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Brown Sugar

By: John P.



This is a true story of interracial sex and adultery. If these topics are offensive to you, I advise you to proceed no further. However, if you are like me, and believe that forbidden fruit always tastes better than the more conventional kind, you are in for a real treat. Read on.

I am a 32 y/o white male, handsome and athletic, married, no kids, and live in Foster City, California. I have a great career as a software engineer. My wife is a CPA with a large Bay Area accounting firm. I guess my wife and I are perfect examples of what used to be called Yuppies. Both of us were raised in lily-white upper middle class neighborhoods, went to the best schools, socialize with other people just like ourselves, and live a pretty insulated existence. Last month all that began to change for me when I strayed from the nest and had an affair.

Over Memorial Day, my wife Marsha flew to Los Angeles to visit her parents, leaving me home alone for the long holiday weekend. Saturday morning, as I was checking our mailbox, I ran into our new neighbor, a divorced black lady named Arlene. "What's up? Got big plans for the weekend?" she asked. 

I replied, "Nope. The wife went to LA. Won't be back till Monday night. I guess I'll stay home, read, and maybe watch a little TV. How about you? You doing anything?" 

"Uh-uh. My kids are visiting their dad this weekend, and won't be home till Tuesday afternoon. I don't have a date, so I guess I'll stick close to home too," Arlene sighed. 

We made small talk for a while then I told her, "I gotta get something to eat. If you get bored, drop by for a glass of wine later on." 

"OK. I'll keep that in mind," she said. I headed for home, and quickly forgot about my conversation with Arlene.

Later that evening, about 7PM, the doorbell rang. When I answered the door, there stood Arlene. I was kind of taken aback. I said, "Hi," and just stood there staring at her. 

She said, "Aren't you going to invite me in? Or did you forget you'd invited me over for a glass of wine?" 

"Sorry for being rude. It's just that I didn't think you'd take me up on the offer, that's all. Please, come on in." Arlene seated herself on the couch as I fetched a bottle of Chardonnay and two glasses. We sat on the couch, drank wine, listened to music, and talked about everything under the sun for at least an hour. I gave her the run down on my background and career, and she filled me in on her life. I learned that Arlene was 38 y/o, divorced just 5 months previous, the mother of three children, and taught music and dance at a local junior college. 

"Looks like this bottle is dry," Arlene said, as she poured the last few drops into her glass.

"Plenty more where that came from," I said, heading for the kitchen to retrieve a fresh bottle. I refilled our glasses and sat down on the couch, a little closer to Arlene this time. As we continued to chatter back and forth, Arlene told me she almost didn't stop by because Marsha had been rude and nasty to her since the day she moved in. "The only reason I dropped in is because she's in LA, and you seem like a nice guy. I want to get to know you better. But, I gotta tell you, I think that your wife is rude, and I also get the impression she doesn't like black folks," Arlene said. 

I don't think Marsha is a racist, but Arlene was right about one thing. Marsha can't stand her. Right after Arlene moved in, Marsha told me Arlene was aggressive, pushy and seemed to have a chip on her shoulder. Marsha said she didn't want anything to do with her. I told Arlene that it was true that Marsha didn't like her, but I didn't think Marsha was a racist. "I don't think race has anything to do with it. You two disliked each other the instant you met. Fact is, for whatever reason, you can't stand each other, and probably never will," I said. 

That said, I told Arlene that was no reason her and I couldn't be friends. As I refilled our glasses, I said, "Forget about it. Besides, Marsha's in LA. Right now, it's just you and me, and we seem to be getting along fine. Lets enjoy each other's company and not dwell on negative things." 

At some point after that, the talk turned to the topic of interracial dating and interracial sex. I told Arlene that I had never dated or been with anyone other than white women. She said she had dated a white guy years before when she was in college, but had married a black man shortly after that. She said she had dated a couple of white guys since she had divorced, and found it kind of exciting and refreshing. 

As Arlene continued to talk, I stared at her and found myself checking her out a little bit closer. I suddenly realized I was fascinated by, and attracted to her. I told myself it was the wine, since we were both getting a little tipsy by now, but looking back on it, I know now that I was kidding myself. Fact is, tipsy or sober, she was the most exotic woman I had ever seen. She aroused a sexual attraction in me, stronger than any I'd ever experienced before. Arlene is shorter and heftier than Marsha, almost chunky. 

That evening, she was wearing a short skirt and a halter-top that indicated she had plenty of curves in all the rights places. Close cropped, tightly curled hair, dyed almost blond; dark mahogany skin; almond shaped eyes; strong, broad African facial features; and a dazzling smile. I had never considered cheating on Marsha, let alone making a pass at a black woman before, but the urge was getting stronger by the minute. 

Arlene must have sensed my desire and arousal, and had similar feelings. She brought things to a head, snapped me out of my daydream, and brought me back to reality when she slid across the couch, her thigh coming to rest against mine. Licking her lips, she looked me in the eyes and said, "Honey. I think we both have a bad case of jungle fever." I stammered something in agreement as Arlene started massaging the inside of my thigh. She worked her hand upward till she was rubbing my cock through my pants. She ran her tongue inside my ear, then whispered, "Whatcha think we should do about it." 

In reply, I slipped my hands around her waist, letting them come to rest on the small of her back, and pulled her toward me. I placed my lips on hers and we began to french kiss, swapping tongues for what seemed like minutes at a time. Arlene slid her hands under my shirt, pulled it off, and threw it aside. She licked and nipped at my chest as I played with her titties through her halter-top. I slid my hands under her skirt and fondled her thighs and ass. I felt nothing but skin. "Damn! You're not wearing panties," I panted. Arlene giggled and said, "I thought something like this might happen, so I dressed for the occasion." She raised one knee as I worked my hand up the inside of her thigh. I stroked her bush, then massaged her pussy. Arlene worked my nylon swimming trunks off, and tossed them behind the couch. 

As she did so, she gently stoked my cock from top to bottom, then cupped my balls in her hand, and massaged them. I told Arlene to stand up and face me. When she did, I told her, "Take your clothes off, baby. I wanna see what you're hiding under there." 

She kicked off her sandals, undid the tie on her halter-top, and tossed it across the room. Then, as if doing a strip tease, she unbuttoned her skirt, worked it down over her hips, stepped out of it, and tossed it aside. Flashing a coy grin, Arlene slowly executed a 360 degree turn, showing off her considerable attributes, and then came to a stop facing me. Her body astounded me. I couldn't help but compare her to Marsha. 

I was not accustomed to intimacy with a woman with a build and the raw sex appeal that Arlene possessed. Marsha is pale skinned and anemic looking, unathletic, tall and lanky, thin as a rail, with hardly any shape at all. She dresses like a 70 year old matron, and acts as though sex is an unpleasant marital obligation, rather than something to be enjoyed. Arlene on the other hand exudes sex. She is about 5'6", and 150 lbs. Short, chunky, and cute as can be. Perky little cone-shaped titties with long dark black nipples that look like tootsie rolls. A bit thick through the middle, with a waist that is still visible, but probably not as well defined as it was 10 years ago. A round tummy, protruding slightly above a thick, curly, jet black, well manicured bush. Wide flaring hips that look custom made for lovemaking, a large, prominent protruding ass, and thick, well muscled thighs and calves. 

Arlene placed her hands on her hips and cooed, "Like what you see?" 

I reached out to her and said, "Never seen anything I liked better. Come on over here. I've got a surprise for you I think you're gonna like." 

She slid down next to me on the couch and giggled, "Oooooohhhh. I love surprises." I pushed her back on the couch, knelt between her knees and placed her legs over my shoulders. Teasing her, I licked the inside of each leg a few times, from the knee to the top of the thigh. As I did so, I worked two fingers inside her pussy and began to stoke her clit. In short order she went from moist to wet. As I felt her pussy begin to open up like a flower in bloom, I buried my face in her thick dark bush. 

"I want to taste you," I said, then parted her cunt lips with my tongue. Arlene moaned. As her pussy began to open up a little more I plunged my tongue deep inside her. I stroked the crack of her ass with one hand, while I rolled her clit between the thumb and forefinger of my other hand. Her pussy was sopping wet by now, and she gave off the strong, acrid, musky scent of a woman in heat, stronger than any I had ever smelled before. Arlene began to pant and groan, and roll her ass back and forth as I fucked her with my tongue. Between moans, she yelled words of encouragement, begging me not to stop. As I felt her nearing climax, I sucked her clit into my mouth, and began to chew gently on it, and stroke it with my tongue. 

All of a sudden, Arlene stiffened and I knew she was about to get off. She arched her back and came in a series of violent spasms. She clawed at the back of my head, and screamed till she was out of breath. Then she went limp, and lay back on the couch, panting. I got back on the couch and we lay there together, our arms and legs wrapped around each other. Arlene told me no one had ever gone down on her before. 

"That was wonderful," she said. I told her it had been a treat for me too because Marsha didn't like it, and I hadn't done that to a woman since I had been married. "You can do that me anytime you want," Arlene said with a smile.

"You can count on it. You got the best tasting pussy in town," I replied.

By now I was raring to go. I pulled Arlene off the couch and said, "Let's go upstairs, babe. I wanna make love in a bed, not on the floor or a couch, the first time at least." 

She hopped up, and as I locked the front door, she grabbed another bottle of wine and two fresh glasses. "I have a feeling we might need some refreshments later on," she giggled. We walked up the stairs to the second floor bedroom, necking and fondling each other the whole way. 

Once in the bedroom, we embraced, and kissed deeply. "Turn that bed down while I let some air in here," I said. The weather was sweltering that day, so I walked to the patio door and opened the curtains and sliding glass door. As I did so, Arlene, tossed the pillows in the corner, threw the comforter on the floor, hopped up on the bed, and spread out on the pink satin sheets in a sexy pose, just like she owned the place. 

I slid into the bed next to her and asked, "Want me to wear a condom?" 

"Uh-uh. Definitely not. I want to feel you cum inside me," Arlene replied. We french kissed again, as she stroked my cock, and I fingered her cunt. Within seconds I was stiff as a board. I sat up and knelt between Arlene's legs. I told Arlene that I hoped it didn't bother her, us screwing in the same bed I shared with Marsha. "Hell no, it doesn't bother me. Forget that bitch. Let's make love, baby," Arlene snarled. 

She guided the head of my dick inside her. She was so tight that I had to work it in gradually. When I finally hit bottom, Arlene threw her legs around my back and gripped tightly. I was amazed at how tight her pussy was, as well as how strong her legs were. I guess all those years of dancing had paid off for her. As we made love, I told Arlene that I now realized I had been hoping something like this would happen ever since I met her. 

