Phallus of Her Obsession: Part 1

An adopted black daughter obsesses over her white brother.

Based on a post by Statius, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

Tammy hesitated, wondering if she should do this, take advantage and follow her urges.

Her brother, two years older than her, had turned 21 a few months back. Tonight he called her from the bar; drunk, and his friends gone. She had been hanging out with her best friend, Shelley.

This afternoon, Tammy was returning a favor. A few weeks ago, Shelley took her to the clinic, where Tammy got her first supply of birth control pills. Tammy was surprised how much better her tits filled out her tops, and especially her sexy new red bikini.

After returning the pickup to Shelley’s brother, they stayed for a late supper. Then they returned to work even later, on setting up house for the new semester.

They were moving Shelley into her new apartment, putting the bed together, and arranging the other furniture and kitchen stuff. When the call came in, they stopped what they were doing and went to pick him up and take him home, to his bed. Now, here she was, alone with him, in the pitch dark of his room. His legs hanging off the bed and him sprawled out across it.

Shelley had waited in the car while Tammy helped him quietly get in the house, through the back door, far away from the master bedroom, where she hoped their parents were still sleeping. They went down the  hall and got to his bedroom, and to his bed. Even though Tammy knew she shouldn't, she undressed him. She had told herself that she knew he wore boxers; and the temptation was too much.

She finally had her chance, one she waited so long for, and decided to pull off his top, then slide off his boots. Then she began to undo his jeans, one button at a time. She realized fairly quickly, that Josh was not wearing boxers. He was free-wheeling tonight. A Commando indeed.

She stopped; seeing his head and shaft pressed against his pale skin.

Josh was moaning, feeling a woman's presence near his half hard shaft; but Tammy knew he wasn't aware that it was her, his adopted sister. Her hands so close, her face inches away from his, My God! This has to be an 8 inch cock! She was so close, he could probably feel her gasping warm breath on it.

She hesitated, debating. She had waited; had fantasized about this for a year now, ever since she saw on his phone, a short video she never should have found. It was for his then girlfriend, of him stroking himself. Ever since then, she wasn't able to deny to herself the crush that was growing for years.

Josh had a tough time getting over the breakup. He was just now trying to get back into dating, after 3 celibate months.

And she knew he liked black girls. He had always flirted with her friend, Shelley.

Shelley was built so much like herself, just a few inches taller and with a bigger ass. They both had tits that turned heads. Not massive pendulous jugs, but full C cups which stayed high and firm, providing eye candy with any low-cut blouse.

Tammy never had a problem getting a date. She was 5'5, athletic; actually, the number one ranked volleyball player in the state, last year  in high school. And now  she’s nationally-recognized college athlete. Guys were always asking her out. In fact, Josh was the only guy she knows, who didn't look at her 'that way' or hit on her, ever.

Of course, that made sense to her, they grew up together. His parents adopted her when she was three, and he was five. Mom learned she could not safely get pregnant again. Josh doted on her. He was always a good older brother; protective and caring, except of course, for the usual sibling spats.

But here she was, in the dark, leaning over the side of his bed, hands on his thighs, his jeans half off. “dance with me, darling” he mumbled. Was he dreaming? Does he think he’s still at the club? He continued slightly moaning, while she was leaning over him, that large white crown head staring back at her in the faint moonlit, so close!

All she had to do was stick out her tongue to taste it... and her will power crumbling every second she hesitated.

He moaned again, his hips shifting; maybe because his jeans were half on and uncomfortable. Maybe because even though he was very drunk and almost passed out, he was still aware of a woman there, so close to his now twitching cock.

Tammy couldn't tell; and was ready to do what she knew was proper, that is, get up and leave, after disrobing and tucking him in, that is.

But then something happened, something she didn't expect but unconsciously hoped for, something she took as a sign.

He reached up and touched the side of her face, feeling her soft skin. Brushing his fingers up her cheek, he didn’t say a word. She panicked for a minute, startled, expecting him to wake up, look at her. Perhaps a surprise and shock on his face.

She was ready to bolt, and quick. But she realized he hadn't raised his head, hadn't looked up; he was still, just lying on his back, his face turned to the side, it looked like he was finally sleeping. She sighed deeply, just now realizing she had been breathing so shallow it was almost as if she had been holding her breath.

Then it happened, the thing she took as a sign, as permission to do what she wanted. His hand stroked up her cheek, his fingers and palm turned, flat on her cheek, then moved around to the back of her head, and with gentle pressure pulled her face down to his curly pubis, his harry sack, and his lovely scepter.

She more than willingly followed Josh's gentle pressure, his pull. Tammy lowered her face, her parted lips, to that swollen crown, staring at her, waiting for her, mesmerizing her. Her one hand rested on his defined, muscular chest. Her over hand briefly pressed into the bedding, just below his ball sack. Her one knee came up and planted on the mattress, next to his thigh.

