To tell you the truth, she wasn’t much to
look
at. But then, neither am I.
Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t scream and
run away ugly, she just wasn’t the kind you
would look at twice. Or even once. That’s
the
way it is with motel maids, few actually look
at them.
I was stuck in a motel in South Carolina
after
my car broke down on the Interstate. BMW
parts for older models are scarce and
expensive, and I had to wait while the part
came in from some place far away. Probably
Tibet. It was hot and humid, being the
middle of
August, but fortunately I didn’t have any
other
place I had to be. And I really like my car.
On the plus side, it was a pretty nice motel.
It
was not the kind where all the rooms are off
a
long, indoor corridor, or an outside entrance
where all the rooms are lined up like books
on
a shelf. This motel was more like
condominiums, with separate buildings, each
having four units each, two downstairs and
two
upstairs. As with good motels, they offer a
full,
hot breakfast. There are some nice
restaurants near by for other meals. They
have an exercise room and a five stroke pool.
A five stroke pool is one where I can go from
one end to the other in five swim strokes.
That’s fairly big because I’m a strong
swimmer. I need to exercise because without
it I would get huge. I enjoy eating too much
and I
have to burn off the calories as often as I
can.
Back to the story. The first time I saw her
she
was coming out of the office building as I
came
in to register. She was wearing a black dress
and tying on a white apron. I smiled and said
hello. She looked surprised, but she said
hello
back.
“Excuse me, miss,” I said, “is this a nice
place
to stay?”
“Yes sah, dis is a real nice place.”
“Are there rooms with kitchenettes?” “Yes
sah, dar is some real nice rooms.”
“And is there high speed internet?” My
computer is my office. I can work from
anywhere as long as I have at least a DSL
line.
“Oh yas sah,” she said with a grin, “we gots
all
dat stuff.” “Thank you. You’ve been very
helpful. What’s
your name? I would like to commend you to
the
manager.”
“Tank, yo, sah. Yo don’ havta do dat, sah.”
“I insist.”
“Ma name’s Milly, sah” All I remember seeing
was a middle aged black
woman, somewhat full figured.
I went in and rented an efficiency. While I
was
filling out the paperwork, I filled out a
commendation for Milly. I handed my Visa
card, my registration paper and the
commendation to the desk attendant, a
young
girl (young being, maybe early twenties) with
a
name tag that said “Jennifer“ on it. Perhaps I
should say, young woman, but to me, early
twenties means she is still a girl.
“You’re in room 511, Mr. Thompson. It’s the
building just on the other side of the pool.
Parking is in the back. Have a nice stay.”
“Thompson is my first name. Please be sure
the manager gets that recommendation,” I
said
as I put my Visa card back into my wallet
and
put the magnetic key into my shirt pocket.
“The owner is the manager, sir,” Jennifer said
pointing to a sign that stated -
This Inn is proudly owned and operated by
Miss M. Washington.
The next time I saw Milly she was cleaning
my
room. I was coming back from the exercise
room, hot and sweaty. It was only 9:30 and I
didn’t expect the staff until after noon. The
cart
was outside the room, but the door was
closed, so I thought she either hadn’t started
or
was finished. The magnetic card easily
opened
the door and as I entered I saw her bent over
the bed. She straightened up, startled, as
was
I.
“Oh,” I said, “ thought you were done. Will
you
be much longer?”
“Only ‘bout ten minits, sah,” she said.
“Okay, I’ll come back.” As I grabbed my book
I noticed that I hadn’t
left her a tip. I dropped a five dollar bill on
the
desk and left. Every day after that I was sure
to leave a five dollar tip.
I sat by the pool for fifteen or twenty
minutes
reading my book. I did not think about her.
Two days later I was in the guest laundry
folding my clothes. Whoever had used the
dryer before me hadn’t taken everything
because I found a pair of size six maroon
bikini panties in my dried clothes. I was
holding
them up, thinking lustful thoughts about their
owner when the maid walked by.
“I don’ know, sah,” she said with a chuckle,
“dem don’ look like yo’ size.”
“Of course not, they’re much too small,” I
joked back. “I need a much larger size. These
are so tiny they must have shrunk in the
dryer.”
