Zsuzu

Zsusu

by obohobo

Chapter 1. The meeting

"Suzie! Suzie stop! Suzie, you stop right there do you hear!!! SUZIE!! SUZIE!! SUZIE STOP!!! STOP!!! NNNOOOOOO!!!"

A passing cyclist heard the screams coming from a portly black woman as she struggled to run after a little girl who, heedless of the heavy traffic thundering along the narrow road, was running dangerously close to the kerb. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the woman trip and fall heavily, spilling her shopping. The little girl of mixed race turned and laughingly cried out, "You can't catch me now Granny!" Oblivious to the danger, she suddenly she veered to the road. Taking in the situation the cyclist pushed the pedals harder to try and catch the infant. On the very edge of the kerb, Suzie paused and once more turned to call out to her grandmother. That call saved her life. The cyclist braked alongside her, preventing her further entry into the road.

Suzie looked up, startled and saw the man leap off his bike and grab her around the waist. She screamed. To her he seemed awesome. Not just old like her granny but he had a long beard and wore baggy trousers and a woolly bobble hat. As she was about to scream again, the man's soft but forceful voice spoke to her, "Calm down, little one. You're not hurt but it seems your granny might be. I'm going to lift you on my bike and we're going to see how granny is doing. Okay?" Without waiting for a reply, he sat the girl on the saddle and wheeled his cycle to where the black lady was trying to get up.

"Hang on a moment, I'll give you a hand," the cyclist said as he parked his bike against a wall, "Just want to make sure this young lady doesn't try to run off again." Slipping a bungy cord from his saddlebag the cyclist clipped it around Suzie's body and held the free end as they walked to the woman.

"Oh thank you, thank you Sir. I thought she was going to be killed." The woman's eyes were watering as she shakingly held out her hand and continued to enthusiastically thank the man. "Suzie," she scolded the girl, "You must do what Grandma say otherwise you'll end up squished like jam on the road!"

"Like Tom a Jerry!" Suzie laughed.

Turning back to the cyclist Zsuzu again profusely thanked him, and went on, "I'm Zsuzu."

"Tom," the man replied, "Zsuzu. That's not a name I've come across before. Is your leg badly hurt?"

"I can walk. I'll be fine."

Tom, still holding Suzie by the cord, started picking up the spilled groceries, "Come on Suzie, help me get these things in the bags for granny." Suzie was unsure. She'd been told often enough not to talk to strangers but this one spoke nicely and granny seemed to trust him and with a big beard he might be Father Christmas. Suzie helped. In picking up the goods, Tom noticed blood dribbling down Zsuzu's leg. "Looks as if you have a nasty scrape on your leg," he remarked, "Do you have far to go?"

"No. I can walk there okay. It's only just past the second turning."

"We'll hang your bags on my handlebars and sit little Suzie on the saddle so she can ride and I'll walk you home. You'd like to ride my bike again wouldn't you Suzie?" The girl smiled and nodded, seemingly now shy. Her grandma protested feebly that she didn't need help but Tom wouldn't hear of it. "I'll see you home and we'll get that leg cleaned up." Zsuzu quietly acquiesced to Tom's quiet insistent voice and began limping towards her home. Her leg felt stiff and sore but she knew nothing was broken.

They approached the green painted door of her house. By now her natural good humour was returning, a broad smile appeared on her face as she unlocked the door and watched Suzie clasp her arms around Tom's neck when he lifted her from the saddle. "I don't usually invite strange young men into my house, Tom, but would you like a cuppa?"

"Young? You are kind Zsuzu. I bet I can give you a few years."

"Fifty-one." Zsuzu laughed.

"Fifty-three. Told you so." Tom announced, "Yes, I will have a cuppa but first we need to see what the damage is to that leg of yours and get it cleaned up." After they deposited the groceries in the kitchen, Tom sat Zsuzu in a chair and raised her leg on a stool. "Pull your skirt up a bit more." Zsuzu complied. Her shin was scraped and her knee had several cuts but Tom could see most of the blood had run down from higher up. "Right up please Zsuzu."

"You just want to see my knickers young man." Zsuzu was laughing as she said it, "Well why not? Not many men have seen them lately." With one quick pull she raised the hem to her waist. For a few moments Tom was awed by the expanse of white cotton with a damp patch at the crotch. A musky smell assailed his nostrils. His cock started to harden. "You never seen a black woman's crotch before?" Zsuzu enquired.

