Anne Preps for First Black Stud

With my feet still on the floor and my butt lower on the bed than hers, I leave a string of kisses across her stomach. Some are quick touches. On some, I linger. She is still.

Finally, I crawl between her legs. I still kiss and lick the same area, from the base of her breasts to a little lower than her navel. No inch is left untouched.

Her dark landing strip of hair is shaven on its borders. Her bush is trimmed, but longer, than most. Very erotic. Perhaps this is the latest style. I wonder how the word gets around among girls, when styles change.

I press my cheek to the inside of her inner thigh, close to her pubic area. I feel her warmth and softness. I slowly kiss and lick around this area of her inner thigh. Eventually I repeat with the other thigh.

I run my tongue around the shaved borders. I get a whiff of Vic. Her hand rests on my head. Her breathing is picking up.

"God, you are gorgeous." I mean it too.

I start kissing small circles around her opening, the circles getting subsequently smaller each time.

Quick, unpredictable licks and kisses are rendered to her outer lips. She starts gently moving against my mouth. Then I run my flat tongue around the outer lips, and flick her clit a couple of times. I lick up and around her clit and back down the other side. I hold my tongue against her clit for a moment, then press hard and rub my tongue up and down. She likes that. Her hunching is more pronounced.

My cheek is again pressed to her inner thigh. I kiss and lick both her thighs, taking a short break. I kiss my way up gradually on her stomach. When I get to Vic's line, I try to continue rising. She pushes me back down. Anne observes the rules.

I return to her opening. I try to hold her hands. She does not go for that. She will use my mouth, but she is Vic's girl, not mine.

I insert my fore finger, hold it, then, vibrate it. I add my middle finger, hold and vibrate. She is not too thrilled with this.

Her clit is gently sucked, flicked and pressed by my tongue. Her preference is being checked. She prefers my tongue pressed against her clit and rubbed up and down. That gets her going.

Perhaps twenty minutes have transpired since I took off my shoes. Her breath labors. She swings her left leg over my neck and then the right. She locks her ankles and starts hunching harder against my mouth.

She holds and squeezes my ears, hard. Ninety seconds or so later, she squeaks, moans, and trembles just a touch. My face is wet.

She never runs her hands through my hair. She just rests one on my head.

To my knowledge, she never once looks down at me. Anne will not be on my Christmas card list.

After a few moments, she releases my ears. She grips me with her legs against her face for another minute or so. She stretches her legs wide.

I lick her fluids and kiss her all over Ross' territory. I gently try to turn her over. Surprisingly, she lets me. She rests her head on the side, on her crossed hands.

Her beautiful neck and back are covered with kisses. Perhaps she does not realize this is forbidden territory too. She does not object. I briefly consider rimming her, but this has never been my thing. I reach down and kiss and lick the backs of her legs and thighs.

Vic enters and stands a few feet away. Slowly he takes off his shirt. Vic loves to strip for the ladies. Usually Vic strips out of a business shirt, expensive slacks and Italian shoes, which seems more erotic than shedding a golf shirt and shorts. Plus, this is the second strip show tonight for Anne.

His 9 inch plus thick, coal black cock wobbles and jerks a couple of times and then is fully erect. I wonder if he manages that in the few seconds he has been in this room, or did he walk down the hall with a boner.

Vic slowly advances to the bed. Anne's knee hit me in the head as she swings up to meet Vic. She looks like she will cry again.

"Oh Vic! I was afraid you were not coming back! I will be better this time."

Vic chuckles softly. "Baby, I was absolutely coming back. Nothing could have stopped me."

Vic and Anne embrace. Their kisses are soft at first, little touches, on each other's lips, face, shoulders, and arms.

She is standing on the edge of the bed, on her knees. I position my face toward the ceiling, resting on the bed, besides her. She ignores me. Vic has her position on top of me, her pussy in my face.

My tongue darts around her outer lips, and reaches for her clit. But she is not interested. Elvis has left the building. Or just entered, depending on how one looks at it.

Depending on whether Anne leans forward, backward, or stands straight, my view of them varies.

Anne kisses and licks her way across his massive chest, while he holds her head in his massive hands.

The kissing becomes deeper, longer.

They start swaying. My mouth loses contact with her pussy. She notices, then presses it again on my face. Perhaps she is capable of multi-tasking after all.

Vic kisses her on the top of her head. "Baby, I am going to be so good to you. I am going to make you feel really, really, good."