“I’ll git yo’ a largah size, if yo’ want, sah. I
got
some in mah room.”
“Only if you’re in them,” I said, then I got
embarrassed. The joke had gone on long
enough and I didn‘t need t be charged with
sexual harassment. “I’ll just leave them here
for whoever lost them.”
I gathered up my folded clothes and went
back
to my room. I heard Milly chuckling as I
walked
away.
At this point I had noticed she had a fair
sized bosom that matched her rear. She was
not
hideously ugly, but then, she was no Hally
Berry either. Her mouth was large and thick
lipped, she was missing one tooth, and her
nose was wide. She combed her hair straight
back so that it ended in an uneven fringe
behind her head. She was about three or four
inches shorter than me. Her skin was the
black of someone who had nothing but
African
ancestors.
Things got a lot more interesting the next
day.
I came back from the exercise room, again
sweaty and tired from a long run on the
treadmill. The room was made up, cleaned
with
the bed made, new soap on the sink, and
clean
towels. All I wanted to do was wash the
sweat
away and relax.
My wet clothes were thrown into the corner
and I was in the shower in short order. I
washed off under hot water, then cooled off
under a shower as cold as I could stand it,
letting it run over my head until I had cooled
down. I turned off the shower, grabbed a
towel
and started drying off. Unknown to me, or
her for that matter, she had
come into the room to restock the tissues
and
the toilet paper just at the moment I turned
off
the shower, so that neither of us knew the
other was there. I didn’t hear her walking
around because the room was carpeted and I
was drying my hair with a towel and the
exhaust fan was running. I stepped out of
the
bathroom and into the bedroom just as I was
taking the towel off my head and she was
walking around the corner into the bedroom.
Without my glasses on all I saw was a black
shape coming at me where no black shape
should be. Or any other color or shape for
that
matter.
“YEEEAAAH!” she screamed, and threw the
toilet paper rolls and the box of tissues into
the
air. “YEEEAAAH!” I screamed, and dropped my
towel.



Next episode in a few.

We stood, staring at each other, me wet and
naked, she wide eyed and as pale as she
could be considering her skin tone. My knees
were shaky and my heart rate was at least
200 bpm. Way over my maximum.
She gathered herself together and looked at
me, with her eyes amazingly wide. “Oh my
Gawed, sah, ah’m so sorry, sah. Ah din’
know
yo’ was here, sah. Ah’m so sorry, sah. Is yo’
alright, sah. Ah’m so sorry, sah. Oh my Laud,
sah, Ah’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I finally managed. “You just
surprised me. No harm done.”
“Oh, sah, please don’ tells on me, please, sah.
I need dis job, sah. I’ll git fired if y’all tells
on
me, sah.” “Okay, it’s okay,” I said as my
heart rate
started to return to normal. “I won’t tell on
you.
Just please try not to surprise me like that
again.”
“Ah won’, sah. Ah promise ah won’, sah. Ah’ll
be real careful, sah. Ah promise.” All the time
we were talking, her eyes were
down cast but flicking up and down, looking
at
the naked white guy standing in front of her.
Finally her eyes settled on my privates. I
have
to admit, she could not have been all that
impressed. Truth is, I’m only average sized.
So what she said next really stunned me.
“Sah, would it be a’right if ah looked at ya’ll?
Ah
mean, ah ain’t nevah seed no white man
b’fo’
an’ ah jus’ wanna see what it look like, sah.
Please, sah?”
I couldn’t believe my ears. She wanted to
what?
“You want to what?” I said.
“Can ah look at yo’, sah, please. Ah ain‘t
nevah
seed no white man nekid b‘fo’.”
“Well, okay,” I said, “at this point you might
as
well. I no longer have anything to hide. Go
ahead and look all you want.”
I reached over and turned on the bedside
lamp, giving her all the illumination she could
possibly need to see everything there was to
see. As I thought about it latter, I was
actually
rather flattered. I am no Adonis, and quite
frankly, women rarely look my way.
She walked around me, looking intently at my
butt, my chest, my back, and of course, my
penis . Even at my face, which brought a
smile
to my face and to hers.
