Ethan and Brenda

Ethan watched the customers walk away from the counter with their trays of food, and his mouth was watering. One more time, he scanned the menu board, trying to decide how to get the most out of the last four dollars and seventeen cents he had this month. This would be his last decent meal for the month before his parents sent him another check for food and expenses.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed someone lining up behind him and turned to say hi. The person behind him was a young black woman.

"Hi," Ethan smiled.

"Hi," she smiled back. She was gorgeous. She wore a pink turtleneck shirt and black tights. Her smile was enchanting and her body was alluring.

The line moved up another person and Ethan turned back to her. "How are you?" he asked.

"Fine. How are you doing?"

"Pretty good. Are you going to Fremont College?"

"Yeah. I'm a sophomore. You too?"

Ethan shook his head. They moved up with the line. "This is my first year."

"First year? What's the matter, don't you like to use the word freshman?"

"No. I was a freshman in high school, and I'd like to forget that treatment. Are you staying in the dorms or a sorority house?"

She grinned. "I'm a Theta Kai. Are you going to join a frat?"

"I don't think so," Ethan said. "My Mom would like me to, but I don't think I want to." They moved up and Ethan found himself at the front of the line. "Glad to meet you. My name's Ethan."

Her eyebrows rose and she smiled in amusement. "I'm Brenda," she said. "Take it easy."

Ethan smiled to her and stepped up to the counter and ordered as much as he could with his four dollars and change. When he got his tray of food, he saw Brenda at the counter waiting for her food. He went to the dining room and found a table where he could look out the window and watch the traffic in the street.

"Can I join you?" Ethan turned and saw Brenda standing beside his table with her tray of food.

"Absolutely," he said, standing up.

"What a gentleman," Brenda said. "Are you always this polite?"

"Always. I think it's important to be polite, don't you?"

"Yes."

"I'm glad you decided to join me. I was hoping to learn more about you."

"More about me? I'm twenty years old, I'm working for an archaeology degree, and I want to work for the Smithsonian. What about you?"

"Let's see. I'm here on a hockey scholarship, and I'd like to be a pro one day. It's kind of my dream."

"Oh," Brenda said, sounding disappointed. "Are you majoring in phys. ed.?"

"No, history," he said, and her eyes lit up with interest. "I've always been fascinated with history, especially European history, which, I'm sure, most people are, since there's so much of it."

"There's just as much history anywhere else."

"Yes, that's true. Isn't it fascinating?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

Ethan could tell she was a little surprised. He was sure she thought he was just going to be a dumb jock.

"Tell me something," she said. "How did you get your name?"

"My Mom had a great-grandfather who was a ranger in Texas, and she wanted to name me after him."

"What did he do?"

"Not much. He saved my great-grandmother from a fire in their farmhouse and that was how they met. My Mom was named after her, and I was named after him. Fascinating, isn't it?"

"Terribly," she said, smiling. The look in her eye was somewhat mesmerized, and she laughed. They finished their meals, put them in the trash container, and went out.

"Where's you car?" Brenda asked.

"I don't have a car."

"Oh. Would you like a ride back to the quads?"

"I'd love a ride, but it's not going to be out of your way, is it?"

"No, not at all. I've got a class right there in the Harris building in about two hours."

"Great. I'd really appreciate it." They jumped into her little car and took off.

"You walked all the way up here just for lunch?"

"Yeah, well, when you've got a craving for something, nothing else will do, you know?"

"No, I don't. I've never been pregnant." They laughed. She stopped in the street in front of the quad. Ethan opened the door and stepped out.

"If you've got time, would you like to come up for a cup of coffee?"

Brenda hesitated for a moment, and Ethan thought he might have gotten a little too personal, but she smiled. "I think I will," she said. She parked the car in the nearest empty parking spot and went with Ethan up to his room. "I've never been in one of these places," Brenda said, looking around curiously. "When I moved up here I stayed with a friend in her apartment off campus until I got into the sorority."

"Didn't you ever go out with a guy who lived in one of these places?"

"Are you kidding?" she laughed. "All any guy who lives in these places wants is to get into a girl's pants." She laughed and slapped his shoulder.

"I'm glad you think so highly of me," Ethan laughed.

"Besides," she continued, putting on a snobbish attitude. "I'm a sorority girl. We have our image to uphold." They laughed again. Ethan opened his door and they went in. Brenda looked around. "Do you share this place with anyone?" she asked.

"No," Ethan said. He turned on the coffee machine and filled the pot with water.

"Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Would I invite you up here if I had a girlfriend?"

"A gentleman can still have friends," she said, sitting in his desk chair. "I hope you haven't got any designs on me. My Momma would shit if I brought home a white guy."

"I didn't ask you to marry me," Ethan said, as he put a filter in the machine and filled it with a few scoops of coffee. "I just asked you up here for a cup of coffee."

