The chance meeting with Keith Broys in the Coffee Shop had given Phyllis Reger lots to think about. Honest with herself at all times, she had been aware that something vital was missing in her relationship with Frank Kazarra.
She acknowledged that Frank was a man, all male, and he could perform like one. But he was an older Italian who believed sex was the man's prerogative.
Frank would no more consider sucking on her baby than he would let her suck his prick. And that was the something that was missing in her erotic, lust-filled relationship with Frank.
Phyllis realized that her great desire had to be satisfied. And why not by a young boy who was far from sophisticated? A boy like Keith who couldn't cross words with her when she had said, in the Coffee Shop, that she wouldn't eat him up.
She was now inflamed by the thought of Keith sucking on her little baby. She could visualize Keith on his knees before her, begging for the chance to take her unusual clit in his mouth.
The fantasy caused Phyllis' little baby to emerge from its cape of flesh, demanding attention. Its sensitivity was so great that the touch of her white nylon panty was sufficient to excite Phyllis to her sexual need.
In fact, Phyllis was becoming so crazy with her sexual desire that it had to be served somehow, and lustfully. She was therefore desperate. So desperate that she was ready to do anything to get the kind of relief she wanted so badly.
The cloudless sky was a deep blue with the sun making the April day bright when Phyllis entered the Coffee Shop and sat alone in a booth. It was the last Saturday of the month and she had much to do with her stock that morning.
Phyllis ordered coffee and an English muffin with marmalade. Her mind was on the work she had to do when someone behind her said, "Good morning, Phyllis."
Phyllis turned and her heart jumped. Keith Broys was standing in the aisle behind her.
"How nice to see you again, Keith," she said.
"May I join you?"
"Please do," Phyllis said eagerly.
Keith slid into the booth across from Phyllis. When the waitress came with Phyllis' coffee and muffin he ordered coffee and a cheese pastry.
"It's a nice day," Keith said.
"Beautiful," Phyllis agreed. It sure is, she thought. With Keith so close and her desire so immediate her little baby began to stir.
"What brings you here so early on a Saturday?" she asked.
"I couldn't sleep."
"A young man like you should be able to sleep peacefully."
"I do, usually, but I had an experience last night that kept me awake."
"Was it a good experience, Keith?"
"Out of this world!" Keith said, his eyes shining.
The waitress placed Keith's order on the table. As Keith bit into his cheese pastry Phyllis said, "Now don't tell me it was sex?"
Keith smiled. "How did you guess?"
Phyllis smiled too. She took a bit of her muffin and washed it down with some hot coffee. She said, "You seem more relaxed today; not uptight like you were yesterday."
"I'm a man today!" Keith said, and he proved it by looking boldly at Phyllis' breasts.
"Weren't you a man yesterday?" Phyllis asked, noting Keith's interest in her bustline.
Keith bit into his Danish pastry and chewed it up. He swallowed some coffee and said, "Not quite."
"Explain," Phyllis said.
"Can't," Keith said, laughing.
"Come now, Keith, you can tell Phyllis."
"I'd like to because I'm bursting with the experience."
"Why don't you?" Phyllis tried to look like a priest in a confessional.
"It's personal, and degrading, that's why."
"Oh come on, Keith, sex is a fine thing to enjoy."
"You can bet it is, Phyllis." He thought: Imagine, me passing out at my first fuck!
"Keith," Phyllis said.
"I'm sorry. Did you say something?"
"You looked like you were miles away."
"I wasn't," Keith said. "I was right in this building."
"Oh?" Phyllis saw her chance. "Want to tell me about it?"
They were eating and drinking as they talked. Keith drank some coffee and said, "I can't talk about my experience. Not that kind."
Phyllis drank the last of her coffee. What Keith had just said triggered.her determination to have him suck on her baby. He evidently wouldn't talk about any of his girl relationships. It made her feel good: she was going to seduce him. But would he do it?
"What are your plans for today?" she asked.
"I haven't any," Keith lied. He had come to the Coffee Shop with the hope of seeing Bettina. He was very anxious for another session with her miracle box.
"Will you come to the Boutique with me?" Phyllis asked.
"Why not," Keith said. "I have nothing: else to do."
"You can help me." She paid for Keith's and her own breakfast. Keith objected but Phyllis shushed him up. "This is liberation time, remember?"
Keith laughed. "Thank you, Ms Reger!"
The thought came to Keith of why he wasn't shy with this black girl. Was it the color of her skin? Did he unconsciously believe he was better than she was? But no. He liked black persons; the good ones. So it must be her manner of speaking; her personality; her way of making him feel in tune with her.
"Equal rights." Phyllis laughed softly. "Now we women can do what you men can do."
"I wouldn't bet on it," Keith said as he followed Phyllis to her store.
Phyllis unlocked the door and opened it. When they were inside she closed the door and locked it.
"Being here reminds me," Keith said. "I want to buy a scarf for a friend."
