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Brown Sugar is sweet.
By: tlc1220too (tlc1220too@yahoo.com)This is a true account of a truly incredible experience back when i was in my early 20′s.
I had been divorced six months from my first wife and I’d not dated anyone since the split. Being on my own in living in a rather cheap apartment, I was in the local laundramat on a dark rainy night doing the mundane task we all must do from time to time, lest we run about naked..laundry.
I had pretty much finished my task when I saw a young black woman about 5′ 6 tall, very slim, with full broad hips and small but yet perky A cup breasts hiding under her knit top. She was struggling with the folding of her sheets. I asked her if I might be of assistance. She smiled and said, Yes, please. Can you help me fold these? They are so big!
We folded her sheets and she was suprised at the little trick my mother had taught me about folding fitted sheets by tucking the corners into one another to make the final package pretty much square.
Well, I guess that does it., she said.
May I ask your name? Mine’s Terry., I asked her.
Mary is mine, and thank you, Terry, for your help. I guess I’ll be off now. she said with a smile.
How far do you live from here, if I may ask?, said I.
Oh, two or three blocks is all., was Mary’s reply.
Let me give you a ride. My car is just outside and it was pouring down when I arrived. Your laundry will be soaked if you don’t take me up on it., I told Mary.
She looked outside and gratefully agreed. We loaded up our things in my car and off we went. It was right on the way back to my place so it really was no trouble. I helped her get her things up to her apartment.
She opened the door and yelled inside, It’s ok, Honey, this nice white boy helped me get our stuff up here. No need for you to come out.
Mary thanked me again for all my help and asked if she could have my phone number. She said she and her boyfriend would like to thank me properly for my help sometime. Being a bit naive, I suppose, I said sure and gave her my number. I said good night and when she thanked me again, told her no problem and went on off to my place thinking nothing more about it.
Two or three days later my phone rang and it was Mary. I was pleasantly surprised and told her so. We talked a bit and Mary told me she had a confession to make.
Oh?, I said, What is that?
I don’t have a boyfriend. said Mary, I just pretended so you’d not get any ideas. A girl can’t be too careful these days, you know.
I laughed, No, you can’t. then she laughed and we proceeded to talk for several hours. I told her about my divorce and what a fiasco the marriage had been from day one. She told me about old boy friends, etc. Somehow the topic got around to sex and she was surprised when I confessed my size to her (8-1/2, uncut and thick) and that there had been several times I’d not had sex in over 6 months, this being the latest dry spell.
She told me about her sexual adventures and like I said after a couple of hours we said our goodbyes. This went on for several days, Mary calling me when she got home from work and us talking for quite long periods of time about just about anything one can imagine.
Then one Wednesdy night, while Mary and I were talking, she mentioned that her back was really tight. I told her I’d been told I gave really good backrubs. Mary said to me, Well? Are you going to come rub my back or not?
Of course I will., I chuckled. I’ll take a shower and I’ll be right over. first interracial sex stories
I showered quickly, put on a pair of slacks and a rugby shirt and off I went. I remember thinking briefly in my mind as I left my apartment, I’ll rub your back and I’ll grease your groin for you too., but that was mostly bravado because I was never forward with women. I was actually rather shy.
It only took me 5 minutes or so to get to Mary’s place. She was wearing a loose brown knit top and a pair of short black shorts that really hugged her round, firm ass and showed off her slender legs. She invited me in, asked if I’d like anything to drink which she got from the kitchen, then we sat down on her sofa and began to talk again.
After thirty minutes or so, she asked, Are you going to rub my back or not?
There was a twinkle in her beautiful brown eyes.
Oh yes, sure I am., I said, Let’s see. Lay down her on the couch.
I got beside the sofa and she stretched out on it. I began massaging her neck and shoulders working my way down her back. I soon noticed that again she wore no bra since under the shirt she was very smooth.
This isn’t a good angle for me., I told Mary. Would you mind if we moved to the floor?
No, not at all., said Mary. You do have great hands. Let me get a blanket to lie on. and she did.
Now I was able to get above her better and in fact soon straddle her legs so I could really reach her full back. She told me how great it felt and to feel free to continue as long as I wanted. Ever so often I’d feel her lift her ass as I worked my way down her back.
Would you like me to massage your legs too?, I asked, hoping I’d get an affimative answer.
Yessssss.., she hissed, Please do.
I worked moved down to her legs and began massaging them.. I worked down to her feet and toes and back up to her ass several times. I could feel the heat from her pussy as I reached the top of her thighs.
Casually, I let my fingers bump her pussy through her shorts and a little moan eased it’s way out of her throat.
I worked my way back up her back and told her, You might like it better if we removed this.
