to you."

"I'm honoured sir. I'm offering my services as a real estate agent. I am familiar with the proper structure of deeds and the basic design of a purchase and sale agreement."

"A what?" He looked genuinely surprised.

"You know, a contractually binding agreement between the buyer and the seller stipulating precise conditions of sale along with the agreed upon sales price and banking requirements."

"Oh, I see. We just call it the offer. Pretty classy name, purchase and sale agreement. Where'd you learn that?"

"Thought it up myself sir. After all, a good agent protects both the buyer and the seller. That's how we get repeat business and our reputation grows."

"Quite right. You seem to have a lot of knowledge for one so young. Where'd you learn all this?"

"I read books, a lot of books." By now this answer was sounding lame, even to me.

He had regained his seat. "All right, here's a hypothetical case. Mister Adams wants to buy a home for $1500. However he only has $300 and he has to go to a bank to borrow the rest. What would you do as the agent?"

"First of all, I would protect the seller. If the deal falls through, I want the seller to stick with us. The price must be agreed to and a time limit must be placed in the contract so that the seller isn't waiting forever. I believe two weeks is reasonable. However in the case where a buyer has to sell an existing property, he should not be permitted to put an offer on another property unless the bank has approved a blanket mortgage. As for the buyer, the property should be taken off the market while he is obtaining financing. The agreement can also be subject to proper inspections and appraisals. For instance, if the bank appraises said property for ten percent less than the asking price, it is unlikely the bank will finance. However, all these issues should be thoroughly discussed between both parties before anything is signed and witnessed."

"Amazing! You walk into this office, basically off the street and you could probably teach half my agents a thing or two or three. All right, mister Selwood, I'll give you a try. How do you propose to get listings?"

"I tell you what; you show me how to get the first five listings. I'm very new to this area. You get me started and I'll run with it. I do believe I can get referrals once the ball gets rolling.

7

Needless to say, Vicky was overjoyed that I'd been able to get the realtor job so soon. My new boss had even leant me a few books, just to reinforce my knowledge base. After a very nice supper, I pulled her to the bedroom. "Time to reward me, slut. Get those clothes off and get your holes ready. You gonna get some major porking right now."

She whimpered and blushed. "Well, I never!"

"Yes you have! Now strip and spread! You know what I want and what I'm gonna take!"

Soon she was lying below me, wiggling her hips and panting with anticipation. "Please, you darky animal, be gentle. I'm so sore from yesterday. You hurt pretty pussy so bad with your unspeakable behaviour!"

"Shut up and fuck,you lewd minx !" I shoved it straight in, stroking like a man on a mission! She's squealing from the pleasing agony of being taken roughly. "You fucking whore master! You're making me cum! You're forcing me to sin all over that horrible dick of yours! Oh fuck! Harder! Force me! Fuck me! Hurt me! Squirt me until I swell!"

I slowed down a little to catch my breath. "Don't you dare stop, fuck boy! Scratch my itchy cunt! God, I've wanted you all day!"

Apparently these Victorian women were incorrigible hypocrites. They went to church and acted like paragons of righteousness in public. Behind closed doors they were as rabid as the worst porn chicks from my own time. They swore and cursed, lusted and did tricks with just as much passion if not more. Vicky had sucked my cock and swallowed quarts of spunk. Her pussy was inflamed and sore from over use. Even her tiny rectum had seen service and still, this cock craving Trollope could not get enough. Did I have some power over women that I'd never had before when I had been white in a white man's world? Was women's liberation actually counter productive? Maybe Vicky could put the word out that Edward Selwood was an agent with some very intriguing qualities. It was worth mentioning. So next morning I did.

She smirked behind a cup of coffee. "I think that‘s a marvellous idea, Edward, my sweet. I know at least a dozen ladies at church who are just dying to show how modern minded they are. Half of them were big for abolition even though they wouldn't have been caught dead alone with one. They'll probably want to see if the trained monkey can do the job. I'll get right on it. You just study those books and keep Mister Shaw happy. He is a stuffy Presbyterian but we can't hold that against him. Everyone isn't' cut out to be Episcopalian like I am."

