Prudence was certain that when she awoke, Douglas would be with her again, at least to eat. But when her meal came in, so did Captain Happy. She had put on a little wrinkle-free travel dress that she always carried with her on public transportation because it was easy to change into, but there was no need to be dressy in these circumstances. Captain Happy might be trying to impress her, but she was not trying to impress him! But she combed her blond hair carefully and applied just a touch of mascara over her big blue eyes and penciled her lids brown.
Captain Happy surveyed the blue print dress that clung sensually to her long shapely legs, and his eyes climbed the extent of her tiny waist up to the succulent tits. She looked regal, and for the first time he realized what a magnificent queen she would make. It was possible his people would object, but he had an answer for that. His whole bargaining power with the British was that he wished to cane a pro-western country out of the middle of one that would be definitely anti-west once that rebellion took place! It was better that the government cede the Whitelaw Estates to Captain Happy and leave it to him to expand his country as best he could so that the anti-western forces, which were rumbling louder and louder each year, would be left in the powerless shape of a fragile donut on the outskirts of Whitelaw. To prove his pro-western intentions, he was marrying a white woman, whose husband… let's see… whose husband met with an accident? No! The big captain thought. That might alienate Prudence forever. But maybe her husband could be induced by Eflo…
He excused himself from Prudence almost as soon as he arrived, and slipped down the hall to Eflo.
"I could find nothing out from the pig of an ambassador. He kept telling me that Whitelaw was never mentioned at all in government circles, which is ridiculous! I want you to use your charms, Eflo! All the charms necessary to learn what you can, do you understand me?"
Eflo smiled a cat-like half smile, her shapely lips bending slightly downward and her brown eyes flickering with more complete understanding than he had intended her to have. She knew that the little blond hostage was too much of a temptation to him, and she supposed that Douglas must be kept busy and happy so that no one would ever be told what went on at Whitelaw. Happy did not wish to appear incapable in western eyes. He wanted to be the serious-minded reformer and expert governor. She had thought that taking hostages was the worst way to maintain a good image, but Happy's reasoning was that there was no point in having a good image if no one was looking. These days, one had to take hostages to be looked at! And, she thought, if it were true that Whitelaw was not being mentioned in government circles, then maybe Happy was right! It had not been much of a revolution to walk into the Whitelaw Estates as Captain Happy's forces had done while the Whitelaw descendants were away in England arguing over which of them should live here. But the black forces had moved in! Of course, the Whitelaws might not realize it yet!
The handsome captain turned and put his arm around her once again, squeezing her lightly as he had when he first came in. She felt his real indifference though a shot of electricity coursed through the faithful woman's dark loins, and she felt the inevitable moisture pooling warmly at the vee between her thighs. On a second thought, he leaned over and kissed her, paternally, just to the side of her mouth. She thrilled and then… "Can't we wait?" she rasped hotly.
The captain looked at her blankly and then impatiently as though there was something she was refusing to understand.
"Of course not! We don't have forever! And this… uh… mood you're in could be very valuable."
Eflo saw the lie in his expression. It glinted in his averted eye. In a low, barely audible voice, she murmured: "Okay, Captain, if that's the way you want to play it."
He was already looking toward the door, planning his exit line.
"Guess you had better get back to your business and leave me to mine, then," she told him, sarcasm just barely coloring her softened voice.
Gratefully, if guiltily, the big captain smiled and left.
Douglas Harper sat in the room that had been assigned to him, wondering how all the pieces in this fiasco fit together. He only wished that it were possible to receive some word from his superiors so that he would know what to say and what to do. The captain had made it clear to him that he and Prudence would not see each other again for weeks and maybe forever! In a way it was a relief Douglas found it difficult enough to think for himself without having to think for two! He had not been raised to think. He had been schooled by his father from the time he was small to quickly analyze and understand someone else's thinking and to translate it into the diplomatic blarney that governments used with each other. But to be this kind of translator, one had to have something to translate… some message, some instructions from someone!
