Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2012 15:58:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: August Zellner <ahzellner@att.net>
Subject: Everybody's Obsessed with Tyron - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Tyron & Rachel's Florida Vacation, Part 2

Ever since their first time together by the old stone wall in the park,
Tyron sometimes used his tight swimmer's speedo like a signal to Rachel --
when he would wear it, that meant "Baby, tonight it's all about you."  So
that afternoon at the outlet mall while Judy was having Tyron try on those
suburban preppy outfits, Rachel noticed the signal.  Tonight would be her
first night without the distraction of David, and Tyron didn't want
anything to come between Rachel and Judy.

So when the kids got back to their room after supper at the Maya Grill, the
girls' first order of business was a little fashion show off their new
outfits while Tyron just sat back and watched.  Then once the outfits were
off the two girls laid down together on the bed and Rachel snuggled up and
began to kiss Judy and gently stroke her beautiful body.  "Judy you
ssssooooo pretty ..." she whispered as she unclipped her bra (Rachel wasn't
wearing one anyway).  Soon the girls were kissing romantically and Rachel
was reaching down into Judy's panties and feeling up her ass.  Then she
moved down so she was nibbling and licking around Judy's tittie nipples
while she was feeling her ass and pulling her panties down.  Tyron got up
and helped things along by pulling Judy's panties off the rest of the way,
then removing Rachel's thong so the two girls could begin feeling up each
others' pussies while Rachel continued to gently nibble at Judy's nipples
... oooooOOOOOaaaaaa ... and then Tyron stripped down to his swimmer's
speedo and sat back down -- he loved to watch lezzie sex and this was
giving him a nice aching boner.

Rachel gradually kissed and licked her way down Judy's pretty body until
her tongue was running little circles around Judy's belly button.  Judy was
giggling. Rachel was feeling up her ass again, but at this point Judy
couldn't reach Rachel's pussy anymore, so she was cupping her new
girlfriend's head and stroking around her shoulders.  Soon Rachel turned
around son they were now in a 69 and the two girls began to eat each
other's pussies and moan softly ... oooooOOOOOaaaaaa ... Rachel also had
two of her fingers trust into Judy's tight pussy, while her other hand
continued to feel up her lover's ass some more.  Now the moans were coming
more loudly and frequently, and as Tyron leaned forward to get a closer
look at the action his prick was aching in pain.  Soon he climbed up on the
bed to be with his two girls, moving in close to Judy's well-spread legs so
he could get a really good look at Rachel's tongue as she licked round and
round Judy's pussy and gently nibbled her clit, and finger-fucked Judy's
hot steaming cunt and rubbed her other hand across Judy's tight asshole.
Tyron laid down on the bed behind Judy and gradually brought his face in
closer and closer until finally his eyes were rubbing up against Rachel's
hand and his lips were kissing and licking Judy's crotch between her cunt
and her ass.  Then he just held himself there with his face right up
against Judy's crotch letting his mind absorb all the kissing licking
finger-fucking moaning and his huge black cock was hard as a rock inside
that tight swimmer's speedo.

Meanwhile Judy was receiving so much hot stimulation that she could hardly
keep her mouth pressed against Rachel's clitoris as she licked it and
kissed it and tried very hard to copy some of the finger-fucking and
ass-squeezing that she herself was experiencing.  "OOOOOOOooHHHHHHHHH
... aaaaaaaWWWWWWWSSSHHHIITT RACHEL!!  Oh Rachel I need you!!" she moaned.

Tyron sat up on the bed, still on Judy's side, and began to stroke and rub
and kiss and lick all over Judy's beautiful naked body.  Tonight it was all
about the girls.  All about stimulating them to orgasm.  They were eating
each other and moaning with passion.  Then from deep within Judy's crotch
he heard Rachel moan, "Git me da pink vibrator, Tyron ..."  Tyron went for
his duffle bag to get the pink vibrator.  He knew it was one of Rachel's
favorites to use with a new bitch, a good "first time" vibrator.  It was
medium size, smooth, but also had a clit tickler.  Climbing back on the
bed, he reached down between Judy's legs and set the pink vibrator down
where Rachel could easily reach it whenever she was ready.  Then he
continued stroking and rubbing and kissing and licking all over Judy's
beautiful naked body.

But soon Rachel took her hand off Judy's ass and grabbed hold of Tyron's
rock hard cock which was sticking out straight within the tight speedo.
"OH SHIT Rachel!" groaned Tyron, and he could hear her giggling even as she
continued everything else she was doing to Judy's pussy.  Then she reached
inside the speedo and Tyron's cock sprung out.  She grabbed hold of it and
even though she couldn't see what she was doing she started jerking Tyron
off and holy shit did that ever feel good!  "OOOOOOOoooooooohhhhhhhh!!" he
groaned.