She grinned and told me she had been trying to figure out a way to get me into bed for weeks. We made love as if we were custom made for each other. Arlene moves a lot as she makes love. I was not used to that, and found I really liked it. We must have screwed on every square inch of that bed. She is also very vocal, and I found I liked that too. We kept up a running conversation the whole time we were getting it on. Arlene asked me if I liked screwing her as well as I liked Marsha. I told her there was no comparison. "You're the best I've ever had, baby. After this, its gonna be tough for me to even get it up for Marsha, or anyone else." 

She clamped her legs tightly around my waist, wiggled her ass till I thought I was going to cum right there, laughed and then said, "Love that brown sugar, dontcha?" As the intensity of our lovemaking increased, Arlene got a bit looser. As I felt her open her hips up a bit wider, I tossed her legs over my shoulders, pinned her knees to her chest, and fucked her as hard, deep, and fast as I could. She has a sexual appetite unlike any woman I've ever been with. She loves to screw and is real good at it. 

"Like it doggy style, babe," I asked her? 

"Oh yeah," she said, as I pulled out, and she rolled over onto her hands and knees, grasping the foot of the bed, and hoisting her ass in the air. That was all the invitation I needed. I slipped inside her pussy from behind, grabbed her hips, and pulled her into me. As I banged away furiously, Arlene flexed her pussy, and tossed her ass from side to side. We were facing a floor to ceiling mirror and stared in fascination at our reflection as we went at it. Watching ourselves fuck seemed to increase our passion. 

A few minutes of that, and I slid out and rolled over onto my back, inviting Arlene to mount me. She straddled me, reached behind her back, guided the head of my dick inside her, then slid all the way down the shaft, wiggling her ass the whole way. She humped up and down as I sucked and chewed on her nipples. She slid her feet under my knees, I grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and we got down to some serious fucking. 

When I felt I was about to cum, I told Arlene so. She dismounted, rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide, and I skewered her there in the middle of the bed. As we both neared climax, the room was filled with mating sounds. I was panting, grunting, and groaning. Arlene was in full cry, moaning, crying, and squealing with delight. As I worked my dick in and out of her, it made a wet, squishy sound. I plunged so deep inside her, I felt myself hit bottom. I ground away as I came in huge spurts. It felt like I shot a load inside her that would have filled a tea cup. The feeling of pleasure and satisfaction was so intense, I almost passed out. 

About the same time, Arlene came. She arched her back, pumped her hips like a piston, squeezed her legs tightly around my back, screamed loud enough to wake the dead, clawed viciously at my back, and sunk her teeth into my shoulder, biting hard enough to almost draw blood. We lay back exhausted, and fell asleep in each other's arms. We awoke about 2AM and went out on the patio and made love on the chaise lounge, then went back to bed and slept till late morning. We woke up to find that the bedroom was total mess. The sheets were covered with cum spots, the bedclothes were strewn all over the place, and the room reeked of the stale smell of recent sex - sweat, cum, and pussy juice all mixed together.

After we had a bite to eat and cleaned the place up, we went to Arlene's condo, where we spent the remainder of the weekend. I don't think we ever saw the light of day the rest of that weekend. We were either, eating, sleeping, or screwing. Late Monday afternoon found us naked as jay birds, cuddled up on Arlene's couch watching a movie. About an hour before Marsha was due back, I stood up and started to get dressed. 

"Gotta get home before the wife arrives," I sighed. Arlene pushed me back on the couch, wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, and began to work out. As I got harder and harder, she worked her way down the shaft until my dick was completely buried in her throat. I have never had a blow job like that before or since. I came in a matter of minutes. As I fell back exhausted on the couch, I told Arlene, "I hope the wife isn't in the mood tonight. I couldn't get it up again if someone put a gun to my head." 

"Good. I don't want her getting anything I could have had," said Arlene.

Since that weekend, Arlene and I get together every chance we get. I manage to come home early a couple of times a week and we spend a couple of hours in bed at her place. One night, we both snuck out for an hour or so and made love in the spa. At one point, I was even considering leaving Marsha and moving in with Arlene, but we both agreed that the attraction is mainly physical, so we decided to keep things just the way they are. I know one thing though, I sure look at the world in a different way since my wild weekend with Arlene.

Brown Sugar



Copyright (c) 2002 Bernard Gallagher, all rights reserved

Published on Literotica.com at request of and by permission of author

Andy's job as a network technician for a major corporation based in central New Jersey occasionally sent him across the country. A recent thunderstorm in Atlanta knocked out two major servers in the company's regional headquarters. 

The airline gives discounts when passengers fly on weekends, and the company was feeling the crunch from the economic downturn, so Andy's morning flight from Newark touched down at Hartsfield Airport in Atlanta Saturday afternoon. He hailed a cab to the hotel and checked in. Since the company didn't want to pay for overtime, Andy had a day and a half to kill before reporting to the office Monday morning. 

He didn't eat on the short flight, so after dropping his luggage off in his room, he stopped in at the hotel restaurant for lunch. He couldn't help noticing that there was a large number of African Americans here in proportion to the whole population. And He must have stood out as a traveler, for a tall black woman sitting alone at an adjacent table kept catching his eye. Feeling awkward, he kept his gaze down and quickly ate his lunch.

After lunch, he noticed that the hotel had an indoor pool and hot tub. The pool was relatively empty, so he went up to his room to change. He always keeps trunks packed in his luggage for just such occasions. He went down to the pool and dove in to the comfortably warm water. He swam for a long while, relaxing and enjoying the water. 

About an hour later, he got out to sit for a while. Then something caught his eye. That same black woman from the restaurant was walking along the corridor on the opposite side of the plate glass windows the separated the pool from the corridor. 

She was smiling at him, so he smiled back at her. Then she continued walking down the corridor and around a corner to the elevators.

Seeing the hot tub empty, walked over to the alcove that separated the hot tub from the pool, giving it a little privacy, and settled in to enjoy the hot swirling water.

Andy had been relaxing in the hot tub for about a half-hour when he heard footsteps from behind approaching the hot tub. He looked up to see that black woman yet again. She was quite attractive in a black bikini. She smiled at him, and he nodded back and said, "Hello."

She answered, "Hello, I hope you don't mind if I join you." 

"Please. Come on in," he answered her. The hot tub was set off in an alcove set away from the pool. It was also smallish -- about the right size for three or four people -- perfect to make a new friend one-on-one. 

"Are you here alone? Vacation or business?" she asked.

"Business. I'm from Jersey. My company sent me down here for a few days to fix their computers. I'm Andy, a computer geek."

"I'm Sophia. I'm from Chicago doing market research in Atlanta this week."

"What sort of market research?"

"Interviewing doctors. Finding out what they think of a new drug this pharmaceutical company is putting out. They'll be using the doctors' feedback in their advertising, I suppose."

"How about you?" she asked. "Staying long?"

"Several computer servers were knocked out pretty bad during that storm last week. My manager says that it shouldn't take more than a day to fix. But the way I see it, I'll have to chase all over the place looking for replacement network cards, and then configuring them just to get the hardware working again. Then another couple of days to reset all the defaults and parameters on the server software and making sure it all works together exactly like it did before. So I see at least two or three days, but probably the whole week. My flight home is booked for next Sunday anyway; you know, to get the best deal for the company. So I'll be stuck here for the whole week, regardless."

"Oh, Atlanta isn't so bad a place to be stuck in."

"You've been here before, Sophia?"

"Yeah, I get sent down here a few times a year. I can show you around later if you'd like."

"Uh, yeah! That'd be great!" Andy had got hungry swimming over the past couple of hours since lunch and his stomach chose that moment to growl.

"Say, Sophia -- I'm getting a little hungry? Have you eaten yet?"

She smiled and answered, "Not since lunch."

"Then, uhm, care to join me for dinner?"

"Sure, why not? Just give me a half hour or so to get ready, okay?"

"Sure. Me too."

She stood and stepped out of the tub. Andy stood and was surprised when she held out her hand to help him out.

"Thanks," he said.

He grabbed his towel and room key, and she grabbed her towel and purse and they walked out of the pool area.

They took the elevator up and she got off on her floor, "I'll meet you in the lobby in about a half hour, Andy."

"Sure, see you then, Sophia."

As he continued up in the elevator, Andy could hardly believe that he had made a dinner date with a total stranger he met while on a business trip. He used to think that only happens in stories. But what can happen in less than a week? Besides, he reminded himself, she's black. Still, it was sure nice to make a new friend. 

Sophia was waiting in the lobby when Andy got there a half-hour later. She looked good in tight black jeans and a black tank top. Andy chose a more casual, and cooler, attire given the hot Atlanta climate -- khaki cotton trousers and a loose white jersey. Since she's black, this couldn't possibly count as a date, so he decided to go for comfort over style.

"Hi Sophia, what's the plan?"

"I know this great Mexican restaurant. But they also have a lot of regular stuff on the menu. I didn't know what you like in food, so I though that would work for both of us. Okay?"

Andy was impressed. He was a somewhat fussy eater, and no woman had ever been that considerate of him before when picking out a place to eat. "That sounds perfect, Sophia. How do we get there?"

"Follow me, Andy."

They left the hotel and walked down the block to the MARTA, Atlanta's subway train network. They rode the blue line to the Five Points station, transferred to the orange line, rode north past a couple of stations, and returned to the surface.

"Where are we?" Andy asked.

"We're not too far from Georgia Tech. The restaurant's a couple of blocks that way," she said pointing down one of several unfamiliar streets.

They came to Texas Joe's Mexican Restaurant. The building looked decrepit and was about to fall down. One wall seemed to be made out of a row of garage doors. But when they entered, Andy realized that it was obviously a façade meant to create a rustic décor. 

They were seated at a table in the corner. 

"So the food's good here, Sophia?"

"Oh yes! It's fantastic! What do you think you'll get?"

"Hmmm," Andy answered and picked up the menu. 

"I already know what I'm having," said Sophia.

"What?"

"The Shrimp Quesadilla."

Andy put down the menu and said, "I think I'll have the strip steak and baked potato."

"That sounds good, too."

The waitress came and took their order a few minutes later.

"So what's life like up in New Jersey? I guess your family is all there? " Sophia asked.

"Not really. My family is from upstate New York. But there's no tech jobs, just farms. So I had to move to Jersey."

"Same here. I moved into Chicago to get a better job. But I miss my friends. How about you?"

Andy would never admit this right away to a prospective girlfriend, but a new friend to confide in was different, "I'm pretty much a homebody, I guess. I never go out, like, on a Friday or Saturday night. Going out alone to nightclubs and getting rejected all the time is just too depressing, so I haven't done that in years. It's just too hard to meet people. Being in a congested region only seems to make it harder to meet people, rather than easier."

"I hear you!" 

"How about you?"