What was Douglas Harper to think of the new country of Whitelaw? No one in government had ever mentioned it so Douglas had never heard of it. Had his government decided that it exists? Whether or not a country exists has everything to do with how an ambassador treats it! Well, if he made any mistakes, how could anyone possibly blame him, Douglas decided. How could he have an official attitude without knowing his government's official position? The only attitude he was sure of was toward his little wife. He knew he had to protect her, he had to cooperate for her sake, as long as protecting her through his cooperation did not endanger the official position of his country, whatever that was!
Douglas was already concerned about Prudence and this Captain Happy person. Obviously the man had made a pass at his pretty little wife and encountered resistance. Was that wise? Douglas thought of how proud he should be that his wife wanted no one else but himself. She had been a virgin when she married Douglas Harper and it had been very important to him. Because of the miracle of her virginity, Douglas had vowed to himself and to God Almighty that he would be faithful to her. It was the least he could do! However, that vow had begun to weigh heavily upon him. He was tired of her inexperience and her inhibitions. It would be refreshing, he found himself thinking once in a while, to get back to the more… more proficient women.
His dinner was brought in to him by exactly the kind of woman he had once found very proficient indeed. Douglas looked her over as she served him. In spite of the difference that her skin was black, she reminded Douglas of the first woman he had ever known, a young friend of his mother's. He guessed that the black woman's age was about what that woman's had been then, in her mid-thirties. It was funny to remember because Douglas had been only eighteen at the time when his father caught them together. The boy had been terrified, certain that it spelled the end of any help his father had intended to give him to get into the diplomatic service. Instead, his of punishing him, his father had praised him for seizing an opportunity and doing something, finally, on his own initiative! Douglas had felt a little guilty about that ever since. For the initiative had actually been the woman's!
Except with Prudence, Douglas had never been backward with women again. He prided himself on his aggressiveness in this area, or he would if he were not now bound by marriage vows. He studied the tall black woman after she placed his meal on the table before him. She was some kind of slave, he guessed. She wasn't wearing the traditional khaki fatigues of the soldiers around here. Instead she wore a silky white dress that was slit all the way up one leg to the waist! Now she raised her long arms over her head to fiddle with the chandelier or something. She stretched her fine lithe back and thrust her tits forward against the shiny white material of her gown.
Quickly, being well trained for it, Douglas analyzed the message that Captain Happy was sending him by placing this beautiful woman in his room. Douglas was being given the courtesy, the privileges, that one gentleman accords another. There was no doubt in Douglas' mind that regardless of the official position of his government with respect to Whitelaw, it would be a diplomatic blunder of the first magnitude to refuse this voluptuous… mouth-watering… sex Goddess! He grabbed for her and met no resistance, just as he thought! He slipped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her up to him. She ovaled her mouth to say something, but he quelled the words by clamping his lips fiercely against hers and thrusting his tongue so deep inside her mouth that she couldn't talk if her life depended on it.
Although Douglas would never have dreamed it possible, the sultry Eflo was accustomed to kisses less innocent than his, but she found herself responding to his inexpert advances. She had no man but Happy for so long that she had doubted she could go through with this, but here she was! In love with one man and yet able to respond sexually to another, even a white man! And she was glad! Happy might not care, but she had the satisfaction of knowing that he wasn't the only man in the world for… well, at least for her body!
It's the only way I have to get back at that bastard, she thought! And she was glad that Douglas was willing, too, for his sake because of what his pretty little stupid wife was very likely doing right now! Obviously the young man had no interest in her. He had just seen her for the first time no more than ten minutes ago! But she had no real interest in him either, so what the hell! She would do as she was told… gladly!
And that's how Eflo decided to melt under Douglas' clumsy advances, urging him on. He sure had a lot to team, she thought, and I'm a woman with tricks to teach! Raising her black hands to the eager young white man's face, she whispered: "Everything will be all right. Don't you worry about anything! Listen to Eflo, baby," she cooed. "Eflo will take care of you!" She then moved her hands down along his lean hard body, probing around his hips at his belt and quickly unbuckling it and unzipping his fly. He was young and lithe and his youthful naivete excited the black girl beyond her original expectations. She had been with Captain Happy for so much of her life that she had forgotten how good a young one could feel, his skin so taut and resilient, soft and yet hard and firm at the same time.