I stared up at the ceiling. This woman was too much. She was a bible thumping Deborah in the church and a carnal carnivore inside her bedroom. "Victoria Holt you are one piece of work."

Her answer was smug and cheeky. "Why thank you mister Selwood....I think."

*******

As it turned out, Mrs. Wright was my first customer. It had nothing to do with Tom Shaw's training either. You see, the right honourable and stuffy Mrs. Wright was a pillar in Vicky's church. Of course I never attended because I didn't want to spoil Vicky's spotless reputation, at least not yet. Sometimes I wondered what that damned soul adjuster intended for me to learn. Well one thing was for sure. A black man had the same drives and urges, just like a white man. I needed food, drink and Vicky's wild pussy. Well any pussy would do, but you get the drift.

I wasn't prepared for the ambush. Mrs. Melody Wright, fifty years young and still quite curvy in the right places. Her dress had to be at least ten years out of fashion but I couldn't tell. Vicky had mentioned that Mrs. Wright was old fashioned. I was invited into her sitting room soon after I arrived at her Burncoat street mansion. Well an 18 room Victorian monstrosity is pretty damned close to a mansion. "I understand you have a property you wish to place on the market, Mrs. Wright."

She smiled and offered me a small cake to accompany my tea. I'll say this, she was quite gracious for a stuck up paragon. "That is correct, mister Selwood. A member of my congregation spoke very highly of you. She said your service was outstanding."

Was it the twinkle in her eye that gave it away or was it the husky inflection in her tone when she spoke the word, service? I kept sipping the tea and smiling as if I knew what she was talking about. "Anyway, we have a rental property in the less affluent part of town. We've owned it since before the war and we just don't need the aggravation of dealing with the lower elements of society anymore, Irish you know. Frightful people!"

I held my peace. All the Irish I'd ever known would have given you the shirt off their backs if they had one to give. "So if you don't mind me asking, how much did you pay for the property?"

"Let me see, it was back in 57, just about the time we had the recession. I believe we paid $850 for the place. Of course we've put some money into the property since then. How much do you think we can get for it presently?"

"Well ma'am, I'd have to do my homework. I don't like tossing off prices off the top of my head. A customer of your calibre is entitled to my most careful devotion. If I were to guess, I'd say at least $1200 but I'd have to inspect the property, review recent sales and even discuss possible values with the bank. I may look like I'm fresh off the trees but I am a serious professional with standards of excellence when it comes to satisfying client needs." That was as daring as I would dare. If she didn't pick up on the hint, then she probably had nothing else in mind anyway. As far as her person, I could take her or leave her. Greying hair and facial wrinkles weren't exactly my cup of tea, pardon the pun.

Abruptly she got up. "Mister Selwood, would you be so kind as to come with me, Plese?"

I dutifley followed this supercilious nag into a hall and up some stairs. I was not especially surprised when she led me into her bed chamber. It was an excursion into Victoriana. From the opulent four poster bed to the ornate vanity and dresser to the elaborate cedar chest, it was all there like some fucking museum except this was no museum. On the backs of chairs, both male and female clothing was draped. A few socks were scattered on the floor and the bed had not been made. She shut the door behind me. I looked at her. "Mrs. Wright, why have you brought me in here? What about your husband?"

She chuckled and her face seemed to become radiant if still mid aged in appearance. "Oh, Harry's got his hands full at the brokerage office He won't be back till six. It's only one now. I am prepared to give you that listing. However, I need some gentle persuasion. You come very highly recommended."

She looked like she was salivating. Tentatively,I reached my hand forward. She clasped it and held it against her right breast. Then she ground it against her even harder while lifting her face to be kissed. "I do hope, mister Selwood that I don't have to draw you a map."

"No ma'am, I get the message." At least she was gracious enough to help me unloose the various hooks and buttons on that damned dress of hers. Christ you'd think that clothing designers of the 19th century were attempting to enforce chastity or something. For a so called pillar of the church, she got right at it. I found myself underneath her, swishing my tongue on her stinking crotch while she practically ingested my cock with her ravenous mouth on the spot. I decided to give it to her doggie style so I wouldn't have to look at her face. Her hair was nice but even I have my limits. Soon I got behind the old girl and started energetically servicing the lusty cow. "Aha! Aha! Aha! Yes, you big black chucker stud! She said you'd be superb! God! I haven't been stretched out like that in years! Do it deep and hard! Service me you young buck! God! Fucking Christ! What a cock! Aaaauuuggghhh! Ooooo! You fucking animal! You beast! Yes! Give me that jungle dick!"

