Kylie's New Experience Pt. 01

Kylie's New Experience - Part 1

This short story has been inspired and adapted from the 2016 Blacked movie Petite Teen Tries a Huge BBC in Her Ass starring Riley Reid and Jean Lescaf.

Kylie is getting ready to go over to her friend Annette's house again. She finishes brushing the tail end of her straight, sepia brown hair below the nape of her neck. Unsatisfied, she bounces her hair from both sides with her hands before passing her fingers through her middle parting. Her front bangs spring up to form a quiff as she shakes her head from side to side. She takes a final look at her subtle, pink lipstick in the bathroom mirror.

Nice.

Still far from ready, though. Kylie is the type of girl who prefers to do her hair and makeup whilst being dressed comfortably. She's wearing white lace briefs that flaunt the contours at the bottom of her V-shaped cheeks. Her knit tank top is also white and tight enough for the shape of a girl's erect nipples to be seen on a cold day if worn without a bra.

Kylie's nipples are erect. Not because she's cold; summer started last week. It's what's on her mind that's causing the release of oxytocin from her body. The same thoughts that invade her mind every time she goes over to Annette's for their weekly study sessions.

Kylie is a sexually frustrated white girl from a very conservative family. Since starting college, she has explored her sexual side but has only experienced boys her age. She's realised that they don't appeal to her and what she really craves is an older man.

At Annette's, they are both studying for their finals. Every time they get together like this, Kylie also surreptitiously flirts with Annette's father, Jean, a very handsome middle-aged black man. She is gazing lustfully now at the man more than twice her age. She smiles. Then bites her bottom lip. Then smiles again. Then brushes the end of her pen against her bottom lip before softly biting at it. When he notices her, he can't help but smile too. She smiles, almost giggles back. She can tell he enjoys the attention. Sexual tension has been building between her and Jean for weeks. He answers a call and goes upstairs, giving Kylie a chance to refocus on her studies. Busy writing away, Annette doesn't notice any of Kylie's inappropriate behaviour.

It's time to print off their work, but Annette realises something. "Shoot, we're out of ink," she says. "I'm gonna head out to buy some. I'll be right back."

Annette lives about an hour away from the nearest store. This is the perfect opportunity to get some alone time with her dad.

Kylie knows it's so wrong, but can't help herself. When she hears the door close, she looks up in the direction of Jean's room upstairs. She already knows where it is from her previous visits, though she's never dared to go in.

That's all about to change now.

Kylie opens the door to find him still on the call.

"Okay, I'll call you back," says Jean in his French accent, when he sees her.

Kylie's cropped denim jacket worn over a knitted, tight-fitting light pink pencil dress reflects the simplicity of a conservative white girl. However, the lusty look in her eyes as she bites her bottom lip again and pauses to peruse him is indicative of a rebellious nymph who has no regard for propriety.

"Yes, can I help you?" he asks.

Slowly, confidently, lasciviously, she takes steps towards him.

He asks the same question again, only differently. "What can I do for you?" He's trying to maintain a formal tone, but there are no signs of him feeling startled by her getting closer and closer to him.

Now stood over him as he is sat on the edge of his bed, she pushes her bangs behind her ears. Smiling, she begins to shed off her jacket with swift pulls from the break line at the already unbuttoned front.

"This is the only opportunity we're gonna have where your daughter isn't home," she says, pulling her thin, bare arms out of her sleeves and dropping the jacket on his bed, "and I've been fantasising about you."

She continues to seduce him whilst slipping down the straps of her dress and pulling it down her body. "I don't like younger men. I like older men who know what they're doing. Sexy men like you...," her dress drops low enough for her to be able to step her Converse sneakers out of it, "they really turn me on."

