From: vicswriter@aol.com (VicSwriter)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: DDL 6/6 Debby's Dark Lust (m/f cons voy intrr)
Date: 17 Jun 1996 15:12:46 -0400
Subject: Debby's Dark Lust 6/6 (m/f cons voy intrr)

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   Debby's Dark Lust 6/6- Coming to Dinner

   (m/f cons - intrr voy)

   Vic S.  as told by Debby & Todd

   Debby woke Todd early with a blow-job.  She let Todd eat her for a few
minutes, but declined an orgasm that way.  Yes, she wanted another sexual
edge.  She was a bundle of energy, which surprised both of them.  And her
pussy wasn't nearly as sore as they expected after the fucking it had
received.  Actually, having lost her anal cherry to Todd last night, her
anus was more tender than her pussy.

   The day was filled with yard and house work, shopping for wine and
steaks, marinating the later, and lot's of sexual play and teasing.  About
3 Debby came out to the patio where Todd was cleaning the charcoal grill,
wearing one of Todd's sweat shirts . . .and nothing else!  She worked
around him, next to him, in front of him, bending, stretching, all but
throwing him to the ground and sitting on his face.  For his part Todd had
a hard-on growing in his pants and a straight face as he pretended to
ignore her.  She finally walked over, grabbed his crotch and led him into
the house by the bulge.  Once in the bed room, she said, "You fink!  I want
sex!  Give me sex!"

   Ten minutes later Todd laid next to her panting.  He decided that in
just less than 24 hours after her first pussy stretching experience with a
hung black man, her pussy was back to `normal.' "That was great!  Want me
to eat ya to a cum?"

   "Later.  You can have desert later if you want it." Todd smiled as Debby
went down on him to clean his cummy cock.  A dream a week ago.

   A long bubble bath was next.  They talked.  She'd already told him
everything from her shower with Juls.  Todd was reassured and finally
admitted that not knowing exactly what was going on had been a little
exciting.  The only thing left on Tod's mind was how they were going to
handle the convenience issue.  She gave him a quizzical look.

   "I mean you're here, he's there, and I'm 25 minutes away at work!"

   "Oh. . .  well, Todd, to be very honest. . .  I don't know!  I kind'a
assumed I would never do anything without you.  I think we both know I'm
gonna want more. . .  but I hadn't considered it without you."

   "Is that realistic?  I know what temptation is like?"

   "Well, tell me Todd, what do you want?  It's probably good to have well
understood ground rules.  We've obviously opened our marriage up here;
shall we agree that we won't do anything without the other?"

   "I want you.  I want you to know I love you.  I want you to be happy.  I
want to know you want me and love me, too.  You've shown me that last night
and today.  And I hope I showed you all that last night.  Why don't we say
anything goes as long as we tell the other as soon as . . .  reasonable. 
Sometimes that'll be beforehand, sometimes after."

   Debby's heart soared.  She hadn't really thought that issue through, but
Todd had just given her permission to screw Juls to her pussy's content
without guilt as long as she told him as soon as `reasonable.' She could
live with that!

   "Are you sure that's what you want?"

   "Let's try it and if either of us wants a change in rules we can."

   "Deal!" They shook hands.  "Let's change the sheets after our bath."

   Debby spent extra time on her hair.  It was gathered on one side and the
curls spilled like spun gold on that shoulder.  Debby wore a denim bib
overall shorts. . .  and nothing else.  Normally worn with at least a tube
top, this left her breasts accessible and very visible.

   Todd saw her and said, "Over dressing for the occasion, aren't we?"

   "Actually I thought nude didn't go with steak sauce, otherwise. . . 
When I was about 10 I tried to wear exactly the same thing out to play.  My
mother said it was sinful.  You like?"

   "You little devil you!"

   Juls was a few minutes early which was good because Debby's nerves were
about to drive Todd to drink.  Todd accepted the wine and covered salad
