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Brigitte like her sister Black Mama was quite on the 'darker side', but
Beauty cannot exist without a flaw. The flaw itself, is the Beauty. And her
strength lay in her beauty.
Of All the great fools of the World, I was the greatest. I knew her.
She was extremely attractive and appealing with sharp features and a
slim face. Had an upright nose, the eyes of a wild impala, lips shaped
like cupid's bow, and with pearl white teeth and dark black hair almost
falling to her waist. Her silky voice was honey to the ears and
spread a music far and near.
Endowed with a fair complexion she would have been the song of many a hearts.
She took charge of her chores and had reserved all her attentions to me only.
She would often fight with the other maid if they ever provided any service
to me. Her gravest duty was to make herself available to my slightest
gesture, without any inference.
She came to my room on the pretext of carrying out household duties and
bent unnecessarily so low that the half of her breasts, her shinning auras
and a part of her nipples gleamed before my gloating eyes.
Soon enough, she became aggressive, arranged herself to be in my view
and exhibited her treasures to her greatest dexterity.
While wiping the floor, she completely pulled up her sari so high that
I captured a complete sight of her dark cunt and pubis which was grossly
spread with short hair. With every movement, the point of and her
clitoris twitched. The red blooded folds of her cunt quivered and drops
of her lust juice trickled from her silky hole. My heart bounced and
sprung on those presentations, and the spectacle served infinite
pleasure and caused a justified erection.
I, to reciprocate her advances, opened the belt of my gown and brought
in her view my groins and my erect penis which waved to her eager eyes.
The exhibition of its immense sexual prowess portrayed my eagerness and
assent to her amorous offer. She cast an avaricious look at the large
dimensions of my standing swollen prick. A color of joy attracted her
somber visage, and her dark eyes emitted sparks of passion, signaling
her concurrence. She winked, made a vulgar sign and went out laughing
hysterically. I was strongly attracted by her gesture, but no fruitful
connection ensued, and I was not able to reap the harvest of my endeavors
as her sister always hovered around the house, and was a great impediment
to my impending ventures.
Brigitte, it was her custom to bring, at early morning, before the house
stirred, a cup of hot tea with freshly picked roses for me. She would sit
on the bed and with her soft fingers scratch my ears, side burns, and
continue playing with my hair, until I woke up. She would then welcome me
with a sensual soft smile and present the flowers. That was highly
exciting, and I made up my mind to take a decisive step. Gain or lose in
One morning, she came to my room rather earlier than usual, I was in a
very deep sleep. She became bold, scratched my ears, softly kissed my lip
and whispered, 'my honey you provocate and deny in the same breath,
oh! What a heart breaker you are!' Her hand slipped in my shirt and
teased the hair on my chest, and she bending over me kissed my cheeks
and nimbly bit my ears.
I woke up with a start. She smiled, showered the rose petals at my face
and said, 'your excellency, your bed tea is here, please open your eyes.'
The petals wet with the morning dew clung to my cheeks, forehead, neck
and lips. She did a most admirable deed. She started picking the petal
with her lips, beginning with the forehead then the neck, cheek and finally
from my lips. No sooner her chiseled lips touched mine, I knew the world
'The Cunning Rose petal;
An impostor who cheated, the color of her lips.
A thief who stole, the fragrance of her breath.'
I was engrossed by the light atmosphere of the room and her romantic
overture. There was a violent jolt and my erect prick slid out of the
front cutting of my pajamas before her hungry eyes. I did not make any
attempt to reverse the modality but waited for an equally furious reaction
from her quarter.
Her eye displayed ostentatious delight. She put her head on my chest,
slowly wriggled and reached for the coveted object and held it softly.
With eyes intoxicated, she said in a sad voice, 'Sir, you have a very deep
friendship with your aunt Sophia, and other beautiful maids.
Does my dark complexion deters you from same such an approach?'
Am I not the Nightingale of the wild?'
Why then your fires for me so mild?
I have conquered men of great astute,
But couldn't apprehend your attitude.
Am I unsightly, unworthy, or you unkind;
Or it be a strange malady of your feeble mind.
I was very aggrieved at her statement and replied, 'hue of the skin is
trivial in friendship, it is the color of the soul that prevails.
