Debby woke Todd early with a blow-job. She let Todd eat her for a few minutes, but declined an orgasm that way. Yes, she wanted another sexual edge. She was a bundle of energy, which surprised both of them. And her pussy wasn't nearly as sore as they expected after the fucking it had received. Actually, having lost her anal cherry to Todd last night, her anus was more tender than her pussy.
The day was filled with yard and house work, shopping for wine and steaks, marinating the later, and lot's of sexual play and teasing. About 3 Debby came out to the patio where Todd was cleaning the charcoal grill, wearing one of Todd's sweat shirts . . .and nothing else! She worked around him, next to him, in front of him, bending, stretching, all but throwing him to the ground and setting on his face. For his part Todd had a hard-on growing in his pants and a straight face as he pretended to ignore her. She finally walked over, grabbed his crotch and led him into the house by the bulge. Once in the bed room, she said, "You fink! I want sex! Give me sex!"
Ten minutes later Todd laid next to her panting. He decided that in just less than 24 hours after her first pussy stretching experience with a hung black man, her pussy was back to 'normal.' "That was great! Want me to eat ya to a cum?"
"Later. You can have desert later if you want it." Todd smiled as Debby went down on him to clean his cummy cock. A dream a week ago.
A long bubble bath was next. They talked. She'd already told him everything from her shower with Juls. Todd was reassured and finally admitted that not knowing exactly what was going on had been a little exciting. The only thing left on Todd's mind was how they were going to handle the convenience issue. She gave him a quizzical look.
"I mean you're here, he's there, and I'm 25 minutes away at work!"
"Oh. . . well, Todd, to be very honest. . . I don't know! I kind'a assumed I would never do anything without you. I think we both know I'm gunna want more. . . but I hadn't considered it without you."
"Is that realistic? I know what temptation is like."
"Well, tell me Todd, what do you want? It's probably good to have well understood ground rules. We've obviously opened our marriage up here; shall we agree that we won't do anything without the other?"
"I want you. I want you to know I love you. I want you to be happy. I want to know you want me and love me, too. You've shown me that last night and today. And I hope I showed you all that last night. Why don't we say anything goes as long as we tell the other as soon as . . . reasonable. Sometimes that'll be beforehand, sometimes after."
Debby's heart soared. She hadn't really thought that issue through, but Todd had just given her permission to screw Juls to her pussy's content without guilt as long as she told him as soon as 'reasonable.' She could live with that! "Are you sure that's what you want?"
"Let's try it and if either of us wants a change in rules we can."
"Deal!" They shook hands. "Let's change the sheets after our bath."
Debby spent extra time on her hair. It was gathered on one side and the curls spelled like spun gold on that shoulder. Debby wore a denim bib overall shorts. . . and nothing else. Normally worn with at least a tube top, this left her breasts accessible and very visible.
Todd saw her and said, "Over dressing for the occasion, aren't we?"
"Actually I thought nude didn't go with steak sauce, otherwise. . . When I was about 10 I tried to wear exactly the same thing out to play. My mother said it was sinful. You like?"
"You little devil you!"
Juls was a few minutes early which was good because Debby's nerves were about to drive Todd to drink. Todd accepted the wine and covered salad from Juls. Debby threw her arms around him as soon as the door was closed. After a kiss Debby pulled free and spun around. "You like? It's my farm girl look!"
"I've always liked the country! ...But you don't feed the stock barefooted, do you?"
"Wait 'til ya see how I tend the horses!"
Todd couldn't resist, "We've both seen how you handle the studs!"
Debby slapped at Todd for that one. Juls smiled and said, "Uuh! Good comeback! I was struggling with that one."
So the evening proceeded, full of sexual sparing, great food, wine, talk, Marine stories, and more sexual innuendo. All through dinner Debby shot glances at Juls and his crotch every chance she got. Both men admired her breasts --nipples hard and erect all evening-- and appreciated the sexual energy she put into every bite of food and sip of wine. It occurred to Todd he'd never seen her more in heat. What pleased him the most was that she didn't limit herself to flirting with Juls; she even rubbed Todd's crotch with her bare foot under the table while they were eating.
Todd said, "How about some Amaretto in the living room?" Debby took Juls' hand and Todd poured three brandy sniffers. Debby --setting cross legged-- and Juls were on the coach when he delivered the drinks. He sat on the floor at the coffee table opposite them.
"Debby, did you spill something in your lap? You've got a stain."
