Archive-name: debbies_dark_lust1-4

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Subject: Debbies Dark Lust 1

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Subject: DDL 1/6 (m/f cons - compatible, but secret fantasies)
Debby's Decision
Vic S. as told by Debby & Todd

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 sinse, "Your's is just right! I don't need a REALLY BIG one! Your's 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.

And Todd 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. And each time she'd fantasized it was one of those workmen pumping his seed into her mouth. And 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! Your's 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!

* * * * * * * * * * * Author's notes * * * * * * * * * * *

Hi All! Vic S. here. Back after over a year absence from stories. Original server folded almost overnight. Tried anon; very frustrating and gave up. See new address below. My first contribution is a repost --with a few edits and additions-- of a fairly popular story I posted a couple of years ago. If you got pieces via my anon attempts or someone else has reposted, sorry for any redundancy, but I am the author and, like I said, I've been away.

The story is about Todd and Debby, a real couple. My wife and I became acquainted with them in the swing life style in early 70's. Todd and Debby told us about the 'first time' their marriage opened and I added the story to our journal. While based in fact, it has obviously been embellished some by Todd and Debby in the telling, and my wife and myself in the writing; all hopefully for the better. Also, enough has been changed to protect the anonymity of all envolved. At the end of part 6 I've add a few more tidbits about Todd, Debby, and our own swing life.

Each Chapter will end with: END n/6..., so you'll know you got all of that part.

Enjoy, and be safe! Vic S.

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Subject: DDL 2/6: Todd's Dilemma (m/f cons voy intrr) From: vicswriter@aol.com (VicSwriter) Date: 17 Jun 1996 13:29:13 -0400 Message-ID: <4q44l9$buf@newsbf02.news.aol.com>

DDL 2/6: Todd's Dilemma (m/f cons voy intrr)

Debby's Dark Lust -2/6- Todd's Dilemma
(m/f cons - voy)
Vic S. as told by Debby & Todd

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, but 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! To see her wet panties. 16 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? Her being with a black man? Not that he was prejudice; he didn't think he was. But it was so ... taboo. He would be mortified if his friends even knew she had the desire. And what if she liked it? Liked it so much, she dumped him? Why did he screw her so hard after she'd told him? And 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? And 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 ya 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 gunna 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 your's 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 gunna 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. And 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 keep the binoculars handy in case she sees 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 viral 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 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 around her. 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? And 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 seen that? No! And 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 any way. 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!

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Path: news.demon.co.uk!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!xara.net!emerald.xara.net!news.thenet.net!uunet!in3.uu.net!www.nntp.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!howland.erols.net!newsxfer2.itd.umich.edu!portc01.blue.aol.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: asimm57819@aol.com (ASimm57819) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Debbies Dark Lust 3b Date: 10 Sep 1996 10:50:14 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 336 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <513v76$iip@newsbf02.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com X-Newsreader: AOL Offline Reader

Subject: DDL 3b/6 Cont. from 3a/6 From: vicswriter@aol.com (VicSwriter) Date: 17 Jun 1996 13:50:08 -0400 Message-ID: <4q45sg$cod@newsbf02.news.aol.com>

**** DDL 3b/6 Cont. from 3a/6

"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."

"Julious 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 Julious, 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." Julious 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 Julious'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."

Julious 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 worshiped 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 to 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 Julious H. Washington, lighthouse caretaker, x-marine drill sergeant was hung. He'd seen Debby taking note of the bulge in Julious'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 Julious'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 Julious 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, feminime."

"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 ok. 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!"

Path: news.demon.co.uk!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!xara.net!emerald.xara.net!usenet2.news.uk.psi.net!uknet!usenet1.news.uk.psi.net!uknet!psinntp!psinntp!howland.erols.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!newsxfer2.itd.umich.edu!portc01.blue.aol.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: asimm57819@aol.com (ASimm57819) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Debbies Dark Lust 4a Date: 10 Sep 1996 10:50:40 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 659 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <513v80$iiq@newsbf02.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com X-Newsreader: AOL Offline Reader

Subject: DDL 4a/6 (m/f cons voy intrr) From: vicswriter@aol.com (VicSwriter) Date: 17 Jun 1996 14:05:22 -0400 Message-ID: <4q46p2$dn3@newsbf02.news.aol.com>

Subject: Debby's Dark Lust 4a/6 (m/f cons voy intrr)

If you are under age, read no further; likewise if the subjects don't interest you. The series deals with consentual sex between adults: a white couple and the wife's desire for, and 1st sexual encounter with a black man, the open marriage and the voyeurism of the husband.

Please keep in mind that all of this occurred before AIDS and that while such behavior had some risk then, it was no where near the lethal risk that exists today. Be SAFE!!

(c) 1995 Vic S. Permission granted to post/distribute electronically provided it is not for profit and these notices are left intact.

Debby's Dark Lust -4/6- The Welcome
(m/f cons - intrr voy) 4 in 2 parts a & b
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 Julious 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 Julious'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 Julious 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 Julious 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 Julious'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 Julious 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?" Julious 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?" Julious'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; Julious' 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 Julious' face, `Yes, her display is purposeful and for your enjoyment!'

Julious 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!" Julious 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 Julious 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. Julious was watching her. Todd had apparently changed his mind and was going for a daiquiri; three glasses were arranged on the counter. Julious 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." Julious 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!" Julious watched the exchange with amusement.

"It's not for you to volunteer me. . . Besides he may not want a skiny 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, Julious 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!" Julious 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. Julious 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 Julious 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 Julious 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.

Julious 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." Julious 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 Julious 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 Julious 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. Julious gave Todd a look like he too was surprised by the turn of events. Todd smiled reassuringly realizing Julious 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 Julious' 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. Julious' 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. Julious 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 Julious 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 Julious 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; Julious', 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.

Julious 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 Julious' 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. Julious' arms were as large as Debby's thighs. Todd was sure, at 100 pounds, she weighed less than half what Julious 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!"

Julious lifted her gently. Debby lined up her pussy opening. Julious 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 squelled! Julious 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 Julious' large black hands on her buns. Her pussy stretched grotesquely around the thick black shaft. Her little anus alternately looked distended and puckered as Julious and Debby worked her sex up and down on his.

Debby leaned in to bury her face in Julious' shoulder, muffling her cry, "Aarrrrggghhh! Ooooohhhhh!!! Gggggooooooooddddddd! Cuummmminng!" Debby's thigh muscles trembled visibly. Julious 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 Julious' 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 Julious was merely steadying her, that her entire weight rode his shaft. She was slamming herself on it! Julious 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!" Julious 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. Julious 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.

Julious 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!

*** Continued in DDL 4b...

Path: news.demon.co.uk!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!arclight.uoregon.edu!chi-news.cic.net!ddsw1!news.mcs.net!www.nntp.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!howland.erols.net!news-peer.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!portc01.blue.aol.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: asimm57819@aol.com (ASimm57819) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Debbies Dark Lust 4b Date: 10 Sep 1996 10:51:06 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 274 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <513v8q$ijn@newsbf02.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com X-Newsreader: AOL Offline Reader

Subject: DDL 4b/6 (m/f cons voy intrr) From: vicswriter@aol.com (VicSwriter) Date: 17 Jun 1996 14:21:27 -0400 Message-ID: <4q47n7$ei7@newsbf02.news.aol.com>

DDL 4b/6 continued from 4a...

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 sliky 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 Linclon 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?"

Todds 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 glaced 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 bigtime 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. Looked back at the door almost expecting to see it close. It didn't. He felt a 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.

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