Would you like to my friend? I asked covertly.' She said, 'my lord, it
all depends on you.' I embraced her and said, 'Should you wish to extend
our affections then you would have to sink deep in the affair of hearts.'
She replied smilingly, 'I would be as fortuitous as you may grant me.'
I was extremely joyful to get her as I always longed for dark woman and
wished to get one. I had not succeeded in the past, although I had made
passes to many such women but always faced rejection. If a woman is
black or ugly, it is never meant that she would give herself away to
every young men who greets her. It was the first occasion that I had
succeeded without even trying.
I said nothing but held her in my clutches. She was a little shy and
tried to break the hold but I did not pay any attention to her struggles
and kissed her. She replied vigorously and sucked my tongue so
energetically that I believed that I had not known a woman yet.
I lifted her shirt, uncovered her belly and chest. Two black billiard
balls jumped before my eyes. The breasts were large, very shapely, the
nipple small and erect, and the dark halos widely stretched with
excitement. I placed my hand on them and pressed powerfully. They were
unexpectedly very hard and silky. She uttered a low whine and me hugged
tightly. I pushed my hands down and I proceeded to touch her cunt but she
recoiled and covered it with her palm.
With much effort, I lifted her petticoat, nipped her clit and wanted to
engulf my prick in her vagina. She resisted and said, 'it is getting
brighter, I would come at night than you may quench your thirst of desire.'
I did not pay any heed and continued my purpose but she resisted.
Facing failure I asked for less and said, 'darling atleast let me feast
my eye on your treasures,' she smiled and said nothing. I made her sit
on the table and pulled up her petticoat to inspect her cunt.
In the dark, I did not make much out of it but saw a pair of thick lips
and a very hairy Mound.
She bought my erect penis out of its confine and handled it like a toy.
I rubbed her clitoris with the head of my penis and she groaned heavily.
I did not see permissible to fuck her at that uncertain moment, therefore,
continued the fore play. She heaved and twisted my penis my all her strength,
I, in response, pushed my first two fingers in her love hole. She could
not bear this unannounced assault and shouted, 'darling what are you
doing? Are you going to enlarge my hole.' I smiled and continued with my
fickle aggressions and pushed my fingers deeper in her cunt, and with my
thumb rubbed the thick head of her clitoris vigorously. She started
trembling and kissed me passionately and said, 'darling you are my king,
please continue your attacks and enslave me forever, yes darling do it
harder and quicker.' She whispered in my ears, 'darling, I am all wet and
ready for a fuck, but it is done best in the quiets of the night and not
for now, it would spoil all enjoyment.' I whimpered softly in her ears,
'Oh! Darling you should let me fuck you now, dear let me taste your cunt
and you may have a taste of my cock.' 'No sorry darling, I too need a fuck
more than you do but it is much too risky. I shall come tonight when the
coast is clear, and we may fuck each other till the night permits us.'
She kissed and sucked my tongue furiously, amused herself with my prick
and went away victorious.
She kept her promised and came the same night. She was like a statue carved
out of black marble and was dressed in a pure white nightie which glossed
against her dark complexion. A strong perfume invaded the room and I
imagined that she had come fully armed for the amorous game. With a smile,
she threw herself on the bed. We, mad with lust, tore away our clothes
and in a moment were lying naked in bed, mingling with each other.
I took a stock of her body and found that she was very supple and
proportionate. Her breasts were large and full of life, the nipple
protruded, and the dark halo around stretched in a wide circle. Her mound
was thick and padded, and the pubic freshly shaven. The lips of her cunt
were thick, rough and coarse and the vagina, though not lax, stretched
and peeped like a long tunnel, obviously the result of extreme fucking.
The thick, fat and large clitoris, a full-blooded hydra aroused with the
rage of passion, stood erect. It too showed marks of inclemency, brought
about by the constant mishandling by males, or self satisfaction.
I took it in the mouth and sucked it vigorously. She whispered sharply,
'darling, you have awakened my sleeping passions and I am awfully hot,
please extinguish this fire with your sperms. I cannot wait any more,
please let's do the act.' She made me sit upright on the bed and entwining
her limps around my waist pulled up her torso to bring her cunt closer
to my penis. Then taking my prick in her hands, she with a vigorous muscular
force rammed it in her fanny.
