Now standing before Frank, she spread her legs and fingered open the lips on her black-haired cunt. "See my baby, lover," Phyllis said excitedly. "See my baby!"
What to a normal woman would be called a clitoris was to Phyllis her "baby." The thing stood out at a downward slant-all two inches of it!
Frank always became excited on viewing this sexual phenomenon. And he always said on seeing it: "That's the first and only prick I've ever seen on a woman!"
"It's my baby!" Phyllis said as she softly fingered it.
"If you want to jerk something off," Frank said, "jerk this off!"
Phyllis knelt down in front of Frank's chair and let the pads of her fingers caress the enormous tool.
Frank was extremely proud of his cock. It served in a way to compensate for his short stature. He was only five feet seven-two inches taller than his Niggerbaby's splendid display of black pulchritude.
Frank was like most old-fashioned Italian men. He would neither lick nor suck on a cunt, so he had no mouth interest in Phyllis's baby. Yet she had on many masturbating excursions imagined what it would be like to have her oversize clit in a man's mouth.
Frank pushed Phyllis away. "Enough!" he said. "Let's fuck before my juice hits the ceiling!"
Frank swallowed all the wine left in the glass into which Phyllis had dipped her fingers to wet her tits. He stood up and dropped his pants and shorts. His exposed flesh was covered with black hair. Without another word he lay down on the luxuriant carpet, ready now for his hard cock to enter the black cunt of his paramour.
He crossed his legs and said, "Niggerbaby, come to Frank."
Phyllis straddled Frank with her gold slippers on each side of his hips. The coarse hair on her belly was as straight as the hair on her head. It showed as a perfect triangle on her belly; strangely, however, it did not cover the black lips of her cunt but ended like a little beard in front of her clitoris.
Now hot and ready for Frank's shaft, Phyllis began the squat that would couple cock to cunt.
"Drop it down, Niggerbaby," Frank said. He put his hands behind his head and watched the engagement of sexual flesh.
Phyllis lowered herself slowly over Frank's prick until she could guide the head of it into her love nest.
"Now fuck me!" Frank commanded.
Phyllis, squatting over the man, moved her ass up and down in slow motion, savoring the way the head felt as she moved on it. With the rise in feeling, her nipples hardened and her baby stuck out rigidly from beneath the little beard.
Phyllis groaned with pleasure as Frank lay with his feet crossed and his hands behind his head. His eyes brightened as the splendid body worked to bring him the deep and utmost pleasure he could ever feel.
"Faster, Niggerbaby!" Frank said.
Without losing the hot prick in her red-lined hole Phyllis got down on her knees so more of Frank's cock could enter her.
"Oh!" she uttered as the prick went upward to tickle her uterus. She now moved her ass in quickened tempo.
Frank's face hardened as Phyllis's cunt began bringing pleasure to his small bag of balls. He reached out and grabbed her bouncing tits. He pulled on them very roughly.
"Oh!" Phyllis cried. "Frank!"
Frank continued to pull on the fine tits as Phyllis moved her glorious buttocks up and down while pronged on the long prick.
"Frank! Frank!" Phyllis uttered the words as if she were in danger. "Come! Come!"
Frank was now feeling physical joy as his hard cock was being caressed in the soft-lined pouch of the wet cunt. He said, "Not yet, baby. Not yet!"
"Come! Come! Frank!" Phyllis lowered her ass farther so more cock could play with her uterus.
"Turn!" Frank said. "Turn!"
Phyllis moaned. "Frank, Frank-I'm on my way up!"
"Turn, baby. Make it last!"
Phyllis rose off Frank's glazed prick. It was a sight to see as it stood straight up, the head of it a slick-coated red. She straddled him once more and lowered herself until her burning cunt became engaged to the illustrious shaft. Her twat was now amply moistened by its own lubricating oils and the king-size cock went easily into it.
"Now fuck it, Niggerbaby," Frank said. "Fuck it!"
Phyllis rode the rod in up-and-down movements with Frank holding onto her cheeky buttocks.
"Frank! Frank!" she cried joyously. "Come! Come!"
"Fuck, you black bitch," Frank said. "Make it last!"
Frank pulled on Phyllis's hips until his beautiful rod was clearly up her hole. He held on so she couldn't move. "Hold it, baby," he said. "I don't want to explode yet."
Phyllis wet the thumb and two fingers on her right hand. Holding the fingers together she let the moistened pads fuck her midget cock while Frank held her hips from moving.
Phyllis's nostrils expanded and contracted as she reached the peak of her own pleasure. As she peaked she cried out in pleasant agony: "Frank! Frank!" Her busy fingers continued fucking her tiny rod as Frank let go of her hips.
"Fuck!" he said. "Fuck, you black bitch!"
And Phyllis did. Her fingers continued working on her baby as her hips rotated enough to twist and strain the big cock in her red-walled hole.
"God damn me!" Frank yelled. His breathing began to whistle through his nose. "Niggerbaby!" was all he could say as his lustful cock shot its load up into the recesses of the moving sheath.
"Frank! Frank!" Phyllis said as a repeat performance made her little prick jerk up and down in her fingers, making her black body shudder with utmost delight.
All passion now spent on the best of all physical delights, Phyllis leaned back on top of Frank's body. Both lay there quietly as Frank molded her breasts with gentle hands. His cock softened, letting his juice ebb from Phyllis's sexual aperture. Her baby went back into its little fold of flesh. Soon each was in a dream world of soft fantasy.
Phyllis's eyes were closed as her reverie became a picture of a white head between her black thighs. The mouth was at work on her baby, sucking it as it had never been sucked before. The head belonged to someone young and fresh and eager to be there between her black legs. Someone who had grown up with the erotic revolution and had no hang-up about oral sex. That someone could be the young man she had seen with Conchi Thorne. Yes-he would be the ideal man to have between her shapely legs. When she saw him again she would pay more attention to his mouth.
Frank was dreaming too. His prick had slipped at last, sliding out of the cunt hole with the last of its come. It was in no form to do the work that was in Frank's dream. But dreams are made of desires and wishes. What he really needed was a fine woman he could respect. A woman he could marry. A woman who knew how to fuck. A woman who would always be ready for his prick. A woman with a warm and working cunt.
Frank's mind already pictured that woman. That special female who would bring him the pleasures of life. She was single. She was an intelligent person. She was more than well-stacked. This special dream had a body that exuded a sexual quality not too often seen on the street.
Frank rolled so Phyllis slid off his half-nude body. "That was great, Phyllis," he said. He slapped her buttocks before getting up to put on his shorts and slacks.
Phyllis stood up and a part of Frank's copious semen flowed down the inside of her left thigh. "I like it, Frank," she said. She kissed his cheek. "I'll be waiting for you again, soon."
Frank smiled. He and Phyllis did have a thing together. Yet he was slowly moving to the realization that a fifty-year-old man is better off with a loving and willing wife rather than a black friend who fucks well but isn't the real thing for a man's retirement.