mrdyno's blog: "Sex Stories..."

I want to tell you my story of how I became a woman who loves fucking a huge dick as much as anything great in the world. I am now involved with several groups with my husband who does his own thing while I do others. All of this is because God created me with an itch in my pussy that could be eased only by huge dicks entering and leaving with passion and love. God made my marriage work through this learning situation. My husband and I have a complete understanding and love for each other despite our different sexual appetites. Hope you enjoy this. I grew up in a strong southern Baptist church family where sex was never mentioned. I knew that I was different from my parents and friends in some way concerning sex, but never really deviated from their principles until after my marriage. My parents always pushed me towards marriage with strong Christian men. So I finally married Joe, a lifetime friend and neighbor. Joe was attending the seminary (after he completed his undergrad degree) at the time we decided to get married. He said it was god's will for our lives and the timing was right. I was looking forward to my wedding night so that I could finally begin to learn more about sex and experience it for the first time. Well I learned that first night that sex wasn't all that I had thought it was going to be. Joe had no experience either and we just kind of struggled our way through it. Joe has what I thought was a good size penis and it seemed capable of doing whatever was required. But it only made me feel unsatisfied with an itch in my crotch that didn't seem to be able to be scratched. We only tried it a few times during the first year and the itch just seemed to grow stronger every day. I finally asked Joe about it and he said he would talk to a counselor at the seminary as to what could be done. The counselor recommended to Joe that he get a device she called a dildo, which I might use on my own to satisfy the itch. I agreed to try it and so he went to a local store where they were sold and purchased one. He told me that there were many sizes and shapes but he bought one that was about the same size as his so it would fit well. I was very excited and tried it the first day I had it. It did feel good but the itch continued. I asked Joe if he might get a different one that I might try. He then got a larger one that vibrated. Oh that felt so much better. I liked it and I was able to have my first orgasms. I used it a lot and felt much better. But that itch still kept coming back. I asked Joe if he might check again and get another dildo. He went back and talked to the store clerk who then recommended a larger very popular dildo, which Joe then purchased. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw it because it was so large and it was also black. It had real looking veins on the sides and was about 9" long and at least 3 ' around. Wow what a dildo. Even though I thought I could never get such a device into me, I was certainly going to try. Oh god, that felt so good. I put only a few inches in at first but finally got the whole thing in and blew an orgasm like never before. That was a great device but still the itch came back. So I decided to attend a conference of minister's wives where one of the discussions was to be about sex. The leader of the discussion was a black minister named Samuel. His talk was great and described many of the problems that were common to the wives but he did not touch on why I had this itch. So I asked to meet with him privately to discuss my situation with him hoping he would have some solution. He agreed to talk with me in his room the next morning. I was very excited when going to Samuel's room thinking that maybe he would be able to help me. He had a suite and we were sitting on couches in the living room area while I described my problem and asked for his help. I described the dildo to him and I saw his eyes light up. He asked me if I wanted to see the real thing. That puzzled me but I was agreeable to anything that would help me. So Samuel unzipped his pants and pulled out what looked like the twin of my dildo, except that it didn't seem to be as hard and big. I was shocked but totally excited with my itch going like mad. I had to touch myself there to help ease the itchy feeling I had below. I also discovered I was very wet there. I couldn't tell what was happening but I wanted to see more. He asked if this is what it looks like and I said yes, but yours isn't as big or hard. We can solve that if you want to go further. I do, I replied quickly. Well if you touch it with your hand it will grow. Oh yes, that sounds good as I anxiously wanted to touch it (I knew already I wanted to try the real thing in me although there was some feeling that this might be wrong. It didn't matter because the itch was so great, it had to be scratched.) So I gently moved over to the couch where Samuel was and placed my hand on the real thing. Samuel said it is called a dick in laymen terms. Oh that felt so good and it truly began to expand as I held it. I was not going to let go under any circumstance, it felt so good. I moved my hand along its sides and felt the real veins as they stood out. I gently rubbed its length and grasped it tightly. I couldn't take my eyes off that huge, bulbous dick which was so alive, so hard, so black, so delicious looking. I asked Samuel if I could try it in me. Samuel was all for the idea but first wanted to touch me and maybe even kiss me. NO other man had ever kissed or touched me but I allowed Samuel any privilege he wanted if I could have his dick in me. He then pulled me closer and touched my breasts and I was exploding inside. I was so hot. I would have ripped my clothes off but Samuel was in charge and he slowly removed my blouse and bra before touching me more. Oh yes, kiss me; touch me, as I caressed his dick. He then put his lips on mine and opened my mouth and entered it with his tongue. Oh the feeling just shot through my whole body as I shuddered my total surrender and desire for Samuel. I had never been kissed like that but wanted more and more. Soon, my skirt was also removed and I sat naked in front of him begging for more. Samuel also took off his own clothes and I saw that his dick was actually a little bigger than my dildo. I ached to have that dick in me. Samuel told me that he was going to fuck me and was putting his wonderful dick in my pussy. I had never heard these terms before and didn't care now. All I wanted was to have Samuel's dick inside me. He finally began to enter me and I just pushed hard as I could to get it all. He was in me up to the hilt, and I was pushing and straining as hard as I could against him. I loved it and orgasms just swept my body as he fucked me as hard as he could. I had orgasm after orgasm until I felt his whole body stiffen and he then came deep inside me. I felt it gushing like a fire hose hitting the walls of my womb with great force. Samuel had scratched my itch. He stayed inside me partly because I didn't want him to leave me and partly because he didn't want to leave me. I was still quivering from all the orgasms and suddenly remembered that I had not used any birth control. Joe had always used a condom but I had forgotten all about that part. Too bad, but I wasn't going to end this soon. After another few minutes of rest, I started to move again and felt Samuel getting hard again so I accelerated my movements. Pretty soon we going at it as hard as we had before. Again the orgasms just kept flowing through me and again Samuel came inside me. Boy, I was loaded with his sperm now. This time, he did pull out since we had used a lot of time and we both had to go to meetings. Iasked Samuel if I could come back later for another lesson. He quickly agreed. I felt that maybe we had done something wrong but my body tingled so that I wondered how that could be wrong. Still I felt I needed to talk to my husband about this, so I called him that evening before I was supposed to go visit Samuel again. I explained what had happened and my husband was kind of quiet at first. Then he said that his dick had gotten hard as he had listened to my story for some reason and that he had come in his pants. Strange, I thought. He should have been angry if it was wrong. Then he said that I should do it again and see how I felt afterwards. Oh boy I thought. But he also said that he wanted me to call him and tell him what happened in detail. Ok, I can do that. And what if I needed to do it several times. Well, that was ok too. Do it as often as you want but tell me all the details, my husband said. All right, and off I went to Samuel's room. We did it many times that night and the next day before the conference ended and I had to return home. But I knew that I was going to need lots of treatment after I got home and wondered how I could get them. So I asked Samuel what to do. Samuel gave me the name of a local black minister who could solve my dilemma at home. What happened after I got home was even better and I shall tell you that in the next part. End of part 1

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

Todd knew their lives had just changed forever! Their marriage redefined! Debby, his petit blonde wife, had just received the fucking of her life from Julius, the 6'3" 220 pound, black, x-marine drill sergeant, now light house caretaker. Todd continued watching the closed bathroom door. He felt that pang again. What was that? jealousy, fear, insecurity? 'Come on, Todd!' he told himself, 'it's not like there would be room for three in the shower. And this IS for her!' Still he couldn't help but wonder what he was missing. Todd listened by the door wondering which one of them had closed it. Would it have mattered? Yes. He decided it was probably Julius; he WAS the last one through the door. It just made sense. He could hear the shower running. He put his hand on the knob wondering if it was locked. He hesitated; did he really want to know that. If it was locked it would make the wait even more excruciating. He decided another daiquiri was a better idea. With daiquiri in hand Todd explored a little. He needed something to keep his mind off what was happening in that shower. He looked at the painting again; it could easily be Debby. Had she been setting on the beach and Julius watching with binoculars? How would he feel if Debby did pose for Julius? What if she did it when he, Todd, was at work? What if she did anything with him while he was at work? Todd decided what would really matter was how she treated him, now that she'd had REAL sex! He couldn't compete with that. Yes, that would be the reality of their redefined marriage. Todd wondered why, when he'd been fantasizing about Debby being with other men, he hadn't thought through what it would be like if she was, and he DIDN'T get to watch. Yes, this picture could be Debby. If Julius finished it with Debby modeling, would it increase the degree to which Julius possessed Debby? He looked at the door. The only thing more possessive than that closed door would be 'Debby in HIS bed all night. . .without me!' Debby got a wash cloth from the cabinet. She opened the wooden privacy door --one like you'd see in a beach bath house, open top and bottom. There was a bench in a small dressing/drying area, then the shower curtain, already pulled back. There would have been room for Todd. It was just as well; she wanted a chance to talk to Julius. Nothing else would happen in the shower. She would just explain her behavior so he didn't think her a promiscuous slut. She wasn't into the free love movement; she was raised better than that. By now Debby had the water on and was testing her last adjustment: hot, but not too. The ambiant light decreased and Debby looked over her shoulder. Julius stepped in. She smiled, her eyes drawn to his groin. It hung in a graceful arc, out and down, only semi-hard. Her pulse rate increased. She stepped into the water spray; every skin cell seamed so alive, so aroused. She looked down at her chest and wondered if he noticed how erect her nipples were, like the ends of a pinky finger. She looked back at him as he stepped into the shower stall; he was smiling at her like an appreciative uncle smiles at a cute niece. He was much older after all. Had some touches of gray in his temples and chest hair. "Water feels good!" she said as she moved a little back making room for him. Her back was to him, but she continued to glance over her shoulder at him. He was so BIG, obviously in good shape. She remembered how he handled her upstairs-- only what? 15 minutes ago? Her legs trembled, then she felt the spasm in her quim, like an aftershock of the BIG ONE. She suddenly needed him to support her! She glanced over her shoulder getting her bearings and backed her ass up into him. Her ass crack settled on his phallic tube and her checks on his thighs. She reached her hand deep between her legs, dropping her shoulder a little so she could reach the end of his penis. The bulbous head was dangling to about 2 inches below the bottom of her crack. It felt a little spongy as she pulled it forward. She groaned with its surge, getting a little harder. "I. . . I didn't intend for anything to happen in here. It just turns me on so!" Julius didn't say anything. He reached into a shower rack to retrieve a large natural sponge. He lathered it briefly and brought it up the front of her body. She leaned back into him fully. His cock was harder but not fully so. It felt great riding up and down a little in her ass crack. "God that feels good!" "Do you use a natural sponge?" She melted into him a little more; she loved his voice. "No. I've never done any of this before." "What shower?" His tone playful, inviting her to be more specific. "I've never been with a black man... or any man other than Todd." "Really? You seemed to be intent to do so today." "I know. It's been building for a long time." "Todd seems nice. . . Doesn't he take care of you?" "Oh, that's not it! Me being WITH someone else was what he wanted." He was quiet for a bit, washing her. The soap was getting them both slipperier; she moved her ass up and down on his ever growing shaft. "So you didn't want it?" His tone said he knew better. "What I wanted just came to the surface this week. . . But I've wanted it for a LONG time!" "And that was?" He was going to make her say it. "When I was a little girl in Catholic school, I came home one day, wearing my little uniform --you know the kind they ware, with the plaid skirt? Some men were working on our street. I sat and watched them for a long time. They were. . . black men. Working hard." Julius had just finished washing Debby's breasts now and moved to her pussy. She pushed back even more and spread her legs for his access. "This is a little embarrassing!" "What showering with a black man? Having him wash you? Having your body so aroused for him? Feeling him being aroused by you?" He flexed his legs causing his shaft to ride up and down her ass crack. Debby looked back over her shoulder into his eyes. "No, none of that! I like being naked with you. . . for you!" She turned her head back looking down at his black arms and hands on her slippery white skin. "It's admitting that those black men, sweating in their toil turned me on so. Admitting that to Todd was the hardest thing I've ever done." Julius turned Debby toward him. "Debby, that's been going on for centuries! White ladies lusting for their darky slave studs. Hell, even telling your husband about your desires just over a 100 years ago could'a got the object of your desire whipped or worse. Hell, in some towns, it still could today! Course those doing the whipping and the hanging, didn't think twice 'bout abusing some little nigger girl." "I know; I'm sorry! I hope you don't think..." Debby lost the words. "...That you're trying to make up for all those injustices?" "That thought never occurred to me. . . I couldn't possibly! I doubt anyone could. This doesn't need to be about that, does it?" "Course not, sorry. I just wondered why me?" He pulled her chin up. "I wanted you! I have since the first time I saw you, so I told Todd! I was just saying all that had been simmering for 16 years or so." "Say what? How old were you 5? You can't be more than 21!" "Thanks I think; I was maybe 10. I got really turned on, thinking they could see my panties, looking at their sweaty muscles." Debby looked down. "I pictured them doing nasty things to me." "What kind of nasty things?" pulling her chin up again to look at him. She shrugged, reaching for his massive cock. "Making me touch them; I had no idea what they looked like: penises." She lathered him as he had her. "Them touching me!" She opened her legs for his exploration. "Like this?" His middle finger found her wet slit, moved in easily. She nodded her head 'yes.' His other hand slid down her back, his fingers splitting her butt crease open; stopping at her anus, circling, testing. "And this?" She whimpered, pressing her face on his chest. He slipped a second finger into her pussy, his thumb worked on her clit. "And this?" Again a nod. "You're a tight little girl." Debby thought he was speaking of her pussy. His finger suddenly slipped in her anus. "And nasty like this?" Debby looked up at him, eyes full of lust. "We've never done that." She spread her legs further, letting her weight settle onto his hands and the fingers in her openings. "I'd need to talk to Todd before..." "I can respect that. . . But you and I both know you want to!" Julius pulled his finger from her ass and went to his knees. He maneuvered one of Debby's legs over his shoulder. She leaned back against the wall and watched the handsome black face bury itself in her pussy, his hand supporting her ass, a finger resting on her anus. She clutched at his rock solid black shoulder with her little white hand. She pictured her little anal pucker and wondered, shuttering. "I didn't really want anything to happen without Todd able to see!" "I can respect that too!" He stood. She stood on her toes to kiss him. "Take me to bed and fuck me!" Todd tore his eyes from the unfinished painting and looked yet again at the closed bathroom door. Time for another daiquiri! Todd almost cut the cherry pie they had brought as a welcome gift. Todd chuckled, 'Cherry pie and my wife's little blond fur pie!' Todd laid down on the weight bench. He gripped the weight bar. With his first effort at lifting it from its rests --when it didn't budge-- he looked at the stack of weights on each end. 220# "Shit! I could be killed without a spotter!" He sat up. Debby was at the door, leaning on the frame, knee up, leg swinging, just like before. She was drying her hair with a towel. "You okay, Sweety? I didn't know the door was closed." "I'm fine! You okay?" "Great! How about hitting the daiquiris with the blinder, bring your glass, and come on in here. . . Let us entertain you!" When Todd arrived in the bedroom, Debby was setting cross legged in the middle of the double bed between Julius' outstretched legs. He sat with pillows behind him against the steel headboard. A towel was wrapped around his groin. Their empty daiquiri glasses were on the dresser. Todd filled them, set the pitcher down, and handed them the drinks. Debby had one hand on Julius' Black leg, just above the knee. "You're a fine man, Todd!" Julius said. Todd almost expected to hear the joke line that could follow, 'I don't care what Debby says about you!' But instead Julius, continued, "Pull up a chair ...or piece of bed. Debby tells me this is the first time ya'll have done this. And how you went along for her; that this was your gift to her! Fulfilling her long time fantasy. That's cool man; most husbands wouldn't feel that secure. Here's to you!" He lifted his daiquiri glass in toast. Debby did the same. Todd felt himself blush. He didn't know what to say. Julius continued, "And here's to that road crew back in Kansas City so many years ago; may they fondly remember that little girl and her cotton panties and have at least an inkling of the profound impact they had on her life!" Todd joined the toast. Julius wasn't finished, "And here's to that little girl and the now beautiful, passionate, gutsy woman!" The men tilted their glasses to Debby; now she blushed and slapped Julius' leg playfully. Glasses needed refilled. Todd got the pitcher. Once done, Debby added to the stream of toasts, "And to the love and courage of my husband for sharing his fantasies with me, giving me the strength to do the same... And my undying love for him!" Not to be out done, Todd raised his glass, "And to my wife, for her love, and a most unforgettable day! And to Julius for . . .being. . . available. . . and oh, so capable to fulfill those fantasies!" Debby continued, "And the day's not done! See Sweetheart, Julius has agreed that the rest of the evening can be My gift to