Black Stallions/White Mares Ch. 01

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.



After her husband went to prison for embezzlement Brenda Walker coped with the ordeal as best she could. She got a job but hadn't worked in many years, never in her field of training; thirty-two hours a week at Quickie Mart was what there was available, and forty wasn't a good age to compete with kids almost half her age. Plus her husband's legal bills had absorbed their assets, and the pittance she earned soon cost her home and car and credit as the dominoes fell.

And so, one night, full of wine, and agony from a fall on the slippery sidewalk, she emptied a bottle of sleeping pills, and woke up at the local crisis hospital for observation. Quickie Mart didn't offer benefits, and the emergency room bill and the stay at the crisis center made her burden worse than it had been.

Brenda's best friend, Audrey, found her at home, and picked her up from the crisis center when she was discharged. It rained on the drive to Audrey's house, the streets were wet, rain beaded the car's windows, and the whole world seemed gray and depressed to Brenda.

"Hon, the plan is for you to stay with me and Rob for a few days, until we cobble a fix together for your situation. I told the hospital we'd look out for you, so don't get any crazy ideas about jumping back into the fire, are you listening?" Audrey said.

"Uh, huh," Brenda replied.

"Good! The best thing is for you to rest and chill-out and put all the negativity out of your mind for a little while, okay?" Audrey looked over at Brenda until she nodded her head affirmatively, then continued, "Tomorrow morning we'll stop by your place to collect what you need, but for tonight you should be okay, OK?"

"OK," Brenda replied.

"I need to go out tonight, to a school board business meeting, so if you need anything let Marisol know, okay?" Audrey added.

"She's your housekeeper, right?" Brenda wondered.

"Yes, she handles everything, so don't hesitate to call her," Audrey replied.

After supper Brenda went to the guest room for a hot soak in the tub, to drain the stress and tension from her body. Three days in the crisis hospital did little more than make her frantic to leave. The staff and patients were congenial but too much like energizer bunnies.

Cleansing herself she touched her clit and felt a strong jolt that surprised and stunned her. "It's been a long time," she realized. "Too much of everything unpleasant and worrisome."

After she bathed, dried herself, and put on clean panties she pressed the intercom alert button but got no response from Marisol. She waited a few minutes but got no response on the second try, either. She wanted a cup of hot cocoa. So she put on her robe and headed for the kitchen. At the end of the hallway, at the top of the stairs, she heard people's voices below her though she saw no one.

At the bottom of the staircase the voices were louder and coming from Audrey's office. The office door was open maybe two inches, and she peeked in. Ron and Marisol were on the sofa, Marisol facing Ron, her black hair loose, they tongue kissing, she impaled on his cock and riding it with her thighs and bottom as he steadied her hips with his large hands. Marisol spewing lewd and erotic talk at Ron, between mouthfuls of his tongue, in the grips of her arousal. Brenda watched until cum appeared on Ron's cock, it looked like thick, white frosting, and went back to her room before they saw her.

Brenda stretched out on the bed, to catch her breath, and quiet the disturbance that the couple unleashed inside her with their lust. She opened her robe, eased her legs apart, placed a hand atop her panty, and fell asleep.

Across town Audrey lay in the arms of her black lover, a student in one of the courses she taught at Bay City College. Jamal was no scholar nor a nerd. Audrey had no use for the best and the brightest, she wanted the best and the young men who needed extra credits to pass but knew what to do with a pussy. Sometimes the men brought along a friend, for the nights she wanted to feel used, stretched, and swollen. Two robust young men in their sexual prime could ravage a woman. Ron had been expert at it in the past but now Marisol kept his balls and enthusiasm empty.

In the morning Brenda awoke amidst the wreckage that had been her bed. Pillows were on the floor, the spread was wadded into a pile, and the sheets were almost off the mattress. She had no recollection of how she spent the night.

Marisol was an illegal without family and abandoned by her friends. A local padre appealed to Audrey to take Marisol in, and that's what had happened. Audrey assumed Marisol had kids somewhere as the woman's body looked like it had made babies. Marisol looked late twenties. Audrey also assumed that Ron would souvenir Marisol a baby sooner than later, he hated rubbers and liked inflating female bellies. Ron's money made him popular and desirable.

Audrey's daughter, Carrie, was part of the household but away at college in Pennsylvania. The miles kept Ron at a safe distance from her.

And lastly there was Jared, Audrey's son. A wild-child, he stayed on the road 'booming' from one construction project to the next, sleeping in a travel trailer, usually with a local wife or crack whore. Audrey couldn't remember if he was an ironworker or a boilermaker. She knew he welded stuff and had developed strong arms. Like her black lovers, Jared was no scholar. Like her black lovers, he was blessed by Jesus in ways that lusty ladies liked. And like her black lovers, Jared's stiff cock had no conscience. She saw the predators look in his eyes, once or twice; it was flattering and frightening at the same time. Audrey believed that most mothers see their sons as perfect men but most mama's boys don't look back at mom with lust in their eyes.

Brenda had no children. Her husband nixed the idea from the start. And their lifestyle made kids an expensive inconvenience. Brenda earned a degree in sociology, which qualified her for nothing, but married a man with an MBA and law degree. She was set until it all collapsed into a heap, and the lawyers devoured the heap.

Quickie Mart wasn't her salvation; she desperately needed a miracle that afforded her some measure of comfort, security, and dignity. Maybe Ron could help.