"Fuck me Tyron! You gots ta fuck me right now! I need ya mo' dan evva!"
Tyron pulled his speedo off, then climbed back on the bed on Rachel's side.
This time he was stroking and rubbing and kissing and licking all over
Rachel's beautiful black body, moving slowly from her head and shoulders,
feeling her luscious tits and hard nipples, sliding his fingers down her
tummy and back to her smooth hot ass.  He kissed and licked Rachel's ass,
even as Judy was eating and finger-fucking her.  Then suddenly, Tyron felt
Judy jerk -- Rachel was inserting the vibrator into her pussy, and she had
no idea what was going on!  Without yet turning it on, Rachel eased it in
further and further until the tickler was doing its job.  Tyron felt Judy
jerk again and heard her moaning almost uncontrollably "OOOOOOOooHHHHHHHHH
... aaaaaaaWWWWWWWSSSHHHIITT RACHEL!! oooooOOOOOaaaaaa" as he brought
Tyron's Cock up to the entrance of Rachel's slippery cunt.  Just then,
Rachel turned on the vibrator and just about blew Judy's head off
 AAAAaaaahhhhhhOOOOOOOHHHH!!  NNNNGGGAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!
ooooooooOOOOOOOOSSHHHIITTT!!  AAAAaaaahhhhhhOOOOOOOHHHH!!  she could no
longer control herself and her fingers slid out of Rachel's pussy just as
Tyron's Cock slid in.  He thrust himself ALL THE WAY IN as Judy clutched
Rachel's ass harder than ever and struggled to keep eating her pussy
without screaming.  Tyron's Cock knew dis be da time, yeah ... now da time
ta FUCK RACHEL HARD!!  Now he bangin' hu like crazy, pumpin' an' fuckin'
dat black bitch UP!!  AAAAaaaahhhhhhOOOOOOOHHHH!!
NNNNGGGAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!  ooooooooOOOOOOOOSSHHHIITTT!!
AAAAaaaahhhhhhOOOOOOOHHHH!!

It wasn't long before all three of those children were groaning and
screaming in orgasms -- and then, they all laid down together and Rachel
showed Judy how the vibrator works.  Then they all fucked some more ... but
I've got to move on now or I'll never be finished with this chapter.

And meanwhile, Tyron's weird-ass step-dad was back in his room looking
though the photos he had taken at Sea World the day before, and rubbing his
hard dick through his pants.  When he heard the moans and curses coming
from across the courtyard, he put the photos aside, opened the window a
crack to hear better, stripped naked, laid down on the bed, got out the
Astroglide and jerked off to the beautiful music of hard-core inter-racial
underage fucking.

Epcot

There is so much to say about how Epcot totally fails to be relevant to two
black teenagers, but might be of some interest to a bookish Chinese girl,
that I could go on forever.  Even so, a couple of things happened that day
that made Tyron and Rachel learn more about themselves and the world, in
spite of Epcot's complete irrelevancy.

Fortunately, Dad knew Epcot is a really big place and would take a whole
long day.  When you enter the park, you have to go through Future World.
The best ride is Mission: Space, but Judy also wanted to see The Land and
The Seas, which took some time and was ... okay ... so by the time the gang
was heading out to the World Showcase it was almost lunchtime.  Judy was
anxious to see China, so they headed that direction, but Mexico and Norway
come first.  Both have water rides that are pretty good, but Mexico's ride
has been dumbed down by adding Donald Duck, so now it sucks.  The first
thing the gang did at China was eat lunch at the Lotus Blossom Café.  As
they were leaving Judy wanted to see Reflections of China, which is a very
good 360-degree circle-vision film that hasn't been dumbed down -- she
really liked it and her enthusiasm was infectious.

But then, right after China, the very next thing you come to is The
Outpost, and that's where Tyron got totally pissed off -- he realized there
isn't one single sub-Saharan African country represented in all of Epcot!
-- all you get is The Outpost, two cheap-ass little African-themed gift
shelters parked in a spot that I assume is set aside for some future
African country.  And although T&R didn't think of it, there isn't one
single South American country either!  Only 3 of the world's 7 continents
(North America, Europe and Asia) are represented at the so-called World
Showcase!  So what you really have is a "First World Showcase" because the
Third World is totally missing -- and when Tyron realized this he was
rightly pissed!  He wanted to go home and be done with the whole place.

However, while Tyron was going off about how totally wrong all this is, he
started talking to the wood carver about it.  Yes, one of the shelters at
The Outpost is called Mdundo Kibanda where they sell jewelry and carved
wood animals and such, and there is almost always a wood carver there,
usually a genuine African of some kind.  The wood carver talked with Tyron
and Rachel, while Judy listened in and Dad gave them all some space by
going to watch the white kids banging stupidly on the bongos.  After
hearing what Tyron had to say, the wood carver nodded thoughtfully and
said, "But Brother Tyron, you cannot expect the white man to tell you your
own story for you.  No, you can only expect him to tell you HIS story -- he
only sees his own world, not ours.  No, the sons and daughters of Africa
must tell our OWN story -- and not in a place such as this.  We cannot be
concerned about whether the white man hears our story, or cares about our
story, because that path will always lead to disappointment.  When we tell
our story, we must first and foremost tell our story to ourselves, and
listen to each other, and learn from each other -- just as the white man
tells his story to his own kind.  When the sons and daughters of Africa
come together to share our OWN knowledge and truth, that is the path to
greatness."  Of course, the wood carver spoke with Tyron and Rachel for a
lot longer than that, but I can't possibly put it all in this story.  And I
am not trying to make it sound like this is the first time Tyron or Rachel
ever heard this kind of black empowerment talk -- every African-American
teenager has heard it hundreds of times -- but the juxtaposition of the
obvious euro-centric shortcomings at Epcot, together with the way those
shortcomings laid themselves bare to Tyron and Rachel that day, and the
fact that at ages 15 and 14 they were now becoming mature enough to
understand the reality of what they were seeing and hearing, made them both
begin to see their place in the world in a new way.  And all this happened
at The Outpost, Epcot's cheesy token African gift shop.