Douglas, forgetting the meal, moved closer against her and unzipped the white dress. He pulled the silky material down off her glistening black shoulders. He was surprised how beautifully her dark skin shown in the soft bedroom light… how it felt like velvet to his timid touch.
"Eflo," he repeated the name she had given him. "Eflo," he whispered. "You are very beautiful!"
She smiled at him, a little grateful for the compliment. "Let's get undressed and get into bed," she murmured. She led him toward the big bed, the white dress hanging around her waist. She wriggled out of the rest of it, leaving on only a pair of black bikini panties so sheer that he had not realized she was wearing any. The brassiere was the same transparent black, and her heels were a see-through black plastic. Douglas watched her fascinated as he peeled off his own clothes. But as she reached behind her back to release the small clasps of her brassiere, he stopped her.
"No, please!" he whispered hoarsely. "Let me do that!"
"Surely," she said softly.
The door was locked on the outside, Douglas guessed, but he hadn't seen her lock it on the inside. He started toward it, but she stopped him.
"It can't be locked from the inside, if that's what you're planning," she told him with a gentle smile. "I wouldn't worry about it. No one will come."
Of course not, he thought. It was a stupid gesture of habit. It was just that she was making him forget who he was and where he was and why he was there! He watched her return to him with admiration, her trim black hips and small waist ripe for loving, her legs long and alluring. The young ambassador had never seen a more temptingly proportioned woman. Not even Prudence could match this!
"You're tall," he said, "but absolutely perfect!"
She laughed at him. "And you're young but just as perfect!" He grinned, embarrassed and self-conscious, and reached for her. She melted into his arms with a warm and passionate kiss as he slowly peeled off the rest of her clothing. Completely naked, she then slipped off her shoes and let them fall bluntly to the floor. Douglas gaped at the glassy dark triangle of kinky hair between her legs and then up at her short black hair on her head, which was not nearly as curly. He leaned over, pushing her back against the bed, feeling her tremble with excitement while she retained a hint of maternal control. He felt her eyes drift to his white prick which was only halfway erect and heard her say, unbelievably: "Has anyone ever given you a blow job?"
God, he had never allowed… He shook his head.
"Well, it's about time then!" She eased out from underneath him and guided him gently back on the pillow. Then she propped a second pillow under his head. "Maybe you'd like to watch," she suggested. "Especially the first time," she added with an uncontrollable touch of malicious humor. He had to be over twenty five and never had a blow job! England must be a very strange country. And to think they sought to teach others how to live!
Douglas felt a tide of foolishness wash over him, but the lewd excitement of an unknown experience kept his docile and he felt his cock grow heavier in anticipation of the woman's obscene intentions. His only venture into such uses of the mouth had been an attempt once to kiss Prudence between the legs. God, he couldn't imagine what had gotten into him! She had stopped him, of course! This woman was not the first who had tried it with him, either. Always he had refused, even while feeling the lascivious desire to let it happen. Now… now he was a prisoner! Now he had every right to cooperate in everything! Still, he ought to show some resistance!
"Do you want me to suck it?" she suddenly asked.
His mouth hung open with indecision. Then he closed his eyes, as he tried to say "yes" while trying to say "no" at the same time. It was a terrible quandary, and he could smell her intoxicatingly heady perfume, too. He felt the silkiness of the bedding under him and let himself drift down into the dark, recessed desires within himself.
"Y… yes. All right," he whispered at last.
Eflo knew what she would do for him. She would work him up slowly. She lay down at his side and closed his eyes again with her fingers, stroking the contours of his tense, handsome white face until the firm lines melted. Then she kissed him sensually on the mouth, running her black fingers through his thick sandy brown hair and kissing him hard until he opened for her just as she had for him. All thoughts of Prudence or of being married or of being taken hostage by some unknown, unrecognized black junta disappeared from the young ambassador's mind, and he focused completely on the expert ministrations of Captain Happy's mistress, letting her toy with his earlobes as she blew softly inside and licked and kissed so gently his pale eyes and his pinkish cheeks and his white neck.