She didn't need to look. "Yes I did, but not as bad as your spill last night!" Todd lifted his glass to her comeback. She'd made him promise that tonight, if such an urgency was encountered, he'd make a deposit in her mouth. She said Juls would understand.
She stood in front of Juls, rubbing her abdomen, and ran her fingers around the inside of the bib's leg holes. "It's just that my shorts have been rubbing and chaffing me all evening! Shall I go change?"
"Why not just get rid of the offending article?" Todd suggested.
"You just want me out'a my pants, wicked men! Got some music?"
Todd put some solid rock on and Debby did a very convincing strip for an amateur, especially given she only had the one piece of clothing. She danced for both men, allowing Juls to unhook the shoulder straps. She stepped around to Todd's side of the table, threw her leg up and over him so she ended up standing with her bib covered crotch in his face. She had her ass toward Juls. Todd ran his hands up her smooth legs and realized HE was going to strip his wife for her black lover.
Todd undid the snaps on each of Debby's hips. He pulled down slowly as she swayed to the music. Debby brought her legs together to allow him to pull them on off. Todd was amazed at how wet and open she was!
Debby simply sat on the coffee table toward Todd, legs spread. She stroked his face with one hand and slowly moved each item on the table behind her out of her way with the other. Juls was a little amazed at the precision with which she worked without looking behind her.
Debby ran her fingers around the outside of her pussy lips, then brought her hands up to cup Todd's face. She whispered, just loud enough for Juls to hear too, "Does Todd wanna little sample of desert before Debby gets the whipped cream put in it?" He nodded yes. "Debby really wants to be NASTY tonight! Is that okay with Todd?"
"As nasty as you wanna be, Babe!"
With her hands on Todd's head Debby leaned back on the coffee table guiding his mouth to her pussy. Her head dangled just off the side toward Juls. Looking at him upside-down she reached for him. "Juls, let King out of his stall, Debby wants a taste and a ride!"
Juls knelt above her head with his legs spread. "You let him out, baby." Debby ran her hands over his bulge, once again working blind as she couldn't see from below his crotch. While she groped around looking for land marks, she couldn't resist nibbling on his bare black skin below his Bermuda shorts. She located the snap: undone. Zipper: down. Debby used both hands to pull down on the waist band. "Use your mouth, your teeth too, baby!" Debby clutched the cuff of one leg in her teeth. Juls slowly pushed himself up using the coffee table, so Debby could keep pulling his shorts down as he went up.
Juls took a few seconds to get his shoes off and finish the job of removing his shorts. While he did that, Debby ran her hands through Todd's hair. His view from her crotch was excellent for what he knew was coming. Juls once again moved over Debby's flushed face, his loose military style boxers the only obstacle to her goal. Not that it was really much of an obstacle; she already had her tongue well up into his shorts and was licking black balls and cock. She could tell he was well bathed, but he still had a musky man crotch fragrance that she inhaled deeply. Her hands reached to his waist band once again and tugged on the short leg opening with her teeth. They made quicker work of these. Juls removed his own shirt as she welcomed him to once again straddle her face. Debby pulled down on his 3/4 erect black shaft. She maneuvered her mouth up and down both sides, swiping his leaking slit with her tongue. She guided his hips back with her hands and with a husky voice asked, "Will you fuck my face? . . .DEEP?"
"Did you practice, baby?" She nodded upside-down. Debby's heart raced. For some reason the notion of him using her face, mouth, and throat like he did her hips that first fuck on the top of the light house really excited her. She guided his strong black hands to the side of her head, which was back, mouth open seeking his black cock tip. Once his hands held her head firmly, Debby moved her own to his hips. She would control his depth with hand signals to his hips. The first signal said forward; Juls obliged. Back a little adjusting. Forward again. Back. Forward; deeper. Back. Forward more still.
Cycle again. Again; deeper. Again; deeper. A gag; back. Debby swallowing, adjusting. Back in. Out. In; deeper still. Out. In. Faster. Deeper. Out. In. And so it went. Juls was indeed fucking her face almost as a pussy. Debby wished Todd was still eating her. She knew what he was doing: watching! Watching this hung black man fuck his white wife's mouth and throat!
Once again Todd was in awe! He could actually see her throat bulge with his in-stroke. While Debby could take all of his own 6 inch cock, Juls was about 2+ inches shy of using all of his nearly 10"'s.
Juls pulled out almost gasping. He'd really gotten into that too. "Damn, baby! That was a new one on me! Shit!" Debby whimpered. She was so close. Her mind --the real control center of all orgasms-- had allowed her to flow into that nebulous dream of 'Debby as receptacle, a vessel for big black cock!' All she'd needed was someone to push that button! She'd have to explore that realm again.