you! To REALLY fulfill your fantasy of seeing me with another guy. . . doing anything you wanna see!" She downed the rest of her drink. "I think! If the daiquiris hold out! More! Give me more!" holding out her glass. Julius held his hand next to his mouth and said to Todd in mock secrecy, "I think she wants to be really nasty, but thinks she needs your permission!" Debby slapped his leg for the disclosure! "So tell her, Todd, what do ya wanna see?" Todd didn't know what to ASK for. "Geez! Anything I guess." "Here's a suggestion," Julius volunteered, "How about I get a taste of that sweat little pussy! Would ya like that? To see me eat her?" "Sure! She loves that!" Debby was already rolling her eyes excitedly. Julius was quick! He sat up, pushed one of his pillows, folded behind her butt, pulled her back to her shoulders on the bed and spun himself around to between her legs like a skilled wrestler executing a reversal. His black hands guided her slender white legs out wide. Todd could see her pussy was splaid wide and glistened with her moisture. Her butt was nicely elevated on the folded pillow. Instead of going straight to her pussy, Julius started nipping and tonguing her smooth white inner thighs. Her hands alternated from clutching his head, trying in vane to guide it to her pussy, to clasping his black hands with hers creating an interesting small white hand on large black hand on white inner thigh skin picture, to rubbing her own inner thighs, to actually spreading her vulva further with her fingers in an effort at enticing him to finally eat her. He would get close, she'd pitch her pelvis that direction and he'd quickly move past to the other side. She whimpered! Todd made a mental note: more teasing! Debby throw her arms toward the corners of the headboard above her. She closed her eyes and pictured those velvet ropes from her fantasy restraining her helpless body, her but elevated on the very real pillow and this equally real black man preparing her for a ravishing fuck from his giant black horse cock! Julius flected his tongue at her slit, her clit and when her whimpering approached a sob he finally locked his mouth over her entire opening. Her orgasm was instantaneous! She bucked and jerked and wailed! Julius covered her white abdomen with his black hand, holding her steadier, but not still, accentuating her already pronounced mons pubis. Her juice was spreading on his black checks, chin, her own pubis area and down the sides to the crack of her ass. Debby drifted as Julious licked and nibbled her slowly down. Todd said, "Okay break! I wanna see her explore you orally!" Debby swung up with the agility of a gymnast, grabbed Julius by the arm, and --with his obvious help-- flipped him up on the bed for what she was clearly looking forward to. He still retained the towel somehow, but his erection was VERY evident under it. She laid on the bed her legs hanging off the side opposite from Todd; she wanted him to have a good view. She ran her hand up the outlined shaft and snaked her fingers into the waist tuck of his towel. She didn't immediately remove his wrap, instead she looked up at Todd, gave him a wicked grin and said, "Are you ready for this?" He nodded. "Ummm!" she groaned. "I like unwrapping packages!" She nuzzled her face in the towel next to the obvious shaft. She was teasing all three of them! Todd wanted to yell, 'DO IT!' but didn't. Julius looked amused, patient. He know they had all night. The urgent fuck already taken care of up stairs. Debby put her face against the towel covered protruberance and looked back at Todd. She wanted to see his face, as she finally removed the towel. She slowly did just that; the white towel peeled away leaving the turgid black member against her white check. She held eye contact with Todd as she rolled her face a little to plant a kiss on the vainy shaft. "You like that, don't you?" He asked. "I love it!" she exclaimed as she pulled the head up to her lips to wipe the pearly drop from the slit with her tongue. Debby sat back up and directed Julius into a little different angle, then jumped over one leg and spread them, kneeling between his large black trunks. She was adjusting their position for Todds view. Now she could face the black groin and look at Todd over Julius' hip. She laid down once again on her tummy, her little white hands and face literally full of black male organ. She focused on it. "Hi big fella! What's your name?" She flashed her blue eyes at Julius. "Name? You wanna know what to call my cock?" She nodded her head affirmative with enthusiasm. He chuckled. "Well, so happens, he's been called 'King' and my nuts, 'Juls' as in the King's Jewels! But spelled like my name J-U-L with an S for plural." "Uuu! I love it!" Debby squealed. "And so appropriate! King and King's Juls!" Debby had the shaft in both hands. She lifted it and kissed --quite suitably-- the crown. "Your Majesty!" Todd thought it a little cute if overdone. Debby then laid the phallus against the side of her head, her blond hair immediately caressing it and sticking to its moist surface, dropped her hands to the black leathery scrotum and hefted the sac as if weighing it. Debby flashed a lustful look at Todd, then Julius. She dipped her head and kissed each egg size ball in turn. "Okay juls, you guys work'n overtime in there? Debby wants some more before she goes home!" She laved the whole sac with her tongue with special attention to the creases at his thighs, under the shaft and the sac itself. Debby looked up at Julius, then Todd and, pumping the shaft with both hands, said, "I love this! It's even better than all my dreams and fantasies about black men!" This said with the flaring purple black and chocolate crown right at her mouth. She opened wide and plunged her head down on the bloated black penis keeping eye contact the whole time with Todd. Several strokes up and down with her mouth and both hands, had King well lubed. On the next in stroke Debby let her eyes roll back, then flutter closed as she pushed it into the opening of her throat. She gagged, pulled back, took a deep breath through her nose, and tried again. Same result. Julius said, "Chil, you don't hav'ta take it all that way!" "But I want to!" Debby gasped. She tried again; Same result, though she seemed to fight off the gag a little longer this time. Todd gave counsel, "Debby, you need to practice and take that slow so you don't hurt one of ya! Why don't ya just fuck now?" She pulled her mouth off of the spittle wet shaft, a thick string connected her mouth to it. "Okay, we'll practice at home!" Todd liked that idea. Julius moved Debby to her back. He pushed the folded pillow under her hips once more. Debby looked rapidly from Julius to Todd to the mighty black shaft, bobbing toward her groin and back to Todd again. She reached out her hand to him, "Hold my hand while he fucks me! And help me watch it go in, okay!" She pulled him up next to her shoulder were he could raise her head and shoulders a little to watch. She was getting more excited, anticipating her fuck. She looked up at Julius and said in an urgent, lusting voice, "Fuck me good! Okay Juls? Fuck me really good! Okay? Really hard!" "Okay baby! Really hard and good and deep too! You want that, baby?" "Oh yah! Deeeeeeeeeep tooooo!" And he was. In one smooth, not overly fast stroke. She was still loose from earlier, and well lubed from all the sex play. Debby clutched Todd's hand until he thought there was no blood left in it. With a deep whoosh she breathed again. Debby and Todd watched as Julius pulled back; her tight ring of flesh clinging like a rubber band to his shaft, it almost looked like her vagina was being drawn out of her. Back in-out-in-out. Adjusting, more lubrication. Julius shifted up a little, the top of his knobby shaft racked the bud of her clitoris. Debby exploded! It was basically unannounced to the men, though she was obviously excited. Debby knew however, from the first touch of that black dick head to her pink and crimsim pussy that her orgasm wasn't far. Now it racked her with spazmic shocks. Sense her eyes were clinched closed, Todd let her head back to the bed. She whimpered, bucked, and ground her pussy onto the invading shaft. Julius held the black king still, supporting his weight on his arms. Debby used the pillow under her hips as a pivot to pitch her pelvis up and down the ebony pole. Her head thrashed from side to side. She still held Todd's hand and he could feel her tremble. "Shiiiiiit!" she hissed through her teeth. She slowed some. Julius began moving his hips up and down a little, assuming some of the motion from Debby, but keeping counter time with her, elongating the stroke. When her hips were up, his down, his tight black curls mashing her own sparse blond ones, matted a darker color with the juices of arousal. Then when her hips pitched down, his were up to where the first couple of inches remained in her, the top of his shinny wet black shaft prying up slightly against her engorged clitoral bud. His black cock was not only wet, it was streaked with creamy lub juices from both of them. Todd recalled the frothing that had occurred upstairs earlier as Julius carried Debby around impaled on his shaft, her own weight causing them to slap together with such force it was almost splashing. He could tell it was going to be at least as sloppy this time. "Debby, look how wet your getting!" Todd held her head up a little. Debby could see, not only the creamy streaks, but a gooey ring of juice building up around the base of Juls' black root, marking the depth to which he was penetrating. She whimpered! She released Todd's hand. Debby reached with both hands to their coupling sex and with the next out stroke followed the black shaft, dragging her hands back down it after first gathering as much creamy lub as she could in her fingers. She raked her fingers through her open vulva, dragging across her clit and pubic mond, then on up her abdomen to each breast, wetting the nipples with the thick juices. Her fingers then thrust into her own mouth. She sucked as if dieing of thirst and given a piece of cactus meat. Julius grunted at the show and continued to drive king into her. "Yah! That's it baby, cobble that stuff!" Debby's hands made several more trips to her mouth. "You like this black meat don't ya, baby?" "Oh YES! I LOVE IT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH THAT BLACK COCK! FASTER!" Julius was happy to comply. Todd sat back a little in awe of the sexual power driving into Debby. He could feel the force though the mattress they all shared. What was the most amazing was Debby's thirst for it! Her hunger for it! She wanted it all. As Jul's speed increased, so did Debby's breathing, her trashing, and her grunting with each impact. Also increasing was the spread of her legs. It was subtle at first but now they were stretched out straight to each side, elevated. Her feet were just as straight with a downward curl to her toes. With each thrust her legs were coming back further and further. Her pelvis pitched up a little more. She was transforming into the vessel, the receptacle for the black phallus of her dream. Todd reached out slowly and took her ankles in each hand, helping her spread her legs even further, helping her accept the plunging black shaft into her tender white pussy! He wished he had undone his shorts. Why hadn't he gotten naked too? The sound in the room was beginning to echo. Wet slapping of balls to ass checks, the grunting of the rutting couple, the rapid breathing of all three, and the creaking of the bed all blinded in the urgent musical rhythm of sex! Sex in the primordial, sex rapidly approaching orgasm! Debby who seemed to be lost in continuous orgasm, felt the burgeoning swell of King's impending explosion. She began a communication she wanted clear. Each word interspersed with her grunts and breathing synced with the impacts to her cervix. "Empty . . .Juls . . .into . . .me! CUM . . . DEEP . . .in . . . MEEEEeeee!" After several more hard slaps, Juls stopped, in deep. Debby gripped the black hips, holding her sex tight against his pelvic bone. Todd could see no overt action. If his view had been different he would have seen the "Juls" pull up tight to the base of King's root. He would have seen the pulsing twitch as it started. Todd's only signal was Debby's, "Uh Uh Uh, Oh YES!" followed by a body wide jerking of Julius' muscles. Julius whaled, "OH SHIIIIIIIIIT!" and jerked several more times before holding still once again. Perspiration dripped from him onto Debby. The only sound was their breathing. Todd groaned himself as he squirted into his shorts. He hated that. He knew the rest of the evening would be uncomfortable for him. Probably embarrassing too if it soaked through and made a wet spot on his shorts. He hoped Debby would be ready to go home soon. He released her ankles and she slowly lowered her legs. Julius began to withdraw from Debby. The sensation of moving through her clinging pussy caused him to shutter, once again driving deep! Debby and Julius moaned their pleasure. He pulled out slowly, this time all the way. The last was almost with a pop as he pushed back on his heels. Debby pulled one leg across in front of Julius and held it tightly to her other, her hips turned to the side a little. It wasn't just modesty, she wanted to hold as much of his load as she could. Debby motioned for Juls to bring his cock to her and pulled on his hips. She gave a muffled groan as her mouth engulfed his shaft, cleaning it of their juices. Her checks went concave as she drew the dregs of his cum from his tube. As much as Todd wanted to watch Debby's continuing depravity cleaning Julius' messy black genitalia, Todd was very conscious of a spreading mess of his own. He got up to take advantage of the vacant bathroom, deciding the sooner he started cleaning up the better. As Debby continued to lave Julius' cock and balls of their juices, she was aware that Todd had left the bed; she figured he was simply going to the bathroom to relieve himself one way or another. She resolved to give Todd a loving he wouldn't forget when they got home. Julius stroked her disheveled blonde hair as she washed him with her tongue. He whispered, "You like that black dick cum, don't you baby?" She whimpered "Um uh!" amazing even herself at her continued arousal. It wasn't that she wasn't sedated --she was-- she had just wanted this so long, now she didn't want it to end. Julius put his hand at her closed crotch and signaled with a tapping of his fingers on her closed inner thighs to open up for him. Debby wasn't sure what he wanted, but wasn't going to deny him either. She opened her legs, looking down at what he was going to do. Debby saw and felt his cupped fingers scup through her sodden pussy. His fingers carried at least a table spoon of cummy fuck goo. "Here baby, let Juls'll help ya be nasty!" he whispered. He brought his cupped fingers to her lips. She wrapped her hand around his, whimpered, and took the thick stew into her mouth. "Nothing like whipcream desert, is their, baby?" Yes, she did love it! She guided his fingers back for another load, making a nasty show of it for him. Debby closed her legs again just before Todd returned. She wondered if he would have enjoyed the show he missed. Why not; he'd been a great sport up to now, helping her indulge in her long time fantasy. Juls was up making his way to the bathroom. Todd couldn't help but look at his nearly flacid dark penis. In its current state it was still bigger than Todd's. He wondered if Debby would ever again look at his own with the passion she once did. Juls caught Todd's glance and said, "You're a lucky man, Todd. That's one hot lady! I hope you liked the show; remember that was for you!" "Thanks! I know. She is special, isn't she?" Then Todd thought to himself, 'He's right! That was for me!' He smiled at Debby. Debby stayed on the bed, but pulled the pillow out from under her hips. "Do you know what happened to my panties, Sweetheart? Are you ready to go home?" He took her hand. She whispered, "I love you!" "Love you too, Baby!" He looked around. "Yes. Panties? I think they're in the living room with your dress. I'll get them." Juls was just coming out of the bath room. "Hay! You guys got to have some pie before you go! How about some coffee with it?" Todd looked back around at Debby. She nodded yes. He was glad he'd cleaned up some. He decided it wasn't worth worrying about a wet stain on his pants. "Some coffee and pie for desert sounds good!" Juls and Debby smiled at each other, loving the desert reference. Todd had some desert of his own on his mind as he retrieved her panties and sundress. He hoped Debby would be in the mood at home. The pie was great. They told jokes and laughed and got better acquainted. Todd was glad Juls --they both called him that now-- was a really nice guy. Todd figured a jerk of a black stud that had just fucked your wife like you never could, could make great fun of belittling you. Juls wasn't like that. Debby made eating a piece of cherry pie a sensuous act. Juls said, "I'm sorry I don't have any whipped cream for your cherry pie." Debby just about spit her last bite out in laughter recalling her desert just moments ago. After they had another cup of coffee, Debby said, "We better be going. And Juls, thanks for the tour. . . and everything!" She batted her eyes at him. Debby almost said something about getting together again but decided she better talk to Todd about it first. "It was my pleasure, believe me! Come for another visit anytime!" Todd almost said he was sure they would but figured he better talk to Debby first. "Thanks Juls, for everything!" They shook hands, a look of genuine mutual appreciation was exchanged. Debby felt chilly in the cool night sea breeze. They were quiet until Todd asked, "Well, did it live up to the fantasy?" "You know it did! Thank you! I'll always remember this... and love you for giving it to me?" She pulled his arm around her slender waist and held his hand tightly on her hip. She was a little sore walking. "Todd, when we get home, would you do something for me? Something I've thought about for a long time. Another fantasy. . ." They were almost there. Todd wondered what it could be. "What baby?" He secretly hoped she'd ask him to eat her well fucked pussy; the thought made his cock stir in the dankness of his cummy undershorts. "If you don't think it's too nasty. . . Would you fuck me in the ass?" Todd almost laughed out load. "THAT I think I can handle, Baby! You're a surprise a minute; that's one of MY long time fantasies!" Debby smiled. She could have said, 'I knew that!' but didn't. Debby then asked, "How about we have Juls over for dinner tomorrow?" As soon as the door closed Todd made the call. No small feat given Debby was working his pants down. "Juls? . . . Todd here. . . Great! You? . . . Super. . . Hay, the reason for the call: Debby would like to have your cum for dinner. . .er, I mean we'd both really like for you to come to dinner tomorrow evening? . . Great! About sevenish then. . . Well, just a minute." then to Debby, "He wants to know what he could fix?" Debby shuck her head no, then smiled and made a male-jacking-cock motion at her groin. "She says just bring you! . . Just some steaks off the grill. . . Salad. . . Potato. . . Okay, that would work if you insist. Looking forward to it. . . Okay I will! Later." Debby had a pleased look on her face. "Well, What did he say?" "We're on for 7. He's going to bring a gourmet salad. . . And he said to tell you he'd bring the whipped cream for your pie." Debby almost bit her mouthful to keep from laughing. She didn't need to; Todd knew exactly what the 'private' joke was. He almost laughed himself. Implementing his first lesson from Juls --take it slow, tease a lot-- Todd made great ceremony out of pulling Debby's panties off her well fucked pussy. He was a little surprised a river of cum didn't gush out, but figured it had drained in her panties walking home. . . and the guy had cum once already. Todd spent some time eating her. Then she practiced taking him root deep without gagging. Debby also licked Todd's ass for the first time. A signal to Todd for the main event to begin. Todd piled some pillows in the center of the bed. He said, "We ought to have some lubrication of some kind." Debby jumped up and retrieved some KY she kept hid with a black dildo in a box in the closet. She smiled to herself, remembering that for about a year now, she had kind'a hoped he'd find that and make her confess her long suppressed desire for black cock. Now she thought, she no longer needed to hide it, and if things went well, she wouldn't need the rubber one either. Todd was very gentle. Debby discovered yet another thing about herself: she did like anal sex. But she had real doubts about anyone as large as Juls ever doing her that way.

