Keith Broys was so disappointed when he left his aunt's apartment he ran down the six flights of stairs to the lobby, where he entered a coffee shop.
He ordered coffee and a roll as he sat by the counter. He was feeling extremely frustrated because of Conchi's refusal to let him fuck her. He needed to be a man, to mount a naked female and drive his passionate cock into her love box.
He sipped the hot coffee and bit into the buttered roll. He needed to change his status from that of a virgin to that of a fucker. Of course he had come close with Bettina. But sucking a girl's cunt is not penetration. He wanted to fuck, fuck, fuck.
He finished the roll and swallowed some coffee, before he became aware of the attractive black girl sitting alone in a booth. When he looked straight at her he was surprised to see her smile and beckon to him.
"You're Keith Broys, aren't you?" she asked as he sat down and placed his cup of coffee on the table.
"That's right," Keith said.
"You're also Conchi Thorne's nephew?"
"Yes, I am," Keith said, liking the girl.
They both sipped at their coffee and Keith asked, "How did you know that?"
"Easy," the girl said. She sipped more coffee before saying, "You should know me, Keith. I'm Phyllis Reger. I run the boutique across the lobby."
"Of course," Keith said. "I didn't recognize you."
"You've been in my store several times-your aunt too."
Keith nodded. Seeing her now, across the table, made Keith nervous. His shyness was coming up despite the fact that he wanted to be friendly with Phyllis Reger. She was nice.
"Relax," Phyllis said. "I won't eat you."
She laughed and her laughter made Keith feel better. He tried to be nonchalant as he looked at the mounds that pushed against her white sweater. It had a V-neck that revealed a deep cleavage. The valley promised all kinds of pleasures.
"My," Phyllis said, "that could be taken two ways."
Her breasts had made Keith dense. "What?" he said.
"I said, I won't eat you."
Keith smiled as he caught the idea. "I wouldn't mind if you did."
Phyllis swallowed some coffee, almost emptying the cup. "Something is worrying you, Keith."
"I'm not worried," Keith said.
"I can tell. It's a woman, isn't it?"
Keith looked into his coffee cup. "Maybe."
Phyllis drank the rest of her coffee and stood up. "If I can help you, Keith, ask me, I like you."
Keith watched the swing of her buttocks as she went to the cashier's desk. When she went out Keith sighed. Boy, he thought, if I had the nerve I'd ask her to fuck me. He saw her legs in a quick mind picture. For a black girl she sure had nice legs. Her flesh had seemed soft, a velvet softness. Keith stood up and walked to the cashier. He thought, her cunt must be a beauty too.
Keith paid for his roll and coffee and went out to the street. He crossed Classic Place and entered the park. He sat awhile, dreaming of fucking Phyllis' black cunt; he had thoughts of smashing his cock into his aunt's brown thatched twat. Suddenly he smote his forehead with the palm of his hand. Today he'd be with a cunt, for real!
How could he forget a priceless thing like a date with Bettina? Was he afraid of her? Did he really want to fuck her? "You silly ass!" he said out loud. "You'd crawl there for the chance to fuck her!"
It was hours before the appointment set for his fucking lesson. He killed the hours by walking downtown and back, going slowly so he could see and appreciate the few shapely legs that passed. One set was so beautiful that he followed them until the girl turned into an office building. Now his cock was up against his belly, so he entered a big department store and went to the men's room to jerk off.
He was a little early when he reached Bettina's apartment. She had promised something special, but even that did not keep him from being nervous as he pressed the button. Bettina answered the door quickly and smiled as she dragged him into the foyer.
"Hello, pet," she said. She was dressed in a hip-riding skirt of light blue with a brief vest of the same material. The skirt went all the way down to her bare feet, and between the waistband and the skimpy vest she was nude.
"Hi!" Keith said.
"Is that all you can say?"
Keith's feelings eased. "Hello, Bettina," he said.
"That's better, my pet. Now let's go into the studio."
Keith followed Bettina, watching her hips more seductively.
"Want a drink?" she asked.
"Have you more of the wine you gave me before?"
"Sherry coming up," she said and asked, "How's that cute little belly hugger today?"
"Ready, willing, and able," Keith said.
"Able to take it easy, I hope. You come too quickly. I like to feel it in me for awhile before it comes."
"I can't help it, Bettina."
"I know. Let me pour the wine, then we can talk some more. Why don't you get undressed? I like to watch that little curved banana hug your belly. I never saw another like it."
Keith undressed completely while Bettina was at the bar. This morning he had blown his come into his aunt's brandy glass and he had jerked off in the department store toilet. Now his cock hung limp against his balls.
