Brown Sugar

Julie was 21-years-old when we met in the mid-70s. She was a petite and beautiful Native American with light brown skin. Her 5’3″, 100 pound body was topped off with silky dark brown hair that smoothly fell half way down her back. Her breasts were small but very firm. They needed no support from a bra. Without a bra, her nipples made a definite impression on her blouse, and me.

I met Julie and her 25-year-old husband, Mike, while we were attending a CB (Citizen Band Radio) get together in central Arizona. Those gatherings were known as Breaks and were meant to allow CBers from a large geographical area to get to know one another and see the latest radio gear. The larger Breaks had numerous radio equipment venders. Some of the larger clubs would set up displays to attract new members.

Mike and Julie were attending their first Break. They had gotten an inexpensive radio a few weeks earlier and were just beginning to meet other CBers. They were with some old friends of mine, so, when I arrived, I joined them. We were soon joined by other friends as we strolled the display area.

As evening approached, we were all tired and hungry. The group agreed to meet at a local diner before heading home. I noticed Mike and Julie were acting uncomfortable. I pulled them to the side as we walked to our cars and asked what was bothering them. They were reluctant to say anything at first, but Julie finally admitted they couldn’t afford to go to dinner. Only Mike was working, and his job as a night clerk at a convenience store only paid a little over minimum wage.

It hadn’t been that long since I had worked at the minimum wage jobs myself. I was by no means rich, but I had a decent job, a late model car, was buying my own place, and had a few dollars to spend. Having been nearly broke myself, I insisted they join the group of friends for diner. They would be my guests. It was Julie who convinced Mike to accept.

Mike and Julie seemed like a very friendly couple, especially Julie. We had a great time at dinner. So, I suggested we do dinner again soon. The readily agreed. We exchanged numbers and parted with hand-shakes all around.

At that point in time, nothing other than being friendly had crossed my mind.

The following Friday night, a date canceled on short notice due to illness. On the spur of the moment, I called Mike and Julie. Julie answered. I asked if they would like to go our for dinner and a drink, on me. She quickly accepted, and I told her I’d be at their place in about an hour.

I had barely gotten into their drive, when Julie came bounding out. She practically jumped into my front seat. She was dressed in a short black skirt that hugged her hips and a pale pink V-neck blouse that showed off her pert breasts. Again, she wore no bra. Her nipples were already beginning to harden. Pantyhose and low heels finished her attire. Her perfume was intoxicating. She looked and smelled delicious. What a knockout!

“Where’s Mike?” I asked.

“Working!” she replied.

“Do we need to pick him up?”

“No! He doesn’t get off until 5:00 AM.” A broad grin spread across her face as she spoke. “So, where are we going?” she asked.

I told her I thought we might grab a burger and then go to a nightclub I liked. That particular nightclub had a great, all girl, country band.

She said, “Good! I like country music.”

As we pulled out of her drive, she slid over next to me and kissed my cheek. Since I had never dated a married woman, the kiss sort of startled me, but not for long. My arm soon found its way around her shoulders, and I began rubbing her right arm. I had decided that I would let her make all the initial moves. if any. Afterall, she was the one who was married.

By the time we had reached the burger joint, Julie had turned slightly to her right, leaned her head on my shoulder, and pulled my hand to her right breast. I gently squeezed and rubbed her braless breast through her dress. Julie’s breast was about the size of a ripe orange, and it made a nice hand full. Her nipples were soon very hard. They were sticking out like little pencil erasers. They seemed to be trying to punch holes in the fabric of her blouse.

During dinner, without being asked, Julie began telling me intimate details of her life with Mike. he told me Mike had been her first and only lover, and they had not been getting along for some time. She said he hadn’t touched her in over two months. She said he had told her he was too tired from working to make love to her. She suspected he had a girlfriend.

I decided Mike must have been some kind of idiot to ignore a gorgeous creature like Julie. When I told her so, she smiled so broadly she seemed to beam.