Ok., she whispered and over her head it went but she still faced away from me. Her soft brown skin was so soft. My fingers loved dancing over it. I got bolder and allowed my hands to work their way down her sides as I made the circular motions on her back. To my delight on the third time down, she lifted herself up onto her elbows so that my hands could slide my hands around her ribcage and onto her breasts. She gasped again as I found her very hard nipples and massaged those as well. This continued for several minutes as I continued to massage her back, her upper body, her buttocks and her legs. Then as I was passing over her shorts again, she said, Aren’t those in the way too?
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I was delighted as I removed her shorts and black lace panties. I’d never seen such a beautiful ass in my life. I massaged her buttocks again and slid my hands down her legs once more. Mary parted them for me and before me I could see her slit glistening with her desire. As I moved my hands back up her legs, this time I went all the way to their tops and let my fingers knead her pussy. It was hot, wet and very pink. The contrast between her pussy lips and slit with her coffee brown skin was intoxicating. I could smell the musky aroma of her obviously excited state of arousal.
She shoved it back at me getting my fingers all wet and let my fingers work their magic on her swollen clit. It wasn’t long when she growled, Let’s go to the bedroom.
We went into the other room where I soon shed my clothing and we were in a hot embraced. Her small brown body against my tan yet white one was a study in contrasts. My rigid cock tried to burn a hole in her stomach as we embraced and kissed. Our tongues were writhing like two serpents in their mating dance. She lay back on her bed and my kisses began to ply themselves to her warm and willing flesh. Her dark brown nipples were erect and eager for my touch, my kisses, and my tongue.
As I eagerly sucked those chocolate drops, she moaned, I’m sorry my breasts aren’t larger. Anything more than a mouthful is wasted, I said, And besides they fill my mouth nicely, was my response. She moaned as I nipped at her nipples and pushed them deeper into my eager mouth.
One distraction was her constant questions. Why do you kiss me like that? Do you think you are a good kisser?, when my lips reached her wet and oozing pussy and I began to plow my tongue deep inside her, savoring the nectar of her womb, Do you like my pussy? Do you think you eat pussy well? Most of her questions I ignore and let my tongue and lip do the talking.
She didn’t seem to mind because soon she was squealing, I’m Cumming! which was only once of many that night. In fact, I lost count, but if she came as much as she said, it was a wonder she didn’t turn into a prune for lack of moisture.
When I slid between her legs and slipped my throbbing cock into her the first time, if felt as if I were dipping it in boiling oil. She bucked her hips up to me and hissed at me, Fuck me. Pound me. Fill me with you cum! When I came the first time, my cum oozed out past my cock and slithered its way down her ass. She rolled me over and got on top of me and was soon riding my cock for all she was worth. She came a second, then a third and maybe a fourth time.
Her cunt milking me for all it was worth. She’d rise so high my cock would slip out then on her down thrust it would poke her ass. Oooo..I’m sorry,, she’d moan. And when she came the third time and after it was, Oh I’m cumming!!! and I’d say, It’s ok, baby, cum for me. Give it all to me. To which she responded, But, I’m not supposed toooo!
We were hard at when the phone rang. She rolled me off and answered it. Hello, Mama. What? No way. On and on she went. After five minutes or so, I got bored, so I slithered down her body and began lapping at her pussy again. She never moved me away and kept talking to her mother. She was getting wet again and pushing her pussy to my eager lips. She shuddered and her body bucked as she came again. What Mama? No, I’m fine, she gasped, I just had a shiver. I don’t now how long she talked to her mother but it was half an hour at least.
You are a naughty boy, she cooed. And we made love for another hour or so. When we were resting, she started talking again. Why couldn’t she just enjoy the moment? What would my parents think? Was she my first black lover? Yada, yada, yada.
After three or four hours of this, I told her I had to get to work. She said she’d be willing to call in sick in the morning if I wanted to stay the night. I told her I had to get to work early, which was a lie but all that talking had me a bit apprehensive. Looking back, I wish I’d stayed.
The next day she called as usual. We talked about the night before and I was ready to head back to her place, when she said, Oh, you don’t have to worry about me getting pregnant, because I’m on the pill. But, IF I did get pregnant, you’d come see the baby, wouldn’t you? DING! DING! DING! RED LIGHT! RED LIGHT!
Her words shot through me like a hot poker. I had just gotten out of a bad marriage. No way was I ready to get back into something like that so soon. I made some excuse that I had to go and hung up the phone. Damn, I wanted some more of that sweet brown sugar in the worst way, but I couldn’t take the chance of her forgetting her pill one morning. We talked a few more times but never saw one another again. I’ve often regretted that. Brown sugar was sweet and I’ve always wanted more.
I often wonder where Mary is today, and if she’s still as hot and sexy as she was back then.