When Bettina returned she handed a glass of sherry to Keith.
"Sit down," she said, indicating the sofa.
Keith sat down on it and placed his glass on the cocktail table. He was still a bit shy with Bettina and placed his left hand over his sex equipment.
Bettina sat down beside Keith. She sipped the wine, keeping the glass in her right hand. She reached with her left hand and pulled Keith's hand away from his soft prick.
"I want to watch it grow, pet," she said, "Now what were we talking about? Oh, yes, the way your little banana comes forth too quickly."
Bettina wet the pad of her index finger with sherry from her glass. She rubbed the wetted finger over the glans of Keith's prick. She repeated the process until the little cock stirred.
"It's so sweet I could eat it up on you."
Keith reached for his drink and sipped from the glass. "If you did that and made me come I could hold back when I fuck you."
"Listen, my pet, you are not going to fuck me, as you say." Bettina watched the disappointment cross Keith's face. "I'm going to fuck you!" she said.
Keith brightened. "You are going to fuck me?"
"Why not, pet? Haven't you been in agony for two weeks?" Keith nodded and Bettina said, "It's time you got what you came for,"
Keith drank the last of the sherry in his glass.
"Want more?" Bettina asked.
"No," Keith said. "I'd rather have you eat my cock."
"I'll eat it and tickle it a little. I don't like come in my mouth."
Keith's little prick had risen while they were talking; it lay snug against his pubic hair. "My aunt likes it," he said.
"You mean your aunt sucks you off?" Bettina asked.
"Oh, no!" Keith said. "She'd never do that!"
"So how does she get come in her mouth?"
"I jerk off for her and she catches the come in a glass."
"Why would a woman do that?"
"It's her beauty treatment."
"To each his own," Bettina said. She stood up. "Lie down."
Keith lay on his back on the sofa. Bettina finished her wine and knelt by the sofa. She lifted Keith's cock away from his belly, holding it so the curved shaft was pointing upward. With delicate fingers she walked over the sensitive skin of the six inch prick. She teased the tender head before putting her mouth over it.
By sucking the head and stroking the shaft she had Keith breathing hard in seconds. He moved his back into an arch as if to press his cock farther into Bettina's mouth. But she raised her head off the cock and began to stroke the wetted flesh for only a few seconds before a load shot over Keith's bare belly.
After his spasms quieted down Bettina said, "Now that that's over, let's have some more sherry." She lifted her skirt and wiped the semen off Keith's belly and pubic hair. "Can't have your come soil my good couch."
When she finished erasing the come from Keith she kissed the softening prick. "It isn't a great hunk of love machine," she said, "but it is cute."
Keith liked the praise. He had always felt ashamed of his little tool. "Want me to kiss your cunt?" he asked.
"Not today, pet. I have great plans for my cunt. My miracle box is going to beat your little banana to death. You're going to cry for mercy and admit that you have been fucked, but good!"
"I've wanted to fuck a girl for years," Keith said.
"You're going to be fucked, pet." Bettina went to the bar and returned with refilled sherry glasses. "You're going to watch me dance, my pet, before your little banana gets into my miracle box."
"I'll like that," Keith said, taking a glass from Bettina.
"Bring your wine and follow me," Bettina said.
Keith was all eyes as she moved toward a mirrored wall. At her bidding he sat down on the floor and waited eagerly for the show to begin.
Bettina went to a tape player and turned it on. The music started, an exotic oriental song, and Bettina began swaying slowly from side to side. Her long blue skirt moved in time to her movements.
Watching the dancing doll, Keith sat cross-legged and open mouthed, holding his glass of wine but forgetting he had it in his hand.
Bettina did a belly roll and Keith kept an eye on her navel. She was more than an excellent dancer. Her long legs and short torso put loads of grace into her performance. She pulled her skirt up waist high, knelt down and bent backward until she was flat on the floor with her forelegs and feet by the sides of her fine body. In this position her legs were parted and the cunt that was showing hypnotized Keith.
"Wow!" he said. "I'd like to fuck you in that position!"
Bettina raised herself effortlessly. "One day, maybe, but not now."
Keith sighed as Bettina rose from her knees and continued her dancing. Her hands moved with elegance as her shapely body moved in the popular style called belly dancing.
Bettina stopped, holding her hands high in an unclosed circle. Nothing moved on her now except her hips, and they moved with such speed that the naked eye couldn't record it.
Bettina could oscillate her cunt so fast that it moved from side to side six times a second. No man could watch her without wondering what her whispering cunt could do to his prick. Keith was no exception.
"Wow!" he said, wholly fascinated.