After a little while Dad returned and the kids picked out a few of the
carved wood animals to take with them, thanked the wood carver for his time
and continued around the lake past Germany and Italy until Dad almost made
the strategic blunder of wanting to stop at The American Adventure.
Depending entirely on WHO YOU ARE, the American Adventure is either (a) the
"inspirational story of America and its people" (as it says in the
brochure), or (b) the most nauseatingly sanctimonious piece of shit on the
planet.  But once The Voices of Liberty mangled some traditional American
songs into a putrid pile of schmaltz, Dad realized T&R were in no mood for
White America's patriotic bullshit so he said, maybe we should skip the
animatronic show ...

I think I'll skip over the rest of Epcot, although there is much more to
say -- e.g. Morocco?  Really?  Isn't Egypt a tiny bit more significant than
Morocco, both to Africa and to the Middle East (particularly
post-revolutionary Egypt, although that could've disappeared by the time
you read this)?  If you put South Africa where The Outpost is, with a big
Nelson Mandela tribute, and then shit-canned Morocco in favor of Egypt,
that would've been a winning combination for Tyron and Rachel ... okay,
okay, I'll stop now.  Besides, when the afternoon thunderstorms came, the
day was over anyway.

Kennedy Space Center

If you don't "learn" anything else from this story, please learn not to
skip KSC on your Florida vacation.  Mrs. Wong and Steven were going to skip
it, because it's over an hour and a half drive from Disney.  But when Judy
found out KSC was a definite for Tyron's dad, she was very excited --
because yes indeed, she wanted to be an astronaut when she grew up.  Tyron
and Rachel were less excited, but ready for a new adventure.  They went on
Saturday.

When you enter the Visitor Complex there are several interesting things to
see, but Dad decided they should go on the Space Center Bus Tour first --
fortunately, because that tour makes two stops where you can get off and
stay a while, so you don't know how long it will take and shouldn't put off
that tour until the afternoon.  The first stop is the Observation Gantry,
where you used to be able to see Launch Pads 39A & 39B.  Pad 39B has been
torn down since the shuttle program ended, but remember, T&R&J went a few
years ago, so everything was still there and they were quite lucky because
there was a shuttle rocket sitting on Pad 39A when they were there -- Judy
was very excited by this.  There is also a movie and exhibit about the
shuttle program at this stop.

The second stop is the Apollo / Saturn 5 Center.  There is a real Saturn 5
rocket on display there, and it is so huge, and you can see it so close,
that no one can possibly fail to be impressed by it.  There is also a
movie, show and exhibit about the first Apollo moon landing which includes
the actual Apollo Control Center, and that is mighty cool too.  By the time
they got back to the Visitor Center there were three kids who all wanted to
be astronauts.  Then they saw the Imax 3D movie about the Hubble Space
Telescope, which is just jaw-dropping.  Dad was more than willing to shell
out hundreds of dollars on space stuff for the kids at the gift shops.
However, the big disappointment of the day was The Shuttle Launch
Experience, because even though I realize that it probably gives a pretty
accurate portrayal of what it's like to be launched in the shuttle, reality
is nowhere near as exciting as the Mission: Space ride which the kids had
been on the day before at Epcot.  Sorry!  But the Rocket Garden is a nice
place to end your day at KSC.

Ocean Walk Resort at Daytona Beach

Sunday morning was check-out time at Disney's Coronado Springs Resort.  Dad
had booked the last few days of the vacation at Ocean Walk in Daytona
Beach.  Briefly, Ocean Walk was built in the 1990's and consists of two
beach-front towers.  Tower 1 was going to be a mixture of regular condos
and time-share units, and Tower 2 was going to be all timeshares.  However
this became an unhappy marriage of warring interests where only some condos
and some timeshare weeks were ever sold.  Eventually Wyndham Resorts bought
out all the unsold timeshares and condos and converted them over to
vacation rentals, but that only lead to an even more unhappy manage-a-trois
because all the sold condos and timeshare weeks are still there along with
all the rentals.

But for a vacationing family none of that matters, because you can rent
timeshare units by the day or week -- and these are waterfront apartments
with living room, dining room, kitchen, and master bedrooms with
over-designed master bathrooms originally intended to suck people into
buying timeshare weeks, and also have access to all the resort amenities
like two huge outdoor pools, water playground, lazy river, four heated
spas, indoor pool, fitness center, restaurants, access to the beach,
etc. etc.  Dad booked two one-bedroom units (one for the kids and one for
himself) checking in on Sunday and checking out on Wednesday morning.

Even with a stop for lunch it only took until about 1:00 to get to Ocean
Walk.  They couldn't check in until 4:00 pm (at a timeshare it's always
4:00 pm), but meanwhile they could go to the beach or use any of the resort
amenities, so Dad said have fun and I'll go pick up some stuff we're gonna
need.  The kids put their swimsuits on and of course Rachel had the
sluttiest bikini imaginable right down to the thong bottom.  Judy had a
bikini too (Mom & Steven's original plan was St. Pete Beach) but it was
very modest by comparison, so the kids made a stop at the surf shop and
picked her up something that would show some ass (but not nearly as much as
Rachel).  Then off they went.