"Oh, I go out with some sisters sometimes, but I get the same feelings about clubbing as you. I just hate it any more."

"Well, I don't have any brothers or sisters, I'm an only child. I guess that made it harder for me too."

Sophia gave him a funny look for a moment, then laughed, "Well, I come from a large family. Four boys. I'm the only girl..."

Huh, didn't she just say...

"...so I had my share of pains growing up too."

Their food came then, and so they ate, making small talk the rest of the meal.

The waitress took their empty plates and handed Andy the check. He paused for a moment. Even though this obviously wasn't a date, he suddenly wasn't sure what to say to Sophia about the check.

Sophia smiled at him and asked, "Are you okay, Andy? If you're a little short, I don't mind splitting it. I understand we're away from home and everything."

"That's okay, Sophia." He smiled back at her and said, "I got it."

Andy added his payment and tip to the receipt and set it on the table. "There, we can go now." 

"Thanks for the dinner, Andy."

"Thanks for joining me, Sophia. It looks dark out, do you want to go back to the hotel?"

"Unless you want to do something else."

"Sure, do you have any ideas."

"We could do a movie. There's a Cinema 6 a block away back at the hotel."

"That sounds good. It's been a while since I saw a movie."

Andy followed Sophia down the street back toward the subway station.

As they walked Sophia suggested, "Andy, there's a club around the corner from here. Want to stop for a drink first? "

"Sure! "

Sophia led Andy to the club where the entered. The club wasn't too packed and there were a few empty tables. A DJ was in the corner playing Electric Slide as a handful of people shook their booty on the dance floor. Andy hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you want a drink, Sophia?"

"Sure, you can get me a beer, whatever."

Andy stepped up to the bar and asked for a couple of Guinness Stouts. Drinks in hand, he and Sophia sat at a table. 

"This is a nice place, Sophia."

"Yeah, this is one of my hangouts when I'm here on business. I like to just sit and watch the people dance. It would be nice to have someone to dance with for a change."

"Oh?" Andy hesitated, "Would you like to dance?"

"I'd thought you'd never ask!"

They got up and joined the Electric Slide in progress, and then danced through It's Raining Men. Then the DJ switched to a slow song, Wonderful Tonight. Andy started to leave the floor but Sophia asked, "What? Don't you like Eric Clapton?"

"Yeah, sure!" he answered.

Sophia wrapped her arms around him and started to press herself up against his body. Andy realized that he had a huge hard-on, and he just couldn't let Sophia feel it. The last thing he wanted was for her to rush out of the bar in disgust leaving him to ride back to the hotel alone.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "Don't you like brown sugar?"

Andy stammered, wondering what sugar had to do with dancing. In that moment of thought, Sophia had pressed herself up against him, squeezing his boner between their bodies.

"Ooh!" Sophia cooed, "You do like brown sugar!" 

Andy answered, "Oh, uhm, yeah!" Finally catching on, "I've never had brown sugar, but I think I could get to like it."

Realizing that they were just standing there on the dance floor, awkwardly looking at each other while couples danced around them, he glanced hat her thick black lips quivering barely an inch from his. Forgetting their differences, he closed his eyes and moved his head forward slightly. His lips touched hers. He felt a pressure probing his closed lips and spread them slightly admitting her tongue into his mouth. They remained there for countless seconds letting their tongues stroke each other's, and taking turns exploring each other's mouths with their tongues.

Andy was feeling a little self-conscious, standing there on the dance floor sucking face with Sophia. After they ended the kiss, Andy suggested, "Maybe we should get back to the hotel, Sophia."

"I think that's the best idea yet, Andy!" she answered.

So, holding hands, they left the bar and returned to the hotel by subway. 

Andy feared the awkward moment that was approaching. Yet, they walked, hand in hand, to the elevator. He pressed the button for his floor and she just waited holding his had without pressing hers. He led her down the hallway to his room and they entered.

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Andy kept the Do Not Disturb sign from that that steamy night as he and Sophia walked down the aisle. Andy gleamed with pride at how especially beautiful Sophia looked in her white puffy wedding gown walking next to him in his black tux. He also couldn't help but notice the striking contrast created by the sea of white faces on one side of the church against the sea of black faces on the other. And when they each gave their vows, and Andy and Sophia exchanged their first kiss as man and wife, Andy knew that his future happiness was guaranteed. 



Brown Sugar



For those of us from the tropics there is a special sweetness that comes from having brown sugar. In anything, it provides a natural sweetness that is not equaled by any other sugars. That maybe one reason why our inclination towards rum is so easy. In my case I equate the natural brown sugar to this girl I met at university. Of all the women I have been with, and I have had a full swing, there was something special in this case that remains fresh in my mind so many years later.

It is interesting how it all unfolded. There was no plan, just basic attraction and an initial sexual experience that was breathtaking and mind blowing. We were enrolled in a course at university, which, looking back meant very little to either on of us. I could not help but notice her. She was medium built, had great legs and made sure they were seen by everyone at all times. Flaunted assets was never an issue that affected me therefore the fact that she was inclined to show off her body did very little to grab my attention. It might have been the fact that I was in a serious relationship at the time, had to work after school and also had my fair share of admirers to deal with. She never grabbed my eye, although I did see her. In fact, on one occasion, a project gave me cause to visit her in her apartment, which was an uneventful occasion that we could both barely remember after a few weeks. The effect of her presence ended soon after, not that I would have noticed. When our course ended; we went our different ways.

My quest for knowledge and professional qualification led me to doing another course. She was there. We greeted each other and started chatting with all the others going after the same academic medals. It was nice to be there with a few people that, at least, I was familiar with. The programme was set to be challenging based on the course outline; teamwork was going to be major feature in the assignments. The group I found myself in was just great, the ideal environment for learning. There was a mix of intelligent, ambitious guys and girls, the perfect setting for the types of discussion that generate ideas and good grades. We, the guys, as instinctive as it came, found time to discuss the girls in the class, our preferences and the developments that were becoming more obvious every week. I was getting aligned to a really cool girl, who although she had a guy, was more than interested in me. Eventually, I obliged and my weekends were a combination of deep academic activity as well as physically pleasurable activities. We both knew it would not have lasted for long but sought to enjoy it while it lasted. While there was a little remorse when we finally got to where we called it a day, there was a little sadness to see it end. Another experience for the records.

After fifteen months, numerous assignments, countless hours in team meetings, we were nearing the end. Our last semester started and so did a most memorable era of my life. As was the norm in the previous semesters, we were again place in groups to do another barrage of assignments. Interesting, the course was one that I was really looking forward to, although I was really tired of having to be stuck in a group. I do consider myself flexible, adaptable and a great team player but like with food, or anything that has to be done repeatedly, there comes a time when one wants change and a new approach. Going solo would have been my preferred mode for the last semester. No luck. I was in a group with all women. My luck. While they were all nice persons and easy to get on with, there was the inevitable challenge that would befall any male in this situation. Having to spend endless hours either together or on the phone led to a bonding, which remains, till today.

It started on one of the long team meetings that went way into the night. On one of the breaks that we took I began to express to Nancy that I thought Karlene was really sexy with the most desirable legs. Nancy seized the opportunity to tell me that she was single, contrary to what we all thought and more importantly that she was keen to get laid, having been on a sex break for almost a year. I could not believe my ears, or luck, but not wanting to seem to eager I waited to hear more. The full scoop on her recent relationships and lack of sexual activity filled the next thirty minutes. Nancy was keen that I should get quickly at it. I did. 

After our group session I offered her a ride home. It was a drive of nearly forty kilometers, enough time to break the "I want to fuck you" ice and get started. Our exchanges were deep; strangely not a word was mentioned about anything sexual. On my way back home I felt a little silly. This was not I. I could not understand how having gotten a golden chance to get it on with Karlene that I was stalling. As the weeks went by however, we got to talk more and the subject would always stray away from academics to all kinds of other subjects. Finally, we agreed to hang out after one of our group sessions. The others girls were now aware that there was some chemistry between us; it was left for us to consummate it. Our date was to see a movie at the drive-in. When I went to pick her up I was stunned. She was in a white shorts with red tube hugging her neat breasts but struggling to keep her nosy nipples in check. Her skin was flawless and her legs were shapely, shaven and silky. There was clear evidence that she was excited about the possibilities and her general demeanor all evening spoke loudly.

Movies are a major thing for me but today I could not concentrate. Karlene wore a most enticing fragrance and her nipples were making it challenging for me. We engaged in animated chatter with laughter coming freely for both of us. The ease with which we conversed and linked was fascinating. I never imagined that it would have been that easy. Finally, I teed-up and went for the action. I reached over and touched her breasts. "You have very sexy breasts," I said as I pinched on her nipple. She shuddered as it in the midst of a deep earthquake. There was no need for a response, the reaction was enough. Her frivolity was transformed into a lusty, tempting smile followed by a most astounding pronouncement. "I you want to fuck me, that's fine with me. We need not play head games," she declared. There was a moment of silence. It was not what I expected but it was what I wanted to hear. Even with the clear offer to consume, I wanted to enjoy more. We stayed, petted like teenagers and finally I took her home. As we drove to her friend's apartment, I developed the perfect script for the rest of the evening. It was not to be. When I got to her apartment, her friend was there waiting for her and there was little option but to postpone the inevitable. As we kissed goodnight I was tempted to offer to pick her up after her friend had left. I opted not to; instead I went home, relaxed, watched TV and smiled at what was developing.

It had to happen and we were both agreed on that point. When and where were the variables that we allowed to remain elusive. The course got to crunch time with assignments due and loads of studying to do. Our final assignment was due in about two days, which resulted in our most intense sessions for the entire course. In addition there was the preparation for final exams. It was tense. On the final afternoon, final exam done, assignments tendered, we all went to have a drink at a local bar. It was all for fun and a reward for all the hard work that we had put in for a year and a half. The drinks flowed as fast as the jokes, which was just what we all wanted. There was a sense of relief, achievement and transition. We knew we would be passing into a new phase of our lives, even if Karlene and I never looked at it like that. After more drinks than was advisable, I offered to take her home. Our laughter continued all the way to her place and having parked at her gate for a while just chatting she invited me to come inside, citing that it was getting chilly. Her room was clean, fresh and orderly. I had been there for just a moment before but now I got to take a complete view.

She went into her bathroom, leaving the door open and shouted that I should make myself comfortable as she was having a quick shower. I noticed some CDs, which prompted me to insert Kenny G's Silhouette. Soon she was behind me as I sat scrolling through a magazine. Her fruit flavored body wash dominated her entrance, which became even more tantalizing as she applied lotion to her smooth skin with a flavored body lotion. She applied the lotion in the most graceful, sexy way that I had ever seen. For the first time, I saw all the way up her naked body as the towel wrapped around her gave way to allow the complete motion from her foot to the top of her thighs. I got a quick glimpse of a well shaven crotch neatly nestled between the most beautiful legs I had ever seen. After putting on black mini skirt and white tank top, Karlene finally sat down on her bed giving me a peep at her pussy. I was tempted to touch. I did.

