Ethan and Brenda
Story Codes: MF, Consensual, Exhibitionism



Ethan and Brenda
by Jack Allen

Ethan watched the customers walk away from the counter with their trays of food.  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 that month.  This would be his last decent meal
before Mom sent 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.  She
was a gorgeous young black woman.

    “Hi,” he said.

    “Hi,” she said.

    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 said.

    “Fine.”

    “Are you going to Fremont ?”

    “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.  I’d like to forget that treatment.  Are you staying in the
dorms or a sorority house?”

    “I’m a Theta Kai.”

    They moved up and Ethan found himself at the front of the line.

    “My name’s Ethan,” he said.

    “I’m Brenda,” she said.

    Ethan 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.

    “Sure.  I was hoping to learn more about you,” he said.

    “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?”

    “I’m on a hockey scholarship.  I’d like to be a pro one day.  It’s my dream.”

    “Are you majoring in phys-ed.?”

    “No.  History.  I’ve always been fascinated with history.”

    They finished their meals, put them in the trash container, and went out.  Ethan started toward
his GTO, which was parked on the far side of the parking lot.

    “You want a ride somewhere?” he said.

    “I got a class in the Harris building in two hours.  That’s not out of your way, is it?”

    “No.  That’s on the way to the quads,” he said.

    They jumped into the GTO and took off.  It took only a few minutes to get to the quad.  Ethan
opened the door and stepped out.

    “If you got time, you want to come up for a cup of coffee?”

    Brenda hesitated for a moment, then she smiled.

    “I think I will,” she said.
     
    She went with Ethan upstairs.

    “I’ve never been in one of these places,” Brenda said.  “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?  All any guy who lives in these places wants is to get into a girl’s pants.”

    “I’m glad you think so highly of me,” Ethan said.

    “Besides.  I’m a sorority girl.  We have an image to uphold,” she said, putting on a snobbish
attitude.

    They laughed.  Ethan opened his door and they went in.  Brenda looked around.

    “Do you share this place with anyone?” she said.

    “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 laughed.

    He handed her a mug of hot coffee and sat on the edge of his bed.  Brenda sipped her coffee,
set it down, took Ethan’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 lay back on the bed, and she lay 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,” he said.

    “That sounds ok to me.”

    She gazed 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 said.

    “All day.  How about you?”

    She looked at the clock by the bed.  “About an hour.”

    She pressed her groin against his and kissed him.  He squeezed the soft, firm cheeks of her
ass.  She raised her head and rubbed her crotch on the lump in his pants.

    “You got something down there, and I want to know what it is,” she said.

    She climbed backwards off the bed and looked down between his legs.

    “You got to be kidding,” she said.

    Ethan leaned up on his elbows to watch her unbuckle his jeans, unzip them, and pull them
down.  His long, hard cock popped straight up and Brenda gasped.

    “You aren’t kidding,” she said.

    She grabbed his cock with both hands.

    “Don’t you know any black guys with a dick as big as mine?”

    Brenda laughed.  “All the brothers I know have dicks like pencils.  You’re the first real man I ever
seen.”  She licked the shaft and Ethan flinched.  “Oooh, sensitive, too.  I like that in a man.”

    She started licking his fat balls.  She weighed them in her hand.

    “I bet you got a lot of cum, too.  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.

    “I didn’t know you could do that,” he said.

    “I didn’t know you had a cock like a horse,” she said, licking up her saliva.

    “That’s not something you tell somebody over lunch, ‘By the way, I have a twelve inch cock’.”

    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.”

    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.  “You ever fuck a black chick?”

    “No.  You ever fuck a white guy?”

    She helped Ethan remove his shirt and jeans.

    “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.”

    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.  He asked me if I wanted to do it, and we
did it.”

    She reached between her legs, spread her pussy lips, and slowly lowered herself onto his cock.  
She moaned when it split her open and slid into her.

    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.  The contrast of her dark skin in his light hands was
very striking.  He squeezed her breasts and she ran her hands down over his.

    “You feel so good,” she whispered.

    “Can I cum inside you?” he said.

    “Yeah.  I’m on the pill,” Brenda moaned, lost in her own world of blissful pleasure.

    “Good,” Ethan grunted, thrusting his hips.  “Cause I’m going to 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, cumming herself, 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 lay 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.  It was getting
harder again.  It started spongy, firm, and was turning as hard as a rock.  “I know I sure got a lot
out of this tool just being on top of it.”

    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.

    Ethan licked her soft, warm lips.  With his thumbs and fingers, he spread her lips and exposed
her clit.  Sticking his tongue way out, he 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
pussy and lavishing attention on her clit.  Brenda’s body undulated, and she was screaming in a
rhythm to match.  She must have been cumming.  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.

    He raised his head from between her legs and crawled up the bed over her limp body.  Brenda
looked up.  His huge cock dangled between his legs.

    “Oh God,” she said.

    She was pinned to the bed and helpless with her legs spread and her pussy exposed.

    “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.  Ethan placed the tip of his cock at the shiny, wet opening, and pushed.  She
shifted her hips, raising them a little.

    “Ok, go ahead,” she said.

    “You sure?” Ethan said.

    The head of his penis was just between the dripping wet lips of her pussy.

    “Oh yeah.  I’m ready for it.”

    Ethan lowered his hips and his cock began to slide into her.

    “My sister told me about a guy she fucked one time who was built like a ram, probably a lot like
you.”

    “What’d you think?”

    He 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 lucky she was, and how much I wanted a man like that.”

    She hooked her legs around him and pulled him down to kiss her.  His hips pounded, and
Brenda’s hips humped to keep up with him.  Her tongue swirled with his in her mouth and she
writhed beneath him.  She was panting and gasping, holding on desperately.

    Ethan reached his climax and his cum was shooting into her with the force of a cannon.  Brenda
humped with him, and the whole bed rocked and pounded on the floor.  Ethan raised his head and
looked down at her.  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.

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

    “They probably think somebody’s getting their brains fucked out.”

    He 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.

    Brenda sat up and looked down at her tender pussy.  His white cream was drooling out of her
like a running faucet.

    “Holy shit.  I never seen so much cum.”

    “It looks so creamy on your skin,” Ethan said.

    “I bet it does.”

    “What’s the matter?  Are you tired?” she said.

    “I’ve been working too hard,” Ethan said.

    Brenda looked at the clock.

    “Oh shit.  I 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.  It’s all your cum.  It’s going to be dripping out for hours.”

    “Sorry,” he said.

    “I’m not.  I love it.”

    “Any time you want to see me again, you know where to find me,” he said.

    “I will.  You’ll see me soon.”

    She waved and closed the door.  Ethan sighed with a satisfied smile.

End.


Copyright© 2012


The Detroit area's best unknown erotic author, Jack Allen has written three books in the Josh
McGowan series of espionage novels, as well as "Breathe of the Flesh", which is set in WWII. He is
currently working on the fourth book in the Josh McGowan series, and has completed over thirty
erotica titles.

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