By 5:00 the kids were relaxing and making out in one of the heated spas
when Dad showed up and said we're checked in and I brought your stuff to
your room, what do you want to do about supper?  Tyron said, "Man I had
enough'a dat fancy resort food an' Disney food fo' awhile, kin we jes' go
ta dat Burger King across da street?"  Rachel & Judy agreed, so off they
went without even changing out of their swimsuits (but they did put shirts
on).  Dad said, "I got steaks and salad so we can all have supper in your
unit tomorrow."  That sounded really good to the kids.  "By the way, I also
got you a surprise!  It's on your kitchen counter."

When they got to the unit it turned out that the surprise was a porno DVD
-- "Afro-Asian Fuck-Fest #6" -- and a couple of 100 mg Viagra pills.  "Hey
great!" declared Tyron, "Now we kin play `Follow Da Ho!'"

This is a good place to remind you of what I said back at the beginning of
Chapter 7, that there was so much sex in this vacation that I can only hit
the highlights.  Remember, Judy has been with Tyron and Rachel non-stop
since last Tuesday -- 6 days.  She is now their vacation bitch, and just
because I haven't described any sex since Thursday's vibrator fun, don't
get the idea they haven't been making out and feeling each other up all day
every day at the theme parks, then fucking like animals every night --
because they have!  Most mornings little Judy gets fucked and eaten at
least once too.  She's lost count of how many times Tyron's Cock has fucked
the shit out of her, always inducing at least a couple of explosive orgasms
and usually including mutual pussy-eating with Rachel.  Not to mention
cock-sucking and 69'ing with Tyron -- I haven't been able to describe even
one of the times Tyron's Cock has pumped stream after stream of hot cum
down little Judy's throat, or all over her face and tits so Tyron and
Rachel could lick it all off while she giggled enthusiastically.  I am so
sorry about that!

And now it was time to play Follow Da Ho.  "Here how it work," said Tyron.
"Looks like dis DVD gots fo' features -- each of 'em 'bout 45 minutes.  Two
a dem gots a black dude an' two Chinese bitches (one gots three bitches an'
da udda gots two dudes an' one bitch -- we ain't doing dem).  When da
feature start, y'all pick da bitch ya wanna be.  Den, evvythin' she do,
ya'll do, an' evvythin' happen ta her, happen to y'all.  She suck dick,
y'all suck dick.  She eat pussy, y'all eat pussy.  She git fucked up da
ass, y'all git fucked up da ass.  Like dat, right?  We all doin' it, ain't
no way ta keep up wit it all, so pretty soon evvythin' git crazy an' we all
laughin', but den we all git back to it. It be fun, okay?"

Judy had seen one pay-per-view porn flick that Tyron bought for her at the
Coronado, but as you can imagine, Disney-resort porn flicks are pretty tame
compared to what she was about to experience.  And T&R had forgotten to
bring their DVD's on vacation -- you always forget something, right?  True,
Judy had been fucked just about every way imaginable up to that point, she
was T&R's bitch, but now she was gonna get it all, over and over, just like
a porn flick whore.  But Tyron also liked to modify the porn flick in three
ways when he played Follow Da Ho.  First, he slowed the movie to half
speed, which made it easier to keep up with but twice as long (in this case
90 minutes).  When you do that there's no sound, which Tyron preferred
anyway because he found all the grunting and moaning and cussing
distracting, so he set up his iPod with the speakers and put on his "fuck
mix" (200 of the raunchiest rap and hip-hop songs you ever heard,
randomized).  Second, any time he butt-fucked one of the bitches he'd pause
the DVD and wash Tyron's Cock before proceeding (a sanitary consideration).
And third, as you probably know, in a porn flick the dude never cums until
right at the end.  In the real world even Tyron can't hold off like that,
so that's where the Viagra comes in -- to keep Tyron's Cock nice and hard
through the whole game even if he cums seven or eight times.

Then the fun began.  As you probably know, in a porn flick most of the
cock-sucking and pussy-eating comes first.  Tyron ate Rachel's pussy while
she ate Judy, then the girls switched off and Tyron ate Judy, then they
switched off again so Judy was sucking Tyron's Cock while Rachel ate her
(Judy and Tyron both came during this part, so Tyron paused the DVD so
Rachel and Judy could share the sperm), then the girls switched off again
so Rachel was sucking Tyron's Cock, then both bitches sucked Tyron's cock
together, sometimes switching off between cock-sucking and ball-eating (as
required by the DVD).  Tyron came again during that part.