The passion was natural. We kissed in unison as if we had practiced before. There was no need for words as we were both horny, a little drunk and ready to be fucked. It was nice and slow however, without lacking intensity. I worked my way down to her sensitive nipples; they were more than receptive and soon she was bucking her hips. She still had her skirt on which was evidence of the conservative person that she was deep inside. Strange. We were not full undressed as I was still had my pants on. My cock was extremely had and as I climbed on the bed beside her I took her hand and allowed her a full stroke. She gasped and smiled with desire. I took my pants off, climbed into the bed and took my finger all the way to her pussy. The heat was expressive, the juices were inviting and the pulsing sensation was more explicit than I had ever seen. I slowly rolled her skirt towards her waist, got on top of her and slowly slid my cock inside her. I cannot remember a more sexually satisfying moment than the feel of the juices, muscles and heat of Karlene's pussy on my cock.

As I pushed my cock deep inside her I could feel the deep connection of our bodies being complemented by a mutual satisfaction in our minds. She moaned with pleasure as my motions became faster. My cock was at one with the sweetest pussy it had ever met and the effects on my mind were beyond words. I uttered strange noises as I sunk deeper into her love hole and with each retraction, almost as if I were getting a fresh breath, there was the desire to go deeper to get more. We fucked slowly and deeply for a while, gradually building the tempo till finally I filled her with a thick load of cum. There was a refreshing feeling of completeness that overcame me, that even when she rolled over to kiss me, there was still this fixed expression that was not accompanied by words. "Are you staying the night?" she finally asked. It was not my intention to stay as some of the other guys were waiting on me to take them home. "I wish I could but ...," I uttered before she put a finger to my mouth. "No problem, this was wonderful and it is fine for you to go. I understand." she said with her warm, understanding voice.

As I drove back to the bar, I was in another realm. I had experienced the ultimate point of my sexual life and nothing could affect me. As with the consumption of real brown sugar, the sex with Karlene was real, sweet and natural. It went down and was felt at every point in the process. It was not the same as the others, as with having the real rum, there was no way it could be mistaken. Our relationship grew, our sex life blossomed and finally we agreed to spend the rest of our lives together. While there were other things that eventually led us to make that pronouncement, the impact of that first day when my cock was introduced to the brown sugar in that pussy, was a major milestone.



Brown Sugar



He had walked the block hundreds of times, winding past the assortment of winos, drug dealers and hookers, without any incident in the past. He practically knew everyone by their names, not their real names mind you, by their street names.

He didn't have to walk, he could afford a cab or if he wanted to save money he could catch the bus, but whenever the weather wasn't too bad, he walked. By walking he got some exercise, but he also got a close up look at the city. Granted this close up look wasn't the prettiest, but he still got a look.

After a few weeks the girls all pretty much knew his name, so while he walked he was tiraded with, "Hey Billy, you want some of this?" or "Come on Billy, let me see your Willie." Billy politely smiled and laughed along with most of them, never encouraging them, but not really discouraging them either.

Billy knew to keep a distance from the winos, avoiding their panhandling and the possibility of getting conked with a bottle. He also avoided the drug dealers, afraid that if he paused to talk or even show any recognition, the police might finger him as a person of interest. Billy wasn't hiding from the police, but he did want to avoid any interaction with them.

In the months since he moved there, he kept himself free of any entanglements and aside from a few brief conversations with several of the hookers, he remained alone. His day was marked by a walk to work, the hours he spent at work and a walk home. On rare occasions he went out to eat, otherwise, he just stayed in. Trips to the grocery store and Laundromat were accomplished on short weekend trips.

He enjoyed his life as it was and kept out of trouble until walking home from work, Thaline, an intimidating, dark black woman, dressed in hotpants, a halter-top and tall high heeled shoes called out to him. Initially, he just waved, surprised a bit at her hairstyle. She wanted to draw an older, more influential clientele, so she wore an afro in the style of the late sixties or early seventies.

She called to him again, like many of the other girls did, but this time she said something that peaked his interest and he paused, contemplating what is was that she said. Instead of settling for a casual, "Hi," and then walked on, he paused and asked her, "What was that you said?"

"You need to listen, Billy. I axed you, 'How'd you like a little bit of this brown sugar, honey?'"

He stood and stared at her, hearing the lyrics of the Rolling Stones' song echo through his head, "Ah brown sugar, how come you taste so good..." Thaline was no young girl, but the thought of that brown sugar was now seared onto Billy's brain.

"How much Thaline," he asked.

"Depends upon what you want, baby."

"Just a dab of brown sugar is all."

"Ah, straight is just twenty-five, you want any kink and it will cost you fifty."

"No straight is good enough, here..."

"Whoa, whoa there babe, put that money back in your pocket. Look, I got a room here, you got to pay for that too."

"How much is that?"

"Ten bucks for thirty minutes, twenty for an hour," she replied.

"I guess just thirty minutes then."

"Oh, you in a hurry baby?"

"It's been a while," he answered.

She led him into the hotel and pointed to the desk. "You ax for room five, that's my room, it's real clean."

Billy went to the desk and paid the attendant. Walking back to her he said, "The clerk says you have the key."

"That's right, come on," she said, heading up the stairs.

The stairs creaked as they climbed and Billy noticed that the handrails were very loose. The second floor was uneven and stained; he noticed avoiding what looked like a blood stain. Thaline walked up to her door, unlocked it and stepped inside. Billy followed her, silently watching as she locked the door behind him.

"Do I pay you now?"

"Yes baby, you can pay me now."

"Then what?"

"Well, you got to put this on," she said holding up a foil packet. Seeing his confusion she continued, "With a condom it's twenty-five, without a condom it's fifty."

Figuring he'd better be safe, he took the condom, put it on the side table as he undressed, tore open the packet and rolled it over his cock. Then he looked up at Thaline, afraid to move.

"Well baby, all this is yours," she said, untying her halter top, freeing her beautiful ebony breasts. He reached his hand out to them, amazed at how his white skin stood out against her dark, dark skin. He gently squeezed them, not sure what else to do. She pushed him back a bit and then slipped out of her shoes and shorts.

Completely enthralled at her black, black body he moved to her, wrapping his arms around her. Looking into the mirror he gasped at the appearance of his white skin against hers, he almost glowed like an incandescent light against her deep shadow. He moved to kiss her, but she stopped him.

"Baby, sorry no kissing, not on the lips I mean."

He kissed her neck and then descended to her breasts. Grabbing them with both hands, he ran his tongue and lips over them, stopping and sucking each nipple. He closed his eyes and moved his face against her, feeling her hard nipples slide over his face. He glanced and looked in the mirror as he took her shadowy nipples into his mouth.

Thaline reached down and began running here hands over his cock, wanting to get the action moving, gently pulling it toward her as she back up to the bed. Seeing his fascination with their image in the mirror, she whispered, "Come up here like this. See, you can see us in the mirror."

He followed her, but as he was about to slip his cock into her, he stopped and said, "Let me do it without the condom."

"Okay baby, but it will cost you more."

"Do you need it now?"

"I'll trust you baby," she said, pulling the condom off him. "Now you'll really know what brown sugar is like."

Billy looked down as her black fingers guided his pale, white cock into her. The sight of him disappearing into her inky, wet folds ignited him and he quickly began thrusting, feeling the warm feel of her. Looking to the mirror the incredible contrast between them hypnotized him and in mere moments he felt a wave surge over him.

Instead of pushing deep inside her, he quickly pulled his cock out, spraying his white, white cum all over her stomach in wet, hot spurts. Holding himself above her, he stared at the glistening white as it pooled and then ran down her side.

Thaline whispered, "Oh yes baby, you love this brown sugar don't you."

Speechless, he could only nod as his cock softened and leaned onto her wet pussy. Still amazed at the difference in their skin, he climbed off of her and reached for his wallet. He handed her the additional twenty-five dollars and then got dressed. She dressed and then they both walked back down the stairs, arm in arm.

Stepping into the street he looked into her dark brown eyes and whispered, "Thank you."

"You like that brown sugar don't you?"

Billy just nodded, repeating the old Rolling Stones' song in his head, "Ah, brown sugar, how come you taste so good." He longed for another taste.



Brown Sugar



Julie was 21-years-old when we met in the mid-70s. She was a petite and beautiful Native American with light brown skin. Her 5'5", 110 pound body was topped off with silky dark brown hair that nearly reached her narrow waist. Her breasts were small but very firm. They needed no support from a bra. Without a bra, her nipples made a definite impression on her blouse, and me.

It was a hot Saturday afternoon when I met Julie and her 25-year-old husband, Mike, We were attending a CB (Citizen Band Radio) get together in central Arizona. Those gatherings were known as CB Breaks. They were meant to allow CBers from a large geographical area to get to know one another and see the latest radio gear. The larger Breaks had numerous radio equipment venders. Some of the larger clubs would set up displays to attract new members.

Mike and Julie were attending their first Break. They had gotten an inexpensive radio a few weeks earlier and were just beginning to meet other CBers. They had joined some old friends of mine, so, I joined them, too. We were soon joined by other friends. We had become a fairly large group as we strolled the display areas. 

As evening approached, we were all hot, tired, and hungry. The group agreed to meet at a local diner before heading home. I noticed Mike and Julie were lagging behind and acting uncomfortable. 

As we walked to our cars, I pulled them off to the side and asked what was bothering them. They were reluctant to say anything at first. It was Julie who finally admitted they couldn't afford to go to dinner. Mike was the only one working, and his job as a convenience store night clerk only paid a little over minimum wage.

It hadn't been that long since I had worked at the minimum wage jobs myself. I was by no means rich, but I did have a decent job, a late model car, my own place to live, and a few dollars to spend. I could afford the cost of their dinner. 

Mike and Julie seemed like a very friendly couple, especially Julie. Having been nearly broke myself, I insisted they join their new group of friends for diner, as my guest. 

Mike was a little reluctant, but Julie convinced him to accept. 

At that point in time, nothing, other than being friendly to some new friends, had crossed my mind. We had a great time at dinner. So, I suggested we do dinner again soon. We exchanged numbers and parted with hand-shakes all around.

The following Friday night, a date canceled on short notice due to illness. On the spur of the moment, I called Mike and Julie. Julie answered. I asked if they would like to go our for dinner and a drink, on me. She quickly accepted, and I told her I'd be at their place in about an hour. 

