Fred Richard - Bawdy-House Mother

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.

"Suck it, boy. Suck it!"

Keith sucked it. His prick had risen again, hugging his belly in a curve against it.

Phyllis groaned this time. It felt so good. And the familiar contractions were on their way.

"Suck it, boy, suck," she said loudly as her little baby throbbed against Keith's lips.

Keith kept the pulsing clit in his mouth and looked up. Phyllis' face was almost white; her lips were compressed and her hands were busy squeezing her wonderful breasts.

"Stop!" she commanded.

Keith let go of her baby and watched it. It began to lose its congested state as the throbbing ceased. It became smaller and smaller and returned to its hood of flesh like a small snail with a bit of its tail showing.

Phyllis reached the end of her quivering and moaning and looked down at Keith. She put her hands on his head and said. "That was beautiful, Keith. It was marvelous. It was superb. It was terrific!"

"How did your baby feel?" he asked.

"Like more," Phyllis said.

Keith stood up. "Look at me?" he said. "My, that little thing is ready again!"

"He's never satisfied, Phyllis."

"Let's see what we can do." Phyllis lay on the bed with her legs spread.

Keith stood still and looked at Phyllis as she lay_ in a position to receive him. She was a black doll for sure.

"Come on, Keith," Phyllis said. "Cover me."

Keith climbed on the bed between the black legs. He lay down upon the doll, feeling her breasts squash beneath his chest. He felt under his body to guide his prick into the black hole.

"Put it in," Phyllis said.

"It is in!" Keith said.

"Well, start to go, man! Don't just lay there, give us some action!"

Keith began his sexual rhythm. It was then he felt Phyllis squeeze the muscular tissue at the mouth of her vagina. It gripped his cock as he worked it in and out. In seconds he shot his load as muscular contractions shook his body and he yelled, "Cunto! Cunto! Cunto!"

"Man," Phyllis said as she put her arms around Keith, "that thing is sure sensitive."

"I wish it weren't," Keith said. "I can't stay long enough to enjoy the pleasant feeling."

"We've got all night, Keith, so if your thing can rise again we'll do it again and again and again." Phyllis stroked his hair and said, "If you can get him up I can open my legs."

Keith got off Phyllis' belly and the bed. He stood waiting for her. She said as she too got off the bed, "Let's take a shower together and then we'll eat."

"I'm ready," Keith said.

They had fun in the shower. He washed her black cunt and she washed his little prick. They toweled themselves and didn't bother to dress. Off they went to her red and white kitchen where they ate.

Phyllis had cooked some fried chicken. She placed it on the table with some wine.

"This Chianti is good," Keith said as he looked at Phyllis' breasts across the table.

Phyllis didn't explain about the relationship between Frank Kazarra and herself. She said, "How often do you get to eat chicken and drink wine in the nude?"

"Never," Keith said. He chewed on the leg of a chicken and when his mouth was empty he said, "I told you my mind is always on sex."

Phyllis was sipping her wine. "Don't tell me you've thought of something to do?"

Keith laughed at the thought he had seen in his mind.

"Tell me what is so funny," Phyllis said.

"Has your baby ever had intercourse with a penis?" Keith laughed again.

"You've flipped, man," Phyllis said. "You're a noodle-doodle."

"No, I mean it," Keith said. "Want to try?"

"My baby is" so sensitive and long I believe I could if I found a willing thing to do it to."

"Mine is willing," Keith said. He washed down some chicken with some wine. "Want to try it?"

"Why not? It will be something very unusual. But what do you have in mind?"

Phyllis stood up quite willingly and Keith knelt down with happiness shining on his face. He licked the lips where the little clit was hidden. As he continued to lick the little baby came out of hiding. It slanted downward as his own prick climbed up against his belly.

Phyllis stood there with her belly thrust out. "Suck it, boy!"