Act of Atonement

Act of Atonement by Believer Part 1 Set in an ethnically diverse city neighborhood of brick row houses. The sounds of sirens are muted after three nights of police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks. Now five days have passed ? Leon: Young black man of 18 years. Athletic and smart his world is turned upside down when his father?s parole is denied after race riots erupt the city. Studies hard while his friends and cousins are dealing dope or partying with cheerleaders. His strict upbringing kept his lust in check. Matilda: Aunt Tilly to Leon. A strict church going woman who been a mother to Leon. She wants to see Leon succeed. His mother, of only 34 years old, rarely visits him and is too busy touring with various rap artists, or as Tilly puts it, ?Fornicators?. Lana: Next door neighbor. Bought the house with her husband on tax abatement to bring prosperity and ethnic diversity. Otherwise they pay less than neighbors for being rich and white. Living in the house for a little over a year, Tilly and Leon were her only experience interacting with black folk. Friendly and personable she is in her late twenties with brown hair with blondish highlights. She disliked high heels as much she disliked oral sex. Only did both when she felt she had to. Slender with slightly larger breasts than her hips, began to notice she was attracting the local men whom she kept a long arms length from. Tom: Good husband to Lana. Never shows racist tendencies though he was indifferent to the riots. Asked Lana for a blowjob when police sirens were blasting past their home. While black males were being rounded up (only to be released without any charges), Tom wanted sex. A white-collar worker at the local metals factory he doesn?t know of an impending worker?s strike affecting his home life. Lana never wore more than modest make up. But she made this night special. She put on that extra blush. Still, she looked odd in her baggy gray sweatshirt and pants. She looked like a blanket. The eyeshade and makeup made her look like a candidate for a Wal-Mart commercial. She held Tom?s hand in the living room. The television was off and only a whisper from the kitchen?s stereo playing urban hip-hop. ?Bend the down Slap that Slap that Hold that head down Hold that hair down. White girl! White girl! Push! Ugh! Push Ugh! Taste that juice Taste that ? ? ?Black Taste In Your Mouth? by Black n? Hard Why was this on? Didn?t Lana hate rap? Lana paused and looked deeply into Tom?s eyes, ?Now we both agree. This is THE only way to show racial tolerance.? Tom squirmed. ?But, I ? ? his stammer couldn?t muster the words of protest. Lana was showing so much confidence, so much control. What will she like an hour from now? ?Please don?t be racist and understand. I really want to do this. His wife explained. He needs to know there?s hope.? Tom felt his wife?s determination and his own frustration. ?What about our marriage? You know, monogamy ?? The grandfather clock rang its first of ten. ?He?s going to be here any minute. Now you can go upstairs or you can leave. We?ll be in the parlor. I?ll leave the doors cracked open. You can peek and listen.? ?You?re really going to go through with this?? Tom wondered in total disbelief. ?I?m going to offer him ? a chance to bring our races together. That doesn?t mean it will happen. But I WILL offer myself to him.? ?Your body?? he boldly asked. With a stern reply, ?Yes.? How did this happen? Tom asked himself. It was only five nights ago ? the last night of the riots. They were safe. The emergency vehicles only used their street to get to the interstate. There wasn?t one broken street lamp. He remembered lying upstairs in his marriage bed holding Lana?s hair as he pleaded her to suck his dick. Lana didn?t like it. With his dick in her hand she complained, ?This isn?t right, with everything going on outside.? But Tom didn?t listen. ?Suck my dick ? c?mon suck my dick ?? he repeated like a shy teen whose only sexual experience was jerking off in the dark. Lana felt uncomfortable but bobbed her head up and down and purposely made slurping noises to appease her husband. ?I think that was enough.? She said, but Tom wouldn?t agree. ?Keep sucking you slut. Spit on my cock. Act like a nasty ho.? Pushing her head down he disgusted Lana who opened her mouth and let Tom face fuck her. ?Act