From: Hawaiian Heat <hheat@accessus.net>
Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories
Subject: Between the Races - White male/Black Female
Date: Fri, 18 Oct 1996 23:29:27 -0500

			  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. 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
takeoff 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 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 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 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 from 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.