"You're not even going to try anything?"

"I never said I wouldn't try anything. How do you like your coffee?"

"Black," she said, and burst out laughing. He handed her a mug of hot coffee and sat on the edge of his bed. Brenda sipped her coffee, set it down, took Stacy's mug, and set it on the desk beside the other mug. "I was hoping you'd take advantage of me," she said. Her arms went around his neck, he laid back on the bed, and she laid on top of him. Her lips came down on his and her tongue penetrated her mouth.

"I wasn't going to rape you unless I had to."

"That sounds okay to me." She smiled softly, gazing into his eyes, and they kissed again. He ran his hands down her sides to her ass and she moaned, grinding her pelvis against the stiffening lump in his pants.

"How much time do you have?" she asked.

"All day. How about you?"

"I've got all day, too."

"What about your class?"

"To hell with the class." She pressed her groin against his and kissed him deeply. He squeezed the soft, firm cheeks of her ass. She raised her head, and, rubbing her crotch on the lump in his pants, said, "You've got something hiding down there, and I want to know what it is." She climbed backwards off the bed and looked down between his legs. "You've got to be kidding," she said. Ethan leaned up on his elbows to watch her unbuckle his pants, unzip them, and pull them down. His long, hard cock popped straight up and Brenda gasped. "You aren't kidding." She grabbed his cock with both hands.

"Don't you know any black guys with a dick as big as mine?"

Brenda laughed contemptuously. "All the brothers I know have dicks like pencils. You're the first real man I've ever seen." She licked the shaft and Ethan flinched. "Oooh, sensitive, too. I like that in a man." She started licking his fat balls.

"You'll like me even more when you find out how much I have to share."

Brenda looked up at him. "You got a lot of cum?"

"I got a ton."

She weighed his balls in her hand and rubbed them. "I'll bet you do," she said, somewhat impressed. "Let's find out how much of it I can get." She put the head of his cock in her mouth, closed her lips around the shaft, and lowered her head until the soft tip of his cock touched the soft skin at the back of her mouth. It started going down her throat and he moaned, but she pulled it out, sucked her mouth off, smiled at his funny expression, and put the head back into her mouth. Her jaw was wide open and it looked like she was trying to swallow a thick, white piece of round wood, like a tree trunk. The tip touched the soft spot at the back of her mouth again. She blinked a few times, trying not to gag, opened her throat, and swallowed the head.

"Oh Jesus," Ethan moaned. Brenda stopped, adjusted her lips around the shaft, and swallowed another couple of inches. Ethan stared at her as his cock disappeared into her mouth a few inches at a time. Finally, about halfway down, she couldn't get any more down her throat, and slowly raised her head, letting his shaft slide out of her mouth along her tongue.

"You never told me you could do that," Ethan said.

"You never told me you had a penis like a horse," she said, licking up her saliva.

"It's usually not something you tell somebody over lunch, 'By the way, I have a penis twelve inches long'."

She laughed, stroking him. "If you had told me, I probably would have skipped lunch. I probably would have sucked you right under the table."

Ethan shook his head. "You never would have believed me if I told you. Most women don't believe it until they see it."

"You may be right." She stood up and pulled off her pink shirt. Her plump, bare breasts, with the dark brown nipples on the tips, jiggled when she tossed the shirt on the floor. "Tell me something," she said, as she pushed down her black tights and revealed the rest of her body. She had gorgeous legs. "Have you ever fucked a black woman?"

"No," he said. "Have you ever fucked a white guy?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact," she said. She helped Ethan remove his shirt and pants. "The first time I ever had sex was with a white guy. We were the only black family in a white neighborhood. My brother and I were the only black kids in the whole school." When they were both naked, she climbed on top of him. His cock stood up between her legs, rubbing her slit.

"Were you dating the guy?"

"No. We met at the homecoming dance my junior year. We knew each other from a couple of classes we had together. He asked me if I wanted to do it, and we did it." She reached between her legs, spread her cunt lips, and slowly lowered herself onto his cock. She moaned when it split her open and slid into her.

He held her slender hips and let his hands slide up her sides, over her narrow waist, and he cupped her breasts. His cock was all the way in her and Brenda began to ride up and down. Her eyes closed and the corners of her mouth curled up in a smile of intense ecstasy. The contrast of her dark skin in his light hands was very striking. He squeezed her breasts firmly and she ran her hands down over his.

"You feel so good," she whispered dreamily.

"You feel pretty good yourself," Ethan said. Brenda chuckled. Ethan was fascinated with her beautiful breasts. Their shape was as perfect as Pam's, and her nipples stood out so nicely. They were a little bit smaller than his sister's, but no less wonderful to look at and touch. "Can I cum inside you?"

"Yeah," Brenda moaned, almost lost in her own world of blissful pleasure. "I'm on the pill."

