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He got out of bed, while she remained standing on it, and undressed. Once naked, he got back on the bed. "Now, where were we?" Glynnis asked. "Oh yeah, I was standing like this and you were lying on your back."

Just as Glynnis was built proportionally, so was Arthur. Watching her strip made his cock hard, and it remained hard while he undressed. Not that it was all that noticeable. Through puberty, his cock barely grew.

Glynnis was amused. Except when she'd baby sat as a young teenager, she'd never seen one so small. She didn't say anything, what she did was stand above him and lowered herself. "Would you like a good look, Arthur?"

Her pussy was almost in his face. "Glynnis, you're beautiful." It wasn't the first pussy he'd ever seen. Ever since he started riding, women had been curious about him, and actually all jockeys. "I wonder if he'd ride me, the way he rides that horse?" They made it known they were eager to find out.

In tracks across the country, Arthur had ridden horses, and women, but tonight was the first black woman. When she squatted lower and opened her pussy lips for him, he was mesmerized.

"Arthur, my pussy isn't just beautiful, men have told me it's sweet." That big bush covered his face now.

It was the beginning of a long relationship. It was perfect.

Those women who were anxious to let Arthur ride them were disappointed in his miniscule cock. Arthur learned to satisfy them with his tongue. Just like Glynnis, they rode his face. "Arthur, I was expecting to be ridden by a jockey tonight, not ride a jockey," one giggled as she rubbed her pussy in his face. "This is so much better. Your tongue is marvelous." It had happened numerous times.

Numerous times with the daughters of horse owners who were his age. Numerous times with women who owned race horses who were older than his mother.

It had been one such thoroughbred owner who when he was eighteen took his virginity. She was fifty. When she discovered what he didn't have between his legs she gave him a lesson in pussy eating. The pussy eating lesson lasted over two years.

Two years later she began to share his now considerable expertise with other female horse owners or the wives of horse owners. After a day of riding horses, there was nothing like having his face ridden by pussy,

Horse races last about two minutes, Glynnis Boardman rode longer than that; far longer. Through her big, thick. black bush, Arthur could barely see, but the view of those magnificent tits was almost as spectacular as the first time he saw the Grand Canyon.

And speaking of the Grand Canyon, Glynnis' pussy hole was like the rest of her: proportional. That is big. She was twenty-eight and she'd found that only big cocks could please and fill her pussy. She barely felt it when men with average size cocks fucked her. She always ended up dissatisfied.

Not exactly. There was nothing like a man with a willing tongue. Arthur Fontenot proved to be such a man. Better yet, he proved to be subservient to her dominant nature.

When it got difficult to breath, he rolled her off and settled between her legs, where his tongue continued its masterful work. "Eat it, Arthur, eat my sweet black pussy." To Arthur, it sounded like a request. To Glynnis, and as he'd learn in the coming days, it was an order.

Arthur's tongue pleased her four times that night. By that I mean, Glynnis had four incredible orgasms. They slept together; he with his head on her belly.

They woke up about the same time. "Little Artie," which was what she called him that morning, and from that time forward, "I'm going to take a shower. Do you know why?"

He smiled. "So, I can eat you some more."

"Let me make sure you understand, so you can eat my sweet black pussy, and Little Artie, when I come out of the shower, get on my back and spread my legs, I expect a heart-felt thank you."

He understood, "yes, ma'am." He was two years older than her.

She came out of the shower, her hair wrapped in a towel. Arthur thought she looked gorgeous.

Glynnis sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here, Little Artie. Kneel on the floor."

She spread her legs. "Tell me what you see."

"I see your pussy."

"Little Artie, that's not what you see. What you see is my beautiful black pussy that you couldn't get enough of last night because it's so sweet."

"Yes, ma'am. I see your beautiful, sweet black pussy. May I?"

"May you what? And it's may I ma'am."

Little Artie was a quick learner. Glynnis needed him to be better and much more subservient.

Glynnis Broadman was pleased with the way Arthur Fontenot used his tongue.

Arthur thought that Glynnis had the best tasting pussy he'd ever eaten.

When they departed Sunday afternoon, they agreed to keep in touch: nothing more.