Tom hadn't but Suzie saying, "Gran's got a big booboo." interrupted his reply.

"That's because you didn't do what she told you," Tom said, "Maybe you'll have a big booboo on your bottom later when she has smacked you for being so naughty."

"Granny doesn't smack," Suzie replied petulantly, "Mummy smacks. Daddy smacks not granny."

"Well, little Suzie, you better watch while I clean Grandma's booboo and perhaps you'll feel some of the pain you caused."

Zsuzu laughed, "It wouldn't make any difference at her age. She's only just three. Give her a biscuit from the tin on the counter and keep her out of the way."

"You going to mend Gran's booboo?" Suzie asked.

"I'm going to see what I can do to make it better, Suzie but first I have to clean it."

While Suzie sat munching Tom washed Zsuzu's wounds. None were very deep but the worst was high up in her thigh. A nasty looking gash caused they surmised by falling on one of the tins from her shopping bag. To clean this Tom's fingers inadvertently touched her crotch on several occasions. It didn't seem to worry or concern Zsuzu but she noticed the bulge growing in Tom's pants. With what now seemed to be her ever-present smile, Zsuzu touched it and remarked, "Well it seems like an old woman can still make you horny. Sorry, though, I don't think I can accommodate you today. I am a bit sore and stiff around that area. Perhaps your wife will."

"No wife. I live alone in the next village."

Tom was still there chatting an hour later when Suzie's mother, a white women arrived to pick her up. Zsuzu introduced him to Mary Ann. When told the story, Mary Ann went quite pale. "I hope Leon doesn't get too mad when he hears about this." Tom left soon after, promising to look in on her in the morning.

*****

As promised Tom arrived about 9:30 and parked his cycle against the house, knocked and was surprised when a tearful Mary Ann opened the door. "I don't think you'd better come in today, Tom. Neither me ma nor me are in a fit state for you to see us," she said.

However Suzie had other ideas. Running around her mother she dragged Tom into the room and held up her arms wanting to be picked up. Tom noticed she too had been crying. "Father Christmas, you came back. Have you come to mend granny and mummy's bottoms? Daddy's made them very sore," Suzie blurted out, before clasping Tom tightly around the neck.

Tom kissed her on the forehead, "Call me Tom. Father Christmas is my father. He's older than me and has a white beard. Mine is black." Despite her sore backside, Zsuzu giggled at this. Turning to her, Tom asked, "So what really happened?"

"Leon blamed me for not looking after Suzie properly and decided I needed a dose of his belt as punishment."

"He belted his own mother?"

Zsuzu nodded, "And his Mary Ann and then fucked her in front of me. He's uncouth, just like his father."

"And in front of Suzie too?"

"No, she's his little darling and can't do any wrong." It was Mary Ann that spoke. "She watched the belting but was put in the spare room and he shut the door while he shagged me.

"You going to mend Gran's and mummy's bottoms now?" Suzie fidgeted and wanted to put let down on to the floor.

"Well they have to show me their bottoms first, Suzie. Perhaps they may not want me to mend them. What do you say Zsuzu?"

"I say you have a naughty way with you Tom." Zsuzu was grinning. "Yesterday you got horny just looking at my knickers, what might happen if you see my bare bum?"

"Nothing you don't want to happen," replied Tom. He too was grinning. Zsuzu turned her back and lifted her skirt revealing livid lines a couple of inches wide across her arse. Even with her black skin the marks were clearly visible and obviously sore and very tender. "My God, Zsu, your own son thrashed you like that? I can't believe it. And you let him?"

"She didn't have a choice and neither did I," Mary Ann interrupted. "Leon's too strong and he tied our hands to the bed good." Mary Ann's use of english might not have been erudite but she got her message across.

"You were thrashed as badly as Zsu?" Tom asked.

"Same. 'er and me we wuz lying side by side. First her used the belt from her side and then mine but both of us got hit every time."

"Where's the bathroom?" Tom asked. Zsuzu pointed to a door off the kitchen area. "I'll run a cool bath and you can soak in that for a while. That's the first stage of mending your bottoms."

"You coming in there wi' us?" Zsuzu enquired.

