From: marty@ramlink.net (Radioman)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Between the Races/ mf breasts interracial
Date: Thu, 11 Jan 1996 08:19:47 -0500
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Entire contents of this file Copyright 1995 by Radioman.
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Between the Races
by Radioman
I met Maleeka at an art show my friend Tony dragged me to
last week. Art and I don't normally mix, but I owed Tony a
favor and a ride to the show was going to be it. Bunch of
paintings on the wall; that's all I can tell you. The show
was in a community center in a pretty rough neighborhood.
All the artists were local people showing off what ever
talent they may have had. Tony had walked away from me
to whatever he came there for, so I wandered around looking
at the stuff, trying to figure out what was good and what
was bad. I'll be damned if I knew.
One particularly grim canvas did catch my eye. It depicted
a very abstract black woman doing something to a very
abstract white guy. It may have been sexual or may have not.
I stood there a few minutes puzzling over what I was seeing,
when I felt someone standing next to me.
"Do you like it?," a husky woman's voice asked. I turned
and found myself facing a tall, extremely black woman. I
mean she was dark. Not too many slave owners in her
ancestry. The ceiling lights glistened off her skin. She
wore a sort of halter top, but it was different, very
non-European. Her tits were enormous and a deep, shadowy
cleavage drew my eyes inwards.
"Well, uh, I think that, ah, this painting shows, ah, . .
." I fumbled for words as I shamelessly stared at the ebony
roundness of those tribal boobs. That chest of hers silently
shouted sexuality. I was absolutely mesmerized by it,
compelling me to stare. Eventually, sensing that I was
making a fool of myself, I said, " . . . the essence of
man's inhumanity to man. That's it, that's what its about."
She laughed.
"You silly man," she said while she rolled her eyes,
"that's the poorest excuse for art criticism I've ever
heard. How did you ever come up with that nonsense?"
Gleaming white teeth showed through full, dark lips as she
grinned at me. I felt like an idiot for trying to fool her,
but she didn't seem to mind.
"My name's Maleeka," she told me. "My mother made it up. I
suppose you have an ordinary white name?" She said this
without rancor, like it was almost a joke.
"Ah, yeah. I'm Jerry. Pleased to meet you."
"Seriously, Jerry, what did you think of the painting?" Her
interest was so strong I caught on pretty quickly that she
had painted it. I teased her about fooling me this time and
we laughed some more. It was evident that we were getting
along very well, so I asked her if she'd like to get a cup
of coffee or something.
"I live nearby," she told me. "Right in my studio. I'd like
it very much if we went there. I think it would be fun to be
together."
Was I about to get laid? Fuck Tony. We left for her place.
Her apartment was in the attic of an old Victorian house
that had seen better days. Still, the light was good for
painting and she had the place decorated with a certain
African flair. She invited me to sit on the couch while she
went to put on some coffee. WheŠn Maleeka came back out
of the kitchen, I noticed that her top was a little more
open. She sat down on the couch next to me. I felt that old
familiar stirring in my pants. She surprised me by leaning
over and giving me a wet tongue kiss.
"I'm a very aggressive woman when I want to be," she said,
licking her lips. "When I really want something a lot."
I believed her, really. My dick was springing to attention
in the folds of my underwear. I kissed her back, sticking my
tongue in deep. Her lips were so much fuller than any white
woman I had ever known. I sucked the bottom one into my
mouth and ran my tongue along it. She shuddered with
pleasure. We hugged hard as we continued to make out. Her
chest pressed into mine and some bead work on her top hurt
me as the force of our hug brought us closer. I told her it
was uncomfortable, so Maleeka very considerately suggested
that she take off her top. I could help if I wanted to.
So I did.
She guided my fingers to the intricate catches on the
garment, at the same time mashing my hands into those big,
dark globes. They were quite solid for ones that big. I
quickly took control of the breast massaging, wanting to
give her everything I had in the mammary manipulation
department.