They embrace and are locked in a kiss as he slowly lowers her back to the bed. For a while, he rests besides her as they continue caressing and kissing. She whispers urgently to him and she opens her legs wide. He slowly slides between them. They continue kissing for a long while.

She nibbles at his diamond stud earring.

Vic kisses one breast, then another. He sucks one. She holds his head. She moans with her eyes closed. She kisses the top of his head.

On his left elbow, Vic guides his cock to her opening with his right hand. She kisses his neck, along the shoulder blade. Vic becomes frozen. The mushroom head is not all the way in. She is still kissing him.

Vic glances at me. This is not good, his look says. Anne catches his glance. She moans with distress, and shakes her head.

My eye catch a couple of pillow chocolates besides the resting jewelry. Hopefully they have some mint. Some girls feel a tingle from the mint. I make a couple of steps, and slide the chocolates in my mouth. Vic correctly guesses the next maneuver.

He crawls up high enough that Anne can suck his cock. He holds her head.

I insert one finger, then shake it. Then two fingers. I spread the chocolate bunched on my tongue at the top of her wall, and spread it around, what little will spread around. I again flick her clit. This will not serve as lube, but perhaps will at least give a spark to the effort to open the golden portals.

What a sight they are up there! I could make a million bucks with a photo of this beautiful, classy, rich, Minka Kelly look-alike nuzzling the huge black balls and sack of her muscular, cut, aggressive, coal black stud stallion-horse.

The old stud teaser wants to find a fence post, if not a quick bathroom break, and lope Little Flipper for some relief.

Vic is again between her legs, on one elbow, pressing his cock.

She is begging. "Please, please Vic! Fuck me! I can take it! Pleassseee.......fuck me...I can't go on without it now, Vic. I have got to have it...please, please, please fuck me..."

Vic works the full head in. Then he is still. Slowly, he works in another half inch or so. And so forth, no bucking or rocking, a half inch at a time.

This is the way my Granddaddy said it was at Tarawa, in the South Pacific, for the Marines. One inch at a time. Then, the survivors went to Gobblers Gulch and consorted with the whores.

Finally, Vic is buried. They continue to kiss and lick each other. Slowly, very slowly, Vic begins to move. A quarter inch out and in, a half inch out and in, then maybe an inch, the build-up over ten minutes or so.

When Vic fucks, it is as if he is trying to expel a burning coal from his chest. He bucks, clasps, jerks and is frantic at times. Not the kind of controlled, paced fucking that I, and guys in the porn videos do.

Women struggle to stay up with Vic. He uses a variety of positions-doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, standing and holding the girl, titty fucking-all kind of rabid movements to expel his burning coal. The girl's hands go everywhere, trying to help. Sometimes it reminds me of the futile efforts to hold and console someone in severe pain, which for Vic, this appears to be.

It takes Vic forever to orgasm, to expel the burning coal, even when he tries for a quickie. After a short rest, if a rest at all, the burning coal returns. Vic is again searching for the hard-to-get orgasm.

But this is different. Vic's self-control shocks me. He never tries to move Anne to another position. He hardly moves, almost reluctantly fucking her. Anne's hands continued to sweep across his back and shoulders.

His thick necklace rests mostly on her upper chest. Earlier her legs are pinned, up on his shoulders. Now, they are on each side. She moans. Her head thrashes when I assume she has orgasms, but I cannot be sure.

They whisper to each other continually. For several minutes, I have watched from the couch. I cannot make out what they say.

This is the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed. And I have seen many things I should have not.

Finally Vic's pace quickens just a little. He cups her head in one hand. They look into each other's eyes. He keeps whispering to her. His butt and thighs quiver and twitch.

"Ohhh.... Sheeiitt!!!" he yells, twisting his head from side to side.

Anne laughs and kisses his face, jubilant. The tiny mare has finally pleased her big, coal black stallion stud horse.

Minutes seem to go by. I doze on the couch. Perhaps just the rustle of a sheet wakens me.

Vic slowly rises from Anne. He walks my way, toward the bathroom.

He looks down at me and squeezes my shoulder, on his way by.

Vic will be back. He is just getting started.

Vic turns one lamp light off, on his way to the bathroom. In the dim light, I see Anne looking my way.

A moment goes by. I slowly walk to the foot of the bed. Her eyes follow me.

Slowly, I lower myself to my elbows. Anne raises her knees, the bottom of her feet on the bed.

I slide forward.

I find a dry spot on her inner thigh, besides the trim line. I kiss it, leaving my lips there.

Desire is overcoming my shame.

Anne stares into my eyes. For the first time.

"Do what you are here for. Taste your black master."