Phyllis went to the counter where the cash register was. She placed her pocketbook under the counter and took off the white suit coat she was wearing. Her breasts strained at the dark blue pull-over sweater she had on today.
She went to a cubby hole to hang up the suit coat. Keith followed her. He was fascinated by her bulging tits.
"Like them?" Phyllis asked when she caught Keith watching her.
"I'm sorry," Keith said. "I shouldn't stare."
"I don't mind, really. Look at them all you want. Now what did you say about a scarf?"
"I want to buy one for a friend," Keith said.
"That nice friend of last night's experience?"
"Yes."
"Well you can't buy one in my store," Phyllis said.
"Why?"
"I'll trade you for a scarf."
"I don't have anything to trade."
"You'd be surprised what I want," Phyllis said.
Keith looked intently at her and she said, "Oh, hell! I feel sort of lonely and I'd like you to have dinner with me in my apartment tonight."
Keith looked amazed. "You want me in your apartment tonight?"
Phyllis looked eagerly at Keith, "Will you?"
"What could keep me away?"
"Then you'll come." Keith laughed. "Don't say that."
"Maybe that too," Phyllis said. "Come at seven, and please walk up. I don't want anyone to see you enter my apartment. It's 2-B by the way."
"I'll be there sharp," Keith promised. When he left with his expensive scarf-a present for Bettina-he had all kinds of thoughts about what could happen in a black girl's pad.
So did Phyllis. She was so busy with her thoughts that she neglected working on her stock. It was five minutes before seven when Phyllis let Keith into her apartment. "Would you like a drink, Keith?" she asked.
"Do you have sherry?"
"No," Phyllis said, "but I do have Chianti."
"Fine," Keith said. He had been feasting his eyes on breasts that would make a sailor think of two 40mm shells.
"I'll get some," Phyllis said, adding, "Make yourself comfortable, Keith."
When she returned Keith was sitting on her green velvet sofa. "Here," she said, handing him a wine glass.
"Are you hungry?" she asked Keith.
"Not starved, really." Keith sipped his wine.
"Still thinking about last night?" Phyllis sat down on the sofa by Keith.
"Not really. I've been thinking about you."
"Were they nice thoughts?"
"Certainly. How else would I think about you?"
"Not sex!" Phyllis laughed softly and patted Keith's knee.
"Sometimes I wonder how I do so well at the University when my mind is crowded with sex."
"I'm not hungry either," Phyllis said. "With sex on your mind, would you like to play-like with sex?"
"Wow!" Keith said. "That's what I hoped for!"
"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.
"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!"
"Push your belly out more," Keith said.
Phyllis arched her back so her baby stood out. It slanted downward as if eager for the experience. Keith handled his cock so it slanted toward Phyllis' clitoris. He worked it so her stiffened clit was against the peehole on his cock. He pushed-and Phyllis' baby went neatly into the head of his prick!
"Keith," Phyllis said, "doesn't that hurt you?"
"No," Keith assured her as he forced the clitoris completely into the hole on the red head of his penis. "When I was younger I put cotton swabs in it and shot them out when I came."
"Stop talking, boy!" Phyllis said sharply. "Let this black girl's baby have intercourse with that white thing!"
Now Keith held his prick erect and still while Phyllis, with her hands on Keith's shoulders, moved her hips so her baby could fuck the white boy's thing. She began to moan faintly as she worked her hips to and fro. Soon the moaning became a sound of sensual enjoyment as the tender little rod began to throb.
Her eyes were closed and her face was turning into a gray color when she let go of Keith's shoulders and put her hands on her breasts. The orgasm that came sent shivers throughout her body.
While this was happening to her Keith was busy jerking off. He was being careful to keep the little rod into his peehole. As Phyllis' face turned white he let out a cry of pleasure and his load of sperm soup shot upward and bathed the little clit as it popped out of the hole.
"Wow!" Keith said. "That's fucking!"
When she returned to normal Phyllis said, "I'd never in a year of Sundays believe that my baby could do that to you!"
"And I only thought of it on the spur of the moment!" Keith said happily.
"It was wonderful," Phyllis said. "I never had a sensation like that. It made me feel-uptight."
"Want to do it again?" Keith asked.
"Let's go to bed first and rest awhile, Keith. I want my baby sucked again."
"I'd like that," Keith said. He followed Phyllis into her bedroom. They both crawled into bed and he held Phyllis close in his arms with her fine tits squashed against his chest. They had fitful naps through the night, each one ending in some kind of sex play. But one thing Phyllis couldn't do: get down on her knees and suck Keith's prick. But Keith was not disappointed. He sucked the baby again and again, and as often as his prick could stand it went into the black-lipped hole of his charming black partner.
Sunday came forth sunny and warm. It was a great day for Keith; he forgot Bettina as he sucked and screwed on a velvet skinned black girl in her elegant pad!