Mary Miller had been clearly given the ground rules and had a decision to make but in reality there was no question about what she would do. The almost animal-like urges that sometimes overwhelmed her had led the shy teen to the elderly black man down the road in the first place, so instead of staying alone in her room pleasuring herself she had found a willing partner.
Mac Green was certainly willing because he had lusted after young white girls like Mary most of his life, but at his advanced age while the desire was still there even a man as virile as Mac realized that he was only human.
***
Mac Green awoke from a sound sleep when it became clear that the tapping was not coming from a woodpecker that occasionally visited his place but from the back door. His senior citizen bones were reminding him that despite his performance the day before, he was no longer a spring chicken.
He put a bathrobe over his naked body and shuffled to see who the hell thought that old saying about farmers working from dawn to dusk applied to him, since the size of his crop field was nothing like it had been when he was a younger man and now took little of his time.
Squinting at the clock which told him it was barely past 8, he peeked through the curtains his late wife had made decades ago and saw a familiar face. Mary.
"Girl, what you doing here?" Mac asked after opening the inside door and squinting at the chubby girl through the screen.
"I thought you said - uh..." Mary said, her voice trailing off as she looked at the open robe and the huge limp cock hanging there exposed for her benefit.
"It's eight o'clock baby," Mac said. "Way too early."
"I could make you coffee and breakfast," Mary said while watching the ebony hose roll lazily as the old man shifted his weight from foot to foot.
"Too early honey, although I love your spirit," Mac said." Come back later after I get some more sleep. Then I got to have me some coffee to wake me up and then need to check to see if any of my tomatoes are ripe enough to sell. Come back around noon child."
"Okay," Mary said with a frown as she looked longingly as his manhood before turning around and heading back to her bike, and Mac was smiling as he closed the door and trudged back to bed.
He got about another hour of sleep before he got up for good and got a pot of coffee going, and as he waited for the perking to end he looked out and saw Mary out in his field looking through the tomato plants with a little bushel in her hand.
"Crazy girl," Mac chuckled as his hand went down and began to pull on his rubbery member while looking out at the kid, mumbling to himself, "Gonna need reinforcements to knock the horny out of this tart."
Mac watched Mary working up a sweat in the morning sun while sipping his coffee, and before getting in the shower he made a phone call.
***
Mac was waiting when the tapping at the door reoccurred just a few minutes before noon, and when Mary saw that Mac was still in his bathrobe she apologized for being early.
"No, you're okay," Mac explained as he let the teen in. "I took a shower and figured there wasn't much sense in getting dressed. Not the way you were looking at this."
Mary giggled when she saw Mac wiggle his penis at her and as the old black man went to sit down at the kitchen table he mentioned that he saw Mary had been a busy girl.
"I picked about 3 dozen tomatoes, and did some weeding around them," Mary explained. "You'll have another 3 dozen or so ready in a couple days. I set them out at the stand nice and neat and made sure that your honor box was where it should be. This was in it."
Mary reached into her jeans shorts and pulled out a few ones and some change and set it on the counter where she had been put up on yesterday.
"Thank you darling," Mac said as his hand went down and cupped his cock in his hand, slowly stretching it while looking at Mary's slightly dirty knees.
"Got a little dirty," Mary said apologetically. "Sweaty too. Want me to take a shower?"
"No, you were dirty yesterday too as I recall," he chortled while Mary blushed. "I suspect you're going to get sweaty soon enough anyway, but why don't you take those clothes off for me?"
"Here?"
"Sure. Take them off nice and slow, like you were a stripper or something. Might work better for me than caffeine."
Mary started to self-consciously unbutton her blouse but the old black man told her to slow down and do it like she was trying to turn him on.
"Nice and slow," Mac explained as he continued to sit on the kitchen chair and pull on his cock while watching the teen undress. "That's it. Pretend you're one of them dancers at the strip club down in Syracuse. Hell, the way you're losing weight you might be down there in a few months."
"Really?" Mary asked, and as she wiggled out of her blouse she started to dance a little bit, holding her blouse up over her head and shaking her titties still encased in their bra.
"Why not? They ain't got nothing you don't have, and damn sure that none of them got a hairy pussy like you. Hate them damn waxed ones."
"I shaved this morning again for you," Mary told Mac as she nodded over to her creamy smooth armpits which were already glistening with perspiration. "I'm so hairy and the hair grows so fast. Shaved my legs so they would be smooth for you too."
"You like looking fine for your black daddy, don't you girl?" Mac grinned. "You like to make me horny for your white pussy don't you girl?"
"Do I really make you horny?" Mary asked as she unbuttoned her shorts and slowly began to let them down.
"Course you do," Mac said. "Slow down honey so I can enjoy you. That there looks so sexy. Your pussy is so hairy I can see the bush right through your panties. Don't you ever be trimming that jungle, you hear me?"
"I won't," Mary assured the old man as her shorts went down past her knees, and after she stepped out of her shorts she started to reach back and unhook her bra.
"Bet your pussy is wet already, isn't it?" Mac cackled. "Bet you played with it plenty last night too, didn't you?"
"Yeah," Mary sighed as her bra came off and her grapefruit-sized breasts with their plump crimson nipples were revealed. "Couldn't stop thinking about what we did. I even dreamed about your big dick."
Sitting at a bit of a distance, Mac got a real sense of how pear shaped Mary was, but the chubby girl was pretty solid in the waist and as for below? Mac was already drooling as his semi-turgid cock had a long string of pre-cum hanging from the tip that would eventually end up on the linoleum.
"Now let me see that sweet pussy of yours," Mac said. "Nice and slow. Mmm... I can tell by the way the hair is sparkling that your pussy is dripping already. You want some big black dick in your pussy, don't you girl? Say it. Tell me what you want."
"I want - I want your big black dick in my hairy cunt," Mary mumbled as she fingers raked through the pubic forest while watching Mac pull on himself.
"Sure you do, but you know what's going to happen first though," Mac snickered. "Don't you girl?"
"Yes."
