Southern Nights, Hot Nights

I learned only when I moved there for a teaching assignment at one of the local community colleges why it’s called the deep south, rather than just the south. Thanks to the summer humidity, the further in you go, the more it feels like you’re underwater. When Teri and I found a rental house, it had shade trees and big windows to capture the breeze, but no central air. The nearest Walmart was forty miles away, and completely sold out.

Nights in the town of Picsquita seemed to be livelier than the days, no doubt because of the heat. It was an old community, with mostly old housing arranged haphazardly in the zoned sections of town, and in utter chaos outside. Our yard was not large, but better than some. Even so, it was densely packed for a rural town. By day it may as well have been dead but for the required businesses and government offices forced to stay open. By night, the people seemed to roam. Their voices competed with the chorus of crickets, bullfrogs, and creatures a New-Englander like me couldn’t even identify. On a night like this one, with the bright moon aiding the aging fleet of high pressure sodium discharge streetlights winking off and on at random, the community turned into a lightly seething entity of its own.

Teri, I think, was less impressed than I was, which took some effort. A native Minnesotan, she was even more bothered by the mugginess, and couldn’t even take pleasure in the lush green foliage as I could. We weren’t married, yet. Given the tense silence that reigned by the end of our second week there, I wasn’t sure we would be any time soon.

“There’s a dog in the yard,” she said to me one evening as I returned from the kitchen.

“Okay. It’ll leave.”

“Just go check. We’ve got the garbage cans out tonight.”

So I headed out the side door. The lawn was only ten or so feet wide on that side of the building, with a high fence around our neighbor’s lawn. I didn’t see a dog, but the moonlight was producing shadows, and only a yellow streetlight glow from a hundred feet away gave me any light. I heard people on the street. Our floodlight was missing a bulb.

But there was someone out there. I only saw her when my eyes adjusted. She was a girl, in her teens maybe. She was a black girl, making her harder to see in the dim light. She was standing to my right, far from the street. Only her white teeth were clear to me. I realized she was severely underdressed. She had on a pair of cutoff blue jean shorts and apparently one shoe. That was it. She was completely bare breasted.

“Hey, Shauna!” Someone on the street was calling out, sounding angry. The girl seemed to be cringing at the voice. Her boyfriend? Or ex? There were certainly enough people out and about at that late hour. Since the door was hinged on my right, I gestured her over to hide behind it, which she gratefully did. I spotted a trio of teen boys on the street. One of them looked over to me, but continued on their way. When they were gone, the girl, Shauna, got out from behind the door. She looked at me, still without speaking. It was still hard to see her until she moved out of the shadow of the door and into the light from the living room. As our eyes met, the crickets picked that moment to suddenly stop, as crickets sometimes do at night. It was a strange sensation, being in that town.

“Well, you may as well come in now,” I said.

“Okay,” she replied. Once inside I could see I was right. She was a teen, wearing only jean shorts and one shoe. She was cute, though.

“What the fuck?” It was Teri, standing at the kitchen door. “Who the hell is that?”

“Shauna, it would seem,” I said.

“Yeah,” Shauna replied. She wasn’t very talkative. She didn’t seem drunk or drugged, but who could tell? Not me, anyway.

“Well, what is Shauna doing here half naked like that? Huh?”

“I think she had trouble with her boyfriend,” I replied. “Right?”

“Yeah,” she said. Wonderful.

“John, I don’t think you need to bring naked teen girls into our house,” Teri practically hissed at me.

“It’s okay, I have a boyfriend already,” Shauna said. It was her first full sentence, albeit not a helpful one.

“What was going on?” I asked her.

“Oh, nothing much. We was just having an argument is all.” Teri simply stormed out at that point. I guess I couldn’t really blame her, and maybe it was time to resolve the issue of having a half naked teen girl in the kitchen.

“Can I drive you home?” I asked her.

“Parents ain’t home,” she said. “Can I hang out here for a while?” she asked. She opened the fridge door and looked around. “Got any beer, mister?”

I pushed the door shut. “How old are you?”