Two weeks later Glynnis' basketball season opened with a home game in Miami. Sitting two rows behind the Miami bench was Arthur Fontenot wearing one of Glynnis' jerseys.

Three days later they played in Chicago; there was Arthur, with a front row seat. He was in Indianapolis two nights later.

The same happened when they returned to Miami. Of course, Glynnis couldn't miss him. She called him after the game. "What is it you want Arthur?"

"I want to see you again. I need to see you again."

"Don't be so circumspect, Arthur, tell me what you want."

"Glynnis, there was nothing like eating your pussy."

"My what?"

"I mean your sweet black pussy. I'll do anything if you'd just . . ."

"Here's my address. Be here in two hours or I'll think you're not serious."

She didn't know where he was; fortunately, for him, he was in Miami.

While waiting, Glynnis took a long, hot bath. ‘If Arthur wants my pussy, it should be nice and clean for him.'

When he arrived, Glynnis answered the door wearing a short negligee. She liked wearing white; she thought it looked beautiful against her black skin. "Come in, Arthur, this way." She led him by the hand to her bedroom.

"Now, you can be Little Artie and get on your knees." Glynnis sat on her bed, laid back and spread her legs. "Is this what you wanted. Little Artie can thank me now, and he can thank me later. Go ahead."

"Thank you, ma'am."

Little Artie started. He was marvelous. Glynnis gave him a few minutes, "if we're going to do this more frequently, there are certain ground rules."

She explained them to him while he ate. "You shouldn't expect to fuck me. I can't imagine that your pathetic, boy-size cock, could please me. Is that understood?"

He nodded with his face in her pussy and mumbled "yes, ma'am."

"You'll always refer to my pussy as my sweet, beautiful black pussy. Words like yummy or delicious are acceptable."

He nodded.

‘After a game, I'm exhausted. A shower and a massage are perfect. I mean a tongue massage like you're doing right now is good. Little Artie, you're good, but not perfect. Work on being perfect."

"Whenever, I call for you, you need to drop everything and come to me. If you're at one of those racetracks in New York, and I call you from Miami. Next plane. Is that clear?"

He nodded.

"Tonight, we're going to a party at the owner of the team's house. You'll accompany me, but two hours into the party, you're going to claim to be sick. You're not sick. You just can't wait any longer to eat my . . ."

He lifted his head, "you're beautiful, delicious black pussy." Glynnis pushed his head back into her bush. "You're learning. Now, be a good Little Artie and do my clitoris."

It only took a few minutes.

"OOOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOH, YEAH. OOOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOH YEAH. OOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOH, OOOOOH, I'M CUMMING, OH I'M CUMMING." Glynnis was fucking his face hard.

"Little Artie, stand up. Show Glynnis what happens when you eat her."

His cock was hard, but there wasn't much there. It was considerably smaller than her thumb and not as thick. Maybe, the size of her pinkie finger. "Oh, Little Artie," she laughed, "I wouldn't call that a cock. If your tongue wasn't so good, I can't imagine seeing you. Would you like to jerk off for me? I'm sure it'll give you some relief and once you're done, you can get back on your knees."

He did. After all the pussy eating he'd done, it didn't take long. Little Artie didn't shoot much and his cock didn't get any bigger. Glynnis laughed at him again. "Well, that was a pathetic performance. I hope your tongue will perform better. Get down here."

Later, "there's something else. I'm sure you're friends and family are going to ask you what you see in a big black girl. You're to just smile and call me right away and tell me you need to see me right now. Do you know why you need to see me?"

"I need to eat your beautiful, black, sweet pussy."

"Right, and I'm sure my friends and family will ask me what do I see in some little white boy. When they ask, I'll just smile and as soon as possible I'll call you and say, "Little Artie, Glynnis needs to see you. Do you know why?"

"You need me to eat your beautiful, black, sweet pussy."

"Little Artie, all this talk has my pussy juicy. Why don't you get back on your knees?"

Yes, people asked them both, ‘what do you see in him/her?'

They both knew the answer, but refused to share it. It was only a matter of time before Glynnis was naked and had her legs spread. And Little Artie had his face in her big black and oh so sweet pussy.

TO BE CONTINUED

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