I had barely pulled to a stop in the drive of their apartment, when Julie came bounding out. She practically jumped into my front seat. She was dressed in a short black skirt that hugged her hips and a silky, pale pink, V-necked, blouse that showed off her pert breasts. Again, she wore no bra. The rubbing of her blouse had her nipples beginning to harden. Pantyhose and low heels finished her attire. Her perfume was intoxicating. She looked and smelled delicious. What a knockout!

"Where's Mike?" I asked.

"Working!" she replied. 

"Do we need to pick him up?"

"No! He doesn't get off until 5:00 AM." A broad grin spread across her face as she spoke. "So, where are we going?" she asked. 

I told her I thought we might grab a burger and go to a nightclub I knew about. The nightclub had a great, all girl, country band. 

She said, "Good. I like country music."

As we pulled out of her drive, she slid across the seat to sit close and kissed my cheek. 

Since I had never dated a married woman, her kiss startled me, but not for long. My arm soon found its way around her shoulders, and I began rubbing her arm. I had decided that I would let her make all the initial moves since she was the one who was married. 

By the time we had reached the burger joint, Julie had turned slightly to her right, leaned her head on my shoulder, and pulled my hand to her right tit. I gently rubbed her tit through the thin material of her blouse. Her tits was about the size of a ripe oranges. That made for a nice, firm, hand full. Her nipples were soon very hard. They were sticking out from her tits like little pencil erasers and seemed to be punching holes in her blouse. 

During dinner, without prompting from me, Julie began telling me intimate details of her life with Mike. She told me Mike had been her first and only lover, and they had not been getting along for some time. She said he hadn't touched her in over two months. He had told her he was too tired from working to make love to her. She suspected he had a girlfriend. 

I decided Mike must have been some kind of idiot to ignore a gorgeous creature like Julie. I told her what I thought, and her smile broadened. She seemed to come to life. I saw a sparkle in her eyes I hadn't noticed before. 

We got to the nightclub just as the band was beginning to play. I ordered my typical CC and Coke, and she ordered a Sloe Gin Fizz. 

Julie really liked to dance. During the slow numbers, she cuddled closely to me. She firmly ground her crotch into mine. The message was unmistakable. She wanted to be made love to. 

Julie soon had my cock standing tall and straining to be free. She groaned and seemed to melt as I grabbed both ass cheeks, squeezed hard, and crushed my hard-on into her pelvis. It was getting more and more difficult to remember she was a married woman. 

When she had consumed half of her second drink, I found myself practically dragging her around the dance floor. Only then did she tell me she didn't drink. I told her we needed to get her home. She only smiled. 

With Julie nearly passed out in my lap, the ride home wasn't nearly as much fun as it had earlier promised to be. 

In order to get Julie into her apartment, I had to prop her against the wall, hold her there with my shoulder between her tits, an arm around her waist, and fish her keys from her purse with my free hand. As we got in her door, her legs decided they had gone as far as they were going to go. She collapsed. I carried her to her bed, undressed her, covered her, and gave her a soft goodnight kiss. As I exited her bedroom, she asked, "Aren't you going to stay?"

I told her, "I'd love to, but you are in no condition to make such a decision. I"ll call you in a few days." I then quietly left, locking the door behind me. 

Monday evening, Julie called me. She apologized for not telling me she didn't drink, and said she didn't remember too much of the ride home. She said, "Please forgive me. Can we go out again, soon?"

I agreed. Only this time there would be no drinking. The following Saturday evening, I picked Julie up at about 7:00 PM. She was wearing another short skirt and snug V-neck blouse. This time there were no pantyhose, only ankle socks and tennis shoes. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail. What a sight! I felt a twitch in my cock almost immediately. 

We had a nice dinner at a local steakhouse, caught a movie, and ended at my home for popcorn and TV. The popcorn never got made, and the TV never got turned on. As soon as we entered my door, she kicked off her shoes and socks and began removing her blouse. This little gal was hot and wanted to get screwed, now! She said, "I really sorry for last week. Let me make up for it."

I asked if she had ever done a striptease to music. She said, "No, but I've seen it done in the movies."

"Would you like to try?" I asked.

"That sounds like fun." 

While I put on some music, Julie fastened her blouse. 

When the music started, she told me to sit on the couch and not touch her until she said it was OK. She began swaying to the music and slowly unbuttoned her blouse again. Julie was a natural stripper. As her blouse fell away, she squeezed her tits together and pinched and pulled her dark brown nipples. Julie's nipples were almost as hard as my cock. 

The short skirt was the next to go. She thrust out her chest as she reached behind her waist to release the skirt's button and zipper. She was then swaying in front of me in nothing but the smallest of silky pink bikini panties. The pink panties wonderfully accented her beautiful light brown skin. The crotch of her panties was already soaked with her juices. A few brief strokes to her pussy with her flattened hand, and the panties were quickly cast aside. 

Julie was absolutely beautiful. Her pussy was covered with very fine silky hair. It was almost like she was hairless. 

She had tested my patience by not letting me touch her until she was completely naked. I had nearly gone nuts wanting to reach out and grab her. She slowly turned completely around, came to stand about two feet in front of me, and said, "I'm yours! Do what ever you want with me."

It was my turn to drive her crazy. From my seated position, I reached out and softly held her by her slender hips. Her whole body was so soft and smooth, it was a pleasure to touch her anywhere. Pulling her to me, I gently planted a kiss on her pussy. She spread her legs, held the back of my head, and pulled my mouth to her pussy. A single stab of my tongue across her clit and splitting her pussy lips brought a sharp gasp from Julie. She breathlessly said, "Mike never kisses me there." 

I told her, "Baby, you're in for the best night of you life, if you'll let me do what I want to do to you."

"Do anything you want!" she gasped.

With that, I scooped her into my arms, and carried her slowly to my bedroom. I kissed and licked her neck and ears as we went. I gently laid her on my king-sized bed. I undressed and joined her on the bed.

I began by gently kissing her mouth and stroking her tits. Her nipples, already erect, became even harder. I moved down to suck her tits. As Julie began to make soft moans, I started lightly nipping and pinching her nipples. As her moans became more pronounced, I pinched and pulled her nipples harder and rolled them between my thumb and fingers. She responded by raising her chest toward my hands. 

As I lie next to her, sucking her left tit, my left hand stroked her flat belly on its way to her pussy. Another sharp gasp came from Julie as I stroked up and down her hot wet slit. Just as I came in contact wit her clit for the first time, she had an orgasm. Julie seemed to be a quiet cumer. She stiffened, pulled her legs together, thrust her pussy up to my hand, and hugged me tightly as a long moan came from deep within her. 

As she relaxed a minute, I told her it was OK to let her feelings out and make noise if she felt like.

My left hand was still at her pussy and resumed stroking up and down. Soon, I let a finger, then two, slide inside her hole. She was very tight. Maybe she had been ignored too much lately. As my fingers worked their way into her tight hole, my thumb found her clit and began massaging it. Julie started tensing again, and I rubbed her clit a little harder. Her second climax hit much harder than the first. She began bucking like a rodeo horse, and cried out for more. 

I again let her relax for a minute. She said she had never cum twice in one night and never so hard. A large smile spread across her face when I told her, "Honey, the night has only just begun." 

I then kissed my way down her flat belly and began kissing and licking her soaking pussy. I cupped both ass cheeks and lifted her to give me a better angle for my tongue to penetrate her pussy. My tongue worked in and out of her until her third orgasm began to build. When I moved to her clit and treated it to kisses and sucking, my fingers reentered her pussy. 

She was going crazy with lust. Just as Julie was about to cum for the third time, I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and sucked her clit, hard. She began bucking wildly again. It was difficult keeping my mouth on her swollen clit. 

As Julie almost violently thrust her hips into the air, I found her virgin asshole and inserted a finger to the first knuckle. 

Julie was screaming, "Oh shit, fuck, eat me, more, more!" 

A second knuckle entered her ass. 

As Julie continued wildly thrusting her pussy up to my mouth, I shoved the whole finger into her ass. I didn't use more fingers because I didn't want to hurt her. Besides, I had other plans for that beautiful ass. 

As she came down, Julie breathlessly said, "I need to rest just a bit." 

We cuddled and talked while she calmed down. She admitted she liked my finger up her ass, but wanted me to be careful. She told me Mike had never eaten her, nor had he ever touched her asshole. All he ever did was finger her until she was wet, climb on , hump until he came, and roll off. She seldom had a orgasm. 

I moved up beside her and held her tightly. She soon began stroking my rock hard cock. At six and a half inches, I'm not the biggest dick in the gym, but Julie said I was a little bigger than Mike. She was amazed she had cum three times, and I hadn't even put it in her yet. 

As Julie continued to stroke me, I started feeling that familiar stirring in my balls. I told her she needed to stop, or I'd cum in her hand. 

I reached for her pussy, but she said she still needed a little time. 

"Have you ever given head?" I asked. 

This beautiful, 21-year-old, married, woman said, "No, but I'll try. Tell me what to do."

I had her slide down my belly so she was laying with her lips nearly touching the swollen head of my cock. I very gently pushed her head down and told her to kiss and lick the top of my cock. She did. She licked up the drop of precum that had appeared there and softly kissed my cock's head. I told her to open her mouth and take a little of it in and suck. Without hesitation she took about two inches of me into her mouth and started sucking. Julie was the perfect student. She did everything I told her without hesitation or question. As I continued to instruct her, she began bobbing up and down on my raging hard-on. She was licking the shaft and head with every up-stroke, and was soon hitting the entrance to her throat on the down-stroke. 

I had her reposition so she was laying on top of me in the classic 69 position. With my dick in her mouth and her pussy at my face, I resumed eating her still tight pussy.

When I warned her I was about to cum, she didn't say a word. She just took me in as far as she cold and sucked harder. She was holding my dick at the entrance to her throat. 

I was too busy eating her sweet pussy to give any more warnings. 

As my first surg of cum blasted into her mouth, she jerked up about an inch, but went right back down and sucked even harder. She held right there for the second spurt. 

In my lust, I told her, "Take it down your throat baby." 

She gamely tried, but just couldn't do it without gagging. She held me deep in her mouth until she had gotten every bit of my cum. She swallowed every drop. 

I had continued eating her pussy, and with my tongue as deep in her as I could get it, she quickly had her fourth orgasm. This one was a little quieter that the last one. She merely ground her pussy into my face and grunted with each thrust of my tongue. Of course, it is difficult to scream when there's a cock in deep your mouth.

It was my turn to need rest. 

After a bit of rest, I again began petting Julie's pussy. She soon spread her legs wide. I crawled between them and resumed eating her. (I just love eating pussy.) My licks became longer and lower. I pushed her legs up to where her knees were next to her tits. She grabbed her knees and held them there. 