My balls slapped against her groin. Each thrust sent shivers down my prick and quivers up her cunt. IT might have been an older pussy but it sure must have recalled better days because it was gripping me with eager flexing that would have given competition to some hookers I'd known in my own time. I slapped her rump. "Ride it slut! Work it! You want me to sell your house, you fuck for it!"

She screeched with a sudden explosion of orgasm! "Oooooo! She said it would be good, but this is fucking heroic! Stay hard, boy! I want it again! Force me to cum! This is the best I've had in years! Yes! Like that! Nice and hard!"

I could believe it. Just to make her feel good, I grabbed her baggy breasts, squeezed hard and blasted my rod into her churning depths! "You fucking monster! Yes! Fill it! I wish I could get this for a month of Sundays. I'm definitely telling my sister about you. Her hubby's can't even get it up. Oh, God! I'm gonna cum! I can't stop! Ram it hard you fucking bastard! Yes! Ooooo! Faster, faster, faster! Aaaahhhhh! Yyyyeeessss!"

Again her cunny practically crushed my meat. Her quaking, gripping sheath finally forced me to respond and I gritted my teeth and swore as my juices were practically wrenched out of my swollen balls and pumped into her sinful vortex. When I saw her face again, it was flushed as red as a beat but her smile was dazzling. She almost looked ten years younger. Hell she was almost attractive after love. "Mister Selwood, she should have warned me about you. You are such a depraved hedonistic lecher. However, I did promise you the listing and you shall have it. In fact, I would be very grateful if you come around about once a week to give me an update on how things are progressing."

I grinned down at her. "I believe in providing the highest quality customer service ma'am. All referrals will be most appreciatively accepted. I guaranty excellence in performing my duties."

She got the message all right. Three weeks later, I had an offer of $1400 for the rental property and three more properties for sale courtesy two hungry widows and a stuck up wife that wasn't getting any from dear old hubby. Within three months I was the top salesman second only to Mister Shaw himself.

One morning, Shaw called me into his office. "Young man, I'm impressed. Not only did you sell three of the initial referrals I gave you but you drummed up four others. My goodness, you made commissions of over $600 in only four months. I'm just curious, what are you going to do with all that money?"

"I'm purchasing Bell telephone stock."

"What? That new fangled invention? It'll never amount to much."

"Well if it does, my position will be worth many thousands of dollars. But you didn't call me in here to talk about the stock market."

He got serious. "No, I didn't. Everything is against you. Your color, your youth and the fact you're not originally from around here. Where are you from, anyway?"

I sat back and took my time answering. I had to be careful. I'm originally from Ontario Canada, near Kingston. My father escaped from a damned plantation in South Carolina and used the underground railway to slip into the relative safety of Canada. That is why I don't have a typical field hand accent, Mister Shaw. As to my surprising success, I believe in providing outstanding customer service. I don't mind sacrificing extra time and even a few dollars to obtain those all important referrals."

Shaw became thoughtful. "Yes, you seem to do that quite well. I can't help noticing that all of your clients are older women though presumably their respective husbands are part of the process."

"Undoubtedly, sir." I was going to play this close to the vest.

Shaw was past fifty and no fool. "I just hope your conduct is as of high a standard as your sales ethics. Like any other moral community, almost everything is forgiven except scandal."

"I understand perfectly sir. Confidentially speaking, my clients are always right and anything they might tell me is forgotten the moment the contract is fulfilled. I have plenty on my plate without lowering myself to gossip."

He smiled at that. "Yes, you're older than your years. Well you just keep those listings appearing on our board and we'll both continue to do well. I can't do this forever."

"Perhaps not, sir but my guess is that you could go another 15 to 20 years. You keep fit and you're two steps ahead of the competition."

He held up his hand, "Thanks in part to your efforts."

