"Bawdy-House Mother" - читать интересную книгу автора (Richard Fred N.)

Chapter 7

The black girl, naked down to the soft golden slippers on her feet, walked back and forth in front of the Italian sitting in a leather-covered lounge chair.

At the moment Frank Kazarra paid no mind to the black beauty who paraded her flesh so proudly. He had one hand on his cock as it bulged beneath his slacks and with the other he was signing two rent receipts which lay on the end table beside the chair.

He dropped the pen as his eyes returned to the smooth velvet flesh of the black doll. "Nigger-baby," he said, smiling, "you've got what it takes-and it's all where it counts."

Hips swaying, breasts swinging, the girl walked slowly to the table and picked up the receipts. She carried them to an antique desk and placed them in a drawer. She turned and relaxed so her rounded buttocks were resting against the edge of the desk.

"Well, master?" Phyllis Reger said.

"Come here, Niggerbaby," Frank said. "I don't like to be kept waiting when this rod is ready for action."

The girl smiled but didn't move. "There's time, lover. Lots of time."

The Italian looked down at the hand that was squeezing the bulge. "Niggerbaby-you're fooling with an H-bomb!"

"Really, Frank?"

"Damn right!" Frank said. "This little bomb is going to blow your insides apart."

"What's the rush, lover?" Phyllis Reger was teasing. "Are you going someplace?"

"Right into your black cunt, baby-deep, deep, deep in it so you'll taste my juice in your mouth."

"I want you hard, Frank. Hard, hard, and harder!"

Frank unzipped his fly and brought his cock into the open. It was a whopper-all of nine inches from head to balls.

Frank held onto his prick and said, "How's this, Niggerbaby?"

"Hard, Frank. I want it as hard as a cop's club." Phyllis moved slowly toward him. "That's what I call hard."

"Get me a glass of wine, Phyllis," Frank said, "and I'll suck your tits. That will make it as hard as a brick."

Phyllis Reger lived in Apartment 2-C. Two receipts she had placed in the desk drawer were for the apartment and the store she rented on the ground floor. She didn't fuck for the free rents; they were monthly presents from the owner of the building.

When she returned from the bar, Phyllis put the two wineglasses on the end table. Frank reached out to grab her, but she backed off. "Have a drink, Frank," she said.

"You black bitch-you're giving me the works again!" Frank picked up a glass and swallowed some red wine.

"What's the hurry, lover?" Phyllis raised her arms so her fine breasts rose to a tantalizing position. "Let's enjoy ourselves."

"Don't we always?" Frank asked.

Phyllis laughed. "With a prick like that, how could we do otherwise?"

Phyllis and Frank had many things in common. Both had come up from what is called the wrong side of the tracks, Phyllis had been born in Harlem and had suffered every vestige of hate that abounds in the white world for a black person.

Frank had been born in 1925 on the same day Wyoming got a woman for governor. His father and grandfather had been hod carriers and neither had placed his family on a level of living that could be called middle-class.

With Phyllis, strict attention to her schoolwork had taken her to Barnard where she had to struggle to graduate. From college she went to Macy's where she became a highly regarded buyer of women's fashions.

Frank followed in his father's footsteps-but only for a while. He entered the Army and found many avenues of learning open to him. He had a knack for construction work and on parting from the Army he attended evening classes in a nearby community college.

At last the days of living frugally came to an end for Phyllis. She left the big city for more pleasant living in upper New York State. She put her savings in a swank boutique which she established in Frank Kazarra's building.

Frank was not afraid of taking chances. He married a rich woman who had money to invest-and Frank did that for her. However, he was shrewd and honest with the money he borrowed from his wife and his building was a testament to his skillful operations and her finances.

It was Frank who, after several months of seeing Phyllis, had suggested the prick and cunt combination that led to the free rent treaty. Why not? Phyllis was twenty-three years younger than Frank. Where else could he get a clean black girl whose skin was soft as velvet? And where could Phyllis get a white prick as large as the kind so erroneously attributed to all black men?

For Phyllis, taking Frank's cock was no big deal. She had had big pricks in her cunt since she attended high school; and one in college had been all of twelve inches long! She had taken that one down to its balls, and in return it had shoved her womb out of place-had in fact tipped it so fortunately that she couldn't become pregnant.

"Look, Frank, my tits are ready," Phyllis said.

And they were indeed. The nipples were dark red and large. Now they protruded outward, erect and ready for some wine bathing and mouth sucking.

"Bring them here, Niggerbaby," Frank said.

Phyllis mounted the lounge chair with Frank's hips between her knees. She dipped two fingers in the full wineglass and wiped them over the nipple of her left breast. She bent forward to push the nipple into Frank's greedy mouth.

"Suck that black tit, Frank, lover," Phyllis said.

Frank sucked on the nipple and then licked the flesh around it. "More," he said.