“Sah, would it be okay if ah tetched yo’, sah?
Ah mean, ah ain’t nevah tetched no white
man
neither.”
At that point, why not?
“Go ahead,” I said.
Tentatively she reached out and touched my
chest and ran her fingers through my chest
hair. Then she moved to my shoulder and
around to my back. She moved her hand
down
my back, over my love handles, and gently
over my ass. She walked around to the front
and after some hesitation, slid her hand over
my hip and onto my dick. She wrapped her
hand around me and lifted. There is no way
she could have been impressed, but she did
look fascinated.
“Ah nevah seed a white one b’fo’ or one dat
din’ have da skin on da end, sah.”
At least I knew I would always be her first
something.
As she held my penis with one hand, she
reached in with her other hand and lifted my
balls. The average man, at this point, would
be
growing hard. Not me. I was still wet and
standing in an air conditioned room. My
goose bumps were getting goose bumps.
With a sigh, she released me, said, “Tank yo’,
sah,” turned and left.

Clears throat

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amiibaby:
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I realized I was still wet and cold. I picked up
the towel and finished what I had been
doing,
slightly dazed at what had just happened. It
felt good to have been looked at so intently.
Still, I
doubted very much it would come to
anything.
A call came later that day, letting me know
the
part for my car was coming the next day and
my car would be ready the day after. I could
soon be on my way. It was too hot and
humid to do much of
anything. There were restaurants nearby, as
I
said before, but other than that, the only
other
things were car dealerships and office
buildings. It was even too hot to swim. I
was
not in the mood to explore, so the only thing
for me to do was to sit in my room and try
to be
interested in old movies in the TV. There is
only so much work I could do.
I was bored.
My mind drifted back to the incident with the
maid. The more I thought about it, the more
flattered I was. It felt good to be touched,
even
if it was analytically, and I started to feel
some
stirrings down below. Funny how the
attention
of just about any woman will do that to a
man. I
started getting ideas. Nothing wild and crazy,
mind you, just ideas. The next day I ate a
small breakfast and
exercised early. When I went back to my
room
I was hoping to get there shortly after she
did.
That’s what happened.
I had left all the lights on so that the room
was
well illuminated. As I entered I saw her
straightening up from the TV set which she
had apparently just turned on. Most motel
maids turn on the TV in each room as they’re
cleaning. It’s harmless and it keeps them
entertained.
“Oh, sah,” she said, “does yo wan’ me to
come bac’ late’ah, sah? Ah will, sah, it ain’t
no
problem a’tall, sah.”
“No. No,” I said. “I want you to clean the
room
now. I just wanted to be sure you didn’t get
in
any trouble because of what happened
yesterday.” “Oh no, sah, ain’t no body say
nutin’ to me,
sah. Ah ain’t in no trouble, sah.”
“Well good,” I said, “I’m glad to hear that.
But
I’ve been thinking. I just don’t think it’s fair.”
“Wuz not fair, sah?”
“You got to see me naked, but I haven’t seen
you naked. That just doesn’t seem fair to
me.”
She looked shocked at first, then she started
laughing. “HeHeHe, sah. Why would ya’ll
wanna sees a fat, ugly ol’ black woman fo’?
Hehehe.”
“I do not think you are fat. I do not think you
are old. And I do not think you are ugly. But
just like you had never seen a white man
naked before yesterday, I have never seen a
black woman naked before. At least, not a
live
one. I’ve seen pictures. I think it would be
fair
of you to let me see you without your
clothes.” “Hehehe! Oh, sah! Ah would git in
lottsa trouble
if ah done dat, sah. Hehehe. Yo’ don’ wan’
me
ta git fired, do yo’, sah?”
“Who’s going to know? You and I are the
only
ones who have a key, and we’re here. No one
can walk in and as God is my witness, I will
not tell anyone.”
“Hehehe. Oh, sah. Ah guess it’ll be a’right. It
do
seem only fair.”
YES!
She was wearing a black cotton maid’s
uniform
dress that buttoned from the neck to the
hem below her knees. She started
unbuttoning at
her neck, looking down as she did so. The
skin
of her cheeks turned as red as her ebony
skin
would allow. After each button she would let
out a little “Hehehe.”