But it would have to wait. Juls took her hand and pulled her up. She wiped spittle from her checks, chin, and lips. He looked at Todd and asked, "Where do ya want us to fuck?"
"Yah. . . The bed room!" He motion in that direction. "Did you cum in her throat?" Todd asked with an edge of urgency.
"No, but I couldn't have lasted much longer! Let's go see how nasty she wants to get!" His comment to Todd, who was pleased to be invited.
Juls pushed Debby on the bed face first and quickly arranged her on her knees with ass in the air and shoulders and face down on the bed. He buried his face in her up-thrust rear, tonguing her dripping pussy up to her anus and back again. He used his large black hands to spread her firm white ass checks, He circled her rosebud with his tongue, then tweaked it, licked it, nibbled at it. He made a hard pointy tip to his tongue and pushed. Debby squealed and pushed back. Juls pushed harder; her ring gave and he shoved his tongue in her ass.
Debby wailed! "Oh god! He's eating my ass! His tongue's in my ass!" She could only take so much of that. It was just too intense to remain the passive recipient. She pulled away, dragging him with her. She guided him up on the bed face down and dove for a spot between his black legs, kicking them further apart with her knees. Now it was her turn. She planted her little white hands firmly on his black ass checks, spread them and nose-dived right in!
Once again Todd was in awe. He removed his own clothes as if in a trance watching her eat out this black man's ass. He caught glimpses of her little tongue laving on his black ass hole. It turned him on!
Suddenly Juls had had enough of that, taking control again and in seconds Debby was on her back stuffed full of black cock! There was nothing slow or gentle about their fucking. Debby was quickly bucking in orgasm and squealing her approval and encouragement for the fucking she was getting. Todd crawled up to Debby's head on his knees and jacked a load of cum into her welcoming mouth. She smiled at him and swallowed just before Juls flipped her over and pulled her hips into the air. Debby was sure Juls was going to try to shove it up her ass, even as he slid into her pussy doggy style. She just knew her ass was next and that it wouldn't fit. She was too far gone over the orgasmic crest to protest up-front; she'd trust that her screams of pain would suffice before any permanent harm was done. He pored into her, his balls slapping her thighs and mons pubis.
Just after another crest broke on Debby's orgasmic beach, Juls handled her to her back again. She knew he was on the home stretch now. Her legs were folded up to her shoulders. His black balls slapped noisily in her wet sex. Debby reached above her and retrieved Todd's pillow and tried to get it under her hips. Todd helped. She smiled at him with dreamy lust filled eyes. Debby turned her head to Juls', wrapping her arms around his neck. She gave his ear a sloppy kiss before she mouthed the words, "Cum in my pussy, Juls! Pump me full of your black baby seed! Give me my whipped cream for Todd's pussy pie! She reached for Todd's hand and held it tight. With Juls' first orgasmic howl, Debby was pulsing her hand signaling Todd in time with the spurts of juice at her cervix. When he was spend, she whispered in his ear, "Let me clean you! Then let Todd and Debby have desert! OK, Baby?" Juls pulled out. Debby pulled him to her mouth with one hand and guided Todd to her pussy with the other. She watched Todd past the slimy shaft at her mouth. His eyes never left her gapping cum filled pussy hole as he dipped his mouth in homage to it. She heard Todd whimper as his fantasy was totally fulfilled!
END DDL 6/6 ...and our story for now. Author's comments...
DDL was the 1st of the stories I've begun reworking from my journal I began keeping in 1970 --most of which is about my then young wife and I, and our adventures. I may publish that separately as it is book length.
Time permitting, I'll be posting more stories if interest is high enough. All are about the interracial sex experiences of other white couples, most based on correspondence and/or conversations with couples who shared our interest in the subject (we're white); our contacts originally developed via swap magazine ads and a swing club years ago.
I don't feel bad about claiming authorship, even when based on correspondence, the writing IS original and mine, based on brief overviews in their letter(s). To my knowledge the stories told are essentially true, unless I clearly label them as "fantasy." Obviously I've embellished them some to make them --hopefully :) -- more interesting, but I have tried to maintain the original plot, feelings, and perspectives. I've changed names and places sufficiently that actual identities have been protected.
The story of Debby and Todd is one example; we meet at a swing club when Todd and I noticed that each other's wives were both interested exclusively in black men and had actually been "competing" for the attention of the same rather well hung fellow for a time; they ended up sharing, but that's another story.
