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Fine Brown Flesh
By Perry Jones


CHAPTER FOUR


And now, emboldened, Belle turned her attentions to big, black George.


"Do you want to see my pussy," Belle asked him, as she came over to where he was sitting, on the bed, and let her skirt hang just in reaching distance from his hands.


"You know I do," he said, smacking his lips in anticipation.


"How bad? How bad to you want to see it?"


"Real bad," he said.


"Well, have you been a good boy?"


"Yes, Miss Belle...."


"Did you go right home last night, and get into bed?"


"Yes, Miss Belle...."


"And did you jerk off? Did you masturbate under the covers?"


He wasn't that quick to answer the last question.


"Come on," she said, coyly, pressing him, wanting to hear him tell her what he did.


"I'm waiting," she said, taking a step backward.


His eyes were glued to her gorgeous thighs, the very muscular, and pure whiteness of them sending him an erection the-likes of which he hadn't had since ... yesterday afternoon, when all this had begun.


"If you don't tell me, I'm going to send you home," she said, with a sound in her voice that said she meant what she was saying.


"I did," he finally said in a choked voice. "I went right home and whipped it out and masturbated, Miss Belle...."


She smiled now and stroked the side of his face.


"Good boy. See? That wasn't so hard to say, was it...."


"No...."


"And what were you thinking about when you did it...."


Poor George! He didn't know how much more of this he was going to be able to take!


"I ... I didn't think about anything...."


She put her hands on her hips.


"You're lying, George. All the boys think about something when they do it. That's why they do it! Come on now, you have to tell me...."


He was looking down at the floor, his black skin turning purple with the blush that was rising there.


"I was thinking about ... your pussy...."


"That's right," she said, as she continued to pet the side of his face, noting with her eyes the deep contrast between her white, white skin and his black, black, skin.


She loved it.


"What about my pussy? What were you thinking about it ... and look at me when I talk to you...." She put her hands underneath his chin and made him look up to her.


His eyes met hers. "I was thinking ... about how I loved to ... lick your pussy ... yesterday, and how about how I'd love to fuck it...."


"Is that when you came? When you thought about fucking me...."


"Yes...."


"OH!" Belle was really turned on, and holding his face in both of her hands, she bent over and gave him a deep kiss, pushing her tongue down as far into his mouth as she could get it.


He responded with his own tongue, and every time the tip of his touched the tip of hers, it was like two live wires touching.


When she took her mouth away from his, she set him just the way she wanted him, so that his legs were dangling over the edge of her bed, and his feet were touching the floor.


"Open your pants," she said to him, "And take it out."


He hesitated, and she wasn't in to that. "I don't like to be kept waiting," she said, as she urged him to continue.


He unzipped his pants, and reached in. Obviously, he wasn't wearing any underwear, and Belle liked that.


"Let me see it," she said, and George held it in his fist.


He was so big that there was enough for him to hold with two hands, one on top of the other. However, he just used one hand, and that left a lot of his black dick free.


This set Belle's pussy on fire.


"Do you want to kiss it," she asked him, and he shook his head up and down.


Slowly, with her legs between his, she reached underneath her skirt and let her hand disappear there.


"I'm not either," she said, "Wearing any underwear, that is. Just like you."


She had him, again.


Now, she took her hand out from under her skirt. "Do you know where my hand just was."


"No...."


"It was in my pussy...."


She watched him swallow, and saw his hand begin to slowly stroke his cock. She was loving this! "Do you want to smell it."


"Yes...."


"How much? How much to do you want to smell my hand?"


"Oh, God ... I can't ... a lot ... I want to smell it a lot ... a whole lot, Miss Belle...."


"All right then ... close your eyes...."


She watched him squeeze his eyes shut, and as he did so, his hand began to beat on his meat faster.


She let her fingers trail under his nose, giving him a strong dose of her very sweet and musky pussy.


He took a deep breath, and let out a strong sigh.


"Open your eyes," she said to him.


"Now," she continued, "How did you like that?"


"Yes...."


"What does yes mean," she said, trying to sound a little annoyed, in her best, petulant fashion...."


"It means ... I really liked it ... It smelled so good...."


"What are you doing with your hand, George?"


"What? I'm ... oh, God...."


"Come on ... you have to tell me ... come on, George...."


"I'm ... masturbating, Miss Belle...."


"Does it feel good...."


"Oh yes, Miss Belle...."


"That's too bad, because I want you to stop ... right now...."


"Oh, God, Miss Belle ... I don't think I can...."


"You better ... you better stop, right now...."


"I don't think...."


"You'll have to leave then...."


Slowly, reluctantly, he took his hand away from his throbbing cock, and looked at her with a pained expression on his face.


"Aww," she said, trying to show sympathy. "I'm sorry I had to make you stop, but I want it for myself...."