like a street whore. Yeah. That?s it. You make a good ?ho.? Lana lifted her head and spat on his shaft like he asked. Licking its head she consumed his cock like a porn star. ?This is what you want? This is what you think I?m good for?? Then came the screech. The fire truck blared its horn as it raced by. Lana pounced on her hands and knees to stare out the window. Tom had other ideas. He placed his hands on her hips, pushed her ass apart and looked into her asshole before guiding her to bend down. ?What are you doing? No ? I don?t like this position.? Lana protested. And Tom helped himself, pushing his dick inside her. Habit forced Lana to submit to his desires. She held her lips tight and waited for his repeated thrusts. ?This is degrading!? she moaned. Tom didn?t stop. He pushed and he pushed pretending he was downtown fucking a street corner whore while police were nabbing pushers and pimps around the corner. ?Say, fuck me!? Tom asked. ?Mmmmn, no!? ?Say, fuck me!? Tom asked. Again, Lana said no. In not too long, his fantasies overcame him. A quick wave of pleasure surfed from his loins to his head while droplets of his sperm dripped inside Lana?s tight womb. Tom rolled on to his side panting. ?Did you enjoy fucking your whore?? Lana whispered. Tom couldn?t hear her. It was another fulfilling session. So Tom thought. That was the last time his hands caressed her naked body in five days. A young black man was making his way up to their front door. He had no idea what opportunity was awaiting him. It was five days after the riot. Each of the five days she refused her husband, any sex. She kept telling him to think of it as punishment for he did to her and the whole white male race did to cause such eruption in the city. But Lana felt guilty herself for she had not spoken to Tilly for over two weeks and avoided her for the past five days. It was over tea in Tilly?s kitchen the two women spoke. This is where Matilda broke the news of Lana?s father?s denial of parole. The riots and the tension were going to be difficult for the young man about to be released on his own into the turbulent, racist world. Aunt Tilly: It?s going to be real hard for Leon. Lana: I wish there was something I could do for him. Tilly: Well there is. I?ve been thinking about this ? no you wouldn?t do it. Lana: Tell me, Tilly. I really want to help get though to Leon. Tilly: A young black man needs to work out his frustrations ? his rage and lust. I want you to lay down with Leon! Lana: Wha? Till? Tilly: Take his manhood inside you! Let the brotha sex you! Shocked Lana: Oh. Frustratred Tilly: Never mind. I should of known better. You white people, you couldn?t care enough ? Lana: I?ll do it. Tilly: All white folk are the same ? what ? what did you say? Smiling Lana: I?ll do it. I?ll lay down with him ? for racial harmony. Tilly: This is wonderful, Lana. It will do him good Should I tell him what?s he?s in for? Lana: No. Just tell Leon to come over tonight at ten. He?s going to get white pussy! And that?s how it began. Two seconds after the grandfather clock rang its tenth of ten. The knock came from the front door, a very patient knock. Lana stood and pulled off her sweatshirt revealing a tight black t-shirt exposing her belly and obviously braless and aroused. Wiggling her hips, she then pulled down her baggy sweat pants. There she wore a tight jean shorts once she swore she?d never wear again. Tom didn?t know she wore no panties ? they were that tight. Tossing them aside, she bent down grabbing high heels. The red four inch ones. Stepping in to them she started for the front door. Her ass - swaying side to side. Now Tom felt disgust. He spun and skulked into the kitchen before hearing the front door swing. ?Hello Leon ? please come in ?? The high heels smacked the floor, ? ? that?s a nice ?? it was Leon?s voice. ?You?re so sweet. I love dressing like this ? ? her voice. Tom heard her voice. The high heels smacked the floor and made its way to the parlor, three steps from the front door. ?? yes I told to your Aunt Tilly there was something I wanted to ?? The kitchen radio mocked him. ?Ready for my nasty, No? Look at this Look at this I see that smile Yeah, I see that smile Your feelin? good? Nice and warm. You want it take it off Take it off Ready for my nasty, Yes? On your knees Your is mine I see that smile ?? ? ?Come Black Inside? by