While eating her pussy, I lubricated a finger with her pussy juices. As she built toward another orgasm, I slipped a finger all the way into her pussy. Without warning, I removed my finger and moved my tongue from her pussy to her virgin asshole. A couple of licks and I drove my tongue into her asshole. Julie was near cuming again.

Julie's asshole was too tight to fuck with just her own juices. I'm was glad I kept a tube of lubricant next to my bed. I don't think Julie noticed when I reached for the lube. A generous glob of lube was put in and around Julie's tight asshole. I carefully massaged her sphincter to help it relax. All the while, I was eating her pussy. By that time, she was thrashing around and bucking up and down as she rapidly approached her next orgasm.

I then lowered her legs a bit and lined up to invade her pussy with my cock. One long slow thrust buried my shaft deep in her tight hole. I held there for a bit enjoying a very tight pussy. As I began stroking in and out, Julie began humping back. Soon, she brought her legs down and wrapped them around my waist. She was cuming again. I held tight into her depths as she thrashed beneath me. I was trying to not cum.

As her orgasm subsided, I resumed stroking her pussy. Damn she was still tight. I pulled her legs back up and stuck a finger back into her asshole. Julie's eyes were somewhat glazed and nearly closed. A wide smile covered her face. 

Slowly I pulled out of her pussy and aimed my cock at her asshole. Thanks to the lube and her own juices, it took just a little pressure and the swollen head of my cock popped into her virgin asshole. Julie's eyes sprung wide open. She tensed with my cock's initial entry into her asshole, but she soon relaxed as I held still.

"You all right?" I asked.

She said, "Yes! Go on. Don't stop!"

With that, I ever so slowly sank my dick into her no longer virgin asshole. A couple of quivers and a grimace or two were the only adverse reactions Julie had to the invasion of her ass. 

When I was fully in her poop-shoot, I held still until she relaxed a little. The stroking began slowly at first. As I sped up, Julie was enjoying the new sensations more and more. She was grunting and moaning with each drive into her ass. She pulled her legs up even further. That let me get even deeper into her ass. 

She released her knees, grabbed her ass cheeks, spread them wide, and yelled, "Yes! Fuck me harder! Fuck my ass! Oh God! I'm cuming again!"

As Julie came, so did I. It felt like I gave her the biggest load of cum I'd ever produced. I seemed to cum and cum. 

When we settled down, I pulled out of her ass and gave her a few more strokes in her pussy. She laid there holding her legs up and panting. Slowly, she lowered her legs and wrapped her arms around me. 

As I pulled out, I noticed her asshole was still slightly open with a single drop of cum dribbling out. 

After resting, talking, and cuddling a while, we shared a shower and dressed. Julie told me she didn't know it was possible to cum so hard, so many times, in so many ways. 

I told her having the right partner makes it easy. 

I got Julie home about an hour before Mike was due. I never saw Julie, or Mike, again. When I called a couple of weeks later, their phone had been disconnected. Mike had quit his job a week earlier, and no one knew where they had gone. I wondered how long it was before Julie insisted someone eat her pussy or fuck her in the ass again. I wish her the best.

To Mike, and all the other men who ignore their wives: If you don't take care of them, someone else will. It doesn't matter if they're young and gorgeous like Julie, or an average, middle-aged, wife. She is appealing to someone. Maybe me!



Brown Sugar



Brown Sugar is one of a series of stories that I have written concerning the sexual awakening of an attractive, happily married housewife. They go in the following order Miss Betty, Campaign Worker, The Lady in Black, The Lady in Black---Encore, Pigtails and Brown Sugar. If you enjoy this story please read the rest and please don't forget to vote.

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About two weeks after my erotic afternoon with Anita my neighbor Sarah Johnson asked me to go on an afternoon outing to New Orleans with her and a friend. It is about a two-hour drive to get there. I agreed to accompany her and after my morning workout I joined her and another of her friends, Gwen Stephens, next door at Sarah's house. Sarah is about five years older than I and is very attractive although she does carry a few extra pounds.

I was acquainted with Gwen but did not know her well. She was tall and thin with a pretty face and was about the same age as Sarah. They had gone to college together and had remained friends over the years.

Every time I talk to Sarah I can't help but think about that wonderful sexual afternoon that I shared with her daughter Angie and her boy friend. Like any proud mother She keeps me posted on Angie's athletic and academic accomplishments. I wonder if sweet, little Angie has been double teamed yet by any of the boys on the gymnastic team. 

During the drive to New Orleans I listen to Sarah and Gwen talk about how dissatisfied they are with marriage. I tell them that I like being married and that I still love my husband.

"You have the perfect marriage." Sarah says. "David is never home and you can do pretty much what you want to do. Ours are home almost every day. It makes for a dull existence."

"I guess that you are right cause I love my situation." I replied and added. "Life could not be any better for me."

I could certainly spice up both of their lives. They are both attractive women and I would enjoy making it with either of them but they do not meet my criteria for possible sexual conquests. They live too close to home.

Upon reaching New Orleans we drove to the French Quarter, which went virtually unscathed by the hurricane, and parked. We walked around for a while and stopped at a couple of the bars and enjoyed a few drinks. We passed a little shoe store and I thought about going in and buying a pair of shoes that I saw in the window but we continued on.

As it neared five o'clock Sarah suggested that we visit a few shop's on the River Walk. I thought about it for a few seconds and said. "Ya'll go on to the shop. I am going back to that little shoe store. I'll meet ya'll at the food court in a little while."

"O.K. we'll meet you there." Sarah replied.

I walked back to the store and entered. It was a small place with the usual boxes of shoes lined up on shelves against the walls. There was a single row of seats for customers down the center of the room. Each seat had its own set of armrests.

There were three people in the room. One was a tall elegant looking black girl with a very pretty face. Her skin was the color of caramel. The other two women were both white. One was obviously a clerk and the other a customer who had selected a pair of shoes and was about to check out.

"Can I help you Maam?' asked the brown beauty.

"You most certainly can. I would like to look at that pair of brown pumps that are on display in the window." I answered.

"Have a seat and I'll be right back." She said.

I sat down in one of the customer seats and the other clerk who must have been the owner walked over to me and said. "I'm Myra Franklin and I hope you enjoy shopping in my store. Mena will take good care of you."

Mena returned with several pair's of shoes around my size and sat down on one of those little stools that shoe clerk's use. "Please remove your shoes and place your foot here." She smiled and then asked. "Is this the shoe?"

"Yes it is." I replied. She had an incredibly pretty face with bright green eyes. Her smile revealed beautiful sparkling white teeth and her lips were full on both top and bottom. It was a delicious mouth.

I already knew my shoe size but I wanted her to touch my feet. She took my foot in her hands and placed it in the measuring device. Thrilled by her touch I opened my legs a little. I wanted her to be able to look up my skirt.

I was dressed in a knee length, black skirt with a loose fitting, white, cotton blouse covered by a black jacket. Under the blouse was a padded, black bra. I wore no stockings and Emily's sheer black panties.

Myra had finished checking out her customer and said. "Mena, its five o'clock and I have to go pick up Bobby. I'll lock the door. Take your time and leave when you are finished."

Being the sexual predator that I have become I immediately decided to seize the opportunity. I was going to make an offer to pretty Mena that she would find difficult to refuse.

"Are you a college student?" I asked.

"Yes Maam. I'm twenty one and I am a second semester junior at UNO." She volunteered.

"I bet its tough making ends meet." I stated.

"Well I'm on a TOPPS grant and I work here part time but I bought a car a while back. Now the car owns me. Insurance, gasoline, car payments. In fact, I don't know where I am going to get the money for this months note." Mena explained.

"Maybe I can help you." I suggested.

"And how are you going to do that?' She asked as she slipped my feet into the shoes.

I opened my legs wider and countered. "How much is the note?"

She looked between my legs and answered. "Its two twenty five."

"I'll give you the money for the payment and I'll buy two pair of shoes.... but you have to do something for me." I offered as I spread my legs even more.

Mena kept her eyes riveted between my legs, hesitated a moment and licked her full bottom lip before asking. "And what would that be?"

"I want to eat your pussy." I stated.

She looked up, with a furrowed brow, and asked. "Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious. I want to eat your pussy, right here, right now." I answered.

Mena did not appear flustered when she replied. "I've never done anything sexual with a woman before."

"But you've thought about it, haven't you?" I queried.

"I think all women think about it. I have always wanted to experience it. I just didn't know how to make it happen." She answered as she stood up.

Mena was dressed in a charcoal gray ensemble. She was wearing a gray skirt, gray jacket and white blouse. Mena was tall. She was probably as tall as me and had a fantastic ass.

Looking me straight in the eye she said. "I have made sexual deals before to save my black ass. I have been a straight A student all of my life. During the second semester of my sophomore year I made a B as a final grade in one of my courses. I was very concerned so I went to the professor as asked if there was anything extra that I could do to pick up the grade."

She paused for a moment and then continued. "He said that there wasn't a thing that I could do about changing it. Not knowing what else to do I offered myself to him."

"What did he say?" I asked.

"He told me that I was a very intelligent girl and that I didn't have to do that but if I wanted the A that badly he would accept my offer on his terms." She replied.

"And those were?" I questioned.

With a serious look on her beautiful face she answered. "We had to make love on three separate occasions and the grade would be changed. He is a much older man, white, probably early sixties but he is a very good lover. I wasn't a virgin but I was terribly inexperienced sexually. He taught me a lot of things. He said it was all part of the college experience. You know something, I think he's right."

"I know that he's right. Enjoy your beautiful body whenever you can." I added.

"I took another course with him the next semester and I asked for the same deal. He agreed of course. His only requirement was that I attend every class. I didn't even have to do any of the work. I liked making the payments so much that we made love at least five times that semester. Unfortunately I could not schedule any of his classes this semester but I have already made an advance payment if I do in the future. He is good to me."

She walked to the front of the store and checked the door. " I want to make sure that the door is locked. We don't have to worry about Myra. She won't come back today."

As she walked toward me she removed her jacket and stated. " I accept your offer. I need the money for the car note and frankly, the thought of you, a beautiful white woman, eating my pussy has me turned on. My panties are already soaked. What do you want me to do?"

I stood up, removed my jacket and directed. "Sit here."

Mena started to remove her panties but I stopped her by saying. "Leave your panties on for now. We'll get them off later. Sit down and drape your legs over the arm rests."

She did as told and spread her long legs lewdly. Her feet rested on the seats on either side of her. Her full sized panties were a colorful African pattern. "I feel so exposed... So naughty... but good. I like the way I feel."

I sat on the little stool between her legs and stroked the inside of her thighs with my hands. "You are a beautiful girl. So sexual and so sensual looking."

"You are beautiful too. I can't believe that we are about to do this. Why do you want to?" She asked.

