'Are you a breastman, Keith?'
Keith's face flushed. 'I looked at yours, didn't I?'
'They were covered. Now do you want to see them bare?'
'May I suck on them?'
'Of course! That's what a breast is for, silly.'
Phyllis turned her back. 'Unzip me,' she said.
With fingers that trembled Keith pulled down the zipper and Phyllis took off the white blouse she was wearing. She was braless.
'Put your arms around me, Keith. Don't look, just feel them.'
With her back against him Keith cupped the magnificent tits in his hands. He moved his hands so the touch of the soft black flesh nourished his prick so it began to rise within his slacks.
'They're like velvet,' he said, squeezing the mounds.
Phyllis turned to face Keith. 'Now you may suck them,' she said.
Keith got down on his knees while Phyllis moved to sit on the edge of the sofa. Keith got between her legs and began kissing the black beauties with a fervor that made Phyllis think how well-he would suck her baby.
Keith fingered one breast while his mouth was busy on the other. Phyllis' tactile corpuscles were on the move. Her little baby was stirring in its cave of flesh. She loved it so much.
'You're a good sucker, Keith,' she said. She patted him on the head. 'A real good sucker.'
Keith moved his mouth to the other nipple. He said nothing. Why talk when he could fill his mouth with black velvet flesh?'
Phyllis felt her nipples become harder. She was ready to break the news to Keith, but she hesitated. What would she say? Then she said it quickly. 'Would you like to suck something else?'
Keith kept the rosy nipple in his mouth. He wondered if he had heard right.
'Well, do you?' Phyllis said.
Keith released the nipple. 'What did you say?'
'I said-oh, hell, Keith, I want my little baby sucked!'
'Baby?' Keith said. 'What baby?'
Phyllis held Keith's face in her hands.
'My clit, my clitoris, my baby!'
'Is that what you call it?'
'Yes.'
'Sure, I'll kiss it if it will make you happy.'
Phyllis planted her lips on Keith's forehead. 'You're a doll,' she said. 'Wait here, drink your wine. I'll get ready.'
'Do we have to hurry?' Keith asked.
'We can take all night if you like.' She knew she didn't have to worry about Frank; he was in Los Angeles.
While Phyllis was out of the room Keith made a quick phone call to his mother, telling her that he was staying overnight with a friend. He was back on the sofa drinking his wine when Phyllis returned.
Except for the golden slippers on her feet, she was nude. Her black body glistened in the lamplight, sending instant waves of passion through every fiber of Keith's loins. She posed her sensual body in front of him, lifted her big tits with her hands, then let her touch glide down over her belly to the black triangle of coarse black hair.
Phyllis walked to the center of the room. 'Come,' she said.
Keith went quickly to her, 'Will I pass inspection?' she asked.
'One hundred percent!'
'Then get down on your knees, Keith, and suck on my little baby!'
'I will,' Keith said, 'but I want to see your cunt first.'
'No words like that, Keith. I don't like them.'
'I'm sorry, Phyllis.'
'You didn't know I don't like them. Come on into the bedroom.'
Keith followed Phyllis into her white and gold room. 'Take off your clothes, Keith.'
Keith began removing his shirt and slacks. 'Don't expect a heavy piece of equipment,' he said.
'I don't really care what kind of equipment you have as long as you'll suck my baby.'
'I will,' Keith said. He turned his back to take off his shorts. When he had them off Phyllis said, 'Turn around, I want to see what you have.'
Keith made a cautious turn.
'Well, look at that!' Phyllis said. 'Come here so I can touch it.'
Keith went to the bed on which Phyllis was sitting. She said, 'I have never seen a stick like this. It's so uptight against your belly.'
Keith was ashamed of his penis. 'It's little,' he said.
Phyllis fingered the little stick, as she called it.
'You must be used to big ones.'
'Do you believe that myth that all black men have large ones?'
'Don't they?'
'Not all of them.' Phyllis' absentminded stroking of Keith's cock had brought on the pleasant feeling that comes only seconds before the discharge of semen.
'I'm coming!' Keith said. His voice was harsh as the charge of come shot through his pubic hair, up as far as his navel.
'Boy, you're sensitive!' Phyllis said. She laughed at Keith's predicament. 'Take my panty and rub off that stuff.'
Keith took the panty from the pile of clothes, on the bed and wiped himself clean. Without thinking he held the crotch piece to his nose.
'How do I smell?' Phyllis asked.
'Clean and perfumy,' Keith said as he placed the dainty material on the bed.
'No more talking now,' Phyllis said. 'You want to see me, kneel down.'
When Keith knelt down Phyllis raised her legs and held them apart. Keith looked with awe on the first black cunt he had ever seen. He thought it was beautiful, and he said so. 'It is very beautiful.'
Phyllis laughed. 'No man has ever called it beautiful. I think it's terrible.'
Keith finger-traced the triangle of coarse hair which was above the confluence of the major lips.
'It's real nice,' Keith said. What had surprised him was that the lush black lips of her vulva held between them the inner lips. They were like a streak of brilliant carmine and were wonderful to behold.
Keith ran an index finger down the red lips that seemed to be peeking out at him. He used his thumbs and parted the large lips. Their inner walls were bluish in color. The red inner lips remained together and upright. He bent forward to kiss them.
'No, boy, no!' Phyllis said. She sat up, pushing Keith's head away from her cunt.
It was then Keith noticed the little thing coming out of some fold of flesh above the red lips. He watched it move outward and downward until it was almost two inches long. It looked like a very tiny prick to him. He pointed to it. 'Is that your baby?'
Phyllis stood up and walked around Keith. He turned on his knees to face her. 'That's my baby,' Phyllis said, 'and you're going to suck it!'
'I want to,' Keith said eagerly.
Phyllis placed her hands on her small waist and bent slightly backward to bring her belly forward.
'Suck it, boy,' she commanded. 'Suck my little baby!'
Keith moved closer to Phyllis' cunt. With his hands held behind his back he took the baby into his mouth and began a slow and pleasureful sucking of the clit that looked like a prick.
Keith's attention to the baby made its vessels swell and the nerve ends began to make it tingle.
Phyllis moaned softly. It was better than all her fantasies. For here she was at last, standing nude before a white man who was on his knees, sucking on her baby! Oh, lord, she thought, how long have I wanted this? She breathed softly.