"Oooohhhh, it feels so good, Eflo," he encouraged her, mummuringly. "It feels really great." He reached out to touch her ebony black tits which swayed voluptuously above him, grazing against his sparsely haired chest, her nipples spiky and dark and hard with desire. He cupped the full dark mounds in his palms, crushing his fingers into them so that it almost hurt her. His action was unplanned, natural and unavoidable as she built up the lust in him that had been hovering in his subconscious for some time now. He felt the black woman's fingers inch down across his stomach, caressing with her palms the soft, tautly drawn flesh of his lower abdomen. His skin jumped under her touch and his white cock loomed in stiffer erection. As his hands clutched reflexively tighter on her tender tits, she cautioned him: "Please, not so hard!" with a gentle laugh. Slipping down out of his reach, she positioned herself on her knees between his legs.
Douglas gasped as he felt her spread his legs, and he raised on the pillow to watch her lower her head to his heavily upthrust swollen cock. Her jet black hair fell over the inner line of his thighs. It was just long enough to tickle and send shivers up and down his nakedly exposed body, shivers that only intensified as she tauntingly stroked the loose foreskin of his massive, rigid cock back and forth over the blunt, blood-engorged head.
Eflo teased the soft, sandy-haired sac of his white testicles with her other hand much as a kitten plays gently and tentatively with its first ball of yam. She was accustomed to Happy's big black balls, and it was almost as though she didn't know just how these white ones would react.
"Yesssss, it feeeeeeelssss gooooooodddd!" The white man lay back on the pillow, spreading his legs wide to allow the woman greater access to his cum-swollen balls and guided her head with his hands to the throbbing hot rod of his prick. "Suck it now, Eflo," he pleaded lewdly. "Suck it for me now!"
Eflo looked up at him, watching the lust mounting in his features. "Tell me what you want me to do, white man! Just tell me exactly what you want me to do!"
Ambassador Douglas Harper groaned, the constant pumping action of her fingers over his sensitive cock-shaft and the tickling motion of her nails around his inflated balls driving him wild. "I said I want you to suck me, dammit! I want you to suck me real good!"
"How, Douglas? How do you want little Eflo to suck you?"
And the ambassador got the point that this was part of the game. "With your lips, baby. With your beautiful… bl… your gorgeous lips, deep in your mouth. Suck me dry with your mouth!"
"All right, you asked for it, white man!" she mewed, and she lowered her head to the massive white cock looming like an exploding devil-stick out from his loins. Ovaling her mouth wide to fit his raging circumference, she then sucked it neatly up into her hungering mouth, clamping her wet warm lips over it and sliding it as far back as it would go into her silky throat.
"Grrrrruuuuuggggghhhhh," Douglas groaned. "Oh, God, Efloooooooooo!"
The lewd, granite-rigid thing filled the kneeling black woman's whole mouth until she thought she might choke, so she tilted her head back, pressing the tender ridge of rippled flesh along the underside of his blood-swollen shaft. And then she lowered her head once again, letting her long pink tongue lap around the bulbous warmth, wetting the way for her tightly circling lips.
"Does it feel good, Mr. Ambassador?" she asked with a touch of good-natured sarcasm, pulling away for a moment. "Is Eflo making you feel good?"
"Just wonderful, baby! But keep it up! Don't stop!" He urged her head back down over his straining prick, tangling his fingers in her black hair and obscenely rocking his hips off the sheets of the big bed. He raised up from the pillows once again to watch, marveling at the sight of his own desire-reddened cock disappearing with each hard loin-fuck up into her darkly ovaled mouth until only a little bit remained visible, lewd and veiny purple, but still relatively light against her black skin.
Occasionally Eflo gagged on the urgent thrusts of Douglas' fucking instrument, but she found that she loved having it a thick hot prisoner in her mouth just the same. It made her feel strong but also pampered her maternal instincts. She knew she was giving this young man something he wanted and needed but, for some reason, had not been allowed to give himself. As long as he lived, Eflo thought with a silent sigh, she would never understand the white man's silly self-denials!
