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Between the Races (Blk-F, Wht-M)
By Radioman. (waagh@aol.com)

*******

   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. When 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 that. I've
discovered in my years of tit play.

   Then I leaned in and used my mouth to worship at the altar 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
it`s 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 tits 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`s 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 cum."

   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 cum 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 cum 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.

end.