She was nervous. Her hand shook, and she was afraid he'd wake up, realize it was her, and freak the fuck out. She still hesitated. She glanced up at him, watching his turned face for any sign, any reaction of recognition; nothing. His breathing was slightly quickened, but he hadn't moved, except his gentle hand resting on the back of her head, her wavy locks, and his hips moving ever so slightly, causing his cock to come to life, to move and twitch.

Tammy grabbed it gently, lightly, touching it for the first time; it stiffened in her hand. She took a moment to feel it's girth, its hardness and texture of rippled veins bulging along the long shaft. She wished desperately she could grab it harder, squeeze it, really grip it, but knew she couldn't, for fear of waking him up and losing the moment.

She repositioned herself carefully, quietly. She inched her face slowly towards his hard white cock with its swollen head. It’s shaft which widened in the middle of the shaft. Biting her lower lip, then licking her thick African lips, getting them moist with the saliva building up in her mouth. She was practically drooling at the thought of what she was going to do, what she wanted to do, for a long time now.

Tammy couldn't believe this was real, that it was actually happening, that she was finally getting Josh's rocket cock, at least in one way she wanted. Her only regret was that there was almost no light. And she really wished she could see his pale shaft against the dark skin of her hand. And she also wished that he knew, she wished he knew it was her, that he wanted her the same way she wanted him.

Tammy pushed these thoughts from her mind, knowing she would have to deal with them at some point. But now she only wanted to take advantage of this situation and taste his cock, make him cum for her.

And besides time was pressing; Shelley was waiting in the car and probably wondering what was taking so long.

She stroked Josh's thick cock, slow and easy, gently, barely gripping it, before finally working up the nerve to stick her tongue out, the tip of her tongue touching just under the crown; she moaned, not able to stop it. Her tongue slowly traveled along the underside of his tip. Then she pressed her open mouth against his crown. He moaned, his hips moved, and his hand felt firmer behind her head.

His glorious phallus was now hard. Very very hard. It was warm and even in the faint light filtering in through the window blinds, she noticed a blushing redness in his hue.

Tammy lost all control and inhibition. She set both palms down on the bedding, then repositioned both her knees between his spread legs. She turned her head sideways to his cock, then slid her thick lips and her tongue, first down then up his long shaft. Tammy then straightened her face up to look at his, while she consumed half his cock into her mouth. She wrapped her lips tight around him sucking hard, stroking his softer under shaft with her tongue, breathing in thru her nose as she did, her one hand tightly stroking his lower shaft.

His hips pushed up against her, thrusting into her face, his hand still holding the back of her head, a gentle pressure she loved feeling. She took more of him, pushing herself down more, feeling his cock enter her mouth, sliding over her tongue. She could hear him moaning more, his body moving more.

She wanted to look up, to see if he was watching her suck his hard cock, but being on her knees, her face in his harry mound, she couldn't tell, and barely cared.

His taste was everything she hoped it would be, better maybe. She controlled her moans as best she could, keeping quiet, but still they escaped her. It was hard to control her own body, not wanting to move too much, still afraid the wrong move could ruin this whole experience.

She broke off to breathe, but still stroked him with her full palm, now.  Her thumb positioned just under his crown tip, rubbing the frenulum where his glans ridge tapered and curved, like a roadmap to his tip.

His hips kept moving, that slow push up, like he was slow fucking her hand. She loved that, and it made her wish again, that there was some light to see by.

Hell; she wanted to watch his pale, now slightly purple shaft, push inside her dark lips. That made her wet, and she almost touched herself, but remembered where she was, her situation, and she was a loud masturbator. That’s why she did her self-serving in the shower, with R and B music blasting in the bathroom.

She would scream if she made herself cum; and besides, there was kind of a time limit. She felt she was taking too long. This was another regret. She really wished she could take her time and savor Josh's cock, the taste, the size, the hardness. And when it happened, his cum.

After a moment to catch her breath; she went back to work on that cock, licking up the shaft, savoring it, running her tongue over his head, pursing her lips over it, all before dropping her face down and below his ball-sack. She looked up, just above the horizon of pubic fuzz, to see his face while taking him again.

Tammy’s neck was now bent. Her throat was a straightened, receptive opening. She deep throated his 8 inches, taking him down to his base, where she slowly, softly clamped her teeth to painlessly memorialize this visit, so Josh might have perhaps enough cognizance to remember this special moment.