I soon got her top off and had her half naked. As we
kissed, I took one huge, hard breast in my hand and stroked
it as lightly as I could, paying special attention to the
sides. Women like thrat. I've discovered in my years of
tit play.
Then I leaned in and used my mouth to worship at the alter
of her nipples. Maleeka moaned from my sucking. Her
responsiveness to my nursing made me feel good because she
was so attractive that she'd probably had all sorts of
studly white guys glomming onto her tits. At least she was
getting pleasure from what little ol' me was doing.
Her hands weren't idle either, having been relieving my
prick of its uncomfortable position in my pants while the
tit sucking was going on. When she had it all the way out,
Maleeka stroked my pecker up and down like she'd been born
giving hand jobs. It was almost too much.
"Maleeka, darling, keep that up and I'll have an accident,"
I warned her. She didn't stop.
"Well, Jerry, my new friend, maybe you'll have this
'accident' right on me. I'd like that." She bent in and
brushed her txits against my dick. The sensation of the
ebony nipples on my knob was indescribable. An electric
shock went up my spine.
"I want you to do something for me." Her tone was halfway
between a command and a request.
"Sure," I answered. Anything short of murder, I'd do it for
her. Just let me cum, please.
She got up off the couch and took me by the hand to a bed
in the corner of the studio. More of a sleeping mat,
actually. It didn't look very comfortable but she assured me
it was.
"And you're going to have fun on it, too."
Now like I said, this girl was tall. She knelt down on the
bed, then maneuvered me directly in front of her. Because of
her height, I only had to crouch a little to get my boner in
between those boobs. Yep, that's what she wanted me to do:
this was going to be a tit-fuck party. I brought the cock
and she brought the tits.
"Do you like this?," she asked.
"Yeah," I said. "But it a little dry in there." I wanted
her to get some sort of lube onto those casaba melons before
this went too far. Maleeka didn't disappoint me. On the
little carved wood night table next to the bed was a small
bottle of something. She picked it up and rubbed it into her
chest. Maleeka was a pro at this, like I expected.
"It's from Africa. The natives use it for anal sex, but
it's also perfect for this." She used two hands to swirl the
slimy liquid around. She obviously loved touching herself. I
didn't mind watching; the sight made my boner all the more
eager for what was to come.
She recapped the bottle and assumed the position again. I
put my dick back between those twin beauties and she pushed
them closed with her hands.
It was a lot better this time. The oil made her titflesh
into the smoothest possible container for me to get off in.
I pumped my rod up and down. It slid like like a skate on
ice. Seeing the white tip poke up repeatedly fromV
between those black mounds excited me unbelievably. Her,
too, evidently. She stared down at my cock, her eyes riveted
to it.
"Come on, white boy," she moaned, "fuck my big, black
titties. Shoot that cream all over them. Look how black they
are. Your pale white dick is fucking them so good. Make me
wet. Cover my titties with your white scum."
Heat, That's what I remember most about that day. The heat
of her flesh against my cock. With the oil, friction was at
a minimum and it was the actual warmth of the flesh that was
heating my pecker to a boil. Faster and faster I moved my
ass up and down. I wanted to come. I wanted to spurt my jizz
all over her and she wanted it, too.
I began my final bucking, almost ready to blow. My the pink
tip of my dick appeared and disappeared between her dark
tits with amazing speed. I felt my load coming and I
couldn't, wouldn't hold back. With a grunt I shot. The
scum blasted out my cock onto her face, her chin, her neck
and her tits. I couldn't believe how much juice I was giving
her. The excitement of being between those chocolate mounds
had been too much.
Finally, it was over and I collapsed onto the bed. Looking
up I saw her rubbing the jism into her skin, carefully,
trying to cover as much area as possible. Maleeka was a scum
junkie extraordinaire by the way she savored my seed as her
holy unguent.
"Oh, Jerry, that was wonderful. Thank you for giving me so
much cum for my complexion. That was wonderful of you."
"It was nothing," I told her. " I'll do it anytime you
want."
Believe me, I got the chance - again and again.
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