"Good," Ethan grunted, thrusting his hips up. "Cause I'm gonna cum."

"Oh yeah ... oh yeah," Brenda moaned. Her ass was bouncing and his cock was sliding in and out of her. His cum shot into her and she moaned again. She fell over on top of him, orgasming, and they kissed as his cock continued to throb and pump his cum into her. He loved the feel of her tits on his chest and her tongue in his mouth.

She rolled off him to the side of the bed and his cock plopped out of her cunt and slapped his thigh. She laid on her side next to him and lifted his cock.

"It feels like you gave me a lot," she said as she stroked his mostly hard penis. "I know I sure got a lot out of this tool just being on top of it."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I knew a couple of girls who wouldn't let me come near them when they saw it."

"Really?" She leaned up on her elbow and looked into his eyes.

"Yeah. It really hurt my feelings. I never forced myself on a woman. I had to be careful and not let my ego get carried away."

"What do you mean?" While they were talking, she noticed his dick was getting harder again. It started spongy, firm, and was turning as hard as a rock.

"I mean that I had to be careful and not think that just because I had a big dick, that would be enough for women to be satisfied. I had to learn how to be a good lover."

"And did you?"

Ethan smiled. "I'm learning." He got up on his hands and knees and pulled her all the way up the bed, so she was lying lengthwise on her back. She raised her head to see what he was doing. He lowered himself between her legs. "I did give you a lot of cum," he said, fingering her pussy. He pulled his finger out of her cunt and licked it. "I think I'm ready to give you a little more." He dropped his face to her dark pussy and probed it with his tongue.

"Oooo, you can do that anytime," Brenda said, holding her legs spread wide. She dropped her head back to the mattress and her hips squirmed as she moaned, feeling very turned on. She was still high from her first orgasm, and she was feeling so loose and easy that she would have no difficulty with another orgasm so soon.

Ethan licked her soft, warm lips with tender care. Very delicately, with his thumbs and fingers, he spread her lips and exposed her clitoris. Sticking his tongue way out, he lightly rubbed the wet tip on the tiny, hard bump. He wrapped his hands around her thighs to hold her steady and alternated between spearing his tongue into her cunt and lavishing attention on her clitoris. Brenda's body was undulating, and she was screaming in a rhythm to match. She must be cumming, he thought. He didn't let up until it appeared that her orgasm was passing when her moans weren't as loud, and were longer and farther between.

Ethan raised his head from between her legs and crawled up the bed over her limp body. Brenda looked up. She saw his huge, erect cock dangling between his legs and moving toward her cunt.

"Oh God," she said. She felt as if she was helplessly pinned to the bed with her legs spread and her cunt exposed, and Ethan was about to administer a medieval torture device on her, and she loved it all. "Don't hurt me with that," she said. She put her hand on her flat belly and moved it down to her mound, where she parted the pink lips of her pussy and held them open. Ethan placed the tip of his bludgeon-like cock at the shiny, wet opening, and pushed. "Hang on, hang on," Brenda cried. She shifted her hips, raising them a little. "Okay, go ahead."

"You sure?" Ethan said. The head of his penis was just between the dripping wet lips of her pussy.

"Oh yeah," Brenda grinned. "I'm ready for it." Ethan lowered his hips and his cock began to slide into her. "Mmmm," she smiled, her eyes closed. They could both hear the wet, sucking sounds of her cunt opening to let his thick, stiff shaft enter. "My sister told me one time about a guy she fucked who was built like a ram, probably a lot like you."

"What'd you think?" Ethan pushed his cock in slowly, holding it in one spot and pumping with short, rapid thrusts, then lowering his weight and sliding more into her.

"I thought how much I wanted a man like that." She felt his warm belly on hers and the firm, round globes of his fat balls pressing against the cheeks of her ass, and she opened her eyes. "Have you got it all the way in?"

Ethan pressed into her as hard as he could. "Every fucking inch," he said. "Can't you feel it?"

"Oh man, I can feel every bit of it." She hooked her legs around him and pulled him down to kiss her. Stacy's hips began to pound urgently, and Brenda's hips responded by humping to keep up with him. Her tongue swirled with his in her mouth and she writhed beneath him as he pounded his cock into her. She was panting and gasping, holding on desperately.

Ethan was vaguely aware that they were sliding toward the edge of the bed, but he didn't pay much attention. All he knew was that his climax was approaching and he was going to fill her with cum.

Suddenly, Ethan reached his climax, and his cum was shooting into her with the force of a cannon and the speed of a machine gun. Brenda felt the thick, warm liquid filling her up and screamed. She was cumming, even though she hadn't expected another orgasm. She humped with him, feeling the last spurts of his cum into her, and the whole bed rocked and pounded on the floor. Ethan raised his head and looked down at her, and she was laughing. She was also hanging half off the bed and the sheets were spilling on the floor.