"Suck it, Eflo baby!" he called out, almost shouting in the heat of lust. "Suck it harder, baby!"
Obediently and willingly, Eflo sucked down on the huge white invader, holding the rock-hard base of it clamped hard between her palms and edging her knees up against Douglas' thrusting ass. Then slowly with her fingernail, she teased at the tiny opening around his asshole, relishing the young man's lurching response and throaty groan of approval.
Tossing his sandy-haired head back hard into the pillows, Douglas arched his chest out as Eflo's wet tongue vibrated wildly at the tiny slit in the tip of his lust-engorged cock-head, then licked maddeningly at the nerve-tingling spot just below the crown. His lust-driven cock throbbed and jerked with a life of its own inside the dark warm cavern of her velvet mouth bobbing up and down over it, as she struggled to regain the rhythm that his hips were instructing. Her dark tits swayed forward between his thighs, riding in against them as her head fell the distance down between his legs, then brushing away again as she rose for air.
"Harder! Oh, Eflo… hardeeeeerrrrr!" he cried out, cruelly clasping his hands around her head and pulling her face down fast against his striving loins, forcing his cock the wet oral distance until he could feel the head crush against the back of her throat.
She slaved away to please the pale young man just as Happy had bid her, slaved at his pale, lust-swollen prick as her own dark body glistened nakedly from the tiny drops of sensual perspiration. She was getting hot and wanted Douglas to take care of her aching pussy soon.
"Cum for Eflo," she began to purr throatily. "Cum for Eflo, baby! Cuuuuummmm!"
Glancing up at her younger partner, Eflo saw that he, too, had broken out in a sear, his forehead glistening and his teeth clenched. She didn't care for the white teeth against the pale coloring of the lips and skin, she thought, thinking of Happy's solid, strong-looking ivory grin, framed so beautifully in his black face!
Frantically she pumped away at his lewdly upstanding rod of blood-filled flesh as she felt his lustful torture working to a head. Instinctively she knew that it would not be long now before he would unleash his rampant load of thick hot sperm up into her captive mouth, and she would taste the acrid viscous liquid on her sensitive tongue. She wanted it, wanted to taste his burning cum, wanted to gulp it down until there was no more left in his strange white balls! It would ad be down there, lining the insides of her thirsty belly. It would be a real treat for him, she knew, because she doubted that the white women ever did such things for their men! Certainly this little Prudence creature never would! Happy would soon tire of that one!
Aaaaahhhhhh, it must be soon. Eflo had always liked the hot sperm-lava in her belly, and she slaved harder to hasten the inevitable moment when she would get her reward for all this labor. Harder and harder she sucked, at the same time obscenely fucking just a tip of her finger into the lust-sensitized entrance of his hair-lined asshole. Again he lurched with the pleasure it created deep within his gut.
"Oh, God, Eflo, stick it in! Stick your finger in there, in my Goddamn asshole!"
But smiling, she mumbled around his hard-driving, lust-incited cock, "Later, white man! You're almost to the peak now! We'll save the rest for later!"
Later! Visions of an all night tryst in this opulent prison with Eflo danced crazily before his eyes. He had never had an orgy with a woman before, not an all night fling! He wouldn't dare play with Prudence all night! That wasn't sex! It was decadence! Something you did only when you couldn't help it, when you were a prisoner, like this! Prudence had tried to prolong it once, he recalled, but it was a woman like Eflo with whom a man spent an entire night!
"Oooooohhhhh, God Almighty!" Douglas gasped into the large room. "Aaaaahhhhhrrrrrggggg!" His overtaxed balls released an agonizing torrent of white-hot sperm, streaming up into Eflo's voluntarily working mouth as he sucked it down, down, down into her willing throat. The ambassador groaned and moaned, letting his sandy-haired head thrash violently from side to side as the gorgeous black mistress of the Head of State gulped frantically at his wildly pumping, fucking rod!