Jean is smiling. He must be aroused by the way she elongated on the words 'older men', 'sexy men' for him. Or by the pale skin coating the rest of her straight, slender figure. Kylie sees how he's looking up and down at her from head to toe wearing only two pieces of laced white fabric veiling her breasts and vagina. Her panties are translucent enough for her dark brown pubic hair to be seen from underneath. The tawny pink of her nipples can be seen too under the thin fabric of the side cup of her bra. Her right nipple is completely exposed. Hard and pointed, it has slipped out from under the side cup into the half-slit area where the front cup would normally be. She sees Jean notice her naked nipple but does nothing to cover it, and instead, stands up straight enough for him to see the whole of her nude body. Kylie is wearing the confidence of an Italian woman depicted in a Renaissance painting, darker than marble but fairer than alabaster. White, but not starkly in contrast with the pink dress that was adorning it moments before. Unafraid of being an object of desire for the male gaze.

Frowning like a child in want of a new toy, Kylie pleads, "Come on, take me."

He follows her command, standing up and pulling her into his firm grasp. "You want this?"

"Yes."

They're both standing face-to-face, eye-to-eye, body-to-body. Their lips meet with the most natural of ease. Holding his face in her hands, Kylie pulls her tongue out and brushes gently against his upper lip.

"I've been dying to taste your lips," she says, letting out a soft moan before sliding her tongue over them again.

Weeks of built-up sexual frustration are all being released as they kiss each other like a fervent couple on their honeymoon. He's almost hypnotised and unable to move his whole body apart from his lips. She strokes his smooth face, then moves her hands up to the back of his shaved head. They are already as close as two people can be but still she pulls him into her, willing him to kiss her firmer. Harder.

And that's when she feels it. The thing she's been craving ever since her first experience. It's pressing against her thigh.

"I can feel your boner against my leg," she says, sliding her hand down to feel bulge in his trousers, pushing her heels off the ground ever so slightly to feel his soft kisses against her neck. "Is that all for me?" she asks, pressing her palm against it to gauge its hardness.

Now that the ice is broken, Kylie really starts to get down to business. They both do. She puts her hand inside his trousers to get a better hold his penis while he slides his hand down her panties.

"You are so wet," he says.

She moans out a response while he caresses the soaked skin of her vulva, "my pussy's been dying for you."

Kylie has been dying for him. For weeks now, almost a couple of months. She's fantasised about how big and hard his cock must be. Now she finally has it in the palm of her hand. It already feels bigger than anything she's ever felt, but she knows it can get bigger. She increases the tempo of her strokes as if she wants him to ejaculate already. Jean takes the hint and strips out of his clothes. Kylie stares at the now fully naked black man in front of her. She takes a moment to stroke the dark skin of his smooth, bare chest, admiring his muscular physique. Jean's trousers finally come down and Kylie can't help but blush and giggle like a schoolgirl seeing a picture of a naked man for the first time. She strokes his penis slowly. They have an hour and she wants to make sure she lives every moment like to the fullest. Not only is it her first time experiencing an older man's penis, but its also her first time experiencing one covered in dark flesh. The contrast of its skin tone against her palm and fingers bedazzles her. She also realises how small he is making her hand look.

"Your cock is so big; I can barely wrap my hands around it," holding his length and girth in both hands.

"None of the boys in school have dicks this big?"

She's caught by surprise with his inquiry. "No, none of the boys in college have dicks this big!" she says, laughing. "They're not as exotic as you."

They kiss, stroke and touch each other some more, feeling each other's warm and hard and smooth and wet parts. Kylie wants him to feel how much she has been salivating for him. For her final act, she pulls his foreskin as far back as it goes, licks the palm of her dominant hand and starts stroking the head of his uncoated penis. Her wet touch against the sensitive skin of his glans forces him to finally twitch and moan. It's exactly what Kylie's been waiting for. Now he's ready to take control.

"Can I?" she begs, staring into his eyes as she kneels.

Jean doesn't reply. Instead, he waits till she is on both knees and then he enters her mouth. She spends the next few minutes pleasuring him as he pleases, taking intervals to stroke him again only when catching her breath after he's tried to make her take the whole of his length. She remembers they only have an hour till Annette gets back, so she crawls onto the bed. Following in pursuit of her, he lays comfortably flat on his back. Wasting no time, Kylie takes hold of her older man and continues to explore her wildest fantasy.

(to be continued...)