Then it was time for some extended bitch-fucking.  First Tyron fucked Judy
missionary style while she ate Rachel's pussy, then he fucked Rachel doggy
style while both bitches ate each other, then he was fucking Rachel up the
ass while the two bitches French-kissed and Rachel nibbled on Judy's little
tits and Tyron & Rachel both came again.  After pausing to wash Tyron's
Cock, it was on to that sequence they always have in a porn flick where the
dude sits back on the couch and one of the bitches climbs on top and takes
the initiative by slamming him to the point where you wonder if the dude's
prick is gonna snap in half.  As in most flicks, first Judy had to do this
facing Tyron, then turn around and do it some more.  This is always a part
of any porn flick where there are a lot of close-ups, and also as usual,
Rachel had to kneel on the floor and flick Judy's clit while all of this
was going on, resulting in another set of explosive orgasms for Tyron &
Judy.  But that was not the end, because in this particular DVD the whole
sequence repeated itself with the bitches switched out, starting with Tyron
fucking Rachel missionary style while she ate Judy's pussy, then he fucked
Judy doggy style while both bitches ate each other, then he was fucking
Judy up the ass while the two bitches French-kissed and Judy nibbled on
Rachel's very ample tits and Tyron & Judy both came again.  After pausing
to wash Tyron's Cock, Tyron sat back on the couch it was Rachel's turn to
take the initiative, first facing Tyron and then turned around.  And this
time Judy had to kneel on the floor and flick Rachel's clit while all of
this was going on, resulting in another set of explosive orgasms for Tyron
& Rachel.

Well, at last it was on to the final fuck scene, where the dude just fucks
the shit out of each of the bitches until they everybody cums.  This DVD
promised "all internal orgasms" instead of cum shots where the dude shoots
the sperm all over the bitches' faces and tits.  Tyron always preferred
internal orgasms because it was more satisfying for the bitches too, and by
the end of the feature all three of those kids were totally spent, giggling
and laughing and cuddling and kissing until they all passed out asleep.

Meanwhile back in Dad's unit, he'd bought his own copy of Afro-Asian
Fuck-Fest #6 and was quite familiar with Follow Da Ho, so all he had to do
was pop the DVD in, pick a bitch to be Judy, start jerking off and let his
imagination run wild (he needed Viagra too!).

The next morning the kids were just finishing their morning fuck when Dad
called and said how about if I come over and make breakfast for everybody
-- eggs, bacon and biscuits?  That sounded great!  Then the kids hit the
beach for a while and came back for lunch (sandwiches & chips).  After
taking showers, they headed down to the pool complex for the afternoon
because (although they hadn't thought through the celestial mechanics of
this) the Ocean Walk towers are on Florida's east coast and the pool
complex is on the east side between the towers and the beach, so the sun
rises over the ocean and sets across the street behind the Burger King (the
Daytona Lagoon water park was still under construction) ... so ... anytime
after about 1:30 pm the pool complex is in the shade (it's daylight savings
time) and you won't broil to death!

And this became a very fateful afternoon for all three kids because this is
when they met the Nwokike family (pronounced wah-KEE-kay), especially Jewel
& Gahana Nwokike and their parents Jeron & Amber & Sisha Nwokike.  Jeron is
a character who originated in a different Nifty Story, where he was one of
several children at play along with his white young friend Amber
(a.k.a. Shay).  He was born in Kenya but came to California with his family
at age 10.  Jeron and Amber married very young (she was 12 at the time!)
and divorced with no children a few years later, but never really got over
each other.  Jeron later married Sisha, a very pretty, very dark skinned
Indian girl (of the South Asian variety) and started his family.  But by
the time of our current story Amber was living in the condo next door to
Jeron & Sisha, and between the three of them they had seven children (Sisha
-- 4; Amber -- 3).  Jewel and Gahana (which means Jewel in Hindi) were
"twins" conceived on the same day, when the mighty African warrior returned
victorious from a major (work-related) battle. The grateful villagers
presented him with their two most beautiful maidens -- both of whom had
submitted themselves to the mighty warrior in the past but never together.
Let's just say the sex was red hot and went on for days.  The result was
two very satisfied, very pregnant maidens, who gave birth to two of the
most beautiful babies anyone had ever seen (born by prearrangement on the
same day).  Now, 14 years later, the entire Nwokike family was using some
of their timeshare points to take a week's vacation in sunny Florida at the
Ocean Walk Resort.  They had reserved two 2-bedroom deluxe units that were
supposed to be next door to each other, but when the Nwokikes arrived the
resort had screwed everything up and Mr. Nwokike (Jeron) had to create a
big scene at the check-in counter to get it fixed.

Tyron and Rachel and Judy were in one of the main pools when they noticed
the Nwokike family.  Some of the Nwokike kids were playing and running
around, but they and a couple new friends had their bodies painted, and
Jewel and Gahana were laying back in a cluster of chaise lounges while
Mr. Nwokike painted them.  All this was interesting enough that T&R&J went
to see what was going on.  After introducing themselves, Jewel said, "As
soon as Dad paints us up we're gonna play African Warriors -- it's fun!"
"Yeah," said Gahana, "but it's too bad we couldn't bring the spears and
shields and jewelry here -- they make it even more fun!"

"I trust you with all those family heir looms at home, son, but you knew I
wasn't going to bring those things on vacation," said Mr. N.  "Wow!" said
Tyron, "Y'all gots real African spears an' shields?"  "Sure, a whole lot of
them!" said Gahana. "Well, it's not quite that many," said Mr. N, "I think
you're exaggerating."