"Don't stop! Ooooohhh, don't ever stooooooopppppp!" he pleaded, tangling his white fingers tighter in her black hair and ramming his convulsively fucking cock deeper and deeper down her velvety throat. He had never felt anything like it before in his life. The idea of this sensuously beautiful black woman, a stranger until only minutes ago, now naked and hunched up between his legs and giving him the most incredible cum ever… intensified the experience unbelievably.
"Oh, Eeeeefloooooooo!" he groaned, his ass beating against the silky feeling sheets as his viscous offering spilled into her open mouth, gushing, spurting in a torrent of pent-up frustration that he would never be able to lock in again.
With unexpected strength, Eflo pressed his legs and thighs down hard to the bed, holding them with her bent forearms as her hands worked the last droplets of sperm up out of his shuddering prick. Douglas felt himself a prisoner in her strange embrace, his cock an ecstatic victim as she wrenched his contracting waves of orgasmic relief out from his very soul.
"Aaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!" he groaned again.
He thought that it was surely over now, and still she kept on sucking him, wringing out of him heretofore unknown depths of pleasure as if there were no end to them. Captive to her mouth and hands as much as to Happy and his men, Douglas bucked up against her, exhausted yet exhilarated, until he had to scream out: "Christ! Eflo! God Almighty, stop! No more! No morrreee!" Yet she went on! She knew there was more, and she wanted to savor every bit of the hot streaming fluid which lubricated her throat like acrid honey, surging down her throat like a molten stream of fire-water from the thundering heavens. She pressed her black arms down on him like a vise, loving her feeling of power over this handsome, important man for whom she was performing the ultimate service.
She smelled the masculine scent of his naked white flesh, and her own desire mounted with each thrust and jolt of his body, giving itself up to her. Her thirstily gasping cunt seeped with warm liquid moisture, her clitoris ached for attention and relief. And as she coaxed the last drop of liquid from his softening cock, she pulled her cum-smeared dark lips reluctantly from their snowy prey and rocked back on her heels, watching the ambassador's slow recovery.
Twitching before her, the last spasms subsided as he stretched out his long pale legs the full length of the bed and slowly opened his gray eyes to look at her.
"God Almighty!" he whispered finally. "What in the world did you do to me? Who taught you a thing like that? Is it… is it common…" He stopped. He would look into such things when he reached his post, if he ever did. To her he looked pale and spent but relaxed. Eflo felt a maternal surge of affection for him, this poor white stranger, and lay close to him, wiping his sweating brow with her hands.
Running her black hands over his perspiring white chest, she lied, "You inspired me to this, and as soon as you are ready, I will inspire you!"
Then she hopped off the bed and trotted, stark naked, to the table, where a pale of ice was melting. Adeptly she took the wine bottle from its chilly nest, uncorked it with expertise, and poured two glasses of burgundy for them. She brought them to the side of the bed.
"This will set you afire again," she promised, staring at his flaccid white cock that seconds ago had filled her entire throat so she had thought she would suffocate. He could not help laughing.
"I can't do anything more," he told her, wondering why he didn't feel embarrassed or inadequate about it.
"Oh, of course you can!" she promised. "Just drink this and then I shall teach you all kinds of tricks!"
He was curious. "Like what?" he asked, balancing his glass on her knee. He was beginning to feel inspired, not with lust, but with the desire to make her feel as good as she had made him feel. He guessed she might want him to eat her out. Strangely, he couldn't wait to taste her dark cunt, bringing it to the point of orgasm and then fucking his lust-swollen cock deep into her spasming, devouring cunt to bring them both off… Well, maybe he was being inspired with lust, after all!
The beautiful black woman just looked at him hard as she swallowed the last of her burgundy. She was feeling slightly flushed, her normally black skin a little blacker yet with a tinge of pink that would go unnoticed by the white man. But even he could see the spark in her brown eyes that made her even more beautiful to the now lust-intoxicated Ambassador Harper!
"I want you to fuck me up the ass," she whispered, repressing a smile.
