"Don't stop, Wes," she pleaded. "Oh, please don't stop."
"You want a little loving, Daisy Mae?" he asked, and she nodded, a flash of amusement going through her at his misnomer of her for her role in the play. His hands moved lightly down over her ribcage and for a while stroked her flanks with a touch that was not quite a tickle but which in any case centered its circling about the twin magic spots that always added to her body's wants. She arched herself out like a cat fresh in from the cold and moved her shoulders about on his hardness, imagining it in her hands. Soon he spanned her waist and urged her to stand. She obeyed him like a doll, knowing he would not disappoint her. He turned her about and, holding her in his arms, embraced her with never-still hands that covered every last tingling inch of her bare back, then moved again to her belly and breasts till she hung from him weakly, a vessel of want. Now he began to kiss her, nipping her earlobes, spooning his tongue into her orifices until each warm laving sent a wave of heady warmth through her. He gently kissed her closed eyelids, the curve of neck and shoulder, her throat, the dimples of her cheeks and chin, the sides of her nose. His hot and steady breath thrilled her with its own caress and she let herself hang laxly, borne up only by the flexing flow of lusting life he was molding into her with his kneading hands. She floated in a sea of sensuality, lived only a now-life of longing. Presently she felt her bare foot being raised and placed upon the soft worn-cushioned top of the dressing table stool, and then his warm large hands clasped her ass and lifted until she stood on it. Tremblingly eager for the return of his touch, she waited as he carefully slid the ragged skirt down her legs then inched her briefs down until the back of them slipped beneath her curving buttocks and the front excitingly pressed its tight edge across the strong columns of her upper thighs and the protruding muscled mound between them.
Leaving them there, he continued with his rain of kisses, moving his mouth all about her body, sucking at the magic spots, tonguing the shallow grooves of her ribs, burying his nose in her navel, tracing with his lips every intimate curve and slope of front, back and sides, yet never going below her hips. Entreatingly, blindly, she lifted her aching breasts toward him in silent urging but instead he drew back, cupping her bare white butt with his hands. "What'd'you want, Daisy Mae?" he whispered.
"I… I want you to… to make love to me…" she softly replied.
"I'm making love to you now, girl, the bestest, lovingest love you ever did have, baby. What more do you want?"
She guessed his meaning. "I want you to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she said, gasping with pleasure at the touch of his fondling fingers on the sensitive inside curves of her ass.
"What'd'you went from me?"
"Your… your prick!"
"What kind of prick is it you want, Daisy Mae!"
"Your… big… black… prick… Wes."
"That's good; that's real good, Daisy Mae. What'll you do to get it?"
"Anything… anything… just don't stop loving me!"
"Right on, baby, that's just about what you'll do, okay. You'll work you ass off for my black cock, won't you, Daisy Mae!?"
"Anything… anything!"
"Anything'll be later! Right now, just get back down here and get these things off me. Hear, cutey-cunt!?"
Her heart bump-beating with anticipation, her mouth dry with unholy excitement, Maryon stepped down off the stool and stood waiting as he sat himself down with his back to the mirror and stretched out his arms and legs. Swiftly, anxious to have him touch and hold her again, she drew the yellow T-shirt over his head, purposely brushing her hard, erect nipples over the course matted hair of his chest, ripped off his sneakers, then knelt to fumble urgently at his belt and fly. She closed her eyes as she pulled off his pants from under his obligingly lifted butt, wishing to see him completely naked before she caught sight of his manhood. When she was free of his clothing, still kneeling between his legs, she opened her eyes.
"Ohohohohohohohoh-ohohoh-oh-oh-oh-oh OH OH OH!!!"
Lusciously shiny purpley black, darker and as smooth as an egg-plant was his cock, free of foreskin, narrow-domed, sleek as sweat, tapering slightly in from the hard rubbery ridge below the dome down to the narrow cylindrical stem that jutting out proudly, rigidly from his sparse-haired crotch. Two great purple grapes hung from his prick beneath, smooth as satin. As she looked at it wide-eyed, he jerked it and, though there was no way she could not want it in her, she shuddered. Except for the hard ridge near his cockhead it was not big about, but its length! Like a child she splayed her fingers, placing her pinkies at his dry black root and her thumbs, stretched to their limit, along his cockshaft. Beyond their span, his cock reached toward her fully another three inches! Eleven inches in all? She shuddered again, but a hot surge lit her loins at the thought of this magnificence to be swallowed in them.