*******

It never ceased to amaze me. So many rich people owned an almost unlimited number of rat infested flats. I'd had to check them out to fix a value. Inwardly I thanked some God for letting me run into that vixen, Vicky. At least her house was clean and comfortable. Her cunt was clean, her mouth expressive and her anal cavity a canal of exquisite vice. It was but a ten minute walk to the office. Mister Shaw was kind enough to let me use a company buggy so my overhead was like virtually nothing. A few days earlier, I'd had to invest twenty five dollars in a better quality suit because I had an important appointment with a one, Mrs. Beckham of the prestigious Highland street crowd. I mean this broad was worth a ton and then some. Shaw was hesitant to send me but then again, I'd gotten the referral. "Be as sweet as molasses." Shaw had admonished him just before I'd cracked the whip on the horse. "I aim to please, Mister Shaw."

Naturally he didn't know the full extent of my comment. As expected, a butler admitted me and even made sure my horse was properly tethered and fed. I was directly ushered into the formal drawing room. A fine looking woman stood up as I entered. "That will be all, Billings, if you Plese."

To my inner surprise, she had a Brit accent. "Please be so kind as to come this way, mister Selwood."

"Forgive me for asking, but are you originally from Great Britain, ma'am?"

"Why yes, how could you tell?"

I thought for a moment, "I would say, midlands, perhaps Lancashire."

"Uncanny! How is that you could have guessed?"

"Your accent is distinctive ma'am. Obviously you are clearly upper class with a superior finishing school education. Your manners are impeccable."

"Why thank you. You are an American and obviously from the lower class of society, yet how do you know all this?"

"I was raised in Ontario, Canada, mum."

"Ah, that could explain it. Well, you certainly are a pleasant surprise. My husband is American of course, but we won't hold that against him." Her laughter tinkled like distant church bells in the relative quiet of the room. Only a grandfather clock tocked away in the far corner. "You come very highly recommended by Mrs. Donaldson. She told me in quite explicit terms that you provide the highest quality client service. I believe she said that there is a lot more to real estate than merely selling."

I was giving her the eye. Her dress, though conservative, highlighted her attributes. She was probably late thirties, somewhat over weight but she was desirable being very busty. Certainly she was several notches above my more recent conquests, if you could call them that. Her lips opened slightly, permitting her tongue to flick seductively between them. At last I asked the million dollar question. "How may I be of service to you, mum?" Just as an aside, when dealing with the upper crust, it is always best to observe every possible emenity. They just love a person who verbally bows and scrapes.

"Come this way, mister Selwood. Oh, and don't worry, my husband is tied up at the bank all day."

Her perfume was intoxicating and her hips swayed as she led me to another sumptuous Victoriana bed chamber. If I could have transported this stuff to Y2K, I'd been a millionaire several times over. Chippendale dressers line one wall while a king sized four poster dominated the center of this stunning room. Full length mirrors accented two walls while leaded glass windows gave privacy on a pair of exquisite French doors that undoubtedly led to a garden. The oriental carpet was so thick I felt like I was sinking into it. She took me by the hand and led me to the bed. Then she turned to face me. "as I said, you come very highly recommended. Now why don't you undress me and convince me to give you the listing?"

Once I'd gone through the ordeal of divesting her of a myriad of clothing including intricate underwear, I swiftly took off my own. She grasped my tool and wasted no time in engulfing it in her salacious mouth. It was as if she hadn't had nooky for a month. What was with these women? Were they really that hard up or did they just want to try black cock? I helped her on the bed and lay atop her, restuffing my meat into her mouth while eating the pleasantly plump lady to a quick release. She kept right on sucking, obviously desiring further dalliance. Her tits were large and fleshy so I certainly had no problem toying with them. Her pussy tasted surprisingly fresh and clean. She must have prepared for this encounter by having the decency of bathing first. For that, I really cleaned her clock! I even stuck my tongue into her anus which really lit her fire.

At last she spoke when I manoeuvred myself to enter her dribbling cunt with my trusty shaft. "I knew your kind were jungle beasts but you sir are beyond belief." Her smile belied her mild criticism. I gripped her tits hard and she guided me into her soft sheath. "Now you aristocratic hussy! Fuck my dick! Clutch it hard and show me how much of a slut you really are!"