I was not little amazed to find that her hole was not lax or slack as it
appeared, but firm and tight like that of a virgin's vagina after her first
fuck. She must been a celebrity among the male of all classes, moral or
immoral. Now I came to know what a woman like her could do to a man.
Fucking her once would leave no room for any other woman in man's life.
She was certainly a demolisher of their prides.
She gave a load sigh and pushed her torso up and down digging the clitoris
to my prick, and rubbed it rigidly against entire length of my prick's.
Her firm breasts dangled before my eyes and with each push swung like huge
pendulums. I took them in my hands, squeezed firmly and rotated her nipples
with thumb and index fingers. She said, 'darling please manipulate my
breasts more strongly and suck the nipples with all your force, please also
tickle my bottom hole and slide your fingers inside it. Oh! Dear I am
enjoying this wonderful fucking, you are the kind of male I relish, make
me come quickly and than I teach you to enjoy me in many more ways.'
Her movements became frantic and she jumped on my prick like a rubber doll.
She took me now with short pushes and always making sure to dig deeply
enough to push the head of my penis in womb. She soon started trembling and
shouted in my ears, 'Oh! Darling make your cock still longer, thicker and
harder, I want even your balls in my cunt.' I replied, 'baby I am trying,
I am trying, oh! you really know how to fuck and be fucked.' I seconded her
each stroke with an equal ardor but being in a passive position could not
do it as strongly. Each push sent a tremor through our entire being and
juices flowed freely from our organs.
She, now on the edge of fulfilment cried, 'my darling push deeper and
harder, you are making me come, quick, quick, here I come, oaf, Ooff.' She
bent and embraced me tightly and squeezing her legs sent forth a discharge
of such magnitude that the entire area of our pubis was inundated with her
sperms. She trembled and then relaxed. She did not let hold off my cock but
continued pushing and wrenching. After awhile she was on the edge again,
cried, 'darling, hold on I shall come again soon.'
She stepped up her work and spent powerfully again. I liked that black
mermaid, she was the mirror of a man's thoughts, as far as the sex was
concerned. I said, 'dear you were unique, now let me have my pleasure.'
She said nothing, silence is half consent.
I laid her on the bed and as I moved to insert my penis in her cunt and
make my impending discharge. She said, 'darling answer my question honestly
then you can commence to bathe my little cunt with your romantic ambrosia.
Why did you go to Sophia's house and stayed there for the night.'
I lied confidently, 'dear, she was alone and terrible fearful of ghosts and
thieves, therefore, requested me to stay at her lonely house and give her
some heart.' She replied curtly, 'no Sir, you are in the wrong. Now hear
the truth from me, you went to Sophia in the anticipation of a fuck, and
having gained her, would continued to do so.'
I was stunned, 'what know you of that?' I shouted. She negated my question
and repeated her query. I parried again, 'you should not accord such remote
blames to a respectable lady. It is an unworthy deed. I consider Sophia my
superior and a good friend. You speak from nowhere or some random passions
may have overtaken your thoughts. And you should have no business to supply
me provocation. You are loud, erratic and impolite, your incivility has
injured my senses.
Keen tongue like a knife; Cleaves the thread of life.'
She replied sternly, 'Sir, it is not you but your guilt that speaks, and
truth is always disagreeable. You cannot emancipate your conscience by
employing acute accent. Your face is not supporting your tongue, and you
are hiding behind false curtain. I had seen lust in your eyes, you coveted
her beauty and youth.' I said, 'you are being pedantic, my dear. Events do
not turn according to our desires.' She replied, 'sweet lord, it is just
a question of thought.'
All my efforts failed against her persistence and I had no choice but to
give up the conflict of the tongue and confess candidly. I said, 'Brigitte,
you are in the right, but she left me with no alternatives, I was heavily
seduced, and to conclude, well yes, she surrendered to me, her morality.
I was obliged to fuck her twice that night and have promised to accommodate
her in my life permanently. To attend your curiosity and to exclude any
exigency: I must say that we love each other.'