Phyllis dipped her fingers in the wine and smeared them across the nipple on her right breast. While Frank sucked, she reached down and began to finger the stiff rod that was near her cunt.

Frank had been sucking as contentedly as a baby before Phyllis began fingering his cock. He continued to suck on the nipple. As his prick responded to the black fingers stroking it, he murmured: "No finger-fucking, Niggerbaby."

"Niggerbaby wants to be fucked, lover," Phyllis said.

Frank pushed the nipple away. "Let's fuck now then," he said.

"Oh no we don't, lover!" Phyllis dipped her fingers in the wine and bathed her left nipple again. She pushed it into Frank's mouth and said: "You always suck just like an expert, Frank, so suck some more."

Frank gathered Phyllis's right breast in his large hand and squeezed it as he sucked on the other. He was a nipple sucker-a real titman who enjoyed this kind of "petting" before tackling the real thing.

"My baby is coming out, lover," Phyllis said, "so keep on that black tit." She began fingering the stiff cock again.

With the nipple in his mouth, Frank said words that were almost unintelligible. "Don't do that or you'll have me squirting my juice before I cock you!"

Phyllis again let go of the rod and drank some wine from the glass she had dipped her fingers into. She replaced the glass on the table and pulled her tit from Frank's mouth. "Put your arms around me, lover," she said.

When Frank's arms were around her waist Phyllis bent backward. She reached for the wineglass and quickly put it against her right breast. Frank watched until the glass stood bottom up on the black tit. He pulled the black body toward him and licked the trickle of wine that escaped.

Phyllis bent forward, removed the glass, and pushed the nipple in Frank's mouth. "Suck it, lover, you're making me feel so nice!"

Frank sucked the splendid-size nipple and licked the wine-wet flesh around it. "I can't take any more, Niggerbaby," he said. "I want to fuck!"

"Okay, loverboy," Phyllis said as she got off the chair. "Look me over and then we'll fuck."

And she had something to "look over"! Her voluptuous favors swung gently as she moved away from the lounge chair. Her small waist emphasized her buttocks which were handsome globes of black flesh. With meat on her thighs and shape on her calf's, her legs were comparable to those of any well-stacked white woman.

Phyllis turned slowly and moved that way toward Frank. She was a pretty girl with Nordic features rather than the Afro look of large nose and thick lips. In fact, if her flesh had been light instead of dark, she could have passed as a well-tanned beach beauty.

Now standing before Frank, she spread her legs and fingered open the lips on her black-haired cunt. "See my baby, lover," Phyllis said excitedly. "See my baby!"

What to a normal woman would be called a clitoris was to Phyllis her "baby." The thing stood out at a downward slant-all two inches of it!

Frank always became excited on viewing this sexual phenomenon. And he always said on seeing it: "That's the first and only prick I've ever seen on a woman!"

"It's my baby!" Phyllis said as she softly fingered it.

"If you want to jerk something off," Frank said, "jerk this off!"

Phyllis knelt down in front of Frank's chair and let the pads of her fingers caress the enormous tool.

Frank was extremely proud of his cock. It served in a way to compensate for his short stature. He was only five feet seven-two inches taller than his Niggerbaby's splendid display of black pulchritude.

Frank was like most old-fashioned Italian men. He would neither lick nor suck on a cunt, so he had no mouth interest in Phyllis's baby. Yet she had on many masturbating excursions imagined what it would be like to have her oversize clit in a man's mouth.

Frank pushed Phyllis away. "Enough!" he said. "Let's fuck before my juice hits the ceiling!"

Frank swallowed all the wine left in the glass into which Phyllis had dipped her fingers to wet her tits. He stood up and dropped his pants and shorts. His exposed flesh was covered with black hair. Without another word he lay down on the luxuriant carpet, ready now for his hard cock to enter the black cunt of his paramour.

He crossed his legs and said, "Niggerbaby, come to Frank."

Phyllis straddled Frank with her gold slippers on each side of his hips. The coarse hair on her belly was as straight as the hair on her head. It showed as a perfect triangle on her belly; strangely, however, it did not cover the black lips of her cunt but ended like a little beard in front of her clitoris.

Now hot and ready for Frank's shaft, Phyllis began the squat that would couple cock to cunt.

"Drop it down, Niggerbaby," Frank said. He put his hands behind his head and watched the engagement of sexual flesh.

Phyllis lowered herself slowly over Frank's prick until she could guide the head of it into her love nest.

"Now fuck me!" Frank commanded.

Phyllis, squatting over the man, moved her ass up and down in slow motion, savoring the way the head felt as she moved on it. With the rise in feeling, her nipples hardened and her baby stuck out rigidly from beneath the little beard.

Phyllis groaned with pleasure as Frank lay with his feet crossed and his hands behind his head. His eyes brightened as the splendid body worked to bring him the deep and utmost pleasure he could ever feel.

"Faster, Niggerbaby!" Frank said.