We got to the nightclub just as the band was beginning to play. I ordered my typical CC and Coke, and she ordered a Sloe Gin Fizz.

Julie really liked to dance. During the slow numbers, she cuddled closely to me and firmly ground her crotch into mine. She soon had my cock straining to be free. She groaned and seemed to melt as I grabbed both ass cheeks, squeezed hard, and pulled her to me. It was getting more and more difficult to remember she was a married woman.

When she had consumed half of what was only her second drink, I found myself practically dragging her around the dance floor. Only then did I find out she didn’t drink. I told her we needed to get her home. She only smiled.

With Julie nearly passed out in my lap, the ride home wasn’t nearly as much fun as it had promised to be earlier in the evening. In order to get Julie into her apartment, I had to prop her against the wall, hold her there with my shoulder between her tits, one arm around her waist, and fish her keys from her purse with my free hand. As we got in her door, her legs decided they had gone as far as they were going to go. She collapsed. I carried her to her bed, undressed her, covered her, and gave her a soft goodnightkiss. As I exited her bedroom, she asked, “Aren’t you going to stay?”

I told her, “I’d love to honey, but you’re in no condition to make such a decision.” I told her I’d call in a few days, and quietly left.

Monday evening, Julie called me. She apologized for not telling me she didn’t drink. Said she didn’t remember much of the ride home. She asked, Do you wanted to go out again?”

I agreed. Only this time there would be no drinking.

The following Saturday evening, I picked Julie up at about 7:00 PM. She was wearing another short skirt and snug V-neck blouse. This time there were no pantyhose, only ankle socks and tennis shoes. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail. What a sight! My cock started to respond almost immediately.

We had a nice dinner at a local steakhouse, caught a movie, and ended at my home for popcorn and TV. The popcorn never got made. As soon as we entered my door, she kicked off her shoes and socks and began removing her blouse. This little gal was hot to trot, and she wanted to fuck! Now! With a wide grim, she said, “I want to make up for our last date.”

“Have you ever striped to music?” I asked.

She said, “No, but I’ve seen it done in the movies.”

“Would you like to try stripping now?” I asked.

“That sounds like fun.”

While I put on some music, Julie rebuttoned her blouse. When the music started, she had me to sit on the couch and told me to not touch her until she said it was OK. She began swaying to the music and slowly unbuttoned her blouse again. Julie was a natural stripper. As her blouse fell away, she squeezed her tits together and pinched and pulled her dark brown nipples. They were soon almost as hard as my cock. The short skirt was the next to go. She thrust out her chest as she reached behind her waist to release the skirt’s button and zipper. She was then swaying in front of me in nothing but the smallest of silky pink bikini panties. The pink panties beautifully accented her beautiful light brown skin. The crotch of her panties had already become soaked with her juices. A few brief strokes over her pussy with her flattened hand, and the panties were quickly removed.

Julie was absolutely beautiful. Her pussy was covered with very fine, almost silky hair. It was almost like she was hairless.

She had tested my patience by not letting me touch her until she was completely naked. I had nearly gone nuts wanting to reach out and grab her. She slowly turned completely around, came to stand about two feet in front of me, and said, “I’m yours! Do what ever you want with me.”

It was my turn to drive her crazy. From my seated position, I reached out and softly held her by her slender hips. Running my hands up and down her whole body, I found her to be soft and smooth. She was absolutely beautiful, and I told her so.

Pulling her to me, I gently planted a kiss at the top of her slit. She spread her legs, held the back of my head, and pulled my mouth to her pussy. When she swiveled her hips to give me better access, I placed a single long lick over her entire slit.

That brought a sharp gasp from Julie. She breathlessly said, “Mike has never kissed me there.”

I told her, “Baby, you’re in for the best night of you life, if you’ll let me do what I want to do with you.”

“Do anything you want! I told you, I’m yours.” she gasped.

With that, I scooped her into my arms, and carried her to my bedroom. I gently laid her on my king-sized bed. I quickly undressed and joined her.

