'Don't we always?' Frank asked.
Phyllis laughed. 'With a prick like that, how could we do otherwise?'
Phyllis and Frank had many things in common. Both had come up from what is called the wrong side of the tracks, Phyllis had been born in Harlem and had suffered every vestige of hate that abounds in the white world for a black person.
Frank had been born in 1925 on the same day Wyoming got a woman for governor. His father and grandfather had been hod carriers and neither had placed his family on a level of living that could be called middle-class.
With Phyllis, strict attention to her schoolwork had taken her to Barnard where she had to struggle to graduate. From college she went to Macy's where she became a highly regarded buyer of women's fashions.
Frank followed in his father's footsteps-but only for a while. He entered the Army and found many avenues of learning open to him. He had a knack for construction work and on parting from the Army he attended evening classes in a nearby community college.
At last the days of living frugally came to an end for Phyllis. She left the big city for more pleasant living in upper New York State. She put her savings in a swank boutique which she established in Frank Kazarra's building.
Frank was not afraid of taking chances. He married a rich woman who had money to invest-and Frank did that for her. However, he was shrewd and honest with the money he borrowed from his wife and his building was a testament to his skillful operations and her finances.
It was Frank who, after several months of seeing Phyllis, had suggested the prick and cunt combination that led to the free rent treaty. Why not? Phyllis was twenty-three years younger than Frank. Where else could he get a clean black girl whose skin was soft as velvet? And where could Phyllis get a white prick as large as the kind so erroneously attributed to all black men?
For Phyllis, taking Frank's cock was no big deal. She had had big pricks in her cunt since she attended high school; and one in college had been all of twelve inches long! She had taken that one down to its balls, and in return it had shoved her womb out of place-had in fact tipped it so fortunately that she couldn't become pregnant.
'Look, Frank, my tits are ready,' Phyllis said.
And they were indeed. The nipples were dark red and large. Now they protruded outward, erect and ready for some wine bathing and mouth sucking.
'Bring them here, Niggerbaby,' Frank said.
Phyllis mounted the lounge chair with Frank's hips between her knees. She dipped two fingers in the full wineglass and wiped them over the nipple of her left breast. She bent forward to push the nipple into Frank's greedy mouth.
'Suck that black tit, Frank, lover,' Phyllis said.
Frank sucked on the nipple and then licked the flesh around it. 'More,' he said.
Phyllis dipped her fingers in the wine and smeared them across the nipple on her right breast. While Frank sucked, she reached down and began to finger the stiff rod that was near her cunt.
Frank had been sucking as contentedly as a baby before Phyllis began fingering his cock. He continued to suck on the nipple. As his prick responded to the black fingers stroking it, he murmured: 'No finger-fucking, Niggerbaby.'
'Niggerbaby wants to be fucked, lover,' Phyllis said.
Frank pushed the nipple away. 'Let's fuck now then,' he said.
'Oh no we don't, lover!' Phyllis dipped her fingers in the wine and bathed her left nipple again. She pushed it into Frank's mouth and said: 'You always suck just like an expert, Frank, so suck some more.'
Frank gathered Phyllis's right breast in his large hand and squeezed it as he sucked on the other. He was a nipple sucker-a real titman who enjoyed this kind of 'petting' before tackling the real thing.
'My baby is coming out, lover,' Phyllis said, 'so keep on that black tit.' She began fingering the stiff cock again.
With the nipple in his mouth, Frank said words that were almost unintelligible. 'Don't do that or you'll have me squirting my juice before I cock you!'
Phyllis again let go of the rod and drank some wine from the glass she had dipped her fingers into. She replaced the glass on the table and pulled her tit from Frank's mouth. 'Put your arms around me, lover,' she said.
When Frank's arms were around her waist Phyllis bent backward. She reached for the wineglass and quickly put it against her right breast. Frank watched until the glass stood bottom up on the black tit. He pulled the black body toward him and licked the trickle of wine that escaped.
Phyllis bent forward, removed the glass, and pushed the nipple in Frank's mouth. 'Suck it, lover, you're making me feel so nice!'
Frank sucked the splendid-size nipple and licked the wine-wet flesh around it. 'I can't take any more, Niggerbaby,' he said. 'I want to fuck!'
'Okay, loverboy,' Phyllis said as she got off the chair. 'Look me over and then we'll fuck.'
And she had something to 'look over'! Her voluptuous favors swung gently as she moved away from the lounge chair. Her small waist emphasized her buttocks which were handsome globes of black flesh. With meat on her thighs and shape on her calf's, her legs were comparable to those of any well-stacked white woman.
Phyllis turned slowly and moved that way toward Frank. She was a pretty girl with Nordic features rather than the Afro look of large nose and thick lips. In fact, if her flesh had been light instead of dark, she could have passed as a well-tanned beach beauty.
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.