I swear she almost climaxed on the spot! How that sex craving bitch shuddered and shook! She cried out with sincere passion and still I drove home, giving her no respite! "Work it! You want a hot black cock, than you earn it! You want jungle lust; than you better fuck that big black dick. If you're real good, I'll fuck your rectum for you to. Just think what it will feel like to have all my meat crammed anywhere I want. You winsome whore! You never had it this good before, have you?"

"NO! Christ in heaven! Its so big and deep in my cunt! Harder, do it harder! Stretch it further! Oh God! You're ripping me apart! I love it!"

"Lift your legs, slut, right back to your ears. You're going to get every inch crammed down your wicked chute!"

I took the opportunity to suck her toes and crush her tits while my dick drilled and surged into her gyrating depths! "Yes! Fuck me! Ram that stick up my pussy like a man! She said you were good but I had no idea! You're a fucking beast! You're so thick and long! Ram it! Fucking shaft my cunt, you hot jungle bunny!"

"Do I get the listing? Hmmm?"

"Yes, of course! No question! Just don't stop! You can spurt in my mouth and fuck my arse, anything! I can't believe how bloody big you are!"

I sped up, driving her silly! She shrieked with passion. She swore a blue streak before I finally jetted a mother load of spunk right where nature had provided the spot. "Now whore suck it hard! I want your rectum next! You are now my whore and I'll do anything I want to you until your hubby comes home. Do I own your holes, slut? Well do I?"

"Yes, a thousand times, yes! If I wasn't married I'd make you live with me for fucking years! I've never had a cock this good! Just keep fucking me! I don't care where!"

I got her into the dog position, used some of her pussy juice to lube her anus and split her asunder. She screamed when I popped through her anal ring and then I pounded her mercilessly. She clawed at the beddings and the pillows. I held her wide hips and blasted that fat ass. "Fuck my arse! Fuck my arse! Fucking take it all! Oh fuck! It hurts! You're driving me crazy! Yes! You fucking savage! Yes!"

I hoped the butler wasn't listening outside her door. She was making a lot of noise. My new customer desperately lunged back, urging me to ravish her anus to the absolute max. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes! Yyyyeeeessss!"

It felt like her entire groin exploded. Her orgasm must have destroyed her reason. She started screaming like a banshee until at last she collapsed in a heap in front of me with my bone still lodged all the way in her twitching anus. I kept pounding on. After all, I had to satisfy myself as well. I grabbed her oversized breasts, twisted the nipples savagely and slammed into that blessed tightness with all the force my member could muster. She moaned and tried to respond. At last her rim gripped me the right way and I ejaculated the second river of gizz into her rear passage. Then I released her and rolled her onto her back. "Clean it." I shove my penis into her mouth and to my surprise, she guzzled on it greedily, suckling it until it was clean as a whistle. "Now any time you need an update on how your listing is progressing, you just invite me over to see you again and we'll resume our very intimate communications. Does that meet with your approval?"

"Very much," She was still gasping for air. "I do believe, mister Selwood that we do have an understanding. I naturally will need you to come back here tomorrow to pick up the paper work and renew our special customer, agent relationship. But please don't go yet. Could you be so kind as to squirt another burst into my pussy? You have no idea how marvellous it feels. I know I'm not very attractive but I need copulation as much as the next person.

I looked down at her with genuine compassion in my eyes. "Mrs. Beckham, you must believe me when I tell you that you are a very desirable woman. Do you think I could have cum twice inside of you so quickly if you were ugly? You've a sweet personality and I love your large breasts. Your carnal parts are exquisite and full of life. I hope your husband is intelligent enough to realize the treasure he has."

She didn't say anything to that but tears welled up in her eyes. At last she spoke. "That is the most lovely thing anyone has ever told me. It's so remarkable. It takes an African heathen to grace me with such gallantry. I know, you were born and raised in Canada. You know what I mean."

"Sadly I do, mum. You probably deserve more love than you are getting. Did you marry for money?"