“I’m eighteen now,” she protested.

“You can wait here until we’re sure what’s his name has left the area.”

“M’kay.” She headed into the living room. I went to our bedroom to get one of Teri’s sweatshirts for the girl to cover up with. Teri wasn’t there, so I just picked one. I gave it to Shauna when I got back, finding her flipping through the channels. “What’s the matter? Ain’t I pretty enough?”

“Are you really eighteen?”

“Sure I am!”

“Then wear whatever you want,” I told her, tossing the garment aside. What the hell, she was hot and fuckable. I sat down on the couch to wait until I felt less guilty about kicking her out. After a couple minutes she got up and sat down on the couch.

“I think your wife’s mad,” she said.

“She’s not my wife.”

“She’s still mad.”

“I guess.”

“She’s not gonna want to put out tonight.”

“Not your business,” I said testily. A minute later she slid closer to me.

“You think I’m pretty?” she asked me.

“Sure.” She was about five and a half feet tall. She had her black hair done in that style where the hairs are bound up in a whole bunch of mini thin braids, all flowing down separately past her shoulders. Her nipples were nice and hard, with dark areola around them. I’d guess she weighed one thirty, give or take twenty, and was maybe a B-cup.

“You’re a good looking man too,” she said. “Not a lot of handsome white men in this town.” Actually, I knew that whites were in a sixty-forty minority in the county.

“If you say so,” I replied, trying to deflect her attention. If I wasn’t with Teri, I’d probably have thrown the girl onto her back and given her what she wanted by then. What the hell. But that wasn’t going to happen.

“Oh, that’s it!” Teri snapped, storming back into the room, her face red with anger. It looked like Shauna’s visit was about to end. I was worried it could get violent, though, when Teri grabbed Shauna’s hair and jerked her off the couch. Teri was a five foot ten blonde gym rat of German farmer ancestry. It seemed likely she could beat Shauna if she wished.

“Ow!” Shauna whined in protest, trying to hold her own hair to keep Teri from pulling it. “Let go of me, lady!”

“You want to fuck him, you little slut? Is that what you want?”

“No!”

“Yeah, sure you don’t.” She jerked Shauna down to her knees in front of me. “Pull it out, John. You know you want to. Let’s do it.”

I probably should have said no, but the sight of the black teen struggling in my girlfriend’s grasp was about the hottest thing I’d seen all year. So what the hell, I unfastened my pants and slid everything down, letting my cock spring up. Teri yanked Shauna’s head forward. “Put it in your mouth, you little slut! Do what you do best!”

Teri was so insistent, I couldn’t really tell if Shauna was actually struggling or just trying to steady herself under Teri’s angry handling. But she soon had my member in her throat, bobbing up and down over it. After the first few thrusts, Teri finally let go of her hair. I watched Shauna doing her thing, and didn’t notice right away that Teri was pulling the girl’s shorts off. She wasn’t even wearing underwear.  Amazingly, I couldn’t really pay attention because she was doing things with her tongue I didn’t know were even options when getting head. The only brief lapse was when Teri suddenly used her hand to slap Shauna’s ass hard. The girl squealed, and for a brief but unpleasant moment I felt the sensation of her teeth on my cock.

Now I grabbed her hair and pulled her off before giving her a hard slap across her face. “Watch it, bitch!” I told her. “You suck, and never mind if she slaps your chocolate ass, got it?” She whimpered and nodded before I pushed her head back down. Teri was slapping the poor girl’s ass hard with one hand. Her other hand was down her pants, rubbing herself into a frenzy. I reached down and grabbed hold of Shauna’s tits, kneading them and flicking her nipples around. She tried to pushing my hands away when my mauling got rough.

“Don’t you stop him!” Teri snarled at the girl. She grabbed the sweatshirt and used the sleeves to tie Shauna’s wrists behind her. The knots wouldn’t hold under too much struggling, but they were enough to keep her still for now. I continued my attentive grasp on her breasts. Shauna just groaned under the increasingly harsh assault.