I began by gently kissing her mouth and stroking her tits. Her nipples, already erect, became even harder. I moved down to suck her tits. As Julie began to make low moans, I started lightly nipping and pinching her nipples. As her moans got more pronounced, I aqueezed, pinched, and pulled increasingly harder and rolled her nipples between my thumb and fingers. She raised her chest toward my hands.

As I lie next to her sucking her left tit, my left hand stroked the flat belly on its way to her pussy. Another sharp gasp came from her as I stroked up and down her hot wet slit. Just as I came in contact with her clit for the first time, she had an orgasm. Julie seemed to be a quiet cumer. She stiffened, pulled her legs together, thrust her pussy up to my hand, and hugged me tightly as a long moan came from deep within her.

As she relaxed a minute, I told her it was OK to let her feelings out and make noise if she felt like it.

My left hand was still at her pussy and resumed stroking up and down. Soon, I let a finger, then two, slide inside her hole. She was very tight. Maybe she had been ignored too much lately. As my fingers worked their way into her tight hole, my thumb found her clit and began gently massaging it. Julie started tensing again, and I rubbed her clit a little harder. Her second climax hit much harder than the first. She began bucking like a rodeo horse, and cried out for more.

As she came down, I again let her relax for a minute. She said she had never cum twice in one night and never so hard. A large smile crossed her face when I told her the night had only just begun.

I then kissed my way down her flat belly and began kissing and licking her soaking pussy. I cupped both ass cheeks and lifted her to give me a better angle for my tongue to penetrate her pussy. My tongue worked in and out of her until her third orgasm began to build. When my mouth moved to licking and sucking her clit, my fingers reentered her pussy.

She was going crazy with lust. Just as Julie was about to cum for the third time, I pulled my fingers out of her puss and sucked her clit hard. She began bucking wildly. I found her virgin asshole and inserted a finger to the first knuckle.

Julie was screaming, “Oh shit! Fuck! Eat me, more, more!”

A second knuckle entered her ass. As Julie came and thrust her pussy up to my mouth, I shoved the whole finger into her ass. I didn’t use more fingers because I didn’t want to hurt her. Besides, I had other plans for that beautiful ass.

As she came down, Julie said she needed to rest just a bit. As we cuddled and talked, she admitted she liked my finger up her ass, but wanted me to be careful. She told me Mike had never eaten her, nor had he ever touched her asshole. All he ever did was finger her until she was wet, climb on, hump until he came, and then roll off to fall asleep. She seldom had a orgasm.

I moved up beside her and held her tightly. She began stroking me rock hard cock. A t six and a half inches, I’m not the biggest dick in the gym, but Julie said I was a little bigger than Mike. She was amazed she had cum three times, and I hadn’t even put it in her yet.

As Julie continued to stroke me, I started feeling that familiar stirring in my balls. I told her she needed to stop or I’d cum in her hand.

I reached for her pussy, but she said she still needed a little time.

“Have you ever given head?” I asked.

This beautiful, 21-year-old, married, woman said,”No, but I’ll try. Tell me what to do.”

I had her slide down my belly to where she was laying with her head on my belly and her lips nearly touching the swollen head of my cock. I very gently pushed her down and told her to kiss and lick the top of cock. She did. She licked up the drop of precum that had appeared there and softly kissed my cock’s head. I told her to open her mouth and take a little of it in and suck. Without hesitation she took about two inches of me into her mouth and started sucking. Julie was the perfect student. She did everything I told her without question. As I continued to instruct her, she began bobbing up and down on my raging hard-on. She was licking the shaft and head with every up-stroke, and was soon hitting the entrance to her throat on the down-stroke.

I had her reposition so she was laying on top of me in the classic 69 position. With my dick in her mouth and her pussy at my face, I firmly hugged her to me and resumed eating her still tight pussy.
When I warned her I was about to cum, she didn’t say a word. She just took me into her mouth as far as she cold and sucked harder. She was holding my dick at the entrance to her throat.