Four buttons were undone to the middle of
her chest. Four more to her waist and the
top
started to gap open, reveling a large black
brassiere that covered all of her breasts.
More
buttons and now she had to hunch forward
to
reach the next one. She pulled up on the
dress
to reach the last few. When she stood up
straight the dress gaped opened and I could
see her black cotton granny panties.
She flipped the top back so it slipped off her
shoulders, slid off her arms, and fell to the
floor in a ring around her feet. She still had
not
looked me in the eye, but she had stopped
giggling.
“Now the bra,” I said, “please.”
Now she looked at me and smiled. “No one
evah ax me please b’fo’.”
I watched the bra come undone as one, two,
three, wow four snaps let loose and her tits
sagged down.
Still smiling, she reached to her shoulders,
flipped the straps down and pulled the cups
off
her breasts.
I have to tell you at this point that I am not
a big
tit man. I truly don’t care what size a
woman’s tits are. From A cups to D cups, it
doesn’t
matter to me. Of course, all of them are
wonderful in their own way.
This woman’s tits were far and away the
largest I had ever seen. They sagged, of
course. Gravity must win on breasts that
size. As dark as they were, her areola were
even
darker, totally black with, I swear, nipples as
round as my thumb.
All I could do was stare, mesmerized.
She giggled again, toed off her shoes and
then
pushed her panties off. As I took in her
entirety, I saw that her
stomach, while sticking out a bit, did not sag
down. Her waist was thick and her butt was,
well, pretty good sized, but it didn‘t sag
either.

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Her pubic hair was, naturally, black and very
thick, but her thighs pressed together so I
couldn’t see her sex. She looked very much
like an ebony statue of Venus found in
ancient
civilizations. Like I said, I was mesmerized.
“Ah has ta gits ta work, sah.”
“Sure. Yeah, sure, I’ll just watch.”
She slipped back into her shoes and started
to strip the bed. Her tits and ass jiggled
delightfully as she moved back and forth
making the bed. When she was done there,
she cleaned the bathroom, vacuumed the
floor, gathered the trash and placed it by the
door. Her movements were a model of
efficiency. And all the time she wiggled her
ass
and shook her tits at me. I even saw a hint
of
pink at her nether region as she bent over to
wash the toilet and to pick up the trash and
the
dirty towels I had thoughtlessly thrown on
the
bathroom floor. Through all this my
appreciation showed as my
gym shorts bulged in the front.
When she came back to where I was
standing
she stood in front of me proudly, with her
shoulders back and looked me in the eye. “Do
y’all wan’ me ta do anything’ else, sah?”
“No,” I said. “That was great. Thanks.”
“Okay den, sah. Ah just be gittin’ ma tings on
an’ be goin’”
She toed off her shoes again, stepped into
her
panties and pulled them up. The bra was
next,
covering those magnificent breasts. Instead
of stepping into her dress, she picked it up
and
pulled it down over her head, then buttoned
it
up from the bottom. Without a word she
slipped into her shoes, turned and walked to
the door, picked up the trash bag and went
out.
It must have lasted at least fifteen to twenty
minutes, but it seemed to have gone by as
quickly as it took to read about it.
I came to my senses when the door closed.
“Hey, wait,” I yelled as I rushed out.
“Did ah fo’gits somthin’, sah?” she asked.
“Uh,” I said eloquently. “Yeah, yeah. Umm, I
need more soap. And, uh, more towels.”
“All righty, sah, ah jus’ give em’ to ya now,
sah.”
“Uh, no, no! Bring them to me later. When do
you get off?”
“Well, sah, ah gotta work inna office till eight
tonight.”
“Great. Perfect. Bring those thing then. I’ll
still
be up.”
“Oh, ah don’ know, sah. Ah could be in lottsa
trouble if ah don’ dat, sah”
“Umm. Look, it’s still not fair. I let you touch
me all over and for as long as you wanted
and I
didn’t get to touch you at all. You should
come
back and give me a chance.” I know that
was
lame and desperate sounding, but I didn’t
have
any time for finesse.