"Baby I love to eat pussy. As soon as I saw you I wanted to lick your cunt. When Myra locked that door I had to make a move." I explained.

"You just do women? She asked.

"Oh no! I'm married and I still like a big, hard cock but lately I've developed a taste for pussy." I answered as I took her right foot and licked the bottom. When I reached her toes I sucked them all into my mouth and ran my tongue between each one. I then swallowed her big toe and sucked it like it was a man's cock.

Ohhhh! She sighed. "That feels so good. So erotic."

I switched and did the other foot with the same results. Then I licked up the inside of her leg until I reached her panties. Without touching them I wrapped my mouth around the muscular cord between her pussy and her leg. I sucked and lapped at it with my tongue until I am certain that I made a hickey.

Mena bucked her bottom at my face and gasped. "Ohhh fuck, girl, that feels so fucking good."

I ran my nose lightly over the wet crotch of her panties and inhaled the smell of her sweet pussy. When I reached the other cord I lapped and sucked it with the same result.

She bucked again and exclaimed. 'Ohhhh Shit! Thats good... that's so...fucking good!"

I slid the tips of all of my fingers under her panty legs and pulled the material from her pussy. I sucked the cloth into my mouth and lapping with my tongue savored her juices as I swallowed. Her steaming hole had a wonderful musty smell and her cum was pure nectar.

"That is the most sensual thing that I have ever seen. You are sucking my panties." She managed.

"Help me take your panties off." I directed. She raised her ass from the chair and I pulled her soaking panties over her hips and as she raised her legs I slipped them off and tossed them to the side.

"I like to talk nasty when I fuck." Mena volunteered. "The professor taught me that. He says that men like to hear nasty talk from their lovers."

"I love nasty talk. Talk nasty to me pretty girl." I said as I slid both hands under her and cupped the cheeks of that wonderful ass and pulled it to the edge of the chair. I studied her pussy for a few seconds. It was very hairy with a thick, black, bush of kinky hair. The hair was all around her slit and ran down from her pussy to her ass hole. The lips were a dark color, almost black, and were long and prominent and hung down from her snatch. Her juices bubbled from her gash. It was a very edible pussy.

"You have a very hairy pussy. I love wet, hairy pussies." I said as I leaned in and buried my entire face in her sloppy hole. I rubbed it in her juices for a moment and with a flat tongue lapped the length of her slit over her clit and into her pussy hair.

"Ohhh shiit! You have your whole beautiful, white, fucking face in my hairy pussy. God! Lick it baby. Lick my fucking pussy!" Mena exclaimed.

I took one of those prominent lips between my lips and sucked its length. I released it with a squishy pop and quickly licked her ass hole with my tongue.

She bucked her ass hard into my face and bruised my bottom lip. Loving her response, I worked the rim of her puckered hole with my tongue. I loved the way it felt and I lapped at it hard with a flat tongue. Then I pressed my mouth to her wrinkled hole and chewed at it lightly with my teeth.

Mena bucked that fine ass and shouted. "You're eating my ass! Eat...my...ass...you...white...ho! EAT... MY...FUCKING...ASS! TONGUE... FUCK...THAT...MOTHER...FUCKER!"

Without hesitation I obliged and plunged my rolled up tongue as deep as I could in her butt hole. I sawed it back and forth and tried to time it with her bucking ass. I knew that my lips were going to be swollen from the beating they were taking but I pressed on. I wanted her to cum from me eating her ass.

"Don't Stop! Don't...fucking...stop. You...are...going...to...make...me...cum...you...white...bitch! You...are...going...to...make...me...CCUUMMMM! FUUCCK MEEE!" Mena screamed.

Thick, tasty cum flowed from her pussy toward her ass and my waiting tongue. I lapped it up with loud sucking sounds as I worked my lips and tongue toward her gash.

"I cum a lot and I can cum often. Lick my black pussy white lady." She said.

I covered her wet snatch with my entire mouth and did just as she asked. I vacuumed all of the cum that I could and swallowed audibly. Then I licked up to her now exposed clit and sucked it into my mouth. I curled my tongue around it and sucked gently as I nibbled it lightly with my teeth.

"Ohhh... Sweet Jesus!" She exclaimed. "You sure do know how to eat a girls pussy. That's it suck my little sweet spot."

I looked up into her face and I could see that her green eyes were slightly out of focus. Mena's face was taking on that strained look that you only see on people who are working to cum. It spurred me on and I sucked voraciously on her "sweet spot" as we worked to cum.

"Aaahhh Yes! I'm...close...baby. Make...me...cum! Suck...the fucking...cum...out of...my...pussy" Mena chanted as she bucked that sweet pussy into my sucking mouth.

I stopped sucking and rapidly flicked her clit with my tongue. I worked it up and down and side to side before sucking it back between my lips. 

Mena slammed her pussy against my face and screamed. "I'MMM CUMMMMING! FUUCK MEEE! I'MMM CUUMMMING AGAIN!

I stuck my entire face in her pussy and moaned loudly as I came. I could feel my juices flood the crotch of Emily's panties. Raising my cum covered face I whispered. "I came too baby." And then using my thumbs spread her dark lips as wide as I could. I slowly licked the length of her pink slit sucking in all of the goodness gathered there. It was plentiful. Mena wasn't joking when she said she could cum a lot.

I worked the length of her pussy, slowly, over and over again lapping up her nectar. Damn! But she tasted good. Her sweet cum was plentiful and I loved the feel of the texture of the walls of her pussy. I lapped and sucked. Sucked and swallowed as I languidly worked those thick protruding lips. I sucked each one in turn and released them with a wet pop.

"I love eating your pussy baby girl. I love...the taste...of your...cum. I could lick...and...suck... your...pussy...all day." I managed.

"You certainly do know how to eat pussy. The professor is good but he can't hold a candle to you." Mena gasped.

Mena had managed to unbutton her blouse and unsnap her bra during my sexual ministrations. She held her firm caramel colored tits in her hands and was gently pinching the nipples. Her nubs were dark in color and as hard as the eraser on a new pencil. I slid up her body and took one of them in my mouth. I sucked it in and pulled back with my mouth making it even longer and harder. Then I switched to the other and returned the favor.

Mena moaned and said. "Ohhh, you suck them so sensually. Please don't stop."

"I have to baby. I've got to go meet my friends at the River Walk." I said.

"Please suck my titties a little more. I'm about to cum again" She begged.

Deciding to make her cum once more I continued to suck her nipples. At the same time I twisted two of my fingers together and slid them easily into her tight ass hole. She bucked in surprise and exclaimed. "Oh yes. You've got your fingers up my ass. Do my ass. Suck my tits and finger fuck my ass. You'll make me cum again."

I sucked and Mena worked her ass against my probing fingers as she began to grunt. "Unh....Unh...Unh...Unh. I ...like ...it ...in the ass." My pretty, brown baby was working hard for the cum.

"AHHHHEEE! FUCK...YES!" She shouted as she came.

I could feel her juices covering my hand as I continued to work her butt hole. I dropped back down to my knees and languidly and loudly sucked and slurped her pussy's new emissions. Mena's bubbling gash was indeed a tasty concoction. Again using my thumbs I spread her lips wide and I lapped her slowly and deeply sucking and swallowing all of her goodness that I could find. I could eat Mena's pussy forever.

Knowing that I needed to go, I forced myself to stand and leaning over her took her swollen bottom lip into my mouth and sucked it sensually. I released it and we kissed passionately, sucking each other's tongues in turn. I knew that Mena could taste her pussy on mine.

As our lips parted Mena pleaded. " Before you go I need to taste you. I need to taste your pussy." 

I straightened up and looking down at her said? "Was that part of the deal?"

With unabated passion in her voice she said. "Fuck the deal. This one's on me. I want to taste your pussy."

I walked over to the check out counter and said. "Come baby. Come kneel down behind me and eat my wet pussy."

Mena walked over and kneeled behind me and as I leaned my upper body over the counter she licked the crotch of my cum soaked panties.

"You smell so fucking good. Your panties are soaked and taste so fucking good. Lets get them off." She breathed as she pulled Emily's panties over my hips and down my legs. I managed to step out of one leg as she continued. "Spread wide my pretty, white lady. I want to lick the whole thing."

And lick she did sticking her face between my legs and lapping at the protruding, cum soaked lips of my swollen love hole. I raised my ass as high as I could and spread my long legs wide. I wanted pretty Mena to have complete access to my hot, wet gash. She lapped at it with gusto and I could hear her gurgle as she swallowed my love sauce.

She paused for a moment and said. "Your cum is so fucking thick." Then licked, sucked and swallowed some more and continued. " It tastes sooo...good. I want to swallow it all."

I reached down and with my thumbs spread the lips of my cunt as wide as I could exposing the pink center. "Go deep baby. Dig all of my sauce out with your tongue. That's it! Suck it all out!"

Following my direction she forced her whole pretty, brown face deep into my chasm and lapped voraciously with that wonderful tongue. "Anh, Anh, Anh, Anh," Were the sounds made by her mouth as she feasted on my hole. She paused and added. "Good...So fucking...good. I...love...to eat...your...pussy."

She moved down to my clit licking and sucking all the way and then wrapped her lips around my nubbin and gently sucked it into her mouth. She released it and gasped. "Its huge...a little...cock. I'm going...to...suck...your...cock" I could feel her tongue gently lapping my love bud as she sucked it with her lips. I was about to explode.




Brown Sugar



"Make me cum baby. Suck it out of me with that...beautiful...sucking...mouth." I slammed my pussy back into her face and screamed. "Ohhh! MOTHER...FUCKING...YEESS!" As my slamming pussy gushed another load of my thick love juice all over Mena's face and mouth.

I felt her moan deep into my pussy and then say." Fuck me! I can't believe that I am cumming again."

"Lick my pussy baby girl. Clean it good. Swallow all of my thick cunt cream." I instructed as she did just that. She lapped and gathered all that she could find audibly swallowing as she went. She licked around the rim of my puckered ass hole and playfully chewed it lightly with her teeth. She theN tongued it a few times and stopped.

"I like eating pussy. I am going to have to do it again sometime....soon." Mena announced.

"Damn! That was good. You already have a talent for it. I love having a beautiful woman eat my pussy." I paused and then added. " We need to get cleaned up. My friends will be worried about me."

"There's a bathroom in the back." Mena volunteered.

After we made ourselves presentable I stated. "We'll have to finish the day without panties. I want to keep yours and mine are too wet to wear."

Mena gave me a plastic shopping bag to put the cum soaked panty's in and I put it in the bottom of my purse. I gave her the two twenty five in cash and paid for the two pair of shoes with my credit card.

"Can I walk with you to the mall?" Mena asked.

"I would enjoy that." Was my reply.