I was too busy eating her sweet pussy to give any more warnings. As I shot my first spurt, she jerked up about an inch, but went right back down and sucked still harder. She held right there for the second spurt. In my lust, I told her, “Take it down your throat baby.” She gamely tried, but just couldn’t do it without gagging. She held me deep in her mouth though, and continued sucking until she had sucked every drop of my cum from me and swallowed every drop.

I had continued eating her, and with my tongue as deep in her pussy as I could get it, she quickly had her fourth orgasm. This one was a little quieter that the last one. She merely ground her pussy into my face and grunted with each thrust of my tongue. Of course, it is difficult to scream when there’s a cock in deep your mouth.

It was my turn to need rest.

After a bit of rest, I again began petting Julie’s pussy. She soon spread her legs wide. I crawled between them and resumed eating her. My licks became longer and lower. I pushed her legs up to where her knees were next to her tits. She grabbed the backs of her knees and held them there.
While eating her pussy, I lubricated a finger with her pussy juices. As she built toward another orgasm, I slipped a finger all the way into her pussy. Without warning, I removed my finger and moved my tongue from her pussy to her virgin asshole. A couple of licks and I drove my tongue into her asshole. Julie was near cuming again.
Julie’s asshole was too tight to fuck with just her own juices. I keep a tube of lubricant next to my bed. I don’t think Julie noticed when I reached for the lube. A generous glob of lube was put in and around Julie’s tight asshole. I carefully massaged her sphincter to help it relax. All the while, I was eating her pussy. By that time, she was thrashing around and bucking up and down as she rapidly approached her next orgasm.

I then lowered her legs a bit and lined up to invade her pussy with my cock. One long slow thrust buried my shaft to the hilt. I held there for a bit enjoying a very tight pussy. As I began stroking in and out, Julie began humping back. Soon, she brought her legs down and wrapped them around my waist. She was cuming again. I held tight into her depths as she thrashed beneath me. I was trying to not cum.

As her orgasm subsided, I resumed stroking her pussy. Damn she was still tight. I pulled her legs back up and stuck a finger back into her asshole.

Julie’s eyes were somewhat glazed and nearly closed. A wide smile covered her face. Slowly I pulled out of her pussy and aimed my cock at her asshole. Thanks to the lube and her own juices, it took just a little pressure and the swollen head of my cock popped into her virgin asshole. Julie’s eyes sprung wide open. She tensed with the initial entry, but she soon relaxed as I held still.

“All right?” I asked.

She said, “Yes! Don’t stop!”

With that, I ever so slowly sank my dick into her no longer virgin asshole. A couple of quivers and a grimace or two were the only adverse reactions Julie had. When I was fully in her ass, I held still while she relaxed. The stroking began slowly at first. As I sped up, Julie started grunting and moaning and pulled her legs up even further. Holding her legs like that let me get even deeper into her ass. She grabbed he ass cheeks, spread them wide, and yelled, “Yes! Fuck me harder! Fuck my ass! Oh God! I’m cuming again!”

As Julie came, so did I. I must have given her the biggest load of cum I’d ever produced. I seemed to cum and cum.

When we settled down, I pulled out of her ass and gave her a few more strokes in her pussy. She just laid there holding her legs up and panting. Slowly, she lowered her legs and wrapped her arms around me.

As I pulled out, I noticed her asshole was still slightly open with a single drop of cum dribbling out.

After resting, talking, and cuddling a while, we shared a shower and dressed. Julie told me she didn’t know it was possible to cum so hard, so many times, in so many ways.

I told her having the right partner makes it easy.

I got Julie home about an hour before Mike was due to arrive.

I never saw Julie, or Mike, again. When I called a couple of weeks later, their phone had been disconnected. Mike had quit his job a week earlier, and no one knew where they had gone. I wondered how long it was before Julie insisted someone eat her pussy or fuck her in the ass again. I wish her the best.

To Mike, and all the other men who ignore their wives: If you don’t take care of them, someone else will. It doesn’t matter if they’re young and gorgeous like Julie, or an average, middle-aged, wife. She is appealing to someone. Maybe me!