But it worked! “Well, okay, sah. Ah sup’pose
ah could bring
y’all some soap and towels den, sah. But ah
gotta be goin’ now, sah.”
I’m glad they didn’t charge me extra for how
long that day seemed to last.
The only other thing of note that happened
that day was the garage called me to let me
know
that the part had arrived that morning and
my
car would be ready by ten o’clock the next
morning. Sometimes things just come
together.
Stupid as this might sound now, I actually
thought about what I should wear while I
was
touching a naked black woman. I decided to
wear a terry cloth robe just in case she
decided to chicken out and send someone
else
with the soap and towels. Of course I wore
only the robe, just in case things went very
well.

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Just in case you’re dying of suspense, things
did go very well!
By eight I was ready. I stood in the bathroom
doorway, with the bathroom light off and
watched the room door in a small mirror I
had placed on the side table. At 8:15 there
was a
soft knocking on the door. Several seconds
latter there was a louder knocking on the
door.
I said nothing. I waited. After twenty or thirty
seconds, I heard and saw the door open and
the maid peeked in and called out, “Sah?
Sah, ah’s he’ah wit’ da soap and towels yo’
axed fo’,
sah. Sah, is yo’ he’ah, sah?” She stepped
into
the room and the door closed behind her with
a
loud click.
It was, as they say, showtime.
I took off the robe and tossed it behind me.
Then I stepped out into the room in all my
naked, middle aged glory.
“Boo,” I said.
She looked surprised, but I don’t know if it
was
my sudden appearance, or my outfit.
“He’ah’s yo’ soap an’ towels, sah” “Thank
you,” I said, “just put them on the
chair. Good. Now please come over here.”
She kind of shuffled over towards me,
without
looking up, until she was beside me at the
end
of the bed.
“I believe this is where I stood when you
looked at me. Am I right?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I put my hands on to the first button
of
her blouse. “May I have the honor?”
“Yes.”
“Has a white man ever undressed you?” “No.”
She wasn’t wearing her maids uniform. She
had on a red silk blouse and a navy blue
skirt.
She was wearing sandals. Her hair was
combed down around her face with a soft
inward curl. I noticed that she had put on
some makeup. It was very subtle, as was the
perfume. She smelled like wild flowers and
musk. It was very nice.
The buttons were small and came undone
easily. Her breath caught when I reached her
breasts. She sighed when I reached her waist
and pulled the hem out of the waistband of
her
skirt. I looked into her eyes as I pulled the
blouse open and slid it off her shoulders. She
smiled at me and I noticed that she was no
longer missing a tooth.

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I slipped my arms around her to undo the back of her bra. The back strap was wide, but there were no fasteners there. Her breath tickled my neck when she said, “It hooks in the front.” In the space between her breasts there were probably six hook and eyes running vertically between her bra cups. I undid them until, with the last one, her breasts sagged down, but remained in the cups. I pulled the cups off her tits and they sagged down even more. I put a hand under each tit and lifted. Her breasts were soft and pliable, but large. It would have taken both hands to hold one of them, with some left over. The bra fell down, forgotten, on top of her blouse. “Have you ever had a white man touch your breasts?” I said as I hefted them and squeezed. “No.” “Have you ever had a white man suck on your nipples?” I said as I pulled her midnight black skin into my mouth and sucked. “Never,” she said with a catch in her voice. I should have noticed then, but I was too engrossed in what I was doing. There were other things on my mind and I was pointing upward and hard by this time. “Mmmmm,” she moaned as I licked and sucked and nibbled on each tit. Her areola crinkled up and her nipples became hard as I went from one to the other. The waist band of her skirt was held together by a button on her left side with a long zipper under it. My right hand easily opened the button and slid the zipper down. The skirt naturally stayed where it was until I encouraged it with a push from my hands. It pooled in a circle around her feet. She was close enough to me for my dick to span the distance between us. All I felt with the end of my dick was smooth skin which I thought must have been silky full size panties. As I rubbed her I expected to feel her granny panties waiting to be removed. All I felt was skin as I slowly glided my fingers from her waist to her hips and lower. I was starting to wonder if she was wearing any panties at all when I felt a string on