With that, she slowly lifted her skirt, and let him see her pussy, in all it's wet glory.


His eyes widened as he looked at it. He couldn't believe how gorgeous it was, with her pink lips in a nice, cool contrast with her pale pussy hairs.


"Do you like it?"


"Yes ... oh yes," George said.


"Do you want to kiss it...."


"Yes ... God, you're driving me crazy!"


"I know. Let me see you pucker your lips...."


He did as he was told, and she drew his face closer to her cunt.


She let him get within an inch of it before she stopped him.


"That's far enough."


"Oh God, I really want to...."


"What...."


"I really want to ... kiss it...." George said, sounding desperate.


"Well, maybe I'll let you give it one kiss ... but no tongue, do you understand?"


"Yes, Miss Belle...."


"Okay then...."


She brought his head closer to her pussy, and let his lips just gently brush it.


She knew she was driving him crazy, and it was getting her all wet!


Now, she felt his warm lips giving her the nicest, sweetest kiss imaginable. She let him stay there for awhile, before taking his mouth off if it.


She could see that some of her juice had gotten on his lips.


"Lick them. Lick your own lips," she said to him, and he did as he was told, making loud smacking noises as he took the cream off of them.


Now, she asked him if she could fuck him.


"Oh, yes," he said, and with that, she lifted her skirt so that it was well above her thighs, and she put one of her knees on either side of his hips, just about ready to lower herself on to him.


She couldn't believe it. It was the moment she was waiting for, for two days!


She could feel his enormous prick head opening her up and spreading her out, pushing into her, opening her outer lips and then working their way into her inner ones.


She thought she was going to go crazy!


"It ... it's so big...." she said, putting both her hands around George's big black neck and holding on to him, while she carefully worked herself still lower down on him.


"How does it feel," she managed to ask him.


"Unnhhhh ... it feels ... so good," he said, and he began to push his hips up inside of her.


"No," she said, firmly. "I don't want you to do that! I'm going to do the fucking, remember? I'm fucking you this time...."


And with that, she continued the action of her hips, moving them slowly up and down, coming so far up on his cock that it almost fell right out of her pussy, before she sank down on it, all the way to the hairs, where she let their bodies mingle and their curls intertwine, before lifting herself off and starting all over again.


Now, she was starting to move more regularly, and she felt George's big black hands coming up over her back and holding her by the shoulder blades as he continued to work her over.


"I'm fucking you...." she said, as she watched his face...."I'm fucking you, aren't I...."


"Yes...."


"You're getting into my fabulous pussy, aren't you...."


"Yes ... oh yes...."


"Everyone wants to fuck me, but you're the one who's ... doing it...."


"Yes...."


"You know ... why I ... OH GOD ... I let you follow me home ... you...."


"Why ... oh, shit ... that's ... why...."


"Because you have such a big ... black ... cock...." she said, and with that, she could feel him about to come.


"Oh, God, you're going to ... shoot me ... you're going to shoot in me...."


She threw her head back, and suddenly all sexual hell broke loose as she could feel him filling up her pussy with his stuff!


"Oh, yes ... oh, God, yes ... oh, Give it to me ... all of it ... all of it, you fucker...."


She was going crazy, as she felt him coming inside of her. She couldn't believe how much stuff he still had, after all that she'd taken from his yesterday, and how much she was sure he'd jerked off the night before.


She's always heard this kind of thing about black guys, and now she was finally learning for herself that it was all, all, true!


"Yeah, baby ... oh yeah," George was saying, as he buried his face into her sweet tits, right through his shirt.


"That's so good...."


"Yes," she said, and with that, she slowly lifted her pussy off his dick.


As she did so, she could feel her insides all bubbling, and suddenly, from down the side of her thighs came a long, juicy stream of his stuff.


"OH, GOD, LICK IT OFF," she screamed, and she grabbed his face and yanked it over to her thighs, where he hungrily lapped up his own stuff.


"I have to suck your cock," she said, as she went down on her knees and grabbed his wet thing in her hands, and began to lick it.


"I love ... it...." she said, and with that, she opened her pretty sweet lips and put them around the head of his purple cock.


She sucked on it for a long time, trying her best to force her tongue into the little pee-hole that was there, trying her best make him go crazy, as crazy as she was.


"Mmmmmffff...." she cried, as she parted her lips and went all the way down on him, taking as much of his twelve inches as she could get into her mouth and down her throat.


Now, she could feel his hands on her head, holding him there, and although she didn't like it when she wasn't in charge, she loved the way he was holding her, and forcing her to suck him.


"Come on, you white chick ... suck that cock ... come on, suck it...."


She was making loud smacking noises with her mouth as she worked on him.


"Yeah, my balls too ... do my balls...."


"Oh my God...." she wailed as she was taking his cock out of her mouth and throat, and feeling his hands forcing her down to his balls.