"Of course. You're not shy are you? I won't do anything you don't want." Tom went off followed by Suzie, leaving the two women talking to each other. Presently he sent Suzie to bring the two women in. "You're not ready yet? You need to take those clothes off so the water can get to the welts."

"And you get to see our boobies," quipped Zsuzu, "You really are a naughty one you know." Mary Ann cried out when Suzie poked her tender bottom. Tom admonished the young girl, "Suzie, remember it is your fault mummy and granny are so sore. You shouldn't have run away like that. If I had been a car and not a bike you would be dead. Squashed flat."

Despite having towels covering the bottom of the bath, Zsuzu had difficulty in kneeling because her legs were still sore and lacerated from her fall. Tom stood back for a few moments and admired the two women. Mary Ann, white skinned, well built but nowhere near as large as Zsuzu. She had good-sized tits but couldn't compete with the large mammaries of her mother in law. Her arse though showed the effects of the belting to a far higher degree. Livid red welts now turning yellow black, criss-crossed both cheeks. Tom gently sponged water over them until some of the fire had gone. He asked where to find more towels and gave her one to dry herself before turning his attentions to Zsuzu.

"I wondered when you were going to help an old woman like me." Tom saw she was laughing at him.

"You had more area to soak so needed more time." Tom joked back.

"Yeah and I s'pose you wanted to keep me naked longer."

"Of course. First time I've seen a naked black woman so I must make the most of it." So the banter went on while Tom bathed her bum and legs. One of the scratches on her leg had festered and Tom gently cleaned it again. Soon though both women were dry and Tom had applied cream to the relevant areas. He'd brought a tube along thinking it was only going to be needed on Zsuzu's legs but there was sufficient. Mary Ann decided she had better get home and after crying out a few times, managed to get her jeans on. She left taking Suzie with her. Zsuzu didn't have the same trouble dressing, she donned a dressing gown and the pair returned to the kitchen but Zsuzu didn't attempt to sit.

"Well now white man, you got to see just about every thing I got. You got an eyeful of my tits and even copped a feel or two of my cunt. I can see you've a hard on by the bulge in your trousers. How about I get a good look at you? Let me see if you've a small dick like most white men are supposed to have."

"You're a naughty woman Zsu, wanting an old man like me to strip in front of you but I guess I'll have to keep you happy." Tom stripped while Zsuzu leaned on the counter and watched.

"Wow, that's not a bad size," she exclaimed when Tom's hard cock sprang into view, "For a white man, of course!" Zsuzu's infectious laugh took any sting from the remark.

"You want to see what the fit is like?"

"Yeah Tom but my arse is still on fire from the sodden beating that crap son of mine gave it and I can't kneel because of the fall yesterday." Zsuzu leaned and took the cock in her hand and gently rubbed it between her fingers. "Perhaps if I lie on my side on the bed I can taste it." Limping a little she led Tom by his cock to the bedroom. He stared fascinated as her tits bobbed and swayed as she walked. It had been several years since he'd had a naked woman beside him and never a black woman or indeed a woman of such large size. His cock hardened further if that was possible.

For Zsuzu too, it had been a long time. She'd had a couple of white boys in her teen years but when she married Leonard, Leon's father she was faithful to him until her left her without warning to live with another woman, a white woman. Zsuzu had to bring up Leon on her own.

"Come here baby," Zsuzu cried out as she pulled Tom's throbbing cock to her mouth. Lying as she was on the bed, Tom's cock was just the right height. Any further comment from her was limited to gurgling sounds as she slurped noisily on his man shaft. It was a revelation to Tom. One girlfriend had sucked him before sex but it seemed as if Zsuzu was going all the way and was even trying to take him further down her throat. Her arms now encircled his arse, fingers played with his hole as she kept pulling him towards her mouth and releasing him again. Never had Tom experienced anything like it and it didn't take long before his sperm was sent down Zsuzu's throat.

"Would you like me to suck you or anything?" Tom asked when they both lay face to face recovering on the bed.

"I'd love you to suck me off too but not many men will do that and in any case I'm a bit too sore. Perhaps if you nibble my tits for a bit." Tom didn't need a second bidding.

"I still don't understand why do you allow Leon to beat you?" Tom asked when they once again lay facing each other. Tom had his hand between her thighs, gently massaging her mound.

"It's a long story and one I don't think I ought to tell you."