He leaned forward and took her by the shoulders, beginning his smooth, sensuous stroking again. "Kiss it, Daisy Mae. That's all… for now."
With drugged, amazed eyes, she leaned into him, rubbing the velvet-skinned hot cock flesh about her face before delivering a tender, sideways kiss on it.
"Up, Daisy Mae!" he commanded, running fingers in her ears to make her ooh! and tingle. Easing himself further forward so that his sweaty ass was hanging off the seat, he brought her in to stand between them, touching him, and told her to take her briefs off. She would have gone running naked through the streets for him by this time and, not caring how humiliating this all was, wriggled her briefs down over her knees, rubbing her bare legs against his, while his large black hands roved intimately over her dangling breasts. When she was standing up again, he put a pair of fingers to her wet-lipped cunt and took one breast between his lips, tonguing her nipple and sucking her tit till she felt faint with desire, meanwhile lifting one of her feet to rest on his thigh, the better to toy with her unprotected blonde pussy. Over his shoulder she saw through lust-heavy eyes the sleek shining blackness of him as he clung to her pliant white body, and let her hands wonderingly entangle themselves in his crisp curled hair, outrageously reveling at the sight of their contrasting nude colorings. She pressed closer against him, silently willing him to take her now. But instead he pulled her up to stand spread-legged over him as he half-sat there, and now she could see her full nakedness shamelessly displayed in the mirror. The strong hands moved around to her ass and he thrust his head up between her thighs, almost lifting her off her feet with the power of his hungry, working jaws. She almost cried out with pain as his big teeth churned at the soft skin of her belly and the tender tiny ridge that ran between her legs but then, as though skillfully aware of every last least change he was putting her through, Wes ran a long and licking tongue into her fragrant, gaping cunt, throwing his head back and moving under her so that, in the all-seeing mirror, she could look down over his fine broad nose and actually see the dark and glistening organ wash the wallow of her plump pink lips.
The sight of herself so wantonly presented added to her lust and she wriggled her hips, rubbing her satin thighs against the roughness of his hair, making her labia pucker and kiss him as his lips played about them.
And then his tormenting head was withdrawn. "Like what you see, huh, Daisy Mae!?" he said from beneath her, licking her cunt juice off his lips. "Okay, girl, now you'll really see som'p'n. Jest you stay right where you are, I'll be right back. And jam your fucking fingers in your little old white piece of meat, huh, to keep it warm and ready for Uncle Wes!"
Not daring to disobey lest he change his mind and leave her poised on the cliff-edge of her desire, but with a wince of disgust at what she was doing, Maryon prised apart the lips of her cunt with one hand, smoothing back the tiny golden curls there, and thrust two fingers of her other hand between them, bending at the knees to further widen the passage. As soon as her vagina felt the loving invasion, it automatically sent its messages through her to continue and she watched in weird wonderment at herself as she frantically frigged herself in full illuminated view of the naked black boy in the shadows behind her. But it was not for long, for now he dragged into sight a wooden kitchen chair which he placed behind the stool, facing it and the mirror. Delicately he sat in it and slid his bent legs beneath her till his feet rested on the table-top and again she could see his waving black wand framed by the inverted V of her slender white legs. Wes lay back with his shoulders low down against the back of the chair, then abruptly told her to bend down and grab his ankles. Like this he could see, inches from his face, her twin holes, vulnerable and defenseless, but instead of lingering, he reached forward and struck her behind her straining knees so that they bent and she involuntarily dropped to a wide-kneed, forward-leaning crouch. Wes started to play his sinuous fingers along the hollowed ridge of her curved spine, letting them at last come down to the darker valley between her cheeks and scratch and scrabble at her asshole until she felt the sphincter muscles push the hard brown ring out toward him. He laughed as he ran a set of scraping nails across its itching surface, then reached below her and took hold of his long, purple prick. For a while he amused himself by rubbing it around between her widespread satin thighs, teasing her with its knob, letting it bang and bob against her vulva.