each side. I looked down to see that my dick was rubbing her bare skin just below her navel and just above either the tinniest pair of large bikini panties or the largest pair of tiny bikini panties. They were maroon. It must have been the first time she wore them or it had been a long time since she wore them because her apparently untrimmed pubic hair poofed out on both sides, thick, curly, and black. “So you really did have a pair of bikini panties back in your room! I’m honored that I got to see them and with you in them.” She just grinned a big, toothy grin. “Have you ever had a white man take your panties off.” “No” “May I remove them?” “Yes. Please do.” There is no doubt that lust can close one’s ears as much as it can sometimes close one’s eyes. In this case I didn’t notice how she spoke, but I did notice that she looked better naked and made up than she did in her maid’s uniform. All I could hear were her positive and negative responses. All I wanted at that moment was to give and receive pleasure. I was hornier that night than I had been in a long time. I knelt before her and took the strings on each side of her panties between the thumb and first finger of each hand and, working them forward and back, I managed to lower them until her whole pubic region was exposed, but because her thighs naturally pressed together, they stuck in her crotch. It would have been possible to just rip them down, but instead I asked her to spread her legs a little more for me. She did so and, except for the gusset in the panties sticking to her wet pussy lips, I had no trouble lowering her bikinis to her feet where she slipped off her sandals and daintily stepped out of them. She stood before me as I sat back on my heels. I was once again mesmerized. She just smiled. To this day her image is burned into my memory. I continued to play the asking game. “Have you ever had a white man touch you?” I asked as I stood up and stepped close to her again. “No, never.” “May I touch you?” “Yes.” I placed my hands gently on her face, then moved them to her neck, her shoulders, her arms. The contrast of my light colored skin on her dark chocolate skin was striking. My hands moved inward to her breasts, my fingers caressed her nipples as my hands lifted and squeezed her tits again. She let out a soft sigh and leaned forward slightly into my hands. Her eyes fluttered, half closed. Her nipples became hard pebbles. Her back was soft as velvet with iron muscle beneath. I manipulated her muscles and she moaned how nice it felt. I leaned into her, my penis nestling upright into the crack of her ass, and whispered, “I give great back rubs. Maybe later.” I stepped back and ran my hands down to the small of her back, to her waist, then onto her fleshy derrière. It was as soft as all her skin was, but again, with iron muscle beneath. Soft, but oh, so nice to handle. She liked it. A lot! Her hips and butt swayed back and forth rhythmically as I rubbed, and then she pushed herself back toward me, clenching and relaxing her ass cheeks as I squeezed harder and harder. Her body was leaning forward enough by now that she rested her hands on the bed. I rubbed, she moaned. I kept rubbing. Always give a woman what she wants in the bedroom is my motto. But no matter how much she enjoys it, after a while you have to move on, so I stepped slightly to the side, leaving only one hand to rub her cheeks, and slid the other hand to her hanging breast. I pinched and squeezed and played with her breast and nipple while my other hand moved lower and lower until it was just touching her pubic hair from behind. I said, “Have you ever had a white man finger your pussy?” “Never,” she squeaked. “Would you like me to?” “Yes! Yes, please,” she begged. My fingers started rubbing her lower lips, ever so gently. North and south, then round and round. Then more of the same, only harder. Her lips were swollen and very wet. When my fingers were well coated, I pushed two fingers into her as far as they could go. “Ohh,” she moaned as her arms collapsed and her head came to rest on the bed. I pulled out, then pushed in again. “Ohhh,” she moaned, low and throaty. I started a rhythm, going faster and faster, and her moans rose in pitch going through several key changes until she was singing one hell of a high note. She squeezed her ass cheeks together until I couldn’t move but slightly in and out, cried out, “YES!” and her insides flooded with her climax. She stayed that way for a few seconds, then relaxed and fell forward onto the bed. Through half lidded eyes she looked at me, smiled and said, “Mmmmm.” I leaned on the bed and said, “Have you ever laid naked on a bed with a naked white man?” “Uh-uh.” “You will if you move up and lay on your back.” She quickly crawled up to the head of the bed and