The DDL series could actually be a story within a story. After we --my wife and I, and Todd and Debby-- realized that we shared many interests including interracial sex of the black male/white female variety, we became very close friends, doing more than just the swing scene together. The evening Todd and Debby related their story to us verbally was actually a bust of an interracial swing party. In retrospect I wouldn't have had it any other way.
It was Debby's birthday and Todd, my wife, and I had planned on giving Debby a her first black gang bang (a professed fantasy of hers) as part of her birthday present/party. We'd rented a nice cabin at the Lake of the Ozarks --she knew that much-- and we thought we had firm arrangements with 5 FIRM bodied black studs from St. Louis, one of which was reported to have a 10 inch dick. We had booze, snacks, music, Polaroid film, sex toys, oil and other lubricants, two petite, horny blondes. . .
Well, to make the outer story shorter, I'll just say the black guys never showed. We found out later that their car had broken down on I-44. They'd had the phone number of where they were expected, but it ended up staying in the car behind the tow truck back to St. Louis, along with directions and the name of the lodge. One called a cousin to come after them at a truck stop. . . It was a comedy of errors. The poor guys never did get any white puss (that weekend) and I think the whole episode turned them off to ever trying again (as a group).
The girls got laid but had to settle for us white boys -- more on that shortly. Before we totally gave up on the black dick showing up, we just sat around, drinking and reminiscing about early experiences. That's when Debby and Todd told about the move from monogamy to mahogany (sorry, couldn't resist) for Debby. Their entry into interracial was much different than our own; most events with my SO & I just happened, interesting though they were. I hope in the writing I've done justice to the heart felt emotions and internal struggles that decision was for them. It is truly one of the most emotion charged and erotic stories I've ever heard on the subject, at least for where no sneaky infidelity was involved, nor any non-consensual activity.
Oh. . . Back to the party: What we planned on being 5BM/2wf gangbang, watched and photographed by 2 white hubbies ended up being all white: ff (their first), fmf (my first; Todd didn't that night, but had before at a swing club with two other gals, while Deb was with a black stud), mfm DP's x 2 (everyone's first), and a good old fashioned mate swap mffm --Debby's only with a white guy, while we knew them, and my only ever. During my 11 years of swinging with my wife (1970 through 81), this one night was the only time I was ever WITH another woman --not that I didn't have chances --I had many-- or because I don't like women, --I love'm-- it's just that I love my wife more; I loved to see her get crazy with some hung black guy(s) and tend to her needs during and after. Hell, I even helped her get ready. (Those are other stories and in our book in progress.)
I know there are lots of white guys (and husbands) that think I must be sick, but to me, there's nothing more erotic. And I can honestly say my SO has been all the hotter for me, because (or in spite) of all the black dick I let her have. We treated it as a gift from each of us to the other. She knew it turned me on and her enjoyment was obvious. Some may argue we added to, and perpetuated the stereotype of the black male; that we used them. All I can say is that we've had a number of very good black friends (of both sexes) over the years in the swing scene (and out), and some that were just casual pickups, and I never heard any of them complain about being so USED. (There was one black lady who wasn't very happy about her SO's praise for my SO's body and sexual talent, but that had nothing to do with color). Peggy says she loves the stuffed feeling a hung guy, especially thick ones, give her; and that the contrast of skin color adds to the erotic tension of the experience. I agree with her second point and can only take her word and watch her response relative her first.
As to the continueing issue of penile size, all I can say is, no, not all black guys are hung, just as not all whites are big, short, long or tall.
I know not all white couples involved with black guys are so lucky --we celebrated our 25th this past year. Of the 6 white couples we ran with that were involved in the interracial scene, only one other, Debby and Todd, remain married as far as we know. Among the other couples, one mixed race baby was born and at least one other aborted, and sadly one husband OD'd on pills and booze a month after his wife left to move in with her black lover. It's likely that of the 5 separations/divorces, swinging in general and interracial swinging specifically, had various degrees of effect on the disintegrating relationships. From what I observed: in one case the marriage was doomed anyway by his running around and squandering $$, in another he couldn't deal with her taste for dark meat, in yet another, swinging and the wife being with a black man was fulfillment of HIS fantasy, not hers, and she felt degraded by the whole thing, but did it to please her husband (I don't think they had any business swinging). The remaining 2? Who knows.
I've rambled a bit, and I'm sure some of this could'a been in other news groups, but I wanted any readers who have stayed with this story thus far to have some insight into "from-whence it came."
If it wasn't for AIDS, I know what I would have gotten my wife for our 25th!
Enjoy, but be safe! Vic