Black n? Hard Tom silenced the radio leaving him alone with the muted giggles from the parlor. Lana: ?? no I don?t mind. that does feel good!? Tom couldn?t resist. He quietly made himself to the front of the house. He stepped past the living room into the foyer and approached the double white doors between him and the parlor inside. As Lana promised she left them apart just a slightest inch. He wasn?t close enough to see anything yet. Lana: ?Mmmm ? Leon. You have such forceful rough hands.? Tom leaned his shoulder to the doors and promised himself only a quick peek then retreat to the kitchen. Leon pulled his hands out from under Lana?s shirt. He wasn?t smiling yet, just confused or dazed in lust. ?So tell me what you think Leon? Can we bridge the differences between our races and understand each other?? Tom turned away. That was enough. Time to go. His feet didn?t move ? just one more look. Lana: ?If this is something you NEED, really need ? ? Leon began to understand and nodded. Lana opened her legs and leaned back into the sofa, ?It?s here for you.? She then unsnapped the button off her pants, grabbed a breast with one hand, and guided her other up Leon?s leg to his bulging crotch. ?Just take it. Do anything you want with it. I?m ready to receive the black man?s lust.? Leon: ?I need white pussy tonight, Lana.? Lana: ?It?s yours. I?m your piece of ass tonight.? Tom?s feet were frozen to the floor. This was Lana?s idea, she told him. To atone for the sins inflicted on Leon and his father. She kept preaching to him how it was the only way to fight racism and show Leon some white folk could be trusted. They stood. Lana reached her arms over her head removing her shirt and plopping out her heaving breasts freshly kneaded by Leon?s hand. Leon was quickly bare-chested staring at his prize. Lana made sense. This was his opportunity to take what he needs. The wife wiggled out of her pants dropping them to the rug with a smile. Tom noticed it was freshly trimmed, close to shaven clean. She had sworn that shaved pussies were only good for porn starlets, strippers, and young women who watched too much porn. Now only Leon stood in his black shorts while Lana was nude in her heels. The couple embraced and kissed, his hands gripping each of her titties. Their tongues met and each inhaled continuing expressing their lust. Leon reached one hand down her firm belly and gently brushed her trimmed hair between her legs and forced a finger across her clit. ?That?s some fine white pussy. Brothas would love seeing that downtown.? Said Leon. Lana: ?Is this what young black men need?? Leon: ?Young, old, short, tall ? all need pussy!? Leon pushed a finger inside Lana?s cunt and she groaned. Leon whispered into her ear, ?The whole black ?hood wanted your white ass for a long time. We wondered if you were a slut or a stuck up racist.? She struggled to reply, ?I don?t want to be a racist. I?ll be a slut.? Kissing some more, Lana reached for his crotch again. Leon pulled his lips away, ?I don?t carry condoms ? ?. Lana put her hand behind his neck and reassured him, ?No condoms, just trust.? Once again Tom witnessed his lovely wife locking lips with her lover. She had warned Tom during their little talk on the couch. Lana had said she was going to show full enthusiasm being with Leon. At first he took it as an act Lana was going to perform but now he was in doubt. Lana went to her knees in anticipation. Grabbing by the waistband she made her slow pull at Leon?s shorts to the floor. She could see the evident bulge in his loins. His large manhood ready to spring to life pinned under black fabric. Lana?s lips parted when she eyed Leon?s pubic hair. Small rough patches of black bristle were tempting her to rub her smooth milky flesh against. Lana then saw the first two inches of Leon?s shaven hard cock. Its dark coal skin hypnotized her. ?Let?s see what have to give me.? She whispered. When the cloth hit the floor, Lana saw what was hidden in Leon?s loins and covered her lips, ?Oh, I?m in love!? She couldn't take her eyes of his hard, black cock. Several, several inches of lust awaiting her. She placed both her hands on Leon's thighs and guided her lips over his dick. Lana looked up and never took her eyes off of his. She lowered her head. And with the first drop of spit running down her chin, began her atonement. 4884 1.49/512345