rolled over onto her back. Her tits flattened and spread wide. Her legs were partially open, showing her pink slit, almost the first pink I had seen on her except for her tongue. My mouth watered. I love giving MouthAction. “Have you ever had a white man lick you’re pussy?” “No.” “Good, I‘ll be the first.” I moved between her legs, pushing them open more. First I took a long sniff of her womanhood. She smelled clean and musky, like an aroused woman should. I stretched out and looked at my first black pussy up close. She was very swollen. Her outer lips were puffy and as black as her nipples, but her inner pink lips pushed them open like a budding flower . Her dew glistened and I swear I could see her pulse. The thick, black pubic hair covered her mons like a curly pelt and framed her pussy completely. Some was even growing on her outer lips. My tongue went to where it could do some good. She jerked when I first touched her as if I had given her a shock. I gently licked her lips several times, doing one side then the other. She started rocking with my actions, until I brought my fingers to my mouth and plucked a black, curly hair off my tongue. I went back to what I was doing. Her movements continued until I had to remove a couple more hairs. She whined in frustration. I placed my hand on her sex and spread her open with my fingers, moving the hair out of the way of my questing tongue. Her inner lips bulged out at me obscenely as I ate her juicy center. As her movements became constant rocking, I settled into one area. I was hitting her sweet spot and was not about to stop until she climaxed. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out quite that way. As she neared cumming her thighs closed on my head until I was trapped in a fleshy, black vice. She didn’t notice, but I was starting to feel my skull crack. “Mmmphmmm!” I yelled, several times, which means ‘let me go.’ I pushed away from her with my hand, but all that did was plunge my fingers into her pussy. My fingers and the vibration of my lips as I yelled was just what she needed to soar over the edge into bliss. Her hips started churning a move I once saw a native New Zealand dancer do, causing my fingers to plunge in and out rapidly and my neck vertebrae to start snapping like a devil chiropractor was working on them. I’m pretty sure she screamed, but it was hard to tell with her thighs pressed so tightly over my ears, which was probably a blessing because I’m sure she shattered a vase. How long does it last when one person is being crushed while another is in ecstasy? Too long and not long enough. Her body relaxed as if all the bones had dissolved. I rolled away and gasped for breath. “Wow!” she said “I think my neck is broken,” I said. It took a moment or two for her to realize what I said. “Are you okay?” she said as she sat up. “Ahrrrr, ahrrrr,” I said as I wiggled my jaw back and forth and tilted my head side to side. “You squeezed me kinda tight.” “Ah gots jes’ da ting,” she said, returning to form, “y’all jes’ move up da bed and ah gonna make it all better. Hehehe, ah ain’t nev’a sucked no white man dick b’fo’.” I moved up as she moved down, until she was at a right angle to me, her head just where it needed to be. The pain of having my brain squeezed had robbed me of the urge down there, and I had gone limp. With bright eyes she looked at me, ran her pink tongue over her thick black lips, and said, “Ah ken fix dat.” With deft grace she pulled me into her mouth and I went from one soft limp inch to full length in less time than it takes to say it. Her enthusiasm and skill were unparalleled in my experience up to that time. Or since. I was quickly hornier than a satyr in a room full of virgins. It is not possible for me to describe what it is she did that was so very perfect. I was in heaven, nirvana, Valhalla, and Abraham’s bosom all at the same time. Time stood still as I hoped it would never end. I didn’t want to cum, but I wanted to, needed to, more than anything. She stopped at least a millennia too soon. My eyes opened and I said, “Have you ever bleeped a white man?” “Never.” “High time you did. Either get on me or lay down on your back.” Without subtly or hesitation she straddled me, lined up our good parts and sat down on me. Oof! I was glad the mattress had good springs. I was in as deep as I could go. Milly was not exceptionally tight, but I could feel her on every square millimeter of my dick. Later she told me that I filled her completely. Not because I’m big, but because women are so very adjustable. God bless ‘em. We didn’t move for endless moments. I didn’t move because she felt so good wrapped around me. I can only assume that she didn’t move because she liked how I felt inside her. She had a small smile on her face and her eyes were closed.