Vic S. as told by Debby & Todd Todd and Debby both woke with the impression that their dreams had been filled with black cocks, but neither could put together a specific dream scenario so it wasn't mentioned. Actually Todd woke Debby by eating her still wet pussy. Her pubic hair was still matted in places but dry. The taste was strong of sex musk; Todd loved it. Debby at first responded with signs of renewed arousal, but then as the sleep and remnants of a dream left her brain she pushed him away from her pussy. Todd didn't know what to make of the rejection at first, but Debby was quick to turn the tables on him and engulf his morning hard-on into her loving mouth. Todd tried to maneuver them into a 69 but Debby would not let him. She stopped her sucking only long enough to say, "I love you eating me --maybe too much! If it's okay, just let me suck you off. . . it'll turn me on even more. . . I'd like to be on a sexual edge all day. If you eat me, I'll cum and may not be as horny later as I want to be! Okay?" Todd understood immediately; Debby had decided today was the day she was gunna get fucked by a black man! And she wanted that sexual edge, that need, to be strong to see her through. Todd let the images of her with Julius H. Washington flood in and it was only a few moments before he was flooding in her mouth. She moaned her approval and gulped his seed, swallowing quickly, until it was just a dribble. She tried to hold the last partial mouthful to savor it's flavor and consistency. Debby wanted to remember so she'd have a point of reference if she got to drink from Julius's black cock. Todd knew what she was doing. "Do ya think his will be different?" Debby swallowed one last time, snacking her lips. As she rose to head for the toilet and shower she said over her shoulder, "I don't know, but I'm looking forward to finding out! Join me in the shower?" "I thought you didn't want me touching you." Todd called after her. "Don't you dare think that! I just don't want you to make me cum, that's all!" Todd heard the toilet flush and shower start. Debby was already in the shower when he got there; he stood to piss in the toilet bowl. He was tempted to flush, but didn't because he knew if she had the water adjusted toward hot, it could scald her! As they showered they discussed the possibilities that Julius may not go along with being her fantasy fulfillment, he may not be able to get it up with Todd there or just not want Todd around, and other scenarios that basically said, 'reality may not live up to expectation!' They both decided it was just one of the risks and they'd deal with whatever happened. If they needed to, Debby would take Julius without Todd there. . . or figure out a way to be able to hide him somewhere he could see. Todd actually said he'd prefer they do it in their own bed while he watched, either openly or covertly. Debby thought she knew why, but wasn't going to worry about such logistics now; tonight was gunna be just for her, if she couldn't get him out'a the lighthouse and home to her bed. . . well maybe next time. They changed the bed and did some basic house keeping. Todd suggested that they go shopping for a new provocative outfit for Debby. She agreed noting that she wanted to get some makings for a cherry pie to take as a welcoming gift. Todd said, "Don't you think you're pussy pie is enough of a welcoming gift?" "It's not cherry!" "He may be hung so big, you'll think you might as well have been!" Debby felt her pussy get moister, and she shuttered inside at the thought! It took them long enough to find an outfit, but it was fun and added to the 'sexual edge' Debby wanted. It needed to be reveling, provocative, feminine, and sexy, all without coming off too slutty. It was a gauzy sun dress --this was the later 60's after all-- that hung loose and hit Debby mid-thigh. It was an off white and in the whole very much see-thru; the designers intent was that it be worn over a bathing suit or tank top and shorts. Debby would go bare breasted and with only a pair of hip hugger panties. It would make her feel rather naked and she liked the utterly provocative feeling. Debby spend about two hours baking pies, one to take to the lighthouse as a welcoming gift. She found the activity helped settle the butterflies in her stomach. Debby and Todd took a long scented bubble bath. He washed her slowly, tenderly, lovingly! Little was said. They were both comfortable with their love, commitment, and the decision that Debby was going to experience a cock other than Todd's for the first time. Not just any cock, a black cock, hopefully a big black cock. Debby would have Todd shampoo her hair in a few minutes. For now she was enjoying his holding her in the warm bath water, his gentle tweaking of her nipples and occasional light caress of her pussy. He'd been doing both off and on since she told him she wanted to be on a sexual edge all day. Todd marveled at how swollen her pussy lips were, spread like flower peddles. She whispered, "It's been like that all day. And wet too! Really wet!" "Debby, what if he's so big, he won't fit?" "I'm not nearly as concerned about that as I am he might reject me!" "Somehow I'm sure that won't happen." "Todd, if it does, promise me something: we can still do it. . . That we'll find another good looking black guy to fuck me!" "I promise." Todd shampooed Debby's hair and she worked on it for about 45 minutes. Just the slightest bit of make-up and a little cologne and she was ready to get dressed. White hip hugger panties, the gauzy off white see-thru sun dress, sandals, and her jewelry created just the provocative, yet feminine look they were after. "Wow! You look great!" "I feel naked!" "And sexy?" "Yes, and sexy! I love you!" "I love you too! Shall we get the pie?" It wasn't quite 4 pm and Debby was immediately scared that some friend or neighbor would drive by and see her in her near nakedness as they walked the 100 yards up to the lighthouse. At least the only car at the lighthouse was Julius's black Camero; Debby would have retreated home if there had been any indication of other visitors. The closer they got the more aggressive the butterflies were in Debby's stomach. She held on to Todd's arm for strength and guidance. Debby was very aware of her hard nipples and loved the feeling of the gauzy fabric grassing across them. As they entered the walk at the base of the tower, Debby was simultaneously relieved to have made it without a passer-by seeing her and frozen in her tracks at the reality that Julius would see her nakedness in just a few seconds. "Todd! I don't know if I can. . ." "Hay! You all come for the special tour?" Julius called form the door. "Yah, if the offer is still good?" Todd responded taking Debby's arm and guiding her the last 20 feet. "You bet! Is that for me?!" referring to the pie in Todd's hand. Debby thought, 'Yah! And so am I!' "You bet! Hope you like cherry!" Todd extended his hand for a hand shake. "Debby made it for you." "Who doesn't like cherry?" Julius's glance had shifted to Debby. He made no attempt to hide his pleased expression. He took her hand and kissed it. His eyes shot to Todd; Julius' expression was one of total appreciation for the beauty of Todd's wife. Todd spook with his eyes and slight nod of his head, non-verbally confirming the question on Julius' face, 'Yes, her display is purposeful and for your enjoyment!' Julius shifted back to Debby, but did not release her hand, "Thank you so much for the pie. . . and the visit! You've made my day! "Please come in and have something to drink before the grand tour." Debby's heart raced and she felt flushed. She had a rush she hadn't had since that night almost 5 years ago when she knew she was going to loose her cherry to Todd before the evening was out. Debby inspected the broad shoulders of the black man who lead her by the hand into the lighthouse. He wore those white shorts that weren't quite tight enough, a sleeveless white pullover, and deck shoes. He was very muscular in arms, shoulders, and thighs, and VERY black. And oh those buns! Debby licked her lips and realized her mouth was dry. "What can I get you? Beer, ice tea, soda, I make a mean daiquiri?" "Beer would be great for me." Todd said as they were led into the private quarters that occupied about half of the first floor of the tower and the code style addition to one side. "Would daiquiris be a bother?" Debby asked her voice almost cracking with tension. "No trouble at all, I'm glad that's what you want, I was wanting one myself!" Julius kept flashing glances at Debby, taking in her beauty. She felt naked. . . and loved it! "Please pardon my mess." Todd wondered what mess he was referring to; just half a day at home without Debby and Todd could make a mess! Debby tore her attention from Julius and looked over his quarters. Where in her dream she saw dark paneling and heavy masculine furniture, the interior of the lighthouse was white-washed stone and metal, government surplus furniture. She chuckled to herself; nothing like reality! On one side was a workout bench and a set of weights. On the other, by some large windows, a painter's easel was setup; Debby wanted to take a look. As she worked her way over toward the easel, Debby could see that the window provided a view of the beach that stretched to the horizon from below the cliffs. As Debby rounded the easel she was immediately taken with the painting in progress. It was a nude woman or girl, a blond, setting on a towel on the beach. It lacked detail of face or nipples or hands. Based on the size of the subjects breasts --small-- it could have easily been Debby herself! She could tell he was good. Part of her wanted Todd to come see; another part wasn't sure if that was a good idea. The noise of the blinder got Debby's attention. Julius was watching her. Todd had apparently changed his mind and was going for a daiquiri; three glasses were arranged on the counter. Julius turned off the blinder. "I'm not very good. . . I just like to dabble." "It is good! Who is she?" Debby asked. Todd took two daiquiri glasses and headed toward Debby and the painting. "Oh. . . no one in particular. Just a fantasy girl on the beach." "It's very sensuous! Look Todd!" He was almost there and was obviously going to look anyway. "Wow! That is good! That could be you, Sweets!" "Don't be silly!" "No! It could be!" "I'm afraid I'm not as good with facial details as I'd like. I think I'm going to have her feeding a gull, right in here." Julius had come over and now made a motion to a bare area of canvas in front of the girl. "You should have Debby model for you. . . if a model would help with the details. . . That is really good! Have you done others we can see?" Debby felt herself flush. She liked the idea of being naked in front of this man. "The ships over there. . . and a couple in the bedroom. All nautical stuff. This is the first nude I've done in a while." "Well, like I said, if you need a model, I bet Debby would..." "Todd!" Debby felt social etiquette required a protest even though she would do it right now if he asked! "Well you would!" Julius watched the exchange with amusement. "It's not for you to volunteer me. . . Besides he may not want a skinny thing like me!" "Well, pardon me for jumping in here, but you'd make a lovely model... I could just use your face. . . It's that of an angel you know!" Debby blushed and looked down shyly. She was suddenly aware of the moisture between her legs. "You guys are embarrassing me! Where is the powder room?" "Right through there and to your left. Again pardon the mess." "No problem," Debby said as she made her way toward the door he pointed to. It was his bedroom. Debby once again chuckled as she looked at the steel tubular headboard, remembering the heavy turned post from her dream. She found the bath, but no mess, unless the towel hung over the wooden shower stall door counted. Debby assumed it was his towel from an earlier shower. She pulled it to her face and inhaled; it smelled masculine. Back in the main living area Todd wished he could just ask 'What do ya think of my sexy wife?' After a moment of small talk, Julius answered Todd's unspoken question as if it had been asked, "I must say, your wife is a beautiful creature! I hope you don't mind me saying that . . . or noticing!" "Don't be silly! She would pose nude for you, you know!" "I'd be lying if I said that would be anything less than a dream come true! Would it upset you if I asked her?" "It might upset me if you didn't! She's very attracted to you!" Julius gave a 'who me?' look. "It's true! She dressed like that for you. . . And I want her to have anything she wants. . ." "Are you saying. . ." Debby walked back into the room. She knew something was up by the looks of the men's faces. Todd said a single word, "Yes." Debby picked up her daiquiri and asked, "When does this tour start?" "Right now, my lady, if you're ready." He gestured for them to go back into the main hall. The adjoining rooms held much junk, tackle for rigging the outside of the tower for paint jobs, etc. A flight of stairs lead to the second floor, more storage. The third floor was divided into two rooms. Julius explained that years ago a sea rescue patrol was stationed here. Above the third floor the tower had narrowed considerably and the stair now spiraled the outside wall. Debby and Todd realized that Julius bringing up the rear had an excellent view up Debby's short sun dress, and was enjoying every second of it! Debby was getting wetter by the minute and knew the wet spot had to be noticeable to the black hunk! The last flight of steps was very steep. Debby was glad Julius was right behind her. His face was almost even with her crotch; she wondered if he could smell her arousal. She wanted a look at his groin so bad! They emerged through a trap door on the light level and Debby gasped at the view! "Wow! I guess I should have realized the view would great!" Debby exclaimed. Julius spent a few minutes explaining the light mechanism and how it had been oil, but was converted to electric in the 40's. Todd found a pair of binoculars and was scanning the beach and houses. "Oh look, is that the airport on the mainland? I never knew it was that close." Julius moved close to Debby and was pointing out various landmarks. Suddenly none of it mattered. Debby inhaled his masculine scent. She felt the heat from his body only inches away. As he pointed to something and said meaningless words she leaned into him, literally melting her nipples to his side and her bare white leg to his hairy black one. It was as if the whole world was blotted out by a foggy vale as Debby put her hand on his washboard abdomen above his waist band. She looked up into his deep brown eyes. He glanced at Todd then bent to kiss her. She didn't close her eyes for fear that she'd wake and it would all be a dream. She yielded her mouth to his tongue and her legs got weak, feeling like Jell-O. As he broke off the kiss, Debby leaned her head into his chest. She saw her hand pulling his shirt from his waist band but didn't remember telling it to do so. She felt his hand in her hair. Her own hand had his shirt up far enough she could turn to his bare chest and kiss his dark crimson nipple, almost a dimple in the muscled landscape and gray-black hair. She felt his other hand wrap around her waist and pull her tightly to him. She heard herself whimper. His hand in her hair pulled her face up to look at his. She tried to make the words come out that Todd had told her to say. Her mouth refused to function. Her legs were gone now, like melted jell-o. All that held her up was the strength of his hand holding her to himself. She tried her mouth again looking up at him, "I . . . I want. . ." that's all she could say, but he apparently understood. He let her slide down his body. Somehow her hand had undone his waist band and zipper; once again she didn't remember. Todd was looking through the binoculars with Debby and Julius nearby one second and the next they were gone, apparently on around the huge light assembly to look out of the ocean side of the light tower. Todd made his way to follow them and stopped dead in his tracks. It was happening. Debby and Julius were exchanging tongues in a passionate kiss. She pulled and tugged at his shirt, baring his dark muscular flesh. Her white hands looked so small and dainty against his taut black skin. They broke the kiss. Julius gave Todd a look like he too was surprised by the turn of events. Todd smiled reassuringly realizing Julius had maneuvered them to this side of the tower not to hide anything from him, but from the island and road approaching the tower. Todd's pulse raced with the realization that it was indeed going to happen. Up until now, there had been a chance she wouldn't follow through, but now. . . Debby was on her knees now in front of this towering black man. Her hand struggled with his shorts and boxers trying to get them down the tree trunk legs together. Something was blocking her progress. She pushed her face into his groin inhaling deeply. Sparks were going off in her head urging the fabric that separated her from his massive stock to get out of the way. She could feel it! Its size! Its yielding firmness! She could smell it! Almost taste it! She felt totally uncoordinated. She whimpered. One of his hands once again left her head. Oh, it was helping her! OH YESS! OH GOD! IT'S HUGE! The thick black shaft almost smacked Debby in the face when it sprang free from the waist band of his boxers. Debby immediately nuzzled her face back into his groin, this time nothing was in her way as she pushed her nose into the tight thatch of his course curls. One of her dainty white hands hugged it to the side of her face. Her white fingers didn't reach all the way around it! Not even in Debby's imagination had she pictured a black cock so thick. It was longer than Todd's too. She would measure it another time: 1/4 inch shy of 10" and 7-1/4 inches in circumference! For now she could think of nothing but kissing it, worshipping it, taking it into her being, first her mouth, then --if it would fit-- her pussy. She pulled back a little to look at it. The crown flared out like the hood on an angry lizard. It was a deep coco color. The slit in the center was big, much bigger than Todd's. A pearl colored drop appeared in the slit and hung there. Debby whimpered and wiped the drop with her tongue. As she covered the head with her mouth all the pent up passion of 16 years of fantasies poured out. She had to have it in her! All of it; nothing less would do. It hurt her jaw to be open this far, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but this cock and her possession of it! She shoved her head forward on it. Tears filled her eyes. It was in the back of her throat. She pulled on his hips. She wished he'd use his hands to help her fuck her throat with it. She pulled back a little, then shoved again. Her gag reflexes raked her body; it scared her. She pulled back, tried to relax, and shoved forward again. It would go no further; she held it there, rotating her head as if to screw it deeper. Suddenly she had to get completely naked! With one hand she tried to hold up her sun dress and pull her panties down. The other hand was busy holding Julius' ass so he'd stay at the entrance to her throat. She whimpered in her frustration to get naked and swallow this black cock god. She gagged again and some spittle came out her nose. Julius' hands pulled her off his cock. Other hands were helping her get her panties off; it was Todd! She'd almost forgot. She tried to get her mouth back on the cock. Julius