They were hot and thick, and they'd just filled her up with a fresh load of their jism, and now she was kissing them and hugging them into her face, and drinking up the dribble that had come down on them, and she just couldn't get enough of it.


When she was finally finished, she rolled over on the floor, one hand on her stomach, where she could still feel the remains of his cock, and the other across her forehead.


"That was ... so great...." she said to him, And he chuckled, and had to agree.


"Well, what should we do now," she said, to him, and he said something quite unexpected.


"I want something to eat, woman."


She didn't go for that woman bit, and she wasn't about to make something for him, but on the other hand, he'd just fucked the shit out of her, and if he was hungry, what was so bad about making him a little something.


So she smiled at him and asked what he wanted.


"How about a big steak, from the butcher?"


She had to laugh at that. George had a terrific sense of humor, she decided, and went to the refrigerator and pulled out a nice steak for him.


She lit the oven, the broiler part, and put the steak on the tray.


She went to her father's liquor cabinet and got out a bottle of red wine.


She handed it to George and he opened it with the corkscrew.


Next, she set the table for the both of them, and lit the candles.


While she was waiting for the steak to cook, she went to the bathroom and took a hot oil bath, while she allowed George to wait in the other room.


"Now," she said when she came back in, as the steak was almost ready, "I hope you're hungry because there's enough food here for a horse!"


She got the food out, and placed it on a couple of plates, and served them.


They took their time and ate slowly, looking across the candlelit room at each other.


It was a most enjoyable meal, and when they were finished, she put the dishes in the sink, and got up from the table, and took George by the hand.


"Where are we going," he asked, and she told him that she wanted him to bathe now.


"I don't need no bath," George said, and she turned and looked at him.


"Look, just because I fed you, that doesn't mean that I'm through being in charge here. Let's not forget how this all began...."


George looked at her, without saying anything. She had to bring him down a peg, and that was that!


Now, she wasn't going to take anything more from him.


She still had on her skirt and her shirt, and she took him, naked, into the bathroom, where she put the hot water on and filled the tub.


"I hope you can take it real hot," she said, "Because that's what I'm going to give you. A hot bath."


George didn't say anything. When it came time to step into the water, he put only one toe in, and then jerked it back.


"It's too hot," he said, looking at Belle forlornly.


"GET IN THERE," she said, with a tremendous amount of authority.


He did as he was told, holding his breath and blowing some air out of his mouth as he slowly sank into the near boiling tub.


He was very uncomfortable, but she made him stay in a long time sitting on the edge of the tub, and watching him suffer.


"Is it hot enough?" she asked him, smirking.


"It's too hot," he cried, but she made him stay there as long as she thought he could take it, until she saw the beads of sweat welling up on his face, and she knew that he was in danger of maybe fainting, which was something she didn't feel like putting up with.


"Have you had enough?"


"Oh, God, yes...." he said.


She knew that it was even worse on a full stomach.


"Are you ready to come out?"


"I am, Miss Belle...."


"Will you listen to everything we tell you."


"I will ... I will, I promise...."


"And ho more sass."


"No more...."


"All right then," she said, crossing her legs and continuing to drive him crazy, "Then you can come out."


She watched his gorgeous body as he stood out of the water, dripping wet, and onto the rug.


She handed him a towel and let him dry himself off.


"I'll be waiting for you in my bedroom," she said, and with that, left him alone to do whatever it was he had to do.


She chuckled to herself. "I've got everything I could possibly want."


Now, she turned her head and it was a good thing she'd hung up when she did, because she let out an audible gasp when she saw George.


He was standing in the doorway, with a slick grin on his face.


His body was completely dry, and in his hands he was carrying ... some clothesline.


"What's that," she asked him.


"Clothesline," he said.


"Well, I know that. What's it doing here?"


"I'm going to use it on you," he said, simply.


"What? What are you talking about?"


"I'm going to tie you up. You're just another white chick to me who needs some discipline. In case you don't know, slavery ended about a hundred years ago."


"Come on...."


"Get on the bed and put your hands behind your back."


"You've got to be kidding...."


"No way. Put them behind your back...."


"I'm warning you, you'll get into a lot of trouble."


"Maybe ... but for now I'm going to take the chance ... do what I tell you."


She looked at him for a long time and got the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that he wasn't kidding around. Slowly, reluctantly, she got on the bed and let her hands go behind her back.


"Like this?" she said, gloomily.


"Just like that," George said, as he took the clothesline and started to tie her up.


"You'll be so sorry...."


"Maybe," he said, with a grin on his face. "And maybe not."


She swallowed hard.


It was time for those fabulous tables to turn again. Round and round they went, and where they landed, only she and her hot pussy knew. And George's big, black, pumping dick. And Honey's hot, black pussy! Gosh!! !


To Be Continued
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