Just then Mr. N was finishing up his own kids.  "Wow," said Tyron, "you
really good at body painting, Mr. Nwokike, it all look so realistic."
"Well, this is also a skill that has been passed down through my family,"
said Mr. N, "My father, grandfather and uncles were tribal warriors.  Would
you like me to paint you kids up too?"  "Would ya really?" said Rachel.
"Of course!  It only takes a few minutes.  Just tell me whether you want to
be an African warrior or a European explorer."

"A warrior 'course!" declared Tyron, "Who'd wanna be a European 'splora?"
"Well, somebody's gotta be an explorer," said Jewel, "otherwise who are ya
gonna kill?"  At this T&R&J&G all laughed, but one of the white kids
painted as a European heard it and looked a little sheepish, and Judy
wasn't happy about it either.  "Oh don't worry!" said Jewel, "Nobody here
is gonna `kill whitey!'  Besides, I play the European explorer a lot of the
time at home -- it's fun, because you get to explore, and that's pretty
cool."  With this assurance, Judy decided maybe she'd be a Chinese
explorer.  "They had those, ya know," she said.  "Indeed they did," said
Mr. N, and got started painting as the other kids ran off to play.

As Mr. N was painting Rachel, Tyron said, "It really cool y'all dad a
warrior."  "Yes," said Mr. N, "but really, as Africans we all have warrior
ancestors."  "Yeah well my ancestors was slaves," said Tyron.  "Yes but
their ancestors were warriors," said Mr. N, "and besides, you should think
of all of your ancestors as warriors against slavery and injustice."

The Nwokike kids had been reading a couple of books while they were getting
painted up, and Tyron noticed them sitting on the umbrella table next to
his chaise lounge.  He picked up the two bigger ones to have a look.  One
was "An Autobiography or The Story of My Experiments With Truth" by Mahatma
Ghandi, and the other was "Why We Can't Wait" by M.L. King.  "Holy Shit,
dis some heavy readin'!" he said.  "Well, I try to encourage my children to
learn about truth and justice.  They will need to learn all they can -- as
will you Tyron and Rachel -- if in the future you and your children as
Africans are to rescue this world from the destruction brought upon it over
the centuries by the Europeans."

"What do you mean by that?" asked Judy.  "I'm not saying that the there is
anything evil about the white race," said Mr. N, "Of course not!  They are
no better or worse than anyone -- but they have brought this world to near
destruction, they are bankrupt and lost, and when they are finished, the
job of restoring this Earth will necessarily fall to Africans."  "Hey wait
a minute!" said Judy, "What about the Chinese?"  "I'm sorry to have to say
this, Judy, but the Chinese even now are hard at work copying all of the
destructive practices of the Europeans.  I believe they are on the road to
failure too."

But just then Judy was picking up the smaller books on the table.  They
were the Bhagavad Gita and the Tao Te Ching.  "Well what about the Tao?"
said Judy, "My parents have taught me the Way for as long as I can
remember, shouldn't the whole world just follow the Way?"  "But do you
really believe the Chinese nation is following the Tao today?" asked Mr. N.
"No, I guess not, unless you mean the `European Way' ... oh hell, my mom
doesn't even follow the Way anymore -- if she did she never would've run
off with Steven ..."

"So what about deez books den?" asked Tyron as Mr. N started painting up
Judy.  "Why, these are the very tools that we will use to restore this
world," said Mr. N.  "You will not need warrior paint or spears and shields
-- only a thorough knowledge of truth and justice will arm you with the
weapons you and your children will need to be the warriors of the future."
"I ain't sure I get it," said Tyron.  "Then you must read for yourself,"
said Mr. Nwokike, "and you will understand everything."

Soon Mr. N was finished with Judy and began painting up Tyron.  "Wow, you
lookin' hot in dat paint Rachel," Tyron said.  "You too baby," said Rachel.
Just then Jewel & Gahana walked up to check progress.  "Yes ..." Mr. N
said, "African Warriors is a fun game ..." then he leaned in closer and
said softly, "... and it's even more fun later on, in the bedroom!"  "Hey
yeah," said Tyron, "I think maybe you right!"  It was so weird, Tyron
thought, this guy seemed to know so much about everything, it was almost
like he could see the future ... and it seemed like he could even see right
into your soul or something.  Tyron said softly, "Well, what about yo'
kids?  Do ya let dem play African Warrior `later on'?..."  "I let my
children enjoy themselves in their own way," Mr. N said, looking up almost
as if speaking to Jewel & Gahana, "I'm much more concerned about preparing
their minds, and it would be hypocritical of me to restrain their bodies.
But don't get any ideas about having my kids come visit you later --
because if they did, the story of your vacation would become so complex
your author would never be able to finish it!"  Having painted up Tyron, he
then got up and walked away.

"What da fuck was dat about??" said Tyron said in astonishment.  "Oh, he's
just like that sometimes," said Gahana.  "But he don't mind if y'all ... ya
know ... fuck?" asked Tyron.  "Oh hell," said Jewel, "he was fuckin' my mom
when they were both kids!  That's what he meant by `hypocritical'!"  Just
then her little brother Martin chimed in, "Yeah but it's still gross just
to think about mom and dad, ya know ... yuck!"  "But what'd he mean about
da `author'?" said Tyron.  There was no answer.  Instead, Gahana said,
"C'mon -- let's go have some fun!"  "But wait!" said Tyron, "What'd he
mean?"  But it was too late -- the game had begun.

