From: vicswriter@aol.com (VicSwriter)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: DDL 1/6 (m/f cons - compatible, but secret fantasies)
Date: 17 Jun 1996 13:18:02 -0400
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   DDL 1/6 (m/f cons - compatible, but secret fantasies)

   Don't read if you're under age...  or don't care to read about fantasies
of sex with someone outside of one's marriage.  Then again, if you fall
into the later...  what are you doing here?

   (c) 1994 Vic S.  Permission granted to post/distribute electronically
provided it is not for profit.

   After many attempts and little success I've given up on the

   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 somehow.

   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, "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 chaste 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 gonna 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.  Story follow-ups here, public comments to
a.s.s.d.  or better yet, private email to VicSwriter@aol.com 

END DDL 1/6