Without losing the hot prick in her red-lined hole Phyllis got down on her knees so more of Frank's cock could enter her.

"Oh!" she uttered as the prick went upward to tickle her uterus. She now moved her ass in quickened tempo.

Frank's face hardened as Phyllis's cunt began bringing pleasure to his small bag of balls. He reached out and grabbed her bouncing tits. He pulled on them very roughly.

"Oh!" Phyllis cried. "Frank!"

Frank continued to pull on the fine tits as Phyllis moved her glorious buttocks up and down while pronged on the long prick.

"Frank! Frank!" Phyllis uttered the words as if she were in danger. "Come! Come!"

Frank was now feeling physical joy as his hard cock was being caressed in the soft-lined pouch of the wet cunt. He said, "Not yet, baby. Not yet!"

"Come! Come! Frank!" Phyllis lowered her ass farther so more cock could play with her uterus.

"Turn!" Frank said. "Turn!"

Phyllis moaned. "Frank, Frank-I'm on my way up!"

"Turn, baby. Make it last!"

Phyllis rose off Frank's glazed prick. It was a sight to see as it stood straight up, the head of it a slick-coated red. She straddled him once more and lowered herself until her burning cunt became engaged to the illustrious shaft. Her twat was now amply moistened by its own lubricating oils and the king-size cock went easily into it.

"Now fuck it, Niggerbaby," Frank said. "Fuck it!"

Phyllis rode the rod in up-and-down movements with Frank holding onto her cheeky buttocks.

"Frank! Frank!" she cried joyously. "Come! Come!"

"Fuck, you black bitch," Frank said. "Make it last!"

Frank pulled on Phyllis's hips until his beautiful rod was clearly up her hole. He held on so she couldn't move. "Hold it, baby," he said. "I don't want to explode yet."

Phyllis wet the thumb and two fingers on her right hand. Holding the fingers together she let the moistened pads fuck her midget cock while Frank held her hips from moving.

Phyllis's nostrils expanded and contracted as she reached the peak of her own pleasure. As she peaked she cried out in pleasant agony: "Frank! Frank!" Her busy fingers continued fucking her tiny rod as Frank let go of her hips.

"Fuck!" he said. "Fuck, you black bitch!"

And Phyllis did. Her fingers continued working on her baby as her hips rotated enough to twist and strain the big cock in her red-walled hole.

"God damn me!" Frank yelled. His breathing began to whistle through his nose. "Niggerbaby!" was all he could say as his lustful cock shot its load up into the recesses of the moving sheath.

"Frank! Frank!" Phyllis said as a repeat performance made her little prick jerk up and down in her fingers, making her black body shudder with utmost delight.

All passion now spent on the best of all physical delights, Phyllis leaned back on top of Frank's body. Both lay there quietly as Frank molded her breasts with gentle hands. His cock softened, letting his juice ebb from Phyllis's sexual aperture. Her baby went back into its little fold of flesh. Soon each was in a dream world of soft fantasy.

Phyllis's eyes were closed as her reverie became a picture of a white head between her black thighs. The mouth was at work on her baby, sucking it as it had never been sucked before. The head belonged to someone young and fresh and eager to be there between her black legs. Someone who had grown up with the erotic revolution and had no hang-up about oral sex. That someone could be the young man she had seen with Conchi Thorne. Yes-he would be the ideal man to have between her shapely legs. When she saw him again she would pay more attention to his mouth.

Frank was dreaming too. His prick had slipped at last, sliding out of the cunt hole with the last of its come. It was in no form to do the work that was in Frank's dream. But dreams are made of desires and wishes. What he really needed was a fine woman he could respect. A woman he could marry. A woman who knew how to fuck. A woman who would always be ready for his prick. A woman with a warm and working cunt.

Frank's mind already pictured that woman. That special female who would bring him the pleasures of life. She was single. She was an intelligent person. She was more than well-stacked. This special dream had a body that exuded a sexual quality not too often seen on the street.

Frank rolled so Phyllis slid off his half-nude body. "That was great, Phyllis," he said. He slapped her buttocks before getting up to put on his shorts and slacks.

Phyllis stood up and a part of Frank's copious semen flowed down the inside of her left thigh. "I like it, Frank," she said. She kissed his cheek. "I'll be waiting for you again, soon."

Frank smiled. He and Phyllis did have a thing together. Yet he was slowly moving to the realization that a fifty-year-old man is better off with a loving and willing wife rather than a black friend who fucks well but isn't the real thing for a man's retirement.

Frank said good-bye to Phyllis and walked out the door. He felt the need for a little air and descended the exit stairs to the ground floor. He smiled as he saw Eno Yaw dozing in the elevator. He supposed that sleep was all an old man could enjoy-not realizing that Yaw was only as old as he was.

Frank crossed Classic Place and entered the park. He walked until he reached a bench that faced his building. He sat down and looked up to the sixth floor. All was dark in Apartment 6-B. One of his special dreams lived there.