pulled her up. Spittle ran from her chin; she licked her lips, savoring his flavor. He whispered to her in the sexiest voice she'd ever heard, "Time for more of that in a while, sweetheart! Come here now, let Julius take care of you!" Todd was in awe! It was obvious Debby was out of control. She was red as a beet trying to swallow that black monster. He couldn't believe she's taken as much as she did. Now he could see her frustration. Todd was concerned that Julius wouldn't fit in Debby's tight white pussy and that would frustrate her beyond belief. He wished he could do something for her. Helping her shed her panties and steady her while she got the dress off was the best he could do. Hands were all over her; Julius', Todd's, her own. She stepped out of her panties and raised her arms for the removal of the sun dress. She looked at her chest and the black hand that covered her white tit flesh; she loved the contrast. She was dizzy. Why wouldn't they put her down so she could spread her legs for him? She felt drunk. Julius pulled her to him mashing his thickness between them. It felt to Debby that it was almost between her little tits. She kissed his chest; she was glad his shirt was gone. Strong hands lifted her by her hips. She slid up the shaft; it raked her pubic hair and the top of her flared lips. Her white legs wrapped around his black waist, hooking over his hips. Her arms went around his neck. His strong black hands cupped her white ass checks. Debby kissed him hard, forcing her tongue into his mouth! Debby hunched her thighs down, lifting her body far enough the thick man flesh that had been trapped between her pubic bone and his own stomach slipped free. Now when she settled down she was literally setting on the dark log. She could wiggle on it feeling it getting wetter from her splayed open pussy. Todd had stepped back again. Just before she was lifted to Julius' hips, Todd noticed a trickle of pussy juice running down her inner thigh; he'd never seen anything like that before. The contrast of her white arms and legs around his blackness and his black hands on her white ass was awesome. Probably the most provocative thing Todd had ever seen. He handled her effortlessly. Julius' arms were as large as Debby's thighs. Todd was sure, at 100 pounds, she weighed less than half what Julius did. Todd could read the urgency of Debby's hunching the shaft between her legs. She was getting it very wet. Debby was hunching the full length of the log like seat that splayed her pussy and ass crack. The whole area felt absolutely slippery. If it could be done, now was the time. She'd been kissing him all over his face and neck and ears. She pulled herself up and whispered in his ear, "Please! Now! Fuck me!" Julius lifted her gently. Debby lined up her pussy opening. Julius dipped his hips down and back a little, thus raising the angle of his cock. This was it. Debby whimpered. None of them breathed. As the head pushed her inner lips apart Debby opened her eyes and looked sideways. Todd was there, his cock in his hand. Without saying a word she communicated 'I love you for this!' and Todd understood. She let herself lower onto the thick intruder. Her eyes rolled back into her head as white hot flashes shot through her. She felt herself sinking onto to the thick male flesh. Debby squealed! Julius lifted her a bit. She squirmed back. She took more this time. Todd squatted down to where his view was from behind Debby and up into the high contrast union. Her ass crack was held wide open by Julius' large black hands on her buns. Her pussy stretched grotesquely around the thick black shaft. Her little anus alternately looked distended and puckered as Julius and Debby worked her sex up and down on his. Debby leaned in to bury her face in Julius' shoulder, muffling her cry, "Aarrrrggghhh! Ooooohhhhh!!! Gggggooooooooddddddd! Cuummmminng!" Debby's thigh muscles trembled visibly. Julius held her still on his cock. She'd taken all but 2-1/2 inches. Todd could see the muscles around her anus spasm! He wanted to jump up and feel it, kiss it! Todd knew it was her first 'no-doubt-about-it' penile induced orgasm! He also knew at that instant their lives had changed forever! Debby lifted herself a little, then dropped with a grunt and a squeal. Then again. And again! Deeper! Deeper still! Deeper and faster! Again and again. Her legs were flailing now, up and far out to Julius' sides. Her entire weight was driving her womb onto the solid black shaft! Taking it all now! Faster still! Squeals loader, almost a constant crying. On and on it went. Todd was struck with how frothy their sex had become; they had worked up a lather that covered his whole groin and Debby's too! Todd grabbed Debby's panties and filled the crotch with his cum, jacking to the sound of their slap-slap! Debby impaled herself again and again on the huge black shaft; at times it appeared Julius was merely steadying her, that her entire weight rode his shaft. She was slamming herself on it! Julius said in a deep voice, "Gunna cum, sweetheart, where do you want it?" Debby whispered in his ear between gasps, "My mouth, please!" In a flash he'd swung her to the floor and stood over her. She pumped with both hands. He covered hers with his and the black prick gushed into her open mouth! She covered his jerking crown with her mouth. Debby whimpered and swallowed again and again. "Ssshhhiiiittttt!" Julius howled at the ceiling. He jerked several times, almost in pain. Debby gurgled on his pulsing black cock. Her cheeks swelled with juice. She swallowed again. She gagged and a sperm bubble came out her nose; some ran down her chin as she recovered. She sucked some more. Then it was over. Julius helped her up to wobbly legs. She used her hand to clean her chin into her mouth. Todd looked at Debby's pussy expecting to see a gapping hole. Gooey fluid dripped from it; there was a pool on the floor. Julius steadied Debby. He looked at his watch. "Shit! I got to get the light fired up!" They all laughed! Debby knew that she had just received the fucking of her life! Todd knew their lives had just changed forever! Their marriage redefined! Julius knew he was late getting the light fired up! He'd gathered his clothes and rushed for the stairs. He went down the spiral stairs several at a time, mostly sliding the rail, naked, his wet, glistening phallus slapping his legs. He called back through the trap door to the light level, "Don't be looking at the light assembly! Better yet, get off that level within about 45 seconds!" Debby and Todd looked at each other --she was still wobbly, leaning on the railing preventing one from getting in the way of the large rotating lens assembly-- and both said at the same time, "Shit!" Todd bent and picked up Debby's sundress. He still had her panties in his hand and she still wore her leather sandals. When he looked up and reached out a hand to hustle her down a level, she had just scooped a gob of pearly ejaculate from her left breast with her finger. She gave him a coy smile and slipped the finger in her sodden mouth. She smacked her slips a little and said, "I hope you liked that as much as I did!" She took his hand and together they rushed for the stair opening. In doing so they had to go back around to the island side of the tower. They both realized that if someone in the area was glancing at the light tower they would have had an unobstructed, if distant, view of a naked blond gal being lead around the glass light enclosure. And if they'd been watching awhile would have seen a naked black man only a few 10s of seconds sooner. And if watching through binoculars or telescope, well... The whole idea excited Debby and Todd some how! When they got to the stair opening, Todd stopped and opened the gate, automatically waiting for her to go first. When she didn't, he realized the courtesy wasn't appropriate here; it would be better in numerous ways for him to be in front of her going down the steep spiral stairs, not the least of which was the safety he would provide her in the decent. They had progressed only a few steps when the whirring sound of the rotating mechanism started. Debby clutched Todd's shoulder! They looked back and could tell the light wasn't yet on. Todd suddenly felt clumsy and with too few hands. He wanted to give Debby one, hold her sundress, keep one on the railing, and keep his pants from falling down. "You okay? Time to reorganize!" She giggled as he leaned his shoulder into her naked legs and hip. "A little woozy yet, I guess, like I've got rubber legs! Damn! That was a good fuck! I hope you don't hate me!" Todd had flipped her dress over his shoulder, buttoned his pants, and then turned his head to kiss her hip. "I know, Sweetheart! And of course I don't hate you! I wanted this too!" He turned to face her and took her hips to rotate her to him. "Now let's see you. Are you okay?" Debby understood and spread her legs in front of him as much as the steep stairs would allow. Her normally silky blonde pubic hair was wet and matted and she had reddened areas inside her thighs from her "ride." Her outer lips looked red and swollen, still splayed open wide. The inner area of glistening coral and crimson certainly looked no worse for the fucking she'd received. Todd was almost surprised her inner lips weren't gaping open from the vagina stretching he'd witnessed just moments ago. As if she could read his mind Debby said, "What did you expect, the Lincoln Tunnel?" She put both hands in his hair, trusting he'd prevent her from falling. Todd looked up into her sparkling eyes. "The Julius tunnel maybe! Does it hurt? Are you sore?" She rustled his hair. "I'm okay! Really! I can tell I've just been fucked . . .and it's still spasming a little yet!" She rolled her eyes as one started at that instant. Todd's eyes widened as he peered into her vagina and saw --he thought-- a little quiver followed by a ripple in her butt checks and inner thigh muscles. He felt Debby clutch his head. As he looked back up at her face, she was just releasing her lower lip from her teeth. Todd had a pang of uneasiness about the strength of the sexual power Debby had experienced. The uncertain implications of it! Debby could read the current of emotion rushing through Todd. She tilted his face up toward her. "I love you, Baby! Thank you for this!" Her kiss was already on its way when she remembered the acrid, musky taste of Julius' cum that still dominated her mouth. She tried to make it a pick, but Todd had reached a hand behind her head and was holding it. She let her lips melt into his, yielding to his tongue as she wondered if Todd could taste it. He could. The deep voice boomed from some level below, echoing off the rounded walls, "Ya'll clear of the light level?" Todd's voice cracked a little as he shouted back, "We. . . we're fine!" They heard the clank of mechanical relays and were instantaneously bathed in warm light from the stair opening just above. It occurred to Todd how rare this whole event was: he might have been then only white husband in the history of man to have witnessed his wife getting fucked by a large, muscular, hung black man in the light enclosure of a lighthouse. He dipped his head to kiss Debby's wet pussy. He inhaled the sweet musky odor of raw sex. Their sex! Debby lifted one leg allowing his mouth better access. Todd wanted to lose himself right here! To once again posses her pussy, ...his pussy; and for it to posses him. As the wetness spread to his checks, into his mouth, and on his chin, he knew that THAT too would never be quite the same. It was among the things that had been redefined today. Debby relaxed back against the steep steps, breathing deeply, running her fingers through the hair of her husband, her pussy worshiper. She knew he needed this! Just as much as she needed to worship that glorious black organ she'd just experienced! Debby rolled her tongue around in her mouth, closed her eyes, vividly remembering the pulsing thick streams of ebony man seed that had filled her nursing mouth. She could feel its heat, its viscous consistency, its copious portion. She pictured herself swallowing the millions of spermatozoa ... and their confusion; 'where did we go wrong?' The programmed signs that would led to her egg missing. She visualized them swimming in her mouth, her gullet, her tummy. She tasted their potency. Her body shook in orgasm! She clutched Todd's face to her soppy vagina, wishing she could draw him inside. She smiled to herself, thinking he might enjoy watching the next event from there! Todd felt the orgasmic spasm this time! He pushed his tongue right into it. He imagined her vaginal muscles trying to grab him and pull him inside! He felt a certain pride and reassurance he could still push her buttons! Even if it took his mouth and tongue. She had never complained about his performance, even in her expression of desire to be fucked by a black man. And he'd given her that. Almost as surely as if that inarguably mighty organ had been his own. Todd wished he hadn't buttoned his pants now, but only for a second. This was no place to be trying to actually screw! Debby gently pulled his face from her pussy. Todd still clutched her panties in one hand. He used them to wipe the juice from his face, then the area surrounding her pussy. Debby pulled her legs closed, still holding his head. "Thank you!" she whispered, suddenly aware of her own orgasmic squeal she'd heard echoing in the round chamber a moment ago. Todd glanced overhead. "Upstairs I thought he'd cum in your pussy when I saw some stuff dribble out... and you're certainly wet enough now, but he came big-time in your mouth, right?" Debby couldn't help but lick her lips at his question. "YES!" then whispering, "Big time! We'll talk about it later if you want." Todd nodded. "Would it be wrong to want it. . . his cum. . . in my pussy before we go home?" "Wrong? No. And I bet he'd be up to it if you are." "I'm sure he'd be UP to it!" Debby said, giggling a little, slapping playfully at Todd's shoulder, shooing him to go on down. "GO! I'm getting chilly!" "Cold? You're hotter than a firecracker on the fourth of July!" Todd chuckled as he started down in front of her. The deep voice called from below, "You guys okay?" "She's coming!" Todd shouted back, giving Debby an evil grin. Debby slapped at his shoulder again and called out, "We're okay!" Two more flights down and they were in the central hall. Julius meet them there. He had slipped his white boxers on. Debby and Todd both glanced at the apparent roll of man hose in his bulging boxers. She looked down shyly, suddenly aware of her own nakedness in his presence. It wasn't that she wanted to be anything but naked, it was just that his covering made her nakedness more... something... He held out a large fluffy terry towel to her. She started to take it, when he pulled it away a little, gesturing her closer. Her eyes flashed at his, then averted down his muscular body, pausing only briefly at the bulge, then followed a quick line to his feet and over to her own that were moving toward him, almost pidgin toed. Her arms were at her side, they seemed awkward, hesitant about whether she should cover her privates, reach for the towel, or try to act like standing naked in front of a black man was something she did every day. . . She did, but only in her dreams! She felt the need to say something. . . anything! "I. . . I'm sorry if I kept you from your ..duties. I'm not... I mean... I've never..." "Shhhh!" he shushed her as he swung the towel around her shoulders. It was warm, like right out of a dryer. 'How'd he do that?' she wondered. It felt good, but did nothing to cover her charms. He held the ends of it open and pulled her a little closer to him. She still looked at the floor; his black feet large and bare, his stance wide outside her own dainty white, sandaled ones. The contrast was interesting, provocative. "Are you having regrets?" His voice deep, sexy! She felt her legs weaken again. "Oh NO! I just know you..." His black hands lowered the ends of the towel as if to close it. "...had other..." But now they traced lightly up her body, starting just above her matted pubic hair. "...responsibilities." Each took separate but similar routes up around her belly button, across her tummy. His touch was light, sensuous, almost tickling. They traced around the modest swells of her breasts. She wondered if he liked big boobs; was he disappointed in hers? He didn't act like it. Her mouth was suddenly dry and tasted strongly of semen. It wasn't at all unpleasant to Debby, but she didn't want her breath to offend. Not that she was offended, but she didn't really know this man. How would he deal with such things? After tweaking her left nipple, his right hand slid up her neck. Watching all of this and sensing Debby's continued arousal, Todd almost expected it to start all over again. This time he felt a little more awkward and was looking for a logical place to kind'a retreat to without leaving completely; he didn't want to miss anything. Julius had raised Debby's chin, forcing her to look at his face, to make eye contact. "You were fantastic! I don't know what brought that on..." "I've never..." "Shhh! No need for that! Sounds like you're regretting it again." She looked up deep into his brown pools from her baby blues. She just shuck her head no, her blond curls bouncing. He understood. He pulled her closer, her tits mashing into him well below his rib cage. She brought one hand up sliding it up the solid washboard muscles next to his abdomen, then pushed her white fingers through the thick curly hair on his chest. She tilted her head a little and back, once again eyeing him and asked, "Can I use your shower?" "Absolutely! Come let me show you." He lead the way with her hand back to the leaving quarters. Apparently he remembered she'd been in there once already, "You know where it's at. I think you'll find every thing you might need, either in the shower or the cabinet to the right." He released her hand in the direction of his room. "We'll just work on some fresh daiquiris. Shall I send one to you." The inference being Todd would bring it. "That would be great!" Debby said as she went into Julius' room. As she took her sandals off she looked at his bed. She wanted to be in it before too long. She placed the sandals on the floor by his dresser. As she turned back toward the bathroom the bed flashed past her eyes, her brain created the image of those four velvet covered ropes from her fantasy, tied to the corners of the bed. She shock her head, not needing that right now. Remembering the lead-in to that unfinished fantasy she thought to herself, 'Why not!' and turned back to the door to the living area. They were at the counter, Todd held a glass as Julius poured. When they glanced up Debby was leaning on the door frame, one knee out and her toes on the floor, leg slowly swinging. Julius smiled, "We have your daiquiri right here! You find everything you need?" "Just about... Todd would you mind if Julius joins me in the shower? That is, if he'd care to?" Todd handed Julius Debby's daiquiri, nodding his assent. Debby turned and disappeared into Julius' quarters. Julius was shortly through the door as well, carrying two daiquiri glasses. Todd stood for a minute just watching the door. He poured himself a daiquiri. He looked back at the door almost expecting to see it close. It didn't. He felt that pang again. What was that? jealousy, fear, insecurity? 'Come on, Todd!' he told himself, 'It's not like there would be room for three in the shower. And this IS for her!' He glanced back at the door. It was closed.

