EXCERPT “Do you have anything on under that robe, Melanthe?” I asked out of the blue.
“No my Lord,” she replied quietly, “it is not permitted.”
“Then lift up the hem,” came my command.
“How far?” she began to raise the soft material.
“Until I tell you to stop.”
She seductively raised the garment very slowly. First I could see her long
legs, then her knees and then her shapely thighs. She hesitated. “Go on,” I
demanded. Finally she raised it so that her thighs and pussy were visible to
me. I told her to stop. Her stomach was flat and taut, her sex fur jet-black
and trimmed. Her lips pouted through the bush as she stood there. I could not
resist her delicious charms. I dropped to my knees in front of her and brushed
my lips across the fragrant mound. She parted her legs slightly so that I could
nuzzle her cleft. I nibbled at the full lips and darted my tongue into the
velvety crevice finding her feminine orifice and tasting the musky arousal. Her
fingers gently pulled herself open so that I could attend to the length of the
delightfully intimate valley. The tip of my tongue dipped into the entrance to
her vagina producing a delightful response from the young woman. Here the flesh
was rosy-pink in contrast with the black folds of her lips and the darkness of
her pussy fur. She eagerly thrust her thighs forward so that my probing tongue
thrust more deeply into her, generating erotic tingles throughout her loins.
Soon her whole sex was glistening and the florid bud of her clitoris throbbed
between my lips. “Fuck me quickly,” she whispered hoarsely, “fill me with your
big prick and make me.”
“I haven’t got a condom,” I took my head from her muff, “and you heard the
Grand Master’s decree.”
“I know,” she said, “I’ve been counseled by one of the Priestesses. I’ve got a
packet in my bag. It’s over in the cupboard, a black shoulder bag. Oh,
quickly, get one on and come into me, I really do want a man in my pussy.”
Scrambling up I opened the cupboard, found the bag and extracted a packet of
three condoms. Melanthe was already undressing me as I took out one of the foil
packs. Soon I was naked, my erect penis throbbing hotly from my pubic hairs.
The head was florid red and dripping lubricant. She grabbed the packet, tore
off the end and, taking the slippery latex, applied it to the swollen knob.
“Let me do it,” I stayed her hand, “If you carry on like that I’ll come all
over your fingers. Let me roll it over. Ooohh, that’s it and I didn’t shoot
off. Lay on the rug Melanthe and open your legs I want to get this all inside
you.”
She threw off her robe and dropped to the thick rug spreading her thighs wide
so that I could see the gleaming pink slit through the hairs. I slid onto her,
the latex covered prick close to her belly.
“Put it in, put it in,” she pleaded working her fingers in the slippery crease,
“fill me with your enormous tool. Oh yes, oh yes, that’s it, that’s where it
goes, in my hole. Push it in, mmm, yes, it’s going in. Oooh, aaahh, yes,
stretch me wide open. Ooo - ye-es.”
Her vagina was surprisingly tight and her muscles rippled as I penetrated her
delicate sex. Now I began to thrust in hard, slowing from time to time as the
feeling took me. The young black girl rubbed and squeezed her breasts and
nipples as I fucked her. I managed to control the climax so that I carried her
along with me. After a delightful few minutes I withdrew sharply, much to her
chagrin, and instructed her to kneel. This she did and I parted the cheeks and
re-inserted my spear into her frothing hole. She squealed with delight as I
rammed in hard, the upward curvature of my erection triggering new sensations
for her. Now I wanted to finish and pulled her to me and bounced off her
buttocks. She moaned and grunted, I slid in harder as the seed bubbled and
frothed from my balls. As the climax approached I wriggled inside her until the
feeling overwhelmed me and I sensed something rippling up inside me.
“I’m coming,” I hissed at her, “I’m going to shoot my load. Here it comes!”
Hot semen streamed out of the opening in the bulbous head and collected in
viscous pools in the teat of the condom. Such was the pressure of the
ejaculation into it that the teat stood up like a tiny penis, filled with
fertile sap. Melanthe sensed the trembling of the climax and peaked by pulling
me into her, grinding her gaping maw against my bristly fur. I twitched and
tensed my prick for as long as I could until it hurt and began to wilt before
nuzzling into her neck and flopping out.
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