"Glad you like it, pet." Bettina said as she put her hips back into neutral. "When I move that way my cunt is a real peter-beater, a pecker-wrecker!"
"So that's what you meant!"
Bettina went to the cocktail table to drink some wine. When she returned to where Keith was sitting on the floor she said, "Well, pet, are you ready for my miracle box?"
"I've been ready for two weeks!"
"I must warn you that I may hurt you so much you won't want to fuck a girl again."
"You're kidding! Imagine me never wanting to fuck a girl!"
"It's your choice, pet."
"If that kills me I'll die happy!" Keith grinned happily.
Bettina dropped her skirt to the floor and took off the blue vest. Now naked and lovely, she ordered Keith to lie down on a small rug near the wall-to-wall ceiling-to-floor mirror.
When Keith had positioned himself parallel to the looking glass Bettina straddled him. "Can you see my dangerous weapon, pet?" she asked.
"It's beautiful," he said.
It was a nice cunt. The red-haired lips were heavy and parted. The thin lips inside could be seen now, pink and long. The vaginal opening was the kind of twat that was ideal for the work Bettina was going to put it through.
She lowered herself so she was kneeling astride Keith's body. She faced him and asked, "Are you ready to lose your cherry, pet?"
Keith was more than excited now. He could only whisper "Yes." His eyes were busy on Bettina's body, caressing her red-nippled breasts, her bellybutton, coming to rest on the patch of copper-red hair above her cunt.
"No feeling me, pet," she said. "Just place your hands under your head and pray."
Keith did as he was told.
"Are you ready, pet?"
"I'm burning up!"
Bettina felt for Keith's stiff prick. She raised it, pointing the head at her cunt. Slowly she lowered her hips until the prick touched the opening of her vaginal passage. Without a moment's hesitation she sat down on it, her cunt utterly gobbling the poor little banana.
"Wow!" Keith exclaimed as his prick for the first time in his young life felt the inside of a girl's cunt. "That feels like heaven!"
Bettina didn't move. Her cunt lips cradled the little prick while her vagina worked on it. She had six hundred muscles in her body and she had developed one par excellence: the one that surrounded her vaginal portal. Keith could feel the muscles firm up, could feel the hardness of Bettina's buttocks as they rested on his thighs. He became more excited than a Holy Roller.
"How would you like me to torment your little banana with my peter-beater, my pet?"
"Do! Do!" Keith cried. He was already working hard to keep from coming.
Bettina raised herself slightly and oscillated her cunt so it began beating the little prick that was in it. The action was too much for Keith. He actually yelled as his sperm shot up into Bettina's vacillating cunt.
"You're killing me!" he yelled as his legs stretched out to their full extent and his toes began a flexing movement.
But Bettina didn't stop. Her miracle box moved with great rapidity as her vaginal muscles gripped Keith's prick as if it were in a vice. The little fellow in the dark hole of hell had no chance against such a grip, and before it had a chance to soften it was forced to remain hard by the pecker-wrecker that held it.
"Damn!" Keith yelled. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists.
Bettina's cunt continued to torture the prick it was holding. The little prick was again forced to shoot another load of soup up into the dark recesses of the miracle box which had no sympathy for it. It went on so quickly that the eye couldn't count the number of times it moved in a seeming desire to rip the little prick right off its bag of balls.
"Cunto! Cunto! Cunto!" Keith screamed.
Bettina heard nothing. Her eyes were closed and her breath increased to moans. She was sitting on heaven. Now the vaginal muscles tightened more around the shaft in her sheath. All thoughts in her mind were erased by the sensuous delights she was feeling in her cunt. She was like an automaton, working for only one purpose: orgasm after orgasm!
Bettina had counted four orgasms since Keith had shot his first load into her cunt. She couldn't stop; the feeling was too good to let go of. Moving, moving, moving; trying to speed up her peter-beating twat. She had two more orgasms before Keith cried again.
"You're killing me!" he yelled. "Stop! Stop! Stop!"
The muscles in his buttocks strained; his toes curled and uncurled, his fists tightened under his head, but he didn't struggle to get out from under the torment of the miracle box!
Bettina could feel Keith's third hot load shoot upward into the heights of her wondrous feelings as she had her final spasms. Tuned up so high, she had trouble getting her muscles to cease their movements of her body. When at last they quieted down she could feel Keith's triple load moving down the passage between his prick and her vaginal walls. She remained quiet, with eyes closed, savoring the wonderful stimulation that was ebbing from her nerve ends.
The come was now soaking Keith's pubic hair; going down between his legs where his balls were hanging. The wetness made Bettina open her eyes, and when she did she was amazed by what she was seeing.
Keith had fainted!