Walt, naked at last, lay on the shag carpet on his back, and I straddled his right leg, now wearing nothing but my nylons, wedding ring, earrings, and lipstick (somewhat smeared).Walt, naked at last, lay on the shag carpet on his back, and I straddled his right leg, now wearing nothing but my nylons, wedding ring, earrings, and lipstick (somewhat smeared). I looked him up and down in triumph. The man must weigh twice what I do, and I hadn't anticipated the size of his "equipment." It was already standing at attention, pointing at his navel, which it reached to easily. Compared to Gerald's, it seemed no bigger around, but very, very long (to me), and had a lot of skin around the end of it, which Gerald's doesn't have. At its base was an enormous sac of black puckered skin with two heavy testicles dangling way down, and covered with long hairs, some white and some black. The shaft of his penis was bouncing in time to the beating of his heart, which I could actually see in the glossy black skin of his chest and in the pulse in the arteries on either side of his throat. Beneath me was an absolutely magnificent man, but also a terrifying one. I had definite knowledge of only one man's body, and couldn't be sure if this one would be too much for me. I reached out and stroked the bobbing shaft, admiring the contrast between my own untanned skin and his. He moaned and shifted his hips. I wrapped my fingers around his penis and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Ahh," he said, but then he sat up. "No, Chrissie," he said softly, reaching up to touch my short brown hair. "You first." He stood up and lifted me easily in his big arms and carried me over to the bed, depositing me on my back in the middle of it, and knelt between my feet. I thought he was just going to come right on into me, like Gerald does, and I spread out my legs to take him in, feeling a little disappointed, though I wasn't sure what about, and also worried that I might not be wet enough yet, but then he surprised me by getting down on his elbows and sliding his hands under my fanny, so that the mound of my pussy was pointed right at his face. I had read about this, I admit, but certainly NEVER done it, and didn't quite recognize what it was at first. He seemed to sense all this, and nicely as you could please, asked if I didn't want it, but, oh, I did! And said so, too, though in such a small voice I thought I was twelve years old again. |