'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.
Frank said good-bye to Phyllis and walked out the door. He felt the need for a little air and descended the exit stairs to the ground floor. He smiled as he saw Eno Yaw dozing in the elevator. He supposed that sleep was all an old man could enjoy-not realizing that Yaw was only as old as he was.
Frank crossed Classic Place and entered the park. He walked until he reached a bench that faced his building. He sat down and looked up to the sixth floor. All was dark in Apartment 6-B. One of his special dreams lived there.
Chapter 8
Friday night had been a big day in Keith Broy's life. He had worried from early morning about his meeting with Bettina Werp. He had practically dragged himself up the six flights of stairs to appear before the door of Apartment 6-C.
Now he waited there, screwing up enough courage to knock on the door. He wondered if he were going to make it at last; lose his virginity to the girl his aunt had found for him. The girl who was to become his sex educator.
Keith wiped sweat from his forehead, pocketed the handkerchief, and pushed the button that set the chimes to work.
The door opened and there she was, amply tittied, slim of waist, long-legged, and beautiful. Keith was instantly aware of his own shortness; his mouth came close to being on the same level as the girl's nipples!
All the girl wore was a turtlenecked one-piece body stocking in black. It served to highlight her pretty face and the shoulder-length hair that was somewhere between gold and copper in color.
'You're Keith,' the girl said.
Her lips framed the most engaging smile Keith had ever seen. He couldn't get his own lips to release a word of acknowledgment.
'Come on in,' the girl invited. 'I'm Bettina. Tina if we become friends.'
Keith stared at the sensual picture she made as she stood there in her black body stocking. The thrusting mounds of her firm breasts were molded by the thin material as the nipples pushed their own impression outward.
'Come in!' the girl repeated and turned to lead the way into her studio.
Keith felt his cock begin to show interest in what his eyes were looking at. The pretty swellings of flesh moved gently as the girl walked ahead of him.
The girl stopped suddenly and looked over her shoulder. 'You can't talk but you can close a door.'
'Oh!' Keith said. He felt embarrassment rise as he turned to shut the door. 'I'm sorry.'
'Think nothing of it.' The girl had an effective smile. 'You'll learn to do things, yes?'
'I'll sure try!' Keith followed the girl into the studio where she taught dancing. It was large and square with