"What's so funny?" he said, laughing along with her infectious smile.

"The people downstairs," she said between laughs. "I bet they're wondering what the hell's going on up here."

Ethan broke into laughter with her. "They probably think somebody's getting their brains fucked out." They abruptly stopped laughing and looked deep into each other's eyes. His cock was still in her cunt and she was still very turned on. Ethan lowered his face to hers and kissed her lovingly. She tilted her head and returned his kiss with passion.

Ethan lifted himself off her, peeling apart their sweaty bodies and withdrawing his penis. He sat back on the bed between her spread legs and sighed with exhaustion. His cock drooped over like a shiny, rubber pipe, but it was still mostly hard.

Brenda sat up and looked down at her tender pussy. His white cream was drooling out of her like a running faucet. "Holy shit," she laughed, trying vainly to stop the flow with her fingers. "I've never seen so much cum."

Ethan touched her pussy. "It looks so creamy on your skin."

"I bet it does." She reached into his lap and picked up his cock. "Have you got any more of that stuff?"

"I think I might have a little more."

What are you doing sitting around here for? Give it to me." She pulled his penis to get him up.

"Where do you want it?"

"Oh God," she moaned. "Anywhere you want to put it." She stroked him rapidly and he began to stiffen up again.

"How about your mouth?" Ethan suggested, unsure that she would go for that idea.

"Great," she said. She jumped up and pushed him back to the head of the bed and bent over his waist on her hands and knees. Her head dipped and she closed her lips around his shaft. She looked up at him, smiling, while his dick grew longer and thicker in her mouth. In only moments it was filling her mouth and stretching her jaw open. She had to support herself over him with one arm, but put her other hand around the base of the shaft and began to bob her head.

He tasted of a strange combination of flavors, a mixture of juices from her cunt and fluids from his cum. She licked them up. She held the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue over the smooth surface. It was firm and spongy under the pressure of her tongue. She sucked her lips off the head, smiled at Stacy's dazed expression, and licked all the way down the long shaft to his balls. His crotch smelled strongly of their sweat and fluids. It was a heavy, musky odor. She lifted his balls and put them both in her mouth. They made her cheeks puff out like she was blowing a trumpet. She looked up at Ethan again and his face broke into a broad smile.

His penis rested against her cheek, smearing her face with the juices that coated it from being in her cunt. Sucking on his balls, she looked at his cock out of the corner of her eye. It was thick and rigid, and the dark blue veins just under the skin pulsed rapidly with his heartbeat.

Ethan was panting with anticipation. His mouth hung open and he stared blankly at Brenda between his spread legs. She had him very worked up. If he wasn't careful, he would lose control and shoot his cum in her hair.

Brenda was sucking his balls like a pair of butterscotch sweets, watching Ethan carefully for his reaction. He started to moan. She figured that just about did it for him. She let his balls fall out of her mouth, lifted his cock, and put the head in her mouth. She slid her mouth way down on his cock, until the head touched the back of her mouth. Her lips and tongue were silkily wet around him, and he groaned.

"Oh God I'm gonna cum," he whispered. Brenda bobbed her head a few times and her mouth was suddenly flooded with his sperm. It caught her off guard while she was grinning and spurt back out past her lips, but she clamped them tight around his cock, with a giggle, and eagerly swallowed his cum as it gushed from his cock like a runaway firehose.

Finally, his penis was just throbbing, and very little cum was left. She licked up the last drop, letting the head rest on her tongue, and laughed. Ethan looked exhausted.

"What's the matter?" she said. "Are you tired?" To her slight amazement, although it was no longer as hard as a rock, his penis was still mostly erect.

"I've been working too hard," Ethan groaned, and laughed with her. He picked up his penis like a limp, lifeless, rubber hose.

Brenda wiggled her beautiful, round ass in his direction. "Don't you want to give it to me one more time?"

Ethan started to get up and grabbed her ass. "If you're ready, I'm ready."

"Oh no," she said, laughing. "I've got to get to class." She picked up her tights and Ethan leaned back against the wall. She pulled the tights up and pulled the pink shirt on over her head. He admired her legs and the way her tits jiggled. "If I miss this class, I'm going to blow the mid-term."

Ethan pointed to her pants. "You've got a problem there."

Brenda looked down at her crotch. Right where her pussy was outlined in the snug fabric was a big, spreading wet stain. "Shit," she said. "It's all your cum." She laughed. "It's going to be dripping out for hours."

"I'm sorry," Ethan said.

"I'm not. I love it." She looked down at his penis between his legs. "You are some kind of superman."

"Any time you want to see me again, you know where to find me," Ethan said.

"I will," she said. "You'll see me soon." She waved and closed the door. Ethan sighed with a satisfied smile.