Todd called and offered to bring pizza home for diner. Debby would make a salad. Debby put on her favorite tie-dye tee-shirt with no bra and her ragged cut off jean shorts for Todd's arrival home. He gave her his ceremonial kiss, seemingly not even noticing her nipples poking at the tee-shirt. He was once again quiet while they ate. Debby tried to make small talk and he was barely responsive. Debby would like to have told him about seeing the new lighthouse caretaker while she sunned, but the way he was acting... She wondered if they were going to go through this every time they saw one another now that the 'secret' of her fantasy was out. Todd knew it was obvious he had something on his mind and he didn't like the uneasy feeling it seemed to create. He wanted so much to tell her. . . To watch her reaction. He knew they had to talk. He decided to just plunge ahead; he took a silent deep breath, reached in his pocket and removed the piece of folded paper. "Saw an article in a paper laying around the coffee room at work; I thought you may be interested in it." He handed Debby the Xerox copy. "He's an x-marine, retired drill sergeant, I think it said." He let Debby read a moment. She scanned a little, glanced at the picture and looked up, trying not to seem too interested. Todd asked, "Have you seen him?" He immediately regretted the potential double meaning. Debby told the truth, getting them quickly past the possible accusatory interpretation of his question. "Only from a distance. Didn't even know his name." She looked back at the article. "'Julius H. Washington,' says here. Yes, you're right, 'x-marine drill Sergeant and later Sergeant Major in charge of new recruit basic training at ...'" She read on silently for the most part, "...'divorced with two grown children' ... 'enjoys weight lifting, cooking, and oil painting' ... 'busy catching up on maintenance items understandably neglected during the beloved, late Captain Smitty's illness'..." Debby put the article back down. Her heart raced. Maybe it was unfortunate timing that there would be a new black lighthouse caretaker leaving less than 100 yards from their house at this point in their four year marriage. Her long time secret fantasy and its revelation to Todd really had nothing to do with Julius H. Washington. Would Todd believe her if she said so? Debby started on another piece of pizza, even though she had no desire for one. It was hard for Todd to read Debby's reaction to the article. Was it only coincidence that she came up with this black male fantasy a week after this guy started working almost next door? Todd finally broke the silence, "Said he's divorced; have ya seen any lady friends around?" "No. Only seen him a few times. Painting the tower railing and stuff, and leaving in his car once; a black Camero, I think." "At least he's apparently not gay!" Debby got up. "Todd, could you put the pizza away when you're done?" He watched as she headed for their bedroom. He wondered if he had made her mad. 'Did she think I was accusing her of *being with* HIM?' Was he? Had she been? NO! He wasn't ready to jump to that conclusion. What would he do? Would he even want to know? Would he want to watch? There went his cock again, twitching to life at the images in his head. He wondered what Debby WAS doing! Todd put the left over pizza and salad in the frig. He turned to go find her and there she was in the kitchen door. She still had on her little ragged jean short-shorts and was bare footed. She'd changed her top though; her tee-shirt was gone and in its place she wore one of his short-sleeve white shirts. It wasn't buttoned at all, the front tails were simply tied at mid-waist. Her lightly tanned skin fairly glowed between the deep open "V" created by the shirt, and looked darker than it really was against the white of the fabric. It was transparent enough that the untaned triangles of breast flesh and her crimson nipples where clearly visible, even on the left where the pocket would have covered it if the shirt wasn't so large on her. "Wow! I like your outfit! I'd forgotten how sexy those short-shorts were. And my shirt's never looked better." "Glad you like!" "He would too! You going over to get acquainted?" Todd smiled, trying to make sure it was received in the same light hearted way he thought he intended it. "Well, nnnoooo! Hadn't even considered that. I intended to seduce my husband. . . Unless he'd rather I do something else..." "What makes you think I need seduced?" Debby walked demurely over and extended her hand. Todd took it and was lead into the bedroom. Debby turned and began unbuttoning Todd's shirt. "I just thought I'd reassure him that, whatever fantasies I have --or he has for that matter-- it's he and I, as in US-- that is important and lasting!" She undid his belt, the button on his slacks, and his zipper. "That you are all the man I ever really need..." She dropped to her knees in front of him, taking his slacks and underwear down as she went. "...and the only man I'll ever love!" With that she engulfed his not quiet flaccid penis completely. In four years of marriage Debby had never gone after Todd's cock like that and he was a little taken back. . . but recovering quickly! He could count of both hands the times she'd initiated sex. She'd never been this aggressive. Todd wondered if she was fantasizing that the cock in her mouth was black. It didn't seem to matter to his cock! "Oh my God! Debby, what are you doing to me?!" She pulled her nose out of his pubic hair. His cock was slimy wet with her saliva. Debby couldn't believe she'd actually had his cock in her throat! She was just so excited. He'd started almost soft and feeling it grow in her mouth was so . . . sensual! It just kind'a grew into her throat. She'd fought her gag reflex once and now looked at his glistening slick cock through teary eyes. "I can't believe I ate the whole thing!" "I can't believe it either!" Then she did it again! It hesitated at the back of her mouth; she jutted her jaw, pushed and swallowed. With an 'Ummph' her nose once again tickled in Todd's thick curls. "Oh God!" And again! "Uuugghh! Much more of that and I'll be coating your tonsils!" "Ummmm!" Debby moaned in encouragement. Todd didn't want it to end this fast. "Comm'er baby! Let me get you out'a those sexy rags!" He pulled her off of his cock. She pouted and wiped saliva from her mouth. She pushed him back on the bed and said, "No! This is all for you. Let me strip!" And she did! As if there was music: slow, sensuous, sexy. She made the most of the two pieces of clothing she had on: teasing, flashing --she unzipped her shorts and pulled the open waist band up causing the crotch to dig into her wet pussy. She pinched and pulled on her hard nipples and pulled teasingly on her light pubic hair, acting like she threw some his way. This was no longer the innocent Debby he'd had on that pedestal for so long. . . . And he liked it! "Where's your panties, Baby?" "Didn't wear any today! Made me feel sexier for you! My jean crotch has been digging into my pussy all day and I've been so wet! Do you like your little girl being a little nasty?" She finally dropped her jean short-shorts and kicked them toward Todd but missed. "I'm loving it! Are you still my little girl?" "You know I am! I just wan'na be your naughty little girl! I've had to be good for too long!" "Tell Uncle Todd how you wan'na be naughty!" Todd expected Debby to start talking about black men. Debby had a more immediate objective in mind. She did her best little girl imitation, "I wan'na suck Uncle Todd's wiener until it shoots juice in my mouth!" Todd almost choked! "Does Uncle Todd get to suck Debby's little pussy?" "Mmmaaaayyyybe! But not until I've swallowed your cum down in my tummy!" That Debby was actually saying that, was a dream come true for Todd! She grabbed a pillow and placed it at his feet. She dove for his cock, deep throating his 6+ inches again! She pulled off with a pop and said, "Just lean back and enjoy; I really wan'na do this!" "Oh God, Baby, I probably won't last long." "That's okay; just relax, watch, and let it happen!" With that she went to work. Todd still couldn't believe this! He'd never really watched her giving him head before. They'd 69'd and she'd leaned across his abdomen blocking his view a few times; with the later she'd never taken him all the way to the finish. Never had she set out to make him cum in her mouth... and told him to watch! Actually, Todd suppressed them both; it took longer than he figured it would. Maybe it was watching... or the tension created by her effort on his shaft to get it into her throat every now and then. He wanted to eat her so bad he could taste it! It wasn't until he imagined Debby doing this to a largely hung man --okay, he'd make it a black man!-- that he once again felt his orgasm was imminent. It happened fast then. "Oh God, Baby, I'm CUUMMMMMING!!! That's it, suck him, Baby! Oh yah!" He flopped back, panting as Debby nursed his deflating cock. She finally flopped beside him. "Emmmm! That was good!" she said, smacking her lips. "Really? You're not just saying that?" "I've liked it since the first time! I'm just sorry it took so long to find out! And ... I was scared to admit that I liked it at first! I'm not going to keep any secrets from now on! "By-the-way: 'Suck HIM'?" "Uh?" "You said, 'suck him, Baby! ...' HIM who?" "My cock I guess!" "Todd, no secrets?" "Okay . . . Some big cock from my fantasy!? Okay, . . . it was a black cock. No secrets; you've got me thinking about it now!" "I guess I knew that. Todd, it's just a fantasy. . . I'd never..." Todd put his finger to her lips. "Shhh!" He moved himself to the edge of the bed and pulled her hips that way too. "That can wait. . . Now it's your turn! Watch me, like I watched you!" Debby had always had her head back and eyes closed as he'd eaten her before, and more likely than not, the lights had been out. He devoured her with as much enthusiasm as she had him. And Debby was more involved than ever before: watching, making faces of pleasure and torment, guiding his head and mouth with her hands, hunching at his face, pulling her knees almost to her chest and spreading them wide, feeding him her crotch! And she was wet! Wetter than he could ever remember, prior to being screwed. Amazingly, neither of them gave a thought to another man, hung or not, black or white; it was just Todd and Debby. More accurately, Todd's mouth and tongue and Debby's pussy and clit! Nothing else mattered to either of them. It was glorious! It was pussy worship born in love as much as her act had been homage to his cock for the same reason! And her orgasm matched the depth of feeling each had for the other! Todd had covered Debby's anus with his thumb and was amazed at the pulsing signals of her climax in her muscles surrounding her anus and pussy. In four years of marriage he'd never felt it that way. Todd had eased up on his clit sucking as she squealed in release, knowing from experience how her clit apparently got sensitive to the point of pain as she went over the top. But this time he couldn't resist giving it one last firm suck as Debby trembled in the aftermath of her cum. The result was instantaneous and equally amazing: the muscles under his thumb, around her anus, knotted and spasmed again! Debby sheirked and jerked with what appeared to be an after shock equal to the original orgasm! At first she pulled his face into her pussy so hard it scared Todd, then she pushed him away, dropping her hands to the bed, clutching the covers. Todd still supported her cute ass with one hand, his thumb still on her anus; it continued its involuntary contractions for nearly 10 seconds before fading away. Todd sat back on his heels, watching in awe as her legs trembled. He expected Debby to kind'a unwind, lowering her legs and just coast for awhile. Instead Debby put her little feet on each side of his head, holding it has if they were hands. She raised her head and with lust filled eyes and a husky voice said, "Shit! That curled my toes. What was that last thing you did, you wicked man?" "Your little button was standing so tall I couldn't resist giving it just one more good kiss!" Debby raised Todd's head with her feet. At first he thought she was gunna guide it back to her pussy; instead she allowed his mouth to get only within a couple inches. "If that was a kiss, I don't know if I could handle a suck!" She just kept lifting and Todd was forced to his knees, then to stand stooped over her, her legs now extended almost straight up, her feet still clutching his head. She reached between her thighs and grabbed his cock. "Ummm! This is what I need now! It feels up to it!" Debby let her feet slide down to his shoulders as he leaned into her, following the pull on his now thoroughly recovered manhood. Todd and Debby both watched as his cock slid straight into her sex in one smooth stroke. "Oh yesssss!" She hissed. Her pelvis rose off the bed, coming up to meet him as he leaned into her legs, her feet on his shoulders, almost folding her in half. Debby's taut body seemed to have the flexibility of a gymnast; her feet almost touching her own ears. "Oh God, Todd, fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep!" Todd realized this position afforded the deepest possible penetration. As deep as he could anyway. "I'm giving ya all 6, baby! Maybe a little more!" They'd measured it once 6-1/4" in length and 5-1/4" in circumference. Nothing to be ashamed of, but Todd immediately wished he had more. "Don't forget the 1/4 inch; slam it in me too! As hard and as fast as you want, baby!" Debby was flushed as he'd ever seen her. He'd often pictured her as a smoldering volcano of sexuality. He felt like he was now seeing at least a hint of her eruption potential. She was begging for all the cock he could give, hard and fast, and he wished he had more. Could she take 8" . . .maybe 9" and bigger around too? He'd like to give it to her, even if it was on another guy! The thought fueled his own passion as he slammed into her with such force he was sure it must hurt, if not from the genital penetration, then just their colliding pelvic bones and skin slapping against each other. She didn't seem to care and because of that, neither did he! On he went as Debby clutched at his hair pulling his face to her own, kissing him urgently, her legs seemingly tangled backwards between then. She kissed his ears as he pictured a big black man pouring all he had into Debby while she loved every inch of what he could give. That was all for Todd; his release felt like his entire being was pouring into her, suddenly white hot and all fluid. The sensation was closely matched by Debby's own. She had been lost in a stream of images, the central theme of which was her as the receptacle --a vessel-- for the seed of manhood. As if her womb was a most special one selected for a ritual in which she received the white hot fluid of a darkly cloaked figure who was literally all cock! And she had tried to take all of him. . . all of Todd! She'd have swallowed his entire being through her sex in a weird reverse birth if she could have. They both hung there, both trembling, both almost too scared to move, both feeling as if their groins had become liquid and melted together. Debby once again became aware of Todd --it had seemed for a time he was just a cock, one that she couldn't seem to get enough of into her. She became aware that her pussy was twitching and that she may well have experienced her first penil-vaginal orgasm. Is that what it was? She felt like she'd blacked out, couldn't recall. It didn't matter, it was sweet now! Todd spoke first, "Talk about curling your toes! That was . . . incredible!" "Ummm!" was all Debby said as Todd slowly peeled himself from her. It was as if she needed to unwind the body that had unnaturally folded up between them as her vessel was offered for penetration. As Todd pushed himself up and Debby let her legs fall to the floor they both watched the rush of fluid from her. She covered her vagina with a hand, immediately sorry they hadn't put a towel down. Cum dribbled down the side of the bedspread under her. Todd was almost scared to ask, "Did ya make it? . . . Do ya want me to finish you with my mouth?" "I might have . . . It was so intense I kind'a lost myself! And you're sweet, but I'm not sure I could handle any more of your clit sucking right now and a hot bath sounds so good!" She kept her hand clutched over her sex as she waddled into the bathroom. "I can't believe how much you came . . . for the second time in an hour, it's amazing!" she called back to him. "You're the amazing one! Jeez! . . . Want some company in the tub?" "Absolutely!" Todd started the tub and added bubble bath as Debby finished on the toilet. Shortly they eased into the hot water and Todd pulled Debby back to him. Todd wanted to ask Debby so many things. He didn't know where to start. He finally decided to just start anywhere and not analyze each question even before it was asked. He'd take his lead from what Debby had said: she didn't want anymore secrets; he'd just have to trust. He just let the question currently in his head flow out, "There at the end, when you almost . . . er, might have made it, were you having a fantasy? And before you answer, it's okay if it was about a black man." As Debby took a breath he was sure that is exactly what she was going to say. "To be very truthful, I'm not sure! It was weird, like I was lost in it somehow, that it had taken over me. Like I didn't have a fantasy, it had me. I remember the feeling that I was one big vagina. A pussy being offered up to some kind'a penis god or something. It was you . . . and it wasn't. Like your whole being was just a cock the same as mine was a pussy. And I tried to get all of you in me! Could you tell!" That you tried to swallow me? Yah! . . . Wow! I've never been a penis god before!" Debby slapped playfully at his leg that encircled her. "Don't let it go to your head! What was your fantasy?" "Hoooolllyyy SHIT! Debby!" "WHAT?" "Your fantasy! It's . . . it's like a dream I had last night! Not exactly the same . . . but similar enough to be really weird! "In my dream, you were standing on this raised platform, in a silky white, see-through gown. The top of this platform was about eye level. I walked over and kissed your feet and ran my hands up your legs. I helped you kind'a set down, slide over to the edge, and bunch the gown around your waist. I proceeded kiss your pussy, lick around your folds, and to thoroughly eat you out. "And here comes the weirdest part: Some dark cloaked figure approaches --he's huge!