It was after several more minutes that I came in her mouth. I didn’t warn her or anything. When the first burst went down her throat she choked and coughed. She pulled back enough to get the next burst of semen on her face. The white liquid stood out on her dark skin. When Teri saw that I was done, she stopped slapping the girl, but her hand stayed down her pants. She was still stroking herself.

“Having fun?” I asked her, not trying hard to hide my sarcasm. She was usually, and especially lately, not so overt in her sexuality.

“Uh huh,” she muttered. Maybe it was the situation, but I found it pretty fucking annoying that she didn’t get so turned on when it was just the two of us. Was it a third party that turned her on, or just the rape theme? That had to be it, I realized. She got off on seeing a girl degraded.

I slapped her hand out of her pants. “What the fuck, John?”

“Don’t kneel there and fucking masturbate when I’m right here in front of you,” I told her. She looked surprised.

“But you’re done,” she tried to protest.

“It’s still hard,” I said, which was true. I leaned forward and pulled her towards me, pushing Shauna aside. “You like seeing women forced to submit? Well?”

“Maybe,” she said, almost in a whisper.

I stood up, but shoved her back to her knees when she tried to do likewise. “Get your fucking clothes off too,” I said. “Then we’ll see about getting you off.” Teri gulped once, but began shucking her clothes off. Soon she was nakeder than Shauna, who still had that one shoe on at least. My cock, bless it, was still up. I probably couldn’t get another spurt out of it for a while, but at least it was still on duty. I pushed my pants away from my ankles where they’d been bunched up, but I still had a shirt on, which probably looked funny but who cares?

“Bend over, forward,” I told Teri.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because I’m going to do your ass,” I told her.

“What? No! I told you that already.”

I grabbed her hair and gave her not just one, but two slaps. Hard ones. “I’m not asking your fucking permission, Teri. Get that ass in place now!”

“I said no!” she screamed at me. Then she just began screaming in general as I began to force her to bend over. Like I said, she’s a tall gym rat, and it wasn’t easy to bend her without hurting her. But I was getting to that point, smacking her around and twisting her arm some to give her a little pain. She was just hollering in anger, calling me names. We were both distracted finally by the sound of a door slamming against the wall. We looked over and found Shauna gone from the room. She’d gotten free of the sweatshirt and fled, not even putting her discarded shorts on. She was out the front door, and out of sight by the time Teri and I walked over to look.

Somewhere out there in the sultry, hot night, a teenaged naked black girl was running around town, going who knew where, but probably very fast. Teri and I both started to laugh. The whole situation suddenly seemed absurd in a way. But we weren’t finished. Not by a long shot.

“So, you want to admit to being a submissive girl now?” I asked her seriously. “Have you been hiding some desires from me?”

“Yeah. I guess,” she said.

“Then trust me to do the right things with you,” I said. I didn’t wait for a reply. I was going to take her ass that night, and I did. She cried a lot, especially at first, but stopped fighting me so much. We lay in bed afterward, listening to the still active sounds of the town at night.

“What happened to her, do you suppose?” Teri asked me.

“Hopefully she’s still running around naked,” I said.

“Except for that one shoe she was wearing,” Teri replied with a laugh. “Oh, she’ll be back. She was into it. And if she wasn’t, she’ll soon realize she was.”

“Think so?”

“A woman can tell.”

“Well good,” I said. “She’s a good little piece of ass. I don’t mind owning both of you. I’ll make you do things.”

“Hey, hold on!”

“What now?”

“I’ll be your slave if you want. And so can she. But I’m your girlfriend, damn it. When she’s in the house, I’m the top slave. She’s the lower whore. Okay?”

“Okay, fair enough.”

We drifted off to sleep with a new appreciation, once we listened for it though the open windows, of just how many couples were loudly fucking in our community during a hot southern night. Our sounds were just one in a multitude.

We hadn’t seen the last of Shauna, either. She really was eighteen, and on the verge of a blow up with her family. She soon found herself needing a place to stay. And, as it turned out, Teri was absolutely right about her.