"Whaaaaat?" The young man from England was righteously shocked. "I don't believe you! You're joking!" he exclaimed.
"No, it would be just great if you want to. I would like you to."
Again Douglas struggled between his desires and his upbringing like a referee caught between two stubborn prize fighters in the ring. "Well, hell, I…" God, he really wanted to! "I… uh… I'd like to try… I guess."
"Finish your drink," the seductress told him in a low voice.
Douglas finished the burgundy almost immediately, and she reached for his glass, taking it with hers back to the little table where he was supposed to have eaten dinner.
The only reason Eflo had suggested that he fuck her in the ass was she guessed he had never done it to anyone before. God, it had been a long time for her. She could hardly recall when she had felt that peculiar pleasure last! She could hardly recall the pleasure!
As she turned her back on him to place the glasses on the table, Douglas noticed for the first time that her back was as beautiful as her front. She was long waisted, her black hips flaring out gracefully from her tiny waist like the petals of a black tulip, and over her curving, ebony-black asscheeks puckered two identical, mysterious little dimples. Douglas could see, too, the even darker, enticingly beckoning slit of her ass and the black pussy hairs peeking out from between her smooth legs.
Yes, she was marvelously dark and softly mysterious down there, and he longed to touch the unknown, to feel this black woman's flesh and explore her hidden mysteries, expecting to find them the same and yet different from those of a white woman. He didn't know what he expected, except that he knew she was different from Prudence. Certainly she was different from his tiny wife! For one thing, she knew something! But what did he expect, he realized guiltily! Well, he owed it to Prudence to get it all out of his system, to learn more himself about really fucking a woman, a woman who could teach him things! He had thought he had been around before getting married. He looked over at his new partner again. He guessed he hadn't really gotten around at all!
Douglas reached his hand out to the beautiful black woman with new feelings in his heart. "You really are a great teacher," he told her. "You're the best!"
She turned and smiled at him. She enjoyed the new warmth in his feelings. "Thank you," she said, drawing closer to him.
He touched her on her beautiful black swan's neck. He fished in his mind for pictures he had seen, descriptions he had read in sex books. "How do you want me to do this, on your back or from behind?"
Eflo stared at him. She had not thought he would even know there were two positions. She didn't think he would know even one! "The only way I have ever done it is from behind. Perhaps we could try it the other way. Can… can you do it that way?"
Douglas looked at her and grinned. Whenever he had fantasized it, he had fantasized the woman on her back. He was confident of his fantasies. "Sure," he lied. He took his time, running the fingertips of one hand along her smooth dark shoulders and down the sides of her now more familiar tits. He no longer noticed her color as a difference between them but as an attraction of own. And, strangely, she was thinking the same of his white, now intimately known body.
She gasped with pleasure as she felt him twist his thumb over the swell of her softened nipple, taunting the center with his nail and then circling the ring of puckered skin around the tip.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," Eflo moaned involuntarily and lay back on the bed, ready to be loved.
Douglas Harper leaned over her, his sandy-colored hair falling over his gray eyes, and kissed the nipple with which he had been playing, rooting it out to hardness with his teeth. Then he pulled the pillows out from behind him and nudged them under the black woman's full asscheeks until her darkly shadowed loins were propped up high. Crawling in between her splayed open legs, he spread her smoothly rounded thighs as far as they would go and then parted the kinky fringe of her pubic hair with his thumbs to get a look at her nakedly exposed, coffee-mottled cunt.
Eflo closed her brown eyes for a discreet moment and then opened them to watch his progress. Her handsome white lover kept his gray-eyed gaze locked lustfully on her face as he spread the cheeks of her up-tilted ass wide and dipped his middle finger into the moistly seeping circle of her thirsty cunt. Then spreading her tight anal sphincter open to his lewd assault, he inserted his cunt-moistened finger slowly up into her clasping, defensively contracting asshole.
"Uuuuugggghhhhhh," she moaned, the first pain surprising her.
"Just relax," he counseled, feeling proud that at last he had something to give her! "We're going to have a good time for ourselves, Eflo! A bloody good time!"