-- towering over us both, platform and all. I can't make out any details until he opens his cloak; that's when I realize this . . . creature is like all cock! Thing's obscenely big! I'm kind'a mesmerized by this . . . thing. He moves closer; it's bobbing up and down in front of him. I pull your butt further off the edge, and ducking under you, I lift your ass, offering your sweet pussy to him. You've pulled your legs up to your chest like you did just now when we made love! Isn't this just too weird?" "It is freaky, they're so similar! Then what?" "Well, it just gets weirder still: He starts fucking into you with his massive cock when suddenly another snakes out from under the first. It swings up and starts poking you in your butt hole." "Two at once? One in my butt?" "It was just a dream, but it gets weirder still: a couple more black colored cocks appear from the chest area and you start nursing on them! My dream ended as all these cocks began spewing creamy juice that you can't seem to get enough of." "Damn! Todd! Is this tub too hot or is it just me? And what is that poking me in my crack back there?" "Sorry, I just thought it was enough like yours, it was just too weird!" "I'm sure it all means something, but to be honest, I'm too hot to try to interpret it right now!" "You want to make love again?" "I think its gunna be a little sore. Just cuddle me, tell me you love me, . . .and that my fantasy is okay; that you won't hate me for having it! ...And of course mean ever word of what you say!" "Debby, I couldn't deny you having fantasies. I've sure had mine. And if we wanted to leave them fantasies, I guess that would be the end of it." "But?" "I'm not sure either of us want to leave them fantasies. . . So I guess we need to talk." "Well, I guess I disagree with you: it sounds like you're saying if we just wanted them to be fantasies, we wouldn't need to talk. I think we need to talk, regardless!" "Of course you're right baby. It's just something that's hard for me sometimes, but I'll try." "I've got a suggestion: instead of trying to talk this through here or in bed, where it's too easy to be . . . sidetracked, let's take a walk on the beach and talk there." "Sounds like a plan, Baby!" Todd felt better some how, having agreed to talk it out. Debby knew they had much ground to cover before she'd feel comfortable, whatever they decided. At least it would be together. They finished their bath and Todd suggested Debby wear the same short-shorts and his shirt as earlier. She was a little hesitant because the beach was seldom deserted, especially on a mild evening like this. But if she were going to be more daring, now was a good time to start. And it would be getting dark soon, so her bare chest wouldn't be that noticeable. They set out on their walk hand-in-hand. Debby could tell Todd was struggling with just how to start this conversation. Finally she said, "We need a few ground rules I think: that we try not to get defensive about any of our feelings, that no question is off limits, and that whatever the answer is, we agree that we still love each other." Todd was silent. Todd was thinking, analyzing. Is there any question I don't want her asking me? Or. . . Is she seeking 'immunity' for some transgression? Debby's intuition was uncanny, "Tell ya what; I'll answer a couple without being asked: I have never been with a black man or any other man sexually besides you. And I won't ask you if you have been with anyone, cause I trust you haven't ...since our marriage. I don't need to ask." "I haven't been!" "I know!" . . .Silence. "Come on, Sweetheart, don't make me guess what else you might wan'na ask. Go on. Ask me." "Ask you what?" "What ever it is that you're the most curious about?" "Does our new lighthouse keeper turn you on?" "Yes, but not any more than any other good looking black man. I've only seen him from a 100 yards. . . And that picture in the paper." "You talk like good look'n white guys don't turn you on." "Not true at all! I look; I enjoy! Especially tight buns. One of the best things about living so close to the beach." The last said as a tall blond life guard type in jogging shorts went past. "See what I mean?" "Didn't do much for me, but I can see where a gal..." "It's just that if those good looking buns had been on a solid black bod. . . Well, in all honesty, my legs would probably feel a little weak 'bout now." "If our lighthouse caretaker isn't the source of this sudden fantasy about black men, who is?" Debby chuckled. "Sorry. My fantasy about black men is anything but sudden. I've had that fantasy secretly for 16 - 17 years. You're the first and only other person I've ever revealed that to." "Say what!? You'd have been a little girl." He did the math. "Hell, you'd have been 9 or 10!" "That's right, 5th grade I think. I came home from school and several real muscular black men were working on the street in front of our house. I sat on our stoop watching them for quiet awhile. None of them wore shirts. I thought their sweaty muscles were beautiful, all glistening in the sun." "Debby, thousands --no millions-- of little white girls see black guys working without growing up wanting them --fantasizing about them!" "I'm sure you're right, but I'd bet that millions also, at some point, for some baffling reason, have a secret desire to be with a black man. I read somewhere it is a common fantasy of white women. I guess that realization that I wasn't alone in my desire was the first time I actually began to think about telling you. Up to that point I thought I must be a demented sinner of a wife for having such a fantasy. Of course by then you'd been whispering things while we made love for some time about how you wanted me to enjoy a big cock. I got to admit, adding your erotic suggestions to my own fantasy really got me going." "I hope you don't think less of me for having that fantasy." Debby stopped their forward motion and turned Todd to look at her. "How can you think I might? I think after I realized it was your fantasy, I respected your courage in sharing it with me. I should have had more courage sooner." They kissed then walked on quietly for awhile. "As I look back, I don't know why that incident effected me so. Maybe it was a backlash of some lewd racist comment made by my dad or older brother at some point I don't even remember, or some whisper from a playmate long since forgotten. What ever it was, setting there on that stoop, the seeds of this life long fantasy were planted." They walked silently for a number of seconds, each kicking sand. Then Debby continued, "I don't even know which happened first: the dampness in my panties or the sexual thoughts ...such as an 9 or 10 year old can have. I just know that I had this moist tingling 'DOWN THERE' and these thoughts about how they could see up my little school girl skirt. And I wanted them to! And that was nasty. Me wanting them to see me 'DOWN THERE'! That was the beginning." "They didn't try anything did they?" "NO! One of them might have smiled at me while he wiped his brow. They were prefect gentleman. I was the hussy! The wetter the tingling got, the more I thought about them; and the more I thought, the more tingling wetness filled my panties. I wondered if they were black all over. By that evening I regretted not going in, taking off my panties and going back out to let them see! Within the week I was constructing scenarios in which, one or more of them would come up and talk to me, take my hand and lead me into the house or the woods or someplace and ..." "And what? Did you even know what sex was?" "I knew that it was nasty, made babies, and must be fun the way adults smiled, but would never talk about it! I just pictured them playing with me. No, I don't have a rape wish! I guess at first I pictured them playing doctor with me, you know touching me, pulling my panties down, maybe spreading my cracks front and back. I think I had this urge to get naked in front of them from the very beginning. "Todd, if me keeping this from you all this time hurts you in any way, I'm sorry! You've got to understand it wasn't easy to finally share my fantasy with anyone. I intend to be 100% honest from now on." "I understand. . . I'd struggled with telling you mine at first; I guess I'm just a little more aggressive." "So where does your fantasy come from? If you don't mind me asking." "I don't know actually. . . Maybe I've always been a little . . . voyeuristic. That's not easy to admit either, but probably true. That and I've felt your passion smoldering, trying to erupt free with my lovemaking, but never quiet making it the 'regular' way." "Have I EVER complained?" "No! It's just sometimes I feel a little . . .inadequate If I could last longer. . ." "You DO fine! Look at 30 minutes ago!" They walked on silently for awhile, Todd occasionally stopping to pick up a shell and throw it into the surf. It was a beautiful evening, though already cooling considerably as the sun slipped past the horizon. Finally Todd said it, "So! . . . I think we need to get acquainted with our new neighbor, don't you?" "Are you saying you want to make my fantasy into reality?" "I guess we could say that it was just to get a closer look at him to help feed our fantasy." Debby took immediate note of Todd's use of the words 'OUR fantasy' instead of 'your fantasy.' "Of course it might turn out that he has rotten teeth and sores all over his 3 inch dick!" Debby chuckled. "Well I don't know about the later, but I bet you get a complete look at his smile in just a few seconds." Debby looked up and her heart rate must have doubled as the black lighthouse caretaker approached on the beach, jogging. "Oh my God!" Debby said as she once again took Todd's hand. The distance closed quickly. "Hi neighbor!" Todd greeted in time that the large black man could take more than a casual note of the white couple walking toward him. "Hello. Oh, Hi!" He pulled up from his jogging pace, looking at Debby with recognition. "We are neighbors, aren't we?!" He looked briefly at Todd, nodding, then back to Debby smiling. "I ... I saw you earlier. . . while you were sunning. . . I hope you didn't think..." "No! It's okay, really. I was just sunning a little." Debby clutched Todd's hand more tightly. Her heart pounded in her chest. She wondered if Todd could feel it too. That and her internal trembling. Debby added as if to Todd, "He was working up on the lighthouse today. I waved when he was scanning the beach with his binoculars." She felt her explanation clumsy and probably unnecessary. Todd extended his hand. "We're Todd and Debby." "Julius Washington; nice to meet you!" His grip was sure and firm on Todd's hand. The smile was genuine and he seemed at total ease, but still stood with absolutely perfect posture; the years of military regiment showing. Todd took Debby's hand from his and almost helped her extend it to Julius, whose eyes had returned their attention to Debby. "You all live here on the island?" "Four years now. We really love it! How do you like it so far?" Todd replied. "It's great! Getting better all the time." Julius continued to take in Debby's beauty. Debby felt almost naked. Part of her wished it was darker or that she'd wore more clothes. Another part wanted to rip off what she had on. Debby became very aware of the hardness in her nipples. She watched his deep black eyes dart from her face to each of her breasts, then down the open area of her chest to her belly button and on past to the waist band of her cut-offs. There the hollow of her abdomen created a sinuous teasing opening that just had to 'almost' let one see her pubs. His eyes moved down further still, taking note of how the crotch of her jean cut-offs seemed to ride up into her gash. Then he looked back into Debby's eyes, not yet relinquishing her hand. Debby felt her knees turn to jello, her pussy get wetter still. She had a sudden image --almost an urge-- of her dropping to her knees and yanking Julius's jogging shorts with her. She settled for a quick glance at his crotch. When her eyes darted back to his, she knew he knew she liked what she saw. "Well," Todd finally said, getting uncomfortable with the silence. "We've been meaning to drop in and give you a proper welcome." Julius looked back at Todd and released Debby's hand, putting their nonverbal communication on hold for a moment. "Thanks. Most folks have been really nice. Are you familiar with the lighthouse?" "Only from the outside. . . And a little about its history, just the commonly known stuff I'm sure." Debby leaned into Todd gripping his arm tightly as if to keep her standing. She took the opportunity to study this male specimen. "Well, you're welcome to come by anytime for a tour. I've pretty well got things cleaned up." "Thanks. We'd like that. Is there a best time to visit?" "Just about anytime, though an hour before sunset, I have a few tasks to do to light her up." 'You can light me up anytime!' Debby thought to herself. Yes she liked what she saw: he was bigger than Todd, maybe 6'2" and probably out weighed him 10 pounds or so, but it was all muscle! And that washboard abdomen! She wanted so much to test its tautness with her hand. "We'll try to visit sometime soon. And if you ever need anything, we're in the last house, the one closest to you." "I know," he said, returning his gaze to Debby. "And thanks!" She flushed, realizing that once again she'd been caught looking at his muscular black body in a way a proper married white lady wouldn't. "I better be fininshing my jog," he said as he turned away. Nice to meat you both!" "Nice to meet you," Debby called after him, not sure the words would even come out.. They resumed walking. Todd couldn't stand the silence. "Quite a hunk, huh?" "I gott'a admit!" "I almost asked him home for a drink." "Probably better you didn't. . . Unless you really want to see. . . How about you take me home and fuck me good? Maybe tomorrow I'll bake him a pie or something. Then we can visit!" Their love making was slow and sensual. Todd was scared she'd be sore from earlier; and she was a little. It was no less impassioned, just more heart felt, slow. He worshipped her, his lovely wife. As he kissed around her mouth and eyes, and worked his way back to her ears, he wondered if they would actually act on their now mutual fantasy; to have her screw a strange man, a black man. Debby's thoughts were along the same lines. She wished he'd describe how it might happen, then she realized that they had progressed far enough that she could ask him to do just that. "Todd, tell me what it could be like... how you envision it happening." "How about you telling me what you'd like to do with him." "I asked you first... if you want it to actually happen, you've got to describe to me what you'd like to see me doing with him!" "So I get to watch?" "The first step is to tell me that you want it. If you can convince me you want it to happen. . . it would be easier for me to decide!" Todd pondered her words as he gently kissed around her mouth, face and neck. His cock was buried to the hilt, but moved only slightly. Debby rocked her hips slowly, apparently inviting him deeper. Todd wished he had more than his 6+ inches to give. He wondered how largely Julius H. Washington, lighthouse caretaker, x-marine drill sergeant was hung. He'd seen Debby taking note of the bulge in Julius's jogging shorts; hell, he'd noticed himself. Maybe he COULD have some extra meat to give Debby; maybe he'd give his little blond wife Julius's black cock. The trick would be in the set-up. As much fun as seeing Debby seduce the guy would be, or visa-versa, it was important to Todd that Julius knew that he was a gift from Todd to Debby. Todd figured there'd be less chance. . . less expectation that a separate romantic involvement could be pursued. Debby maneuvered Todd's mouth to her ear, an invitation to talk more than kiss. "Well, let's see. . . I think it's important we communicate your sexuality right up front. . . You know, that there's no need for romantic seduction, and that I'm going along with you having him; that in effect, he's a gift to you from me." "Uuuhhh! Neat way to think of it! . . . But how do we do it without coming out and saying, 'Hay, would you fuck my wife?'" "I think the key is in how you dress. . . Not slutty, but very provocative, feminine." "Kind'a like your shirt this evening? I felt so. . . naked!" "You did look sexy! . . .And he noticed!" Debby blushed again, even now in bed with her husband's cock in her pussy. "But given he's seen that look already, something new would be in order. I think a silky see through blouse. . . maybe a short skirt, full, not tight. "We'll go over and he'll lick his lips taking in your beauty! I'll smile to reassure him it's okay by me. You'll be nervous." "That's an understatement!" "But having me there will reassure you and knowing that each of us wants it to happen will give us both strength to follow it to fulfillment. You'll take every opportunity to look at his bulge and brush against him. As soon as it's obvious he's got an erection, you'll look at me and I'll nod. That will be your signal to go to him and rub his cock through his pants!" Debby groaned into Todd's ear, hunching her pelvis, inviting him to speed up a little. "Just whisper in his ear that you've always wanted a black man and that I've given my permission as long as I can watch!" "What if he says no?!" "I can't imagine, unless he is gay; no hot blooded single guy would turn you down --most married guys wouldn't either. Don't ever underestimate your sexiness!" "So then what happens?" "Unless he puts up a fight --something I can't imagine-- just slide down his body, get his cock out'a his pants and into your sweet mouth!" Debby groaned again. "How big do ya think he could be?" "Gosh, baby, I don't know! I guess I'd be surprised if he was the same size or smaller. He is bigger than me in general. Do you think you could handle an eight inch cock?" Debby groaned again. "I don't know; it might be fun to try! Now don't you start thinking I'm disappointed with yours!" "I think I'm . . .we're past that, don't you?" Debby nodded her agreement into Todd's shoulder. She used her hands on his hips to urge him to speed up yet again. "After you've sucked him awhile, just go with the flow... if ya want him to cum in your mouth that's okay with me..." Debby whimpered, hunching Todd faster. "I'd like to see that sometime! I'd also like to see ya get screwed by that big black cock!" More whimpering, groaning, and hunching from Debby. "Can he cum in my pussy?" "If that's what you want! You're up on your pill right?" Todd was finding it hard to breath and carry on this conversation. Debby's excitement matched his own. "What if I enjoy it too much? Kind'a go nuts for him?" She seemed to be really into it at this minute, bucking and squealing. Todd could feel himself getting close. He struggled to answer her last question. "As I've said before, I'll just assume some of your excitement will be from having me watch you fuck him. . . his big black cock in your tender white pussy! Oh God! I'm cummmminnnnnggg!" Debby welcomed his liquid rush into her, raising her hips to him, spreading her legs even further, clutching his twitching ass with her hands. She kissed her way from his ear to his mouth, grinding into his with her own, taking his tongue and giving hers. Todd didn't ask Debby if she made it. Her sustained level of passion told him his next move would be welcomed either way. Besides he wanted to do it. Todd lifted his weight from her without getting completely off of her. They still kissed passionately. He pulled his mouth free from hers and immediately pushed himself down her body. His face, mouth, and tongue made a trail through the slick perspiration --a mutual product of their lovemaking-- that coated her body. He slowed only briefly for a passing swipe with his tongue at an engorged nipple and a dip in her belly button pool. His real objective was at his seeking mouth now. Her silky pubic hair was matted with sweat, cum, and her own excretions. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the heady fragrance of their sex together. With her hands guiding him he locked his lips to her sloppy flower. He very quickly needed to swallow as his sucking was rewarded. Todd wondered how much was his own cum and how much was her juices. It mattered not, it was from her now and thus worthy of his relish. He wondered if it would be different after another man came in her, a black man? Would he want to do this? Could he? Would she want him to do it? Let him do it? Would it taste different? Debby wondered exactly the same things! And with those thoughts, she came like a long anticipated, long watched tidal wave on the breakers! She squealed and slapped the bed covers before clawing both hands into them as if to hang on. Remembering before, Todd brought his hand up to cup her ass, placing his thumb over her anus. The crack of her ass was sloppy with their juices, but that was okay. If her clit didn't need the gentle sucking of his mouth, he would have cleaned her ass with his tongue. Once again he felt her anus spasm in rapid pulsing contractions. Also recalling her previous aftershock he was contemplating giving the erect clitoris under his upper lip a final hardy suck. Debby pre-empted that by pushing his head back --but lovingly-- with both hands. "Wow!" was her only word as she pulled her legs over his head and planted them on the floor. "Wow, yourself!" Todd exclaimed. Debby said, "If I take another bath or shower it'll be the 3rd or fourth today!" "Let's just snuggle and go to sleep. We can change the sheets in the morning if you want." After several minutes of silent caressing, Debby said, "It's really gunna happen isn't it?" "What's that baby?" "I'm gunna fuck him! I'm gunna get my black man after all these years!" "I think so. I sure want it for you! And don't worry about appearing to enjoy it too much. Just want me after. Okay?" "Deal! And Todd. . . I love you!" "Love you too, Baby!"