As we walked Mena asked. "How will you explain your bruised lips to your friends?"

"Its pretty obvious isn't it." I replied. "Help me think of something." "Tell them you ate some candy that you must be allergic to. Its main ingredient was brown sugar." She laughed.

"That's exactly what I'll tell them. I'm allergic to brown sugar. Then I won't have to lie." We both laughed.

As we neared the food court I could see my friends already there waiting for me. "I'll introduce you to my friends before I go. Lets exchange phone numbers. I'd like to see you again if you'd like but under more comfortable conditions."

"I'd like that... a lot... seeing you again. I really enjoyed today. It was totally unexpected and wonderful. I have to tell the professor about it" She replied.

"Call and I'll come meet you. Maybe we can get the professor involved."



Brown Sugar



Val could feel the bass thump in her bones as she stood cheering in the crowd. It was a local band, but well-known and it was standing room only. She was pressed up against the chain link fence, moving with the tempo, wiggling her body in time with the music.

The crowd was pressed in around her, total strangers rubbing shoulder to shoulder as the band played every song in its repertoire. The smell of sweat and the proximity to others bodies had Val turned on. She had always wanted to be fucked in a crowd, in complete view of everyone. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to live out a fantasy.

She glanced at her boyfriend beside her. He was busy trying to light a joint, fighting to get enough room to get the flame to his mouth. Val frowned. She didn't like the fact that he smoked weed. She was allergic and had asked him to stop. He didn't even refuse. He just ignored.

Vale was horny and wanted action. She reached over and grabbed his hand as it went up again, and held it to her crotch. She was wearing a miniskirt, and she slid it up so he could feel her panties, already damp with her excitement. He pulled his hand back absently and went back to lighting his joint.

Val huffed and tried to move away, angry, but she felt resistance as she did. As she tried to push back, she felt the unmistakable bulge of someone's clad cock rubbing against her ass. Her breath caught in her throat. Someone was pressing against her, purposefully moving his bulge between her cheeks through the fabric of the miniskirt. She pressed backwards again, this time rubbing the cock teasingly with her ass. Whoever was behind her grabbed her hips and ground against her.

The band began to play the Stones' "Brown Sugar" and the crowd went wild. It was a local favorite. Everybody's eyes were on the stage. Val felt a finger slide her panties aside and slip into her hot pussy. She rocked against it, clenching her walls around the finger. Another finger slipped into her, thrusting in deeper. She relished in the feeling, still rubbing her ass against the bulging cock behind her.

She could feel the sudden urgency in the hand that held her, and felt as he pressed backwards against the crowd to unzip his fly. A moment later, she felt the head of his cock push into her ass. She met his push and his long cock slid all the way in.

Val looked at her boyfriend as she rocked against her mysterious lover. He was busy shouting at the band, already stoned. He didn't notice his girlfriend being fucked by a complete stranger right beside him. Val bit her lip as man behind her continued to fuck her ass, his finger playing with her clit.

She made it good for him. Every time he slid in she relaxed, letting his long cock bury itself as deep in her as he could get it. When he would start to slide out, she would clench, milking his cock with her tight ass. She moved her ass around, giving him different angles in which to penetrate her. His finger was soaked as he slid it back into her pussy.

The band played louder and the crowd kept pushing in. Someone knocked her mysterious lover in the back, and he thrust in as deep as he could possibly go, the head of his cock twitching deeper in her than she had ever felt. He ground his hips against her ass, and she squeezed him again as hard as she could.

She felt him begin to shake and as the song wound down, his hot cum spurted up into her hold. The feeling was exquisite and with him fingering her clit, she came with him. She bucked against him, squeezing her ass to get every last drop of cum from him.

He held her to him for a moment longer, and the quietly withdrew. He slid her panties back in place, and patted her ass. She never looked back. She would never know who her mysterious lover was.

Later, at home, her boyfriend was ready to make love. As he slid into her ass, he commented on how juicy she was.

"I really enjoyed the concert," she said.

"Oh, yeah? Let's go see them next month."

The thought of another mysterious fuck sent her over the edge. She came without her boyfriend ever knowing why.



Brown Sugar Dreams



The way I met this girl was by her getting offending by me staring at her. I was in this gas station in my home town getting something to eat. It was one of those places where they have a dinner on the side. While I was sitting at one of the tables waiting on my food, this young and sexy black girl came and sat down across from me. She was so fine she made my mouth drop. She looked to be in her early 20's she had coal black skin that shine off the sun that was shining in on the dinner. Her hair was long and soft, she was wearing a pair of white shorts that climbed up her hips. She had on a tight top that made her nipple just pop right out. The more I stared at her the more I thought of fucking her in my mind. Starring staring at her legs, I was noticing the way her white socks contrasted with her dark sexy legs in my mind I imagined my white cock contrasted with her pussy. 

She then noticed me staring and asked, "What the fuck are you looking at?"

I replied, "I'm looking at you of course."

She then snapped at me with, "You got a problem white boy?"

I replied, "No, I have no problem really, I was just noticing your beauty." 

She then looked at me with wide eyes of shock. She walked over to my table and sat down across from me. She was blunt about it. She said she was sorry for giving me an attitude. she explained by saying she never had white man comment her with her beauty. I could understand because the both of us being in South Carolina, its understandable by the race system of people. 

I offered her a cup of coffee or a drink and she accepted. She told me that she has never been with a white man in her whole life, but she has thought about it many times. I explained to her that I'm not like most white people, I love all women and all people. I told her I judged people's heart and not their skin. I also explained to her that I craved black women, because they are the most beautiful to me. We exchanged names, her name was Natasha. 

So we exchanged each other's numbers and after a few days we started dating. this one night she invited me to her house to meet her mother and sister. I pulled up in her drive way and I felt so nervous looking at her two story house. So as I walked in her house her mother and sister greeted me. I shook her sister's hand and her mother greeted me with a handshake too. 

After her mother and sister went to bed we cuddled up on the couch. We started kissing each other with long and slow kisses. She whispered in my ear to tell me that she wanted to play around some. So she reached down and unzipped my pants to touch my already hard cock. She started to stroke it slowly in her hand. I then put my hand down her shorts. I started to massage her wet pussy touching with my index and middle finger on her clit. her mound was so wet and hairy. 

She then started pull down my pants. I whispered to her "what about your mother and sister "she explained that both of them were sleepers and if we would be quiet then we can have no problem. So she pulled my cock out of my boxers to expose my hard and ready dick. She took my cock into her warm and wanting mouth, running her tongue up and down my dick and balls. after about a few minutes she laid on the couch and exposed her panties. I then starting to slide her panties off to expose her dark hairy bush. I started to lick her pussy with my tongue. Driving my tongue as deep as it could go into her wetness at the same time I rubbed her clit with my thumb. Within seconds she started bucking and cumming. 

She then straddled my cock. as my cock entered her pussy I gasped real hard because of the sensation on it. She started to move up and down on my cock slowly. I heard a noise down the hall, I looked in the darkness of the hallway and noticed someone standing there. Which shocked me in a way, but the goodness of Natasha's pussy took my mind off of someone watching us. Natasha never noticed anyone watching. I thought it might have been her twin sister and I thought it was erotic for her watching us. So then when Natasha started to cum I felt my balls tighten up. she climbed off of my cock and took it in her mouth sucking down every drop. 

We got dressed and cuddled up on the couch. When it was time for me to leave me and Natasha kissed softly and planed our next night in a hotel room, so we could be louder and relax more. The next day I received a email on my computer from Natasha instructing me to meet her at the days inn in town. The email told me to get a key from the front desk incase she was running late from work. So after getting the key I walked inside the door the lights were dim and I could smell the scent of incense burning. I heard the shower running and saw a note on the nightstand instructing me to get undressed. I went to the bathroom door and it was locked and when I tried to talk I never got an answer, so I figured the shower was too loud. So I got naked and laid across the bed. I laid on the bed naked with my cock at full mass for about 10 minutes. 

I heard the shower water come to a stop and the door opened. All I could see was steam and a dark figure in the doorway...



Brown Sugar Dreams Ch. 2



Where I left off I was laying in a hotel room naked across the bed waiting on my lover to come out of the shower. As the lights were dim and smell of incense burned in the air my lover walked out of the bathroom into the dim room. All I could make out was a dark figure standing in the darkness. When she walked out of the darkness into the light my mouth drooped and my face turned red as the sun. It was Natasha's mother Sheba standing in a long black silky robe smiling. 

Sheba stood there starring at my naked body. She quickly explained that after watching us that night in the living room she got all hot over me. She explained that she told Natasha that I called and told her that I wasn’t going to be able to come over. And Sheba told Natasha that her and a friend was going out of town on business. So that would give the both of us excuses. She explained to me that after her divorce with her husband which was ten years ago she hasn’t had sex since him. Being so busy with work and raising her two daughters and getting over him cheating on her she just hasn’t even thought about it much until now. Sheba took off her robe and starred over my naked body. 

Sheba was in her late 40's. Her body average she had coal black skin like Natasha, she wasn't big but she wasn't skinny. she was considered to be BBW. Her breasts were big and firm her ass was the same. Her hair was long and natural and her lips were full. Sheba walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, she reached her hand around my cock. As she stroked my hard and wanting cock we started to kiss each other with slow and soft kisses. I started to kiss her neck moving my lips down to her nipples. I took her nipple into my mouth sucking on it slowly at the same time my fingers were rubbing her clit. Sheba told me she wanted to suck my cock, so I laid down and we got into a 69 position. Sheba took every inch of my hard cock into her mouth while my tongue was deep into her hovering coochie. 

Sheba then laid beside me on the bed. We kissed more and more. I then got on top of her and she spread her legs wide. I slipped half of my cock inside her wet bushy pussy, because she was so tight. Then I slid the rest in and started moving at a slow pace. Sheba put both of her hands on my ass and started pushing me to go harder and fast. Sheba let out a cry, "oh baby please fuck me hard!" I started to go at a fast and hard pace, my balls were slapping against Sheba's ass. 

Sheba pushed me to pull out she said, "I want you to fuck me from behind. So she got on all fours and I slid my cock deep into her. Her pussy was even tighter now, but she encouraged me to fuck her hard and fast. Sheba started to cum hard I felt her pussy lips grip around my cock. She let out a cry for me not to stop, so I continued on until my balls started to hurt. Sheba yelled that she wanted me to cum inside her, so I started shooting my loads of cum deep inside her walls. Her pussy milked every drop of my hot white cum. 

We got up and showered together only to return to our love making all night long. I did not really feel bad about going behind her daughter's back, because we didn’t have anything serious going on. It was all out of lust. After a few weeks Natasha broke it off with me, but I didn’t feel bad about it because Sheba and I continued to make love.