Then she slowly released and ascended back up, to visit his glorious crown. Spit and drool seeping from her mouth, around her lips, until she submerged again; the shaft filling her, even down into her throat, before pulling halfway off, again. That's when she really began to work him; accelerating, stroking him faster, keeping her large lips tight around his girth, bobbing her face up and down, and now really worrying he'd wake up; but he didn't, nothing changed. His head rolled from side to side, but he never looked at her, just on his back, hips slowly pushing into her hand and mouth. His other hand now found her soft cheek and jaw. His fingers slowly caressed her, returning her devotion.

She really began to wonder if maybe he was too drunk to cum, that she had done all this and wouldn't get to her first taste of a man’s cum. And so much more special, it would be Josh’s creamy jizz. That would be disappointing. She really wanted to make him cum for her, explode in her mouth, but she was thinking she'd have to be satisfied just by getting to touch him, taste him, feel his hardness in her mouth. Gawd! She wanted more than that.

Just when Tammy thought about giving up, her jaw sore, lips going numb, her wrist tired, her throat feeling raw; she felt him twitch in her mouth. She was crouched on her knees, with one hand on this marvelous cock, and the fingers of her other hand gently fondling his two balls. When his first pelvic twitch occurred, she knew what that meant. Shelley had told her how to orally service a man. Shelley recounted how a man’s ball sack firms up just before the climatic eruption. Josh’s sack was now becoming a round firming ball.

Tammy redoubled her efforts; sucking in harder, getting her pace just right; her stroking hand hitting just under his crown as her tightened lips clamped just under his glans ridge, her tongue firmly massaging his underside frenulum.

She felt it on her tongue, that first bit of wetness, his precum shooting out, that extra bitter, extra salty precum. Her grip tightened, she stroked a little faster, squeezing his shaft a bit harder. She knew she was running the risk of waking him, but she couldn't help it. Tammy needed it, needed him to cum, needed to taste it, feel it's warmth on her tongue, feel it coat her mouth, hit her throat; she had to have it.

Another twitch, then another; and oh; then it happened. That thing she needed; craved so much. She felt his thighs stiffen. She sucked harder. Tammy tightened her lips more, pressed her tongue against his shaft, making sure she pressed just under his crown. Holding her face steady, his cock half way in her mouth; and stroked him until he exploded.

His cum ejaculated; hard, and fast. Six, no, seven times he shot his cum load in her mouth. Both his hands now pressed over her ears, to keep her tantalizing mouth where it provided the optimal pleasure.

Tammy just kept stroking, but she did ease up a little on her pistoning speed, decelerating toward and end, like a train entering the station. She did everything she could to take it all, every drop. She didn't allow her mouth to relax, to open letting Josh's cum drip out, no, she kept it air tight, her eyes shut so hard they began to water.

 Convinced his full deposit was now delivered, she swallowed what she could trying not to choke on it. She kept the rest in her mouth, swishing it around her tongue, and his cock, while his euphoria lingered. Then she took a deep nasal breath and took him once more slowly, deep into her throat. She let him stay, motionless except for her slow massaging tongue, which continued an affectionate caress.

Her own crotch was dripping and she knew her yoga pants were stained, but she didn't care, she had blown a man with proud success. And it was Josh! She made him cum for her, swallowed it, and relished the salty taste of his thick jizz on her tongue.

She wasn't even sure what part was her favorite. Sucking and tasting his 8 inch cock? Making him cum? The taste of his cock and cum? The pride in taking it all, and not even spilling any of his load, not even a drop, even though he came like seven spurts in her mouth?

She didn't know. It was all her favorite thing; all these things. And yes, she was proud of her performance, proud she made him, while drunk, cum so much for her.

Tammy did have a moment there, after looking at his shrinking cock, listening to his moans. In his drunk delirium he had let slip a few mumbled, barely audible sounds; 'fuck', 'ahs', and such, but never once opened his eyes to look. Now so worked up herself, she briefly considered trying to take things further; riding him, taking him in her, but knew she couldn't, and that he most definitely couldn't, and that if she tried, he'd certainly wake up. She had fondled a couple of guys, at a truth or dare event; but they weren't as big as Josh, but that was all. Her tightness would likely squeeze him hard, and may even hurt, definitely her and probably him as well, and she again reminded herself, she was a screamer.

As she got off the bed and straightened herself out to leave; she pulled his covers  up as best she could, felt her face and around her mouth for his cum, then quietly shut his door and left.

Creeping quietly down the hall and out the door, wondering if she would ever get the chance to fuck him, take him inside her, wrap her strong legs around him, feel him over her, hear him say her name as he came inside her, make her cum all over his shaft.

Shelley didn't say anything. She had been too busy on her phone to realize how long Tammy had been gone.

When Tammy and Shelley got the apartment into reasonable order, Shelley took Tammy back to her house. As soon as she got home, she couldn't get to her room fast enough.