Debby was nervous. Todd was apprehensive. It was just last night that Debby, after years of Todd's hinting and prodding her about HIS fantasy, had shared her own with him. You see Todd had fantasized about Debby being with another man, no one in particular just a well hung man. He even thought he'd like to watch. He hadn't, however, considered the spin she would but on his fantasy; she wanted a black man! In fact, it had been a secret fantasy of hers back to when she was just a girl; she could remember that day she walked home from Catholic grade school and sat on her stoop watching several muscular black men working on the street in front of her house. She thought at the time they were beautiful with their strong muscles glistening with sweat! She didn't know much about sex then, except it was dirty unless you were married ...and maybe even then, and that babies were made that way. She wasn't sure why her panties had gotten so moist. Maybe it was because she new they could have seen up her plaid uniform skirt if they'd looked hard enough ...and that it was nasty if they did ...and even more nasty if she let them. ...and nastier still that she wanted them to do it! She wanted them to see her wet panties. Sixteen years later remembering still made her moist; it always did! Debby's revelation last night had Todd tossing and turning most of the night. Every thought he had brought another question: Why did he ever think he wanted her to experience another cock? Was he serious? Was she serious? Could he handle it? Handle her being with a black man? Not that he was prejudice; he didn't think he was. But it was so ... so taboo. He would be mortified if his friends even knew she had the desire. What if she liked it? Liked it so much, she dumped him? Why did he screw her so hard after she'd told him? Why did CUM so ferociously? Maybe it was just because they had been making love anyway ... and he'd been close to cumming when she'd told him. But then, why did he get hard several times thinking about it? Why did he wake with a hard-on after having THAT dream. Good god! Could HE actually let HER do those things? Would SHE actually do those things?! ...with a BLACK man!? Even if he could resolve all those questions, how do you talk to your wife about such things? For her part, Debby had sleep soundly. Very soundly! Telling Todd had felt like such a weight had been lifted. A cleansing ... almost like confession was supposed to feel. --She never told her priest that she "...masturbated while thinking of black men doing things..." to her, so she was never sure if her confessions were 'good' ones.-- Their love making after she told him took on such an intensity that Debby was sure he was turned on by her 'addition' to his fantasy. But now, this morning, Todd wasn't even talking to her! He acted almost ... distant. As he stared into his coffee, not even touching the toast she'd fixed him, Debby wondered if it was such a good idea after all, telling him her desire, her fantasy. "Todd?" "What, baby?" "It was just a fantasy. I still love you!" "What? ... oh! I wasn't even thinking about that! ... Just have lots on my mind. ... Other things." "Todd. ... What other things?" ...silence. "I know you were thinking about IT! Don't be mad at me! Don't hate me! It was just a fantasy." ...silence. "It's not like I'm gun'na run off with the lighthouse caretaker or something!" "The thought never entered my mind! I still love you too, baby! I was just so ... surprised! I guess I didn't know what to say ... about ... IT. You know? ...how I felt." "Well, until this morning I felt great having told you. You've brought me a long way... There was a time I couldn't have imagined telling anyone my fantasy, ... and the other things you've taught me: I never dreamed I'd actually ever do oral sex; not to mention, enjoy doing it! You are a good teacher. Is it terrible your good little girl has some nasty thoughts? A fantasy of my own? You've sure told me yours a lot, I thought you'd be glad mine was kind'a in line with your own ... sort of." "I know! I guess I was questioning myself more than you. You know, what I really want!" "What ever it is, I hope it includes me!" Todd got up and pulled Debby into his arms. She continued, "Because I can't picture me without you!" She fought back a sob, emotions were on such a tight edge. Todd felt it too. "That much I'm sure off! I want you as long as you can stand me!" They both hung on as if dancing to silent music. "I'm glad you told me, honest! I just want you to be happy and well satisfied!" "I love you, Todd! As far as I'm concerned, fantasies can stay fantasies. I just don't want to deny having them any more. Just don't ever feel threatened by any I have. Okay?" "Okay, baby. I love you too! ... Shit! I'm gun'na be late!" They kissed and he was out the door. Debby wondered what their next love making would be like. Would he bring up the subject? Would he once again talk about her being with some big cocked guy? Men put such an emphasis on size. Their penis, a woman's tits... well, Todd's never complained about her little ones. Of course he had opportunity to play with quite a few bigger than hers before they were married. On the other hand, she'd never played with any cock besides Todd's. Were black men bigger, as they say? It didn't seem to phase him when she mentioned the lighthouse caretaker. Surely, if he didn't at least know of him, it would have confused him in that context. Debby set about her house chores, thinking about Todd and his fantasy and her fantasy and their love making and his demeanor this morning and his reaction to their discussion. Every now and then, she'd look out a side window, toward the light house. She'd seen him several times during the week, painting and doing other chores to the historic sentinel, not 100 yards from her own cape cod home. What she'd seen caused her pulse to elevate, even from this distance: broad shoulders, narrow hips, powerful thighs, very black skin contrasting with his white shorts and the white of the lighthouse itself. She kept the binoculars handy in case she saw him today. Todd took a swing past the lighthouse instead of turning directly toward the bridge that connected the island to the mainland. He drove slowly hoping to get a glimpse of the new caretaker. Was he what brought all this on with Debby? Was she seeing him? 'Come on man!' he told himself. 'Don't jump to any conclusions!' He'd only been on the job a week, based on the article he'd seen in the paper. The head shot photo showed a good looking black man, neck like a linebacker. Had Debby seen the article? What did it say about his back ground? Todd checked at work to see if the paper was still around; it wasn't. He went to the library during lunch to look it up. Debby finished her house chores by 10. As was her habit, she'd stayed in her house coat, while she did the cleaning. Several times she caught herself, just standing at a window, looking at the lighthouse, her mind lost in some fantasy. In one, she answered the doorbell and there he was, asking to barrow some coffee. She showed him in, shyly pulling her robe closed only to have it 'accidentally' open again seconds later, showing her hard nipples on her nightshirt. He'd be wearing those white shorts; they'd be tighter than she could tell from 100 yards away. A large knotted coil of man flesh would be evident at his crotch. He'd smile a little as he realized she was looking at it, licking her lips. She'd turn red. In the kitchen, she imagined the view he'd get as she reached for a can of coffee on an upper shelf, straining on her tiptoes, the muscles in her legs tight, her short robe riding half way up her firm white ass. Maybe, he'd step up behind her, reaching over her with his strong black arms, almost pinning her to the counter as his virile groin pressed into her lower back... Debby shook her head; she'd never get anything done if she allowed that kind'a thing to go on in her head all day. She felt the moisture seep from her lips, spreading a wet spot in her panties. Later in the shower, her fantasy caught her in the rain, locked out of the house. Only one place to go for help. He'd open the door to his quarters at the base of the tower and smile at her dilemma. Her wet tee would be almost invisible. She'd wear no bra; didn't really need one, and Todd was always encouraging her to go without. Lately she'd been humoring him around the house but never out in public; maybe she'd change that today. Maybe she'd take a walk on the beach below the rocks and the lighthouse. Maybe it would rain. He'd welcome her in and bring a big soft terry towel to dry her dripping, shivering body. He'd wrap it around her, hesitating a moment to take in her raised nipples and small patch of light pubic hair showing through her wet shorts before closing the towel across her front. She would continue to shiver. He'd suggest that a hot shower was the best thing to warm a cold, wet body. She'd kick off her shoes and he'd take her hand leading her to his private bedroom and bath. She'd stop briefly to take in the male bastion of his room: dark paneling, stone fireplace crackling, an oversized four-post bed, with large turned bedposts. Her heart would race even faster, nipples get even harder, pussy juicier still when she sees the four purple velvet ropes, one each tied to the bed posts. Each with a long working end laying on their respective bed corner. He'd start the water, adjusting it for her. He'd turn to her; she'd still be clutching the towel. He'd open it and slowly lower a large black hand to her waist, reaching in just below her belly-button. Her abdomen would concave at his touch. He'd unsnap her shorts with a flick of his thumb and fingers. All the while she'd stare into his deep brown eyes. He'd say, 'I'd get out'a those wet clothes before ya get in the shower!' Suddenly he's out the door, ...but left it open half way. She'd start breathing again and undress without closing the door. The water would be a little too hot in her chilled state. She put her face in the spray. Every nerve cell in her skin tingled. The shower door would open and he'd step in behind her. Most light now blocked, the shower darkened greatly. Debby would look down, trembling inside, and see his black feet behind and outside her own size 5, dainty white feet; his are twice as large. Debby wouldn't breath awaiting his touch. His large black arm would reach over her shoulder, --still not touching her-- and adjust the water to be a little hotter. In her real shower Debby adjusted the water until a hint of steam was being produced. Back in her fantasy, she could stand the anticipation no longer; she'd back into him, leaning on his solid black form, his long, thick and yet unseen black male stock nestling naturally down the crack of her white ass. In reality Debby's hand and wrist pushed down from the small of her back, through the checks of her out thrust buttocks, simulating the feelings of her fantasy. Her other hand served as the strong black arm that would circle her front, pulling her small white body tightly into his black strength. He would gently cup each breast, then pinch one then the other nipple. His other hand would reach down her white abdomen, parting her wet pubs then her inflamed lips. Debby closed her eyes tightly, imagining the contrast of his strong black arms draped around her small white body. Two of her own fingers served as one of his, doing the things she wanted him to do between her pussy lips. Her knees bent slightly, legs spread. She imagined being almost suspending on his fingers in front and his manhood straining into her crease behind. She shook in orgasmic release, pressing her face once again into the hot spray of the shower. Debby promised herself she'd pick up the fantasy later, maybe while she laid in the sun, or after, during a nap. Maybe he'd be working and see her as she laid out in her bikini. Actually, for living near the ocean, Debby tried not to get too much sun. There had already been some reports about skin cancer, but mostly it was her skin. Her mom had always told her that her light blond hair and light freckles indicated her skin was sensitive and it was proving true. Debby put on her bikini, her smallest, a light blue one. She gathered her lotion, portable radio, sun glasses, a beach towel, and a glass of ice tea. See looked toward the tower. She couldn't see him, though his black Camero was parked in the small lot. Before she laid in the chaise, Debby swept the patio deck. Even though they were some 50 feet above the beach on the rock shelf that formed this end of the island, the sand got everywhere. Debby arranged the towel on the chaise lounge, stole a glance at the lighthouse, and sat, reaching for her lotion. As she finished rubbing the lotion in, she looked again and ... yes, he was there. Inside the glass at the top. She flushed suddenly as she realized he was watching her with a pair of binoculars. If she'd known sooner, she'd have made a bigger show out'a putting the lotion on. She looked again; he was apparently still watching. 'At least he's not revolted by this skinny, boobless body!' Debby thought. Actually her 'B' cup looked quit good on her small frame. She weighed about 100 pounds sopping wet. She thought he had to know she'd seen him watching her. She stole another glance; still there. She wondered how well he could see her, recalling the magnification of their own binoculars. Could he see her nipple just got erect? His binoculars would undoubtedly be better, being a lighthouse and all. She blushed and stole another look; still watching. Debby reached inside for some untypical courage and, pretending she just noticed him watching her, smiled real big and waved at him. He lowered the binoculars and slowly raised a hand to wave back. Could she almost see a smile? He brought the glasses back to his eyes and swung a little east, looking apparently down the beach. Debby immediately regretted waving, making it obvious she saw him watching her. She'd have been happy if he'd continued watching her. Maybe she'd have taken her bikini top off. The fenced yard was private except for the view from the lighthouse, even it's base was visible over the fence line from her position. Maybe next time. Maybe she'd sun completely nude next time. Debby reflected that she'd never really wanted to be naked in front of a man before. Even with Todd it had been uncomfortable at first. And the fantasies about those black workmen didn't count ... cause they were fantasies ... and too far removed in time to have any chance at reality. But now ... all it would take is a few quick motions on her bikini strings. . . But no, that would be too brazen after having just waved at him! Shit! Shortly, he was no longer visible. Debby continued to sun as long as she dared, just in case he was watching, unseen from one of the lower windows that spiraled the tower. Debby laid down for a little nap at about 3. She wanted to be rested for what ever Todd would want to do in follow-up to last night ... and this morning's discussion. Maybe she should take the lead for a change. Maybe she should reassure Todd about his masculinity and her desire for him. Despite her notions of continuing her fantasy, it was Todd and their discussions that filled her mind until she drifted off. Todd had real trouble concentrating at work. He kept having images of his petite blond wife engaged in various acts with hung black men. What was beginning to disturb him the most was not the images, but that he was aroused by them. He'd had many fantasies of Debby with other men, but they had never been black. Did he have some kind of prejudice? He hadn't thought so. Could it be so bad that Debby put a different skin color on his own fantasy? He'd often fantasized about her actually coming around and being receptive to his fantasy of her being with another man. But he'd never actually . . .realistically expected it to happen. And here it was happening. . . maybe. Todd resolved to do something that never seemed to come easy for him: he'd talk to Debby; REALLY talk to her to get to the root of this whole thing. To see if THEY actually wanted to pursue this thing! Suddenly another question gripped Todd's gut: what if he said 'no?' What if he decided he couldn't handle it? Most important: what if she continued her desire? Would she get frustrated and seek to fulfill it on her own? She'd never complained. . . he'd always been the one talking about his merely average size (6-1/4"). . . and the probable pleasure she'd get from a truly big one. That was HIS fantasy; to see Debby's passion boiling over, swept away with the intensity of being 'packed' with cock! Would it cause him any frustration to never see that? No! Besides, Debby wasn't the frustrated type. Was she? He'd been very patient with her the first years of their marriage when she hadn't seemed at all receptive to oral sex, either way! Although there were times he was frustrated, he'd never considered looking for it else where; not seriously anyway. Would Debby be any more inclined to seek fulfillment of her black fantasy outside their marriage. . . without him? No! On the other hand, that new black caretaker was less than 100 yards away, practically their closest neighbor! And Debby didn't work outside the home; that presented a lot of opportunity, a lot of temptation. YES, they really needed to talk!