And as your author, I am pleased to tell you that that evening, after Dad
and the kids all had steak and salad for dinner -- and after Dad seemed to
be mesmerized the whole time by the sight of his nearly naked black teenage
boy and his bitches all painted up as African warriors and a Chinese
Explorer, so much so that Rachel had to say "Man, Dad, you gotta quit
starin' like dat!"  "... But all three of you look sssooooo great all
painted up like that ... you mind if I take a few pictures?"  "Okay, but
still, man, y'all creepin' me out!" -- after Dad was gone, it turned out
that Mr. N was right, African Warriors was even more fun in the bedroom ...

The Chinese Explorer had only just landed on the shores of Kenya when she
was set upon and captured by the handsome and mighty African Warrior and
his beautiful Warrior Princess.  They brought her to the village ceremonial
hut, where they showed her all the many forms of sexual gratification that
she had been denied by the strict social traditions of the Middle Kingdom.
The African Warrior seemed so wild and exotic to the young explorer that
she was soon entranced, and fell under the spell of his enormous rock-hard
black cock.  "I love your big cock, mighty warrior," she said, and began to
kiss it tenderly. "Oh mighty warrior, please fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck
me with your beautiful hot black cock" ... she was licking up and down the
whole shaft of the warrior's black cock, and giving it slobbery kisses as
she went ... "my pussy is aching and I need you to fill it up and fuck me
forever" ... she returned to the crown and kissed it and licked it and put
it in her mouth and sucked on it and licked it some more ... "oh please
fuck me ... fuck me ... please ..."

Of course, the mighty warrior was only too happy to oblige, while the
Chinese Explorer and the Warrior Princess ate each others' pussies
passionately.  And I don't know how it was that the Warrior Princess had a
vibrator there in the Kenyan jungle, but she did, and she gently stimulated
the explorer's clit with it and brought her to an explosive orgasm as the
Mighty Warrior pumped streams of hot cum into her steaming cunt.  Then, as
the Mighty Warrior fucked the Warrior Princess thunderously, she inserted
the vibrator deep into the Chinese Explorer's cunt and brought her to
orgasm all over again ...

Etcetera ... like I said, it was a really fun game!

The next afternoon was Tuesday, the last full day of T&R&J's vacation.  The
Nwokike family was back at the main pool area, but today there were no
African Warriors, they were on to other games.  Near the end of the
afternoon the kids were all talking together for a few minutes when
Mr. Nwokike came up, holding a bag.  "I have a gift for you, Tyron &
Rachel," he said, handing the bag to Tyron.  Of course, it was copies of
"An Autobiography or The Story of My Experiments With Truth" and "Why We
Can't Wait," but also the Autobiography of Malcolm X.  "Oh I already read
part 'a dis fo' school," said Tyron.  "But you didn't read all of it, did
you?" said Mr. N.  "You know, Brother Malcolm ended his life with a very
different view of things than when he started."

Soon after that, the Nwokike kids started running off to play, but Mr. N
stayed.  "Hey y'all was right about African Warriors bein' even betta at
night!" said Tyron.  Mr. N smiled ... but then he became more serious.  "I
understand you have not always treated the women of your village with the
respect they deserve ..." he said.  Suddenly Tyron had that weird feeling
again like he had yesterday, like Mr. N could see right through to his
soul, and even though he knew inside exactly what the man was talking
about, he still said, "W-w-whaddaya mean?"  "I read Chapter 4, Brother
Tyron -- I know about Karen ..."  "What da fuck y'all talkin' about??
Whaddaya mean, `Chapter 4'??  I don't git you, man!!"  But even though
Tyron had no idea what Mr. N meant by `Chapter 4' he was suddenly
overwhelmed by the feelings of guilt he had been carrying with him ever
since being a part of that gang rape a few weeks ago.  "Oh shit, man, I
wisht datta nevva happened!"  "But it did happen, Brother Tyron, and you
bear as much responsibility as the boy who organized it, because you were
too weak to say no to it, and certainly too weak to put a stop to it."  By
this time Tyron was crying.  "Man, I's sorry ..."

Judy was just sitting there stunned, not knowing what was going on, but
Rachel decided she had heard enough of Mr. N's moralizing crap.  "Aw man,
y'all don't even know what da fuck ya talkin' 'bout -- dat stuck up
honky-ass bitch got it comin'!"  "I am so surprised to hear you say that,"
said Mr. Nwokike, "You, who have suffered so greatly in your short life."
This time it was Rachel's turn to be stunned, because of course she knew
exactly what Mr. Nwokike was referring to.  "How da fuck you know about all
dis shit?!" she demanded.  "Is that really what matters to you, Sister
Rachel?  Or is it that no one understands the pain you've been through, and
now you feel that seeing another girl suffer that same pain will somehow
make you feel better?  But no, Sister Rachel, another girl's suffering can
never lift you up -- only talking to someone who really understands will
help."  Rachel lashed out defensively -- "Y'all don't know SHIT!  I cain't
TALK to her!  Ain't NOBODY kin do dat!"  And then she stalked off.