Disappointment overtook her spirits. She said sullenly, 'In the garb of
love you are officiating your guilt but I shall not dwell deeply on that
point. You are not entirely to be blamed, Sophia, to entice you in an
amorous affair, had been playing, "give the wolf a taste and keep him
hungry." She enflamed your senses and then kept herself apart, perhaps,
waiting for the right moment. When she failed to seduce you, she called
you to sleep in her house on the pretext of fearing the goblins.
You see, males are so fallible, they can never refuse a woman who so
vehemently seeks their affection. Well, she succeeded, and now you may
go and trifle with all the forlorn women in the town, but please don't
She ended her deliberations after a while and laid still with her legs wide
apart, showing her lecherous cunt to inflame my lust. I did not wait but
fixed my penis on her cunt and pushed it inside her with all my strength,
making her go mad with pleasure. It did not take long and also spent with
a great force, bathing her cunt with my hot lava. She pressed her thigh to
enjoy the warmth of my warm water and the last proximity of my dwindling
penis. We wiped ourselves and lay in arms and talked about the experience
that we just had. However, she did not only conversed but toyed with my
limp penis to make it alive again.
She said, 'Your lance is tired but I shall wait for its revival. In the
meantime, please suck my clit and make me come again. Though, tired and worn
out, I consented. She opened her thighs and taught me how to perform
cunnilingus, 'dear, strongly suck my clit with your lips and concurrently
stimulate its tip with your tongue, and you may also prick my vagina and
bum hole with your fingers. In return I shall treat your dead cock and
try revive it.'
I fell down and commenced to learn this newer art. A pleasant smell of
her cunt assailed my nostrils, I never knew that cunts could be that sweet.
I performed the errand very efficiently, and her clit started twitching
in a rhythm, and her dripping vagina pulsated on my finger. With a long
groan of delight, she pressed my face to her cunt, until for me, breathing
became an impossible proposition. I somehow liked this new way of
stimulation and tried to prolonged it. When she seemed to be coming, I
purposely removed my lips from her clitoris. She used a vile language to
remonstrate me, 'fuck nicely you weakling, or get for yourself a frigid
hag, you don't deserve a fiery woman like me.'
Not to increase the matter, I concentrated on relieving her lust, and
did the sucking more powerfully. Near the end, her clitoris grew larger
and pulsated impetuously in my mouth. Her vagina closed strongly on my
fingers and throbbed frantically. I sucked vigorously and with my rough
tongue stroked the sensitive pointed head of her clitoris. A few more sum
such savage treatments from my side and she started throwing her waist up
and down. Her whole frame trembled like a dry leaf, and then with a loud
shriek, she enclosed my face in her thighs and twisted it rapidly. She was
writhing agonizingly and commending me for the enjoyment I was providing
her. Her jerk ended with long sighs, then she released me from the vice
grip of her thighs and was inert for some time. She had came copiously
and great deal of juicy oozed from her cunt and filled my mouth, and I
could noting but swallow it.
I quickly got out of the bed, wiped myself and then wanted to kiss her
good bye. She, still not fully satisfied, expected some more wanton fucks.
I, however, completely exhausted changed the story and asked, 'dear love,
you fuck so nice, please tell me wherefrom did you learn that, by art or
chance?' She smiled and said, 'I practiced this delightful art, for the
first time, at the age of twelve. Darling, how about giving me one more
nice climax and then I shall unfold numerous tales of my fuck affairs.'
I kept silent to quieten her mounting storm, but she was absolutely
unwilling to waiver her quest. She persisted in torturing my prick with
great inclemency to invigorate its hardness, but it refused to be subjected
to such continuous torture, and lay inert, unmoved by her solicitations.
It showed no signs of revival. She shrieked, 'indolent fool, go play with
your cock and jerk yourself off. In that case, you would have no need to
satisfy a woman. An infirm placid like you should use that technique.'
She, at last, with a sorrowful look of hopelessness and utter
dissatisfaction reluctantly left the room, slamming the door behind her
with a powerful Bang. I breathed a sigh of relief and took a vow never
ever to see a nymphomaniac woman again. I could not believe the veracity
of my senses. Whatever had transpired just now was real or a figment of my