Debby knew Todd would start it again. He ALMOST always did. When was the first time? Not their wedding night 4 years ago, but certainly before their honeymoon was over. She'd even complained once, asking, "Why do you always bring this up while we make love?" He seemed hurt that she'd asked the way she did; that's when she realized it really was his fantasy! The next several times he hadn't mentioned it and their love making was ... different some how. She remembered being relieved when he again whispered in her ear while slowly moving inside her, "I wish I had a really BIG cock for you." Debby answered like she had many times before and since, "Yours is just right! I don't need a REALLY BIG one! Yours is big to me; I'm just a little girl remember!" At 100 pounds she knew she was stating the obvious, but he seemed to like that. He seemed to like the image of her as a little girl. Todd really did; a couple of times she even put her blond hair in pig tails and used just the slightest blusher. The right outfit completed the look: like the white starched blouse, blue plaid skirt, lacy blue ankle socks, saddle shoes, and of course, the white cotton panties! --just like she wore back in Catholic grade school. Todd always recalled that night as the best sex they'd ever had. He'd fantasized about it many times since. Of course in his fantasy he'd shaved off her light blond curls from that sweet little pussy. Then there were the other guys, the one's with big cocks. In his fantasy, he'd have them all seduce and 'play with' the little blond innocent until she was wracked with orgasms again and again while taking their throbbing organs into her stretched bald pussy and nursing mouth. Todd knew that at 6" he had nothing to be ashamed of. Of course he didn't feel all that proud of it either, . . . especially since he was fairly sure he'd never made her cum 'that way.' If he could only last longer. Not that she complained. . . Ever! Not even before he'd finally gotten her to let him use his mouth and tongue on her; that was still the only way he could get her to cum. What did that take? Almost a year? That time on their honeymoon didn't count; he'd taken her by surprise and she wasn't ready to admit it felt good. How could she? All of her teachings --her up bringing-- had taught her such things were dirty. Then almost another year to get her to take him in her mouth. At times Todd felt he deserved a medal for his patience with her; never really forcing the issue. He just took it slow and easy; he knew sooner or later she'd come around. He could feel her inner passion, visualizing it as a smoldering volcano. For her part Debby knew it was silly to think such things dirty, especially with her husband... and she really didn't. It was just that she had trouble admitting to Todd that she enjoyed it. He had her on such a pedestal, . . . so chased and pure. 'If he only knew my fantasies,' she thought. Fantasies she'd had since seeing THEM in front of her folk's house, working on the street, . . . their muscles all glistening with sweat! She truly was a little girl then, barely beginning to blossom. She had just walked home from school and sat there on the stoop watching until her cotton panties were soaked. She often wondered if they could tell? If they could see up her short skirt? If they could, did they know why they were wet? She thought she knew why but would have loved asking them; thus her fantasies often started. She decided those memories were the reason the little role play with her old school uniform was so much fun. That was the first time they'd 69'd to completion . . . with him in her mouth. She was still --even a year later-- having trouble admitting to Todd she liked that. The fact she'd done it several times since should be evidence enough. Each time she'd fantasized it was one of those workmen pumping his seed into her mouth. Each time she'd reached her own orgasm quickly after Todd, hunching her clit on his mouth or chin, feeling his nose tickle her wet pussy or tender anal bud. Tonight Debby didn't think they'd 69, not at first, not unless she asked for it. And she wouldn't. Debby had made a decision. She wanted Todd to bring up his fantasy. She wanted Todd to talk about other men --men with big cocks-- fucking her little pussy! And she knew he would too, as soon as he finished eating her. Sometimes he'd make her cum first then screw her. Sometimes he'd stop eating her, screw her, whispering his fantasies about the things she'd do with a big cock, cum in her, then go down on her again. That took some getting used to: him eating her cummy pussy. But if he liked it . . . she wouldn't complain. She kind'a liked it too! . . . Wondering if he fantasized it was another man's cum, injected by a really big cock. And when she combined that thought with her own fantasy. . . Well, she came the quickest of all then! No, it didn't really matter what order Todd did it tonight. Even if he didn't whisper those things tonight, she knew he would soon. If she could keep her courage up, she'd have a surprise for him! Todd wasn't sure either, which order they'd do it tonight. He no longer worried that he couldn't get her off. He would. With his mouth and tongue. He read it was common for women to be able to achieve orgasm only that way. He was just glad Debby had finally begun to get comfortable with that. Todd still wondered though, if Debby wouldn't be able to cum with a truly big cock, one that was not only bigger, but lasted longer than he could. As he eat her --paying most attention to her clit: gently nibbling, sucking-- he would read her body. Did she seem to be committed to cumming now? Or did she seem patient? Receptive to a screw first? He'd also gauge his own ability to avoid cumming in the sheets; he'd done that a couple of times and hated it. He'd felt ashamed, though Debby gave him no reason to be. Either way, he was glad she enjoyed his oral attention. He loved eating her! The taste of her! The arousal of her body that he was finally --after four years-- beginning to understand, to predict, to be able to read. He didn't know which he liked the best: the taste of her freshly bathed, freshly fucked, or even after a day's work or night's sleep. He just loved it. He just loved her! Todd loved her enough that if he could ever convince her to do it, he'd like to watch Debby with a really hung lover. Todd knew that was a long way off. Probably in the never-never of fantasy land. Todd had decided that the next logical step was to get Debby to do a 69 after they'd screwed. To taste their combined juices on him as he loved to taste from her. Maybe he'd try that tonight. Yes, maybe he would. That little rock of her hips and the additional spread of her legs, those were 'screw me' signs, different somehow from her 'Yes, eat me!' signs. That little motion of her fingers: gently stroking the side of his head, then sliding ever so slowly through her downy blond curls, across her flat abdomen, up the center line of her chest, detouring left and right to tickle, then pinch her erect crimson nipples --he'd never seen her do that before-- had to be 'Come fuck me!' signs. He didn't even have to ask, Debby welcomed him into her. Her heart raced, more so than usual she was sure! This was going to be it! As soon as he said something . . . A quick kiss on her lips --Todd wondered if she liked the taste of herself? She did, finding it somehow more exciting-- then gentle kisses around her neck and ear. A gentle invitation with the angle of her head and hips simultaneously, taking him as deeply as he could. Yes, this was it . . . He whispered, "You're so tight, baby! Tight and wet! You feel so good!" "You feel good in me!" He's gun'na do it, he's started that way before. . . . . . "Just think about how good it would feel if it was a really BIG cock! I bet you'd love it!" "I don't need a REALLY BIG one! Yours is big enough to me!" 'Damn it, Debby,' she scolded herself, 'where's that resolve? That courage?' "You always say that, baby. But I WANT you to have a really big one!" "Why would you want that?" 'Careful, that sounds like a rejection of his fantasy,' Debby told herself. "I mean, maybe I would enjoy it... Assume I would for a minute. What enjoyment would you get out'a that? . . . Out of another man having me?" Debby felt that was better! ... Not all she wanted to say, but a start; an invitation for him to take it further. Todd slowed his strokes, thinking. Debby kissed his ear, signaling this wasn't a rejection, but an encouragement. "I'd get to watch you! Watch all of your passion as he filled you! I bet if some hugely hung guy got you off that way you'd still be hot for me! I know that's a gamble, but I bet I'm right! I've seen your passion with just me. . . Like after I've eaten you to an orgasm; you're still hot for me! Sometimes I think I'm close to getting you over again . . . but then I..." "Shhhh!" She nibbled his ear again, knowing what he was going to say. "You do fine! I love you!" Debby realized that sounded like closure. "You'd really . . . really like to watch me . . . with another man?" Debby knew the moment of truth was quickly approaching in more ways then one. Todd was picking up the pace slightly, apparently not turned off by her question. Was that the beginning of the countdown?: '3' . . . His silence was driving her wild! She kissed his ear again. His answer would be '2:' "If he was well hung. . . and didn't mind me watching! You know... he had no expectations of you other than that one experience. I guess it's been a long time fantasy!" Her hunching up to him signaled anything but rejection! Could he actually have her interest? "Todd, . . . what if he was . . ." --Debby reached inside trying for an extra measure of courage from her pounding heart-- "What if he was . . . black?" `There!' she told herself. 'One and blastoff! Or would it be fizzle? Abort? Withdrawal? Shock? The end of her 4 year marriage?' No, he was still fucking her, ... hard! Maybe harder! Todd was so close! Did he hear her right? Black? "A . . . black man?" How would he feel he wondered. He had never seen THAT in his fantasy. Could he now? Was he even serious about anybody doing that to her? A black man? A black man with a huge cock? Debby realized he hadn't slowed any . . . If anything he was fucking her harder, deeper, longer than he ever had! Was he mad? His question didn't sound mad. "Yes! A black man! I was just wondering if what they say about . . . you know, ... how hung they are is true?" Todd never answered her question. Not verbally. He actually still didn't know how he felt about her . . . revelation. If that's what it was. He suspected that his body did all the talking necessary for now, even if he didn't understand what it said as he pounded into her with all his might. He assumed --rightfully so-- she thought the idea must have turned him on based on how he'd gushed into her a moment later. That was okay with Todd for now. If he hadn't been so wrapped up in his own thoughts and approaching explosion he might have noticed that Debby was closer than she'd ever been to her own, first-ever, penile-vaginal orgasm. Not another word was spoken as they each kissed around the other's mouth and face and neck and ears. Not while Todd withdrew --still somewhat hard-- and instead of sliding straight down to finish her orally, shifted himself around to a semi-69, dropping his mouth to her cummy pussy lips, dangling his own glistening organ near her face. Debby took the invitation, engulfing him as she rolled him to his back with her on top. As she slid her body on his in their mutual sweat and noisily slurped up their juices, she decided this was indeed the 'dirtiest' thing she'd ever done . . . and that she liked it! Little did she know that while she cleaned Todd's 'average' but quickly recovering cock, he was just about drowning in the cum that ran from her into his mouth . . . and that he loved it too! As Debby quickly climbed to her own orgasmic release on Todd's mouth, they both wondered if the other had seen the new, muscular, and very black lighthouse caretaker that started to work there on the island last week. That discussion would wait until their next missionary love making. For now, Debby wanted to feel and taste Todd cumming in her mouth again. She wondered if a black man's cum would taste the same? Todd wanted and wondered the same things. . . . Well, he knew taste wouldn't have anything to do with race. But if bigger balls produced more cum, he'd sure need to be careful: he COULD drown!

The Breeding Of Jay. I am Jay, James' wife and as you know I had a child by a black lover and James was extremely understanding. Well I thought I would tell you of events from there so you could get a woman's perspective on things. I had the child early in the year and it was a wonderful feeling having a child. I had decided to breast feed him keeping my milk not taking the pills to remove it. I loved breast feeding it was a sensual experience and very satisfying having a child suckle at my breasts. James enjoyed the pleasure of a child in the house, having wanted to have a big family, he was an only child, and we threw ourselves into the early care and upbringing of an infant. During the months, as I fed through the night and day, my breasts large and swollen with milk we would talk about having further family. I was 34 and Jay 59 so he was anxious to have them soon. He said we should have another black child so that it kept things nice and there would be no animosity between them if they were all black and thus would not feel different. I was worried that he was not having a child of his own but he said he would love them just the same and so it went to and fro, pro and con. I breast fed wanting to do it for at least 6 months as I was told it was very good for the child the longer you could do so and also helped to bring your figure back to normal more quickly, but I was still heavy with milk and my hips were still a good size although not huge, and my stomach still a little full, but thankfully I was not horribly big just more voluptuous. My routine was based around the child early morning and late night feeds, and our lives were engrossed in seeing to his well being. The breast feeding would make me very aroused (I am told this is natural) and I often had to relieve myself after feeding, or my husband who now insisted in wearing a condom would make love to me loving my full mother earth body. After 2 months of child care and breast feeding James said he was going to find a suitable black man to breed me again, I had come to agree with his wishes although I felt he also had a sexual fantasy about me being bred by a black man again which was clouding his judgment a little, but was happy for him to do that provided he was clean, compatible medically, and discrete. The problem was finding someone who would accept breeding with me and letting us have the child as ours. We could not just advertise as this was Africa and we had to be able to control the process. We talked it over and he said that our old "butler" and cook was ready to retire and we should pay him off and hire a younger more suitable man who we could have checked by the doctor and that way he would be available to us as he would live on the premises. The issue was should we tell him or just let it happen?? We decided to see who we found and what transpired. He spoke to the old man who was pleased to retire with a nice sum of money and we started to recruit another man to work in the house. After a lot of interviewing we settled on a man of about 40, slim wiry build, fine features, very black skin and a friendly sparkly face. I will call him Charles for this story. He was polite and easy to talk to. He joined us late in the year our child now 5 months old. He was helpful and would bring me drinks when I was breast feeding but never commented about the colour of the child or showed any surprise. One evening, when Charles had been with us nearly three months and retired for the night, about 9pm, my husband suggested I should get changed and go and be with Charles. I asked if he thought Charles would be comfortable with it this early into his tenure with us. He replied- "Well he will certainly get the message and we will then know if he is interested". "Should we not talk to him first" I asked now nervous. He insisted that I just go to his quarters and "Do it" as he so delicately put it. I went and showered and perfumed myself lingering my thoughts running from fear to excitement my nipples erect under the shower. I trimmed my pubic hairs shaving the lower part to expose my lips and powdered it. I looked at my figure in the mirror very full heavy breasts and dark nipples, hips still wide from the birth, my stomach rounded not yet fully flat from carrying child, my pubic hair dark and trimmed against my white skin lips protruding long from under, my legs slim and long. I painted my toe nails and fingers delaying the moment as much as I could mixed emotions running through me. What to wear was a problem to, as my breasts, still heavy and full with milk seeped in tiny amounts, so I as going to wear a nursing bra, but decided not to and so just put on a thin black dressing gown and a pair of black high heels. I still felt anxious, but aroused at the same time. There were butterflies in my stomach and a fluttering in my chest which added to my discomfort. Despite this it was compellingly sensual and arousing to be preparing to go to the room of a man with my breasts still full of milk from a first child, and spread for him, leaving my husband alone in the house, so I could take a his seed into me, with the express purpose of having his child. Finally I stepped from my room and walked down the hall to the rear kitchen door, my breasts naked and heavy leaking a little milk and I regretted my decision not to wear a bra, my pussy was wet with anticipation of what was to come but my legs heavy and my mind reluctant, I now knew what it must have felt like to be a concubine going to the master for the first time. The quarters were outside down a covered walkway with a thick hedge to give them privacy and consisted of three fairly well sized rooms each of which serve as a combined bedroom and lounge. There is a shared shower room partitioned and with lockable doors two toilets and a shared Kitchen area. Very basic and Spartan, but clean and fresh. Charles at this time was the only occupant. I walked along the covered walkway in the warm night air my heart pounding my legs still feeling heavy my knees trembling with anxiety and sexual arousal all at once. I nearly turned back once, the sudden fear of him being shocked and horrified at what I intended to do almost stopping me in my tracks, however I convinced myself I would just go and talk and see how he reacted. Then I had another heart stopping thought, what would I tell him was my reason for coming out to him at night, why had I not just called him!!. By this time I had turned the corner my pussy swollen my nipples erect and I could feel blood rushing through my ears and knew my face must be flushed. I approached his room, he was sitting in his room at a small table, the door open to keep it cool a single table light on, dressed in a light shirt and shorts. The room had a single bed pushed against the wall, a small sofa and the table with 3 chairs. He stood up as I entered looking concerned asking if there was a problem. I reassured him there was no problem I had come to see if everything was alright. I could not respond for a instant and mumbled an enquiry if his room was ok, and that everything was in order. He said it was fine. I looked at the sparse room trying to find some conversation that seemed normal, asking if he needed any more furniture, offering him some of our spare, that was in the garage. He stood there thanking me. My mind was racing lost for words as the situation, very out of the normal - a white woman in a thin black dressing gown dark patches on her chest from seeping milk, made up with painted nails and toes, high heels shoes, 10pm in the night talking to a black man in his room!! I walked over to his bed and asking if it was comfortable sat down on it as if to try it. It was very firm and I leant back my dressing gown opening to expose my legs. I said it was a bit hard and that perhaps we should get another one for him. He still stood and thanked me his eyes lingering along my exposed legs. I sat like that letting him look at me then stood up, approaching up close to him telling him that we were very happy with him and his work and enquired if he was happy with us??. He said he was fully satisfied, enjoying the work working for us, again thanking me for my kindness in asking. He was a real gentleman. I was standing close to him and could just smell his male smell, fresh sweat and soap. I put my arm on his and told him he did not need to stand up for me to please sit down which he did. I sat in a chair opposite him and talked about his family and general things. He relaxed, but I could feel the milk from my breasts seeping into my dressing gown and making a wet patch. I saw him look at this a couple of times and so asked if he had any tissue paper. He went to his bed side cabinet and took out a box of tissues. I took out each breast and wiped it then put some tissue over each one and thanking, him saying that I had just had a bath and in my rush had not put on the nursing bra. We talked some more about his life and his family and he found the courage to ask about the child and I told him about my black lover and he asked if my husband accepted and I told him what had happened. He looked at me differently now his eyes scanning my exposed legs where the dressing gown had split to reveal them. He wanted to know if I was going to have more children and I said yes. He said that black men in Africa had large families informing me with pride that he had 4 children. We talked and he relaxed telling me that I was a good mother breast feeding my child for so long, most white women he said either did not or only did it for a couple of months. I asked him if he would like to have a white wife like me. He got a little nervous and embarrassed at the question, but nodded a yes. I asked him if he had ever had a white woman and he fiddled and got very nervous at how suddenly sexual the conversation had become, but said no he never had, he had never even seen one naked. Now feeling a little more in control I asked if he liked white women and he said some, but some were harsh and loud and looked down on black men. I laughed and said did he find me harsh. He told me he thought I was very soft and pleasant and considerate of black men. I then asked if he would like to make love to a white woman!! He looked shocked and just stared at me nervous and not knowing how to respond finally saying yes. I then asked him if he would like to have sex with me?? He was visibly shocked by such a bold question and enquired how my husband might view it. I reassured him on that and asked if he did not find me attractive, or did he only like black girls. He said he thought I was very nice but, I was the mistress of the house and married to his boss!!. I stood up, taking hold of his hand I pulled him to his feet leading him to the bed, he came reluctantly but I said it was alright he did not need to worry and I opened my dressing gown now aroused and feeling very wanton pressing my naked body up against him. He stood stiffly in my arms still tense with concern so I kissed his face and reassured him feeling his hardness pressing against me as I pushed my pelvis against his crotch. He kissed me very reluctantly at first then got more confident and kissed me passionately and my breasts pressed against him making his shirt wet from milk. He pushed me gently onto the bed and lay on top of me kissing me very passionately my full breasts seeping milk onto his shirt I parted my legs as he ground his hips into my naked crotch rubbing my already wet slit through his trousers with his rigid cock. He stood up and removed his shirt and trousers and his lovely black cock stood up hard against his belly and I lay naked on the bed spread in abandon highly aroused looking at him waiting for him to pleasure me. I was now actually trembling with excitement looking at this black man standing next to me his cock hard and upright, thinking that it was going enter me that naked shaft deep in my bare vagina having me as his white breeding sow to fill with his seed deep in my unprotected and fertile womb, with me still swollen breasted with milk from child, and a stomach not yet flat from birth. It was earthy, sensual, and highly erotic all in one. He climbed on the bed and lay on me, once again pressing his hardness against my pubic mound and killing me with fiery passion. I reached down and guided his cock into my wet open vagina, feeling him enter me, all hot and soft and open inside for him, making me squirm at the sheer erotic pleasure of it. Wrapping my legs round him, I whispering, wantonly and in sexual abandon, into his ear that he was lovely and begging for him to fuck me and fill me with his black seed. He ground his hips into mine his cock felt fantastic and hard in my pussy and I pumped my hips to milk it, my orgasm surging up into me fuelled by the strangely erotic thought of being bred by a black servant. He, obviously very aroused at having his first white woman, began to breath very heavily and make grunting noises followed by a long loud grunt as he came and my orgasm followed, I ground hard against him and squeeze my thighs tight saying yeeessss, yesssss, yesssssss give it to me darling, give it to me, opening wide my thighs and pushing up too take it all. We lay entwined tight, his juices mingling with mine, for a few while then the shock of what he had done made him jump up apologising profusely. I pulled him down onto the bed telling him I had come here for this and it was OK. He relaxed and we talked lying on the bed. He began explored my body commenting on the differences between me and black girls fingering my cum filled slit and asking if I would have his baby. I said yes I hoped so as my child needed a brother, or sister. He beamed a big white smile - he now knew what was going on. I kissed him and said I wanted to do it again with him and that I was his woman and he would give me a child, he could not stop beaming that big white smile lighting up his face. He lay down beside me and I stroked and studied his black body. It was lean and hard from a physical life style with very tight black curly chest and pubic hair his testicles were tight and very big. His cock was long and slim about 8 inches with a lovely head. He had been crudely circumcised and there was a knot of skin under his cock rim which was rubbery and somehow sexy. I could not resist and lent forward taking his cock in my mouth tasting his sperm and my juices, he jumped in shock and I realised he had never been sucked. I sat up and told him to lie back and enjoy it. I sucked his cock head, licking down the shaft and cupping his testicles, my breasts dripped tiny drops of milk every now and then white against his black skin and pubic hairs. He moaned with pleasure his hand occasionally touching the back of my head as I sucked and licked his shaft. I felt him stiffen getting ready to cum so stopped. I kissed him all up his stomach and chest and to his lips kissing him hard and with passion as I straddled him guiding his cock into me and sat down then leaning forward and lying on his chest I began to pump up and down as fast as I could kissing him with a hungry passion now aroused and wanting his seed like a drug addict He grabbed me hard by my buttocks and held me tight to him as he shot his seed into me again. I cried out thanking him over and over again as he shot and then my orgasm just flowed and I twitched and bucked on top of him totally lost in the pleasure making whimpering noises and calling his name, thanking him as it surged through me in long drawn out waves. We lay tired from the exertions, then I left creeping into the house as my husband slept, a vagina open and swollen, full of black seed - a satisfied white wife bred by a black man.