Judy was still just sitting there stunned, having no idea of the meaning of
what just happened.  But Tyron, who had straightened up some and was no
longer crying, knew exactly what it was about.  He just couldn't do
anything about that.  Instead, he turned back to Mr. Nwokike and said, "I's
sorry about evvythin', Mr. Nwokike, I really am ... but what do I do?"  "I
don't know, Brother Tyron, that chapter of your story has not yet been
written.  But I do know you must do something, or you will live inside your
guilt forever.  And I hope you will accept my gift, and use it wisely."
Tyron had been `holding the bag' the whole time, so he just looked at it
and said, "Yeah ... 'course ..."

Tyron's dad wanted to take the kids out for dinner that night, since it was
the last night of the vacation.  He took them to Golden Corral so everybody
could get whatever they liked, but the kids all seemed so down in the
dumps!  Nobody wanted to talk, or make out, or anything ... Dad figured
they were sad about it all being over, so as usual he decided the best
thing would be to just let the kids have their space.  The result was an
uncomfortably silent meal.

When the kids got back to their unit the uncomfortable silence continued
while Tyron flipped through the TV channels for a while, but then Judy
said, "Okay Tyron, ya better tell me what happened -- it must be pretty
bad."  "Don't tell her nothin'!" said Rachel, "She don't need ta be in yo'
shit!"

"What did you do that was that bad?" Judy pressed the issue.  "None a yo'
fuckin' business!" said Rachel.  But then Tyron tossed the remote down on
the table and gazed out the window, unable to look Judy in the face.  "I
fucked a girl -- we all fucked a girl -- jes' 'cause she white, an' stuck
up, an' ... shit, I don' know why we done it ..."

"You fucked a girl?  Holy shit!  You mean you RAPED a girl, right?" Judy
said.  Rachel cut in again, "It ain't -- yo' -- fuckin' -- BUS'ness!"  But
Judy was undeterred.  "You and some bunch of hoodlums RAPED a girl, just
cuz she's white and you didn't like her??  And I just spent my whole
vacation with you, thinking you're a great guy, and you're really a
RAPIST??"

Tyron still couldn't look at Judy, but he tried to say, "It ain't like dat,
baby ... I wisht itta nevva happened ..."  "You wish it never happened?  So
what??  You're a rapist, a piece of shit, and I don't want to have anything
to do with you!!"

"But baby ..."  "And you can cut that `baby' shit too!"  Rachel started to
walk toward Judy to say something, but Judy said, "Stay away from me!" and
Tyron said, "Leave her 'lone, Rachel -- she right about it an' y'all know
dat too ..."

"Holy shit!  How do I get outta here?  How do I get away from you?"

Tyron was dejected by this time, knowing that his own actions a few weeks
ago had now come right back and kicked him in the ass.  He had let himself
fall in love with Judy, and now her rejection was hitting him hard.

"Well, Mr. Nwokike sure was right about one thing -- you need to fix this
thing.  And don't even bother thinking you're gonna fix it for my sake, and
call me and say some bullshit about how you're a good guy again -- in fact,
gimme those goddamn phones -- both of you -- so I can delete my number off
of 'em!  I don't even want you to know where I am!"  Tyron just handed over
his phone, but Rachel was still resisting.  "Jes' give 'er da phone,
Rachel, she ain't gonna bust it or nuttn' ... she right ta take 'er numba
off anyways ..."  So Rachel handed her phone over, but then she turned to
Tyron and said, "Maybe you is a pussy afta all!" and stalked off into the
bedroom.

Judy slid Tyron's phone back across the table to work on Rachel's.
"Because, ya know, if you try to fix things just so you can tell me you did
it, or tell your dad you did it, or even tell anybody else you did it --
even Rachel -- it ain't really fixed, is it?  You need to fix it EVEN
THOUGH you know I never want to see you again, and even though nobody will
ever forgive you.  In other words, you need to fix it for your own self, so
YOU can look yourself in the mirror!"  Then she slid Rachel's phone across
the table.  "I'm going downstairs for a while, and when I come back, I
don't wanna see you.  I'm sleeping out here tonight, and I'm going to the
airport tomorrow, and that's the end!"  And with that Judy left, and Tyron
was sitting there in the living room, looking out the window at the full
moon over the ocean, alone and feeling like shit.

The next morning, the whole time they were packing the car, and the whole
way to the airport to drop Judy off, there was an icy silence.  Dad knew
there was something seriously wrong, this was not just some sadness over
the vacation being over ... this was more like a break-up.  It was like the
moody, down-in-the-dumps Tyron he'd seen several months ago after the
break-up with Tiara.  But he knew that anything he did or said right now
could just make things even worse -- best to just let things go for now,
and see how Tyron feels after we get home ...

After they left the airport and had been on I-95 for a while, Tyron -- who
had been just looking dejectedly out the window -- reached down and picked
up the paper bag full of books.  First he pulled out the Autobiography of
Malcolm X.  "D'j'evva read dis, baby?" he said to Rachel.  "No ..."
"Ackshully, it's pretty good ... an' Raymond might like it too, if he ain't
nevva read it," Tyron said, handing the book over to her.  Then he pulled
out "Why We Can't Wait," and started looking for where all the introduction
and commentary ended and the real book started.  Rachel leaned over and put
her head on Tyron's shoulder, and both of them spent most of the rest of
the trip home reading.