Shelley's nude body glistened as she sprawled across the bed where Headley had lowered her. Dark-brown tresses splashed across heaped beige pillows and contrasted with her brown-ivory frame. Her smooth skin and firm contours showed the result of exercise, careful diet, and good grooming. Pale streaks at the aureoles of her breasts, and narrow lines at her loins, betrayed her recent exposure to the summer sun. She was an attractive woman in her mid thirties, with lovely lips, firm full breasts, and a shape that cause admirers to look twice. She lay now with elbows at her side, and cupped palms grasping Headley's curly head. Her shapely legs, spread wide, extended from flared hips at the bed's edge, with her feet dangling down towards the floor. Like fragrance from a vase of freshly cut flowers, an aura of pleasant perfume, the result of Headley's recent slow, full-body massage, emanated from her glistening body. It filled the room. Now, her gorged nipples pointed towards the ceiling, a result of the caresses they had received.
There was still a bit of unrelieved tension in her. A residual fear of a black man from all the stories she had heard. His tenderness and their frank talk had helped move her to the point where she decided to be intimate with him. But the bulk of his cock as she had opened wide and forced him into her mouth brought back the doubt that she could fully accommodate him in her body. He tasted good, and had allowed her to set the pace as she stared at his tool, then took him in. Yes, she loved cock, and she was fascinated by the mysteries she heard about black lovers.
Headley was on his knees between her wide-open thighs. His muscled brown body covered her pelvis as his lips teased her crevice while her core flamed from the probes of his lashing tongue. Her insistent hands pulled his head deeper as her arched hips trembled upwards off the bed. Their moans came in unbroken frequency.
Shelley writhed under him. Her seeping pussy lusted for his rock hard throbbing rod that hulked somewhere between his hidden thighs. He bowed into her, grasping her firm round ass cheeks as he sucked and licked her flaming flesh.
"Don't make me beg," she said hoarsely.
"Never," he murmured, lifting his head for a moment, "I told you. I'm yours completely."
"Then, why are you waiting, you can tell how ready I am."
"Why are you waiting?" he countered, "I've been ready for you ever since you took my cock in your wet mouth while I massaged you."
"Oh, my gawd! Headley, I'm so hungry for you!"
"I can tell. Your steamy juices are everywhere."
"Then take me. I can't wait."
"Nope, I'm yours. You take me. Put me where you want me."
"Oh!" She whimpered in frustration, reaching between their bodies. She took hold of his stout, rigid cock, grasping its pulsing, bulbous mushroom crown with firm index finger and thumb. She pulled it close to her body and daubed its slick wetness against the inner lips of her foaming crease. With deft flicks of her wrist, she slid its hardness along the shaft and tip of her swollen clitoris to tease her, then thrust him past her entrance. His hips immediately pressed down, smoothly driving himself all the way into her. With his cock sunk to the hilt, he held his hardness unmoving, but throbbing powerfully against her inner core.
"Headley! You are big!"
"Do you like it?" he whispered.
"You are wonderful, and so filling. The biggest I've ever had." The relief she felt against the fear she had been harboring was clear from the way her body relaxed and her soft pink walls pulsed against his thick, long shaft.
"Sherry, you are so tight! Baby, you've got one gorgeous body!"
"I told you, its been a long time." She whispered against his throat.
"I know what you said, but I'm still surprised. I thought the toys you said you used would at least have kept you loose."
"And I thought you would just drive your rough meat in me, like I've heard so often about black men. You even told me once, that you had plans to bust me wide open. After all I've heard about black tools, I was a bit scared."