She sighed, "That's impertinent but yes. Our aristocratic family needed some serious pecuniary consideration after years of poor investments. I was the lovely bait and Herbert was the taker. Will you stay a little longer?"

"Of course. Rub it a little and I'll re-enter the fray." She chuckled at that. Needless to say, another sizable commission was eventually earned.

*******

One thing was becoming clear. In spite of my vast virility, I apparently was sterile. I'd been pumping Vicky every night for months and her monthly bleeding continued like clockwork. Well maybe it was her problem but somehow it made sense. If I was effectively sent back in time, I couldn't be permitted to change anything important and progeny could have unforeseen effects on history. It seemed like most of the women I came in contact with were either a bit too old for motherhood or living alone or unhappily married. I was beginning to see a trend here. It was as if I'd been sent back to relieve lonely women of sexual tension that they ordinarily wouldn't have been able to. It was as if I had a special allure and it wasn't just because I was black or different. Something was going on. Every time I coupled with Vicky, I sensed it. She would have given her very soul to keep my cock wedged inside her. She told me as much often enough. This kind woman would have probably died of loneliness if I hadn't come along when I did. More than once I asked her forgiveness, for leaving her in the lurch for seven long months. I hadn't accomplished anything major down at Anderson's school in any case. I'd been trying to preach calculus to a bunch of fourth graders when it came to political thinking. Some of my former clients still begged me to come back. So occasionally I did and usual I got more referrals for my attentive amour. However, Beckham turned out to be an absolute hedonist. God that woman could not get enough. I think if she could have gotten away with it, she would have hired me on staff to do her ten hours every day. What should have been a long hour meeting usually dragged into two or three and she would weep when I had to leave. But she gave me some cracking leads. By the end of my first year at Shaw's, I'd rung up almost a very cool $3000 dollars, coin of the realm baby. I'm talking solid gold, solid! It was time to start my own business. The year 1878 looked very promising with the recession of the mid 70's rapidly disapating.

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Of course I kept on friendly terms with Mister Shaw. I made sure I occasionally split cases with him. However my new office was tucked in the third floor of the Howard building on Front Street. It was close to the action but quiet enough to avoid scrutiny. After all, even though my clients and prospective new ones didn't mind the alluring black stud hanging out in private, they weren't so keen to be seen with me in public. That is simply the way it was or is. Hell it is kind of confusing when you get right down to it.

Mrs. Beckham continued to be a very devoted connoisseur of dark meat. Three times per week, I had to make the short pilgrimage to her palatial residence to pick up a referral along with a superb piece of hot, responsive pussy. It seemed like each time I showed up, the more filthy her lusty sporting became. I would have to lick her ass hole before slamming my big nine into it. And that process was just to get her fires going. Her cunt fucking had become unbelievable. What was wrong with her husband? Christ, I could get used to this. I have no idea what this woman was telling other women about me but it was starting to get out of hand. I was getting so much pussy that I was beginning to have trouble satisfying sweet Vicky. At last I told her the problem.

She laughed, she actually laughed. "Oh, Edward! Why didn't you tell me? These ladies are such hypocrites. Mercy sakes! They won't give your cock a rest. It's too funny. I thought I was the only lecherous vixen in church. You have to slow down, baby. You don't need the money THAT badly. Hell you made more in a year than I made in ten. You should see your face, it's priceless."

She was a good sport about it and I almost felt like I was in love with this generous woman. "All right, I'll slow down a bit, just for you. Now why don't you spread wide so I can see if you're still hot for my Rod?"

She was.

8

Unfortunately, all good things seem to come to an end. From time to time, I'd seen some shifty characters hanging around. I wasn't sure what they were up to but I figured that somebody's husband had put two and two together. If I were a betting man, I'd put my money on Allister Beckham, bank manager par excellence. I'm not sure why I did this but I went to a lawyer with my shares of Bell Telephone and instructed him to give them to Victoria if anything bad happened to me. It was a premonition. HE looked at me rather strangely. "Mister Selwood, do you have any enemies in town?"

"I'm not sure. Nobody I could name. I just have a strange feeling that somebody is not happy with me."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Well if you change your mind, you can always pick these shares up, excepting on week ends of course."