Quickly stripping her clothes off, getting her vibrating dildo out, she headed for the shower. Once she was soaked in the warm spray, she leaned her back into the tiled wall; then bending her knees, running her hands over her own thighs, before getting close enough to feel her own heat. It didn't take long, imagining his cock sliding inside her, remembering how it felt in her hand; hard, heavy, and warm; how it tasted and felt on her tongue, how his cum shot out hitting her mouth; it's warmth and thickness, coating the inside of her cheeks, how hard it was to swallow, it's saltiness. And one of her favorite parts, how his hands felt on her head. She loved that, and wanted that again. Tammy came quick, the vibrator on high, deep inside her, how quickly she thrust it in and out of herself. She clenched her jaw tight, biting her lip, holding in her scream, her body tensing hard as the orgasm washed over her. When it was over, she turned the vibe off, but still gently rode it into herself, while pinching her hardened dark nipples, and feeling her tits, caressing them, imagining Josh doing that to her. She toweled herself dry, then took another towel and wrapped her hair. Back in her bed, she resumed a gentle massage of her swollen cunt lips and then inside, until she finally passed out, exhausted.

Searching for a suitable stand-in.

After that night, Tammy would only date white guys, and then only if there was something that reminded her of Josh; his short black wavy hair, dark eyes, his slender but toned build, his height. She never stayed with any of them long, but it would help if their cock was close to his size and that cum thick and extra salty.

Her favorite positions were doggy or reverse cowgirl, so she wouldn't have to see their face. Tammy wanted to imagine Josh. She usually kept her eyes closed. In her secret fantasy, she was imagining it was Josh’s hands grabbing her wide dark hips, spreading her open, sliding that long 8 inches inside her wet pink, his firm but gentle hands, perhaps lightly smacking her full firm ass, making her squeal and shout, drawing out her long moans and making her pant and breathe hard. Or his hands on her head, her face, sliding his shaft in her mouth, holding her head still while he fucked her mouth.

In her mind it was always Josh driving into her, pushing in, excitement growing, leading to him pounding inside her, throbbing and cumming, pumping that salty jizz into her, leaning over her at the end, both covered in sweat, breathing hard, his cock quivering inside against her walls, until it softened enough to slip out on its own.

The lights were almost always off, or at least dimmed way down low, unless whoever she was with wanted to cum on her, blowing their load all over, usually her chest or face. She understood this, that the guy wanted to see. She knew there was no point for a guy to cum on her if he couldn't watch his cock explode a series of ropes all over her face, tits, and body. She knew a man wants to watch her reaction, see his jizz splatter on her face or tits; she understood the appeal of it, and actually she didn't mind.

If she was on her knees sucking a guy’s cock for his bukkake thrill, she would hold her face up, close her eyes and wait to feel the first splash of cum on her cheek, forehead, or her lips. Sometimes if the guy wanted she'd hold her tits up, push them together and wait, but her eyes would always be closed, in her mind she imagined watching Josh stroke his cock in front of her, giving her his cum.

If they pulled out while fucking her in doggy style, she kinda liked it when the guy would grab her and flip her on her back, straddle over her and stroke until he exploded cum all over her body. She would just close her eyes and take it, and smear his cum on her dark skin, streaking the caramel skin with white jizz everywhere. Would that turn Josh on, would he like to see his adopted ebony sister do that for him? She liked to think he would, that it would keep him hard to fuck her.

There were things that annoyed her about getting fucked by these other guys, though. They always had to talk, say things while fucking her, or getting blown by her, she didn't like that; none of them ever sounded remotely like Josh, and there were times when their talking threw her off and broke her focus, dragging her mind away from her obsessive fantasy.

No matter what they said, she was usually already imagining Josh saying it. How much they loved her thick cocksucking lips around their shafts, how hot it was watching her with her dark skin taking a white dick. And if they had thick cum, how much of a turn in it was seeing those white sticky jizz globs on her skin, running down and streaking her black skin. Or what seemed to be their favorite thing: cumming on her face, so they could watch it drip over and down her broad nose and down either cheek.

But the thing that annoyed her the most was when she was sucking a cock and they wanted to watch, and told her to look up at them, eyes open; she hated that, and that was usually the last time with that guy; nothing ruined her fantasy more than that, except maybe a guy on top of her. She stopped letting that happen early on, though. Tammy only wanted that to ever happen with Josh, only wanted to look into his face, only wanted his eyes looking into hers, while fucking her.

This went on for approaching two years, dating these white guys, seducing them so she could fantasize about Josh while fucking these others for a few weeks or a month before dissatisfaction led her to moving on to another, whenever she couldn't maintain the fantasy of sex with Josh. Two years passed before another opportunity arose for Tammy to have him.

To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by Statius, in 2 parts, for Literotica.