Michele's Awakening Pt. 01

I lowered it once more and she lifted her head. But this time I held it firmly as she planted three wet, sensual kisses on the head, gently wrapping her softness around it. "Put your head down, baby" I instructed. She did as she was told, and I lowered it to her lips. Again wet kisses, licks, and smacks, but this time I was more insistent, asserting downward pressure. She accepted it, allowing it to gently part her lips before squeezing them tightly around it and drawing it in.

The sight was mesmerizing: Michele's beautiful mouth wrapped wide around the shaft, her tender, moist lips clinging to the dark contours of the head and veins. She would suck it in and I would pull it out in a tug of war. Sometimes it would pop out with a wet smack. Then I would kiss her deeply, offer it again, and she would take it. Her nipples were rock-hard and she was grinding the air in front of her. Her eyes were glazed.

"Isn't it sexy, Michele?" I asked, gently pulling it out of her mouth with a moist pop.

She moaned "Yes" in reply, and I returned it to where she could easily reach it if so desired.

"Isn't it beautiful?" I continued.

She took it in again, slurping and smacking in reply, nodding her head. She feasted passionately as our motions established rhythm, alternately sucking it deep, then teasing the head and ridges with her tongue, her pretty eyes rapt with desire. "It's beautiful" she murmured.

"Do you love black cock, Michele?" I asked? She moaned and whimpered. "Do you?" I repeated.

"Yes" she whispered, shaking all over. "I love black cock..."

"Why do you love it, baby?" I continued. She hesitated. "Tell me!" I urged.

"It's...it's so big! So s..strong and d..dark..." she stammered. She was in the zone.

"What do you love?" I taunted.

Again she declared, her voice cracking with emotion, "I love black cock..."

"Do you want black cock to breed you?" I asked, my voice cracking in turn.

She closed her eyes and wildly gasped "Yessss!"

I moved it down Michele's body, following with my lips and tongue - neck, breasts, belly - until I was face to face with her panty-covered pussy. Her simple, white-cotton undies were completely drenched: the fabric had wicked up so much moisture I could easily see her inflamed contours and pinkness underneath. I guess I should have removed the panties before securing her legs, but this sight was so beautiful I was glad I forgot!

I kissed her delicate mound, enjoying the feel of the warm, wet cotton on my lips and her sweet scent. I pulled them to the side, the cotton clinging closely to her folds. I blew air on it and the aroma was overwhelming! Then I simply tore them off, holding the wet fabric against my face. I set the cock on her tummy and crawled between her legs, holding her panties over her face. She breathed in deeply, her eyes twinkling. My own cock felt like it was going to split open, and it was dripping profusely.

I moved back down to her uncovered pussy. It was so beautiful! Swollen, pink and glistening, with an immaculately maintained honey-blonde beaver tail. I looked up at her smooth body: her inner thighs, pussy, tummy, breasts, and finally her pretty face looking back at me propped up by the pillows. Her expressions showed desperation: she was flushed, lips quivering, breathing roughly - gasping, her full, conical breasts rising up and down. I kissed her inner thighs gently before moving to her pussy.

She trembled at my touch as I kissed and licked gently all around it, then more firmly, then gently delved into her slit with my tongue. It tasted like warm honey. I teased her lips and clit with my teeth and tongue before moving to her delicate anus. The feel of her firm, crinkled ring under my tongue made me tremble: I reveled in her gasps and tremors as she had never even let me touch her there before. I licked her up and down until she was grinding that sweet mound in my face, close to release. I pulled back and she groaned. Then I rubbed the phallus on her tummy, then her inner thighs, then all around her pussy. Her eyes had left mine completely and she was fixated on it. It was time.

I kissed the entrance to Michele's womb with the dark head. It was then that I realized I had forgotten the small bottle of lubrication that came with it. She was so wet I decided to continue without interruption. I gently stroked her lips up and down as they opened like a flower, then applied pressure, softly meeting resistance. Michelle was breathing out of control, staring wide-eyed as it barely budged. But with each gentle though firm push it sank a little deeper, penetrating a little further than each previous thrust.

Both of us watched intently: the contrast between her smooth, pink labia and the dark, veiny phallus was intense. I watched her watch it, gasping, her mouth open, her brow furrowed. "Unnnngh...unnnnngh..." she whimpered. She bit her lip, her head shaking back and forth nervously.

"Do you want it, Michelle?" I asked.

"Oh God! Please give to to me!" she responded breathlessly.

"What do you want?" I continued.

"Please fuck me!" she cried. "Please! I want it inside of me..deeper!" It slid deeper and deeper, her wet, golden hair swirling on its surface. And I then witnessed something wonderful.

Michele was stretched obscenely, her labia clinging tightly to the penetrating darkness. Embracing it. It filled her almost completely between her anus and clit, so that as it penetrated it threatened to pull her anus in with it. Her clit was rock hard, coral pink, and between it and her stretched labia was a small, pink, concave membrane where I could see the slit of her urethra. As I pushed it in, my eyes less than a foot away, I could see a perfect droplet of pearly fluid ooze from the slit, which would then drip down the membrane to the shaft. As I moved it in and out more droplets would appear and drip down, until the dark, veiny shaft was coated with thick, viscous strands of her pearly cream. "Oh God...yes!" she cried.

"Say it, baby! Surrender to it..." I insisted.

Michele was delirious with pleasure, gasping and whimpering, her eyes fluttering but never straying more than a second from the hard darkness that had taken over her mind. She glistened with perspiration, her tummy clenching violently, her creamy pussy slurping and queefing on the conquering black shaft. "Say it, Michele" I cried.

"I want black cock!" she wailed. "Pleeaaase! God, Oh God...breeed me! She was having multiple orgasms. Finally she exploded with such intensity it scared me. Shaking and sobbing she put her head back on the pillows. We were both trembling as I slowly pulled the phallus out. It exited with a wet slurp, Michele's abused cunt frosted with her cream. She was gaping. I took the cock and crawled up next to her, holding it to her lips, where she hungrily took it in and cleaned it of her secretions.

Then I untied her legs, and her arms, and she wrapped them around me. I kissed her deeply, savoring her sweet taste and smell. Then I cleaned her in turn before, like the previous night, effortlessly sliding in and exploding. We embraced and caressed each other, and I told her I loved her. After several minutes I asked "So, do you want a real black cock?" She nodded her head: "I do." We didn't say another word, falling asleep with our arms and legs entwined.

This became a regular part of our lives. It changed our lives. To both of our enjoyment Michele became more and more free with her feelings and desires, and our lovemaking expanded in all directions. It was a wonderful, intensely sexual time of exploration and discovery. One that would reach its natural consummation four months later.