I paid him his ten dollar fee and left the establishment. The rest of my money was in the bank and I set up Victoria as my beneficiary, just in case. Maybe I was being paranoid but my strange feelings came to fruition the next day. I was just leaving my office. As I locked the door, some Irish tough stuck a pistol into my rib cage. "You'll be coming along with us, mister Selwood if you don't want to get hurt."

I slowly turned and looked him in the eye. "Why top of the evening to you. "I gave him my best shit eating grin and imitated the Irish brogue close to perfection.

He stared at me for a long moment. "You wouldn't be trying to fun with us? That wouldn't be wise."

"We're on the same side, you know." I reverted back to my cultured, New England accent. "The Brits did us both in. They stole my ancestors from Africa and they let a million of your relatives die in the potato famine. Now I suppose you're going to do some dirty work for some bastard who can trace his ancestry back to London or Lancashire."

Regret fluttered briefly across his eyes. A hint of sadness actually entered his response. "You have a point there, laddie. We have nothing against you. We're just following orders. So come along quietly. Someone important wants to see you."

So I went along with them. They took me through some back alleys until I came to a run down warehouse. I didn't need to be told where to go. Another thug stood at a half open door and I entered a large room which stank of mould, human waste and God knew what else. Obviously this place hadn't been used in a long time. Another man waited inside. His face was covered by a mask. His clothing was top quality and the thugs gave him a wide birth. Then I noticed a few other men in the dim gloom behind him. They looked real tough, perhaps even cops. He spoke to the Irishman who'd brought me here. All right lads, you can go. Here's your money." He threw a small pouch to the man who'd spoken to me and they left quickly. The new more sinister group of men surrounded me. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the entertaining stud, mister Selwood. I've had your activities watched for quite some time. You're quite the entrepreneur, aren't you?"

I said nothing. Even with my superior physical skills I was outnumbered five to one and I had no weapon. He chuckled, "Nothing to say, eh? I'm the redoubtable mister Beckham but I suspect you already guessed that. You know, you would have gotten away with it if you'd only visited my slut of a wife once or twice. However, my butler is a very observant chap. He was quite shocked when he snuck a peek into my bedroom and saw you making the savage beast with my beloved." I opened my mouth. "Don't bother denying it. I'm sure my wife initiated the entire affair. I guess my two or three sessions with her per week wasn't enough for that hot blooded fox. Hell, I'm twenty years older! What did the Trollope expect? I was toying with a few ideas mister stud. I could let you go and order you to leave this state like for fucking ever. But there's always a chance that my depraved wife might track you down. She can use a detective agency just as easily as I can. Then I thought that maybe cutting your balls of would do the trick, but that would be so crude, beneath my dignity. Not only that but letting you go would not appease my own honour, if you have any concept of the word."

At last I got a word in. "Honour is the excuse of the upper class whenever they wish to circumvent the law for purposes of revenge or greed."

He finally took his mask off. The bleak stare that greeted my eyes actually scared me. No wonder his wife had to look elsewhere for consolation. I've never seen such an ugly face before saving some of the early horror movies. His shifty eyes were his best feature. I don't know what happened to his skin but it looked like it had been burned off and re-grown. He chuckled. "I was in the war and a cannon exploded a bit to close to me. I fought in that war so niggers like you could be free and then your kind shows up and defiles my bed. Take a good look at the man you wronged, boy. Elton, do your duty!"

I never heard the shot that killed me. Poof! I'm in limbo or whatever that featureless plain was called again. "All right, you win. I'll try the mansion world. People are just as bad no matter which century you enter."

The thing shifted towards me and that thought invasive voice touched my inner being. "Come with me then. I have searched your thought an memories and you have shown considerable growth especially with reference to racial issues. You'll only have to spend a few centuries on Mansion world level 2. In fact, you'll meet the redoubtable mister Beckham there. I suspect he won't be pleased to see you but he'll have to live with it. If its any consolation, he'll b there a lot longer than you will. His wife, by the way is already on Mansion three along with Victoria. It's the old saying; love covers a multitude of sins."

"Figures." That as the last thing I recall before I found myself in this lovely hall with glowing marble and emerald pillars. Not bad for a backward mansion world. if I do say so myself.