From: vicswriter@aol.com (VicSwriter)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: DDL 4b/6 (m/f cons voy intrr)
Date: 17 Jun 1996 14:21:27 -0400

   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
peck, but Todd had reached a hand behind her head and was holding it.  She
let her lips melt into his, yielding to his tongue as she wondered if Todd
could taste it.  He could.

   The deep voice boomed from some level below, echoing off the rounded
walls, "Ya'll clear of the light level?"

   Todd's voice cracked a little as he shouted back, "We. . .  we're fine!"

   They heard the clank of mechanical relays and were instantaneously
bathed in warm light from the stair opening just above.  It occurred to
Todd how rare this whole event was: he might have been then only white
husband in the history of man to have witnessed his wife getting fucked by
a large, muscular, hung black man in the light enclosure of a lighthouse.
He dipped his head to kiss Debby's wet pussy.  He inhaled the sweet musky
odor of raw sex.  Their sex!  Debby lifted one leg allowing his mouth
better access.  Todd wanted to lose himself right here!  To once again
possess her pussy, ...his pussy; and for it to possess 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 lead 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
pigeon 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 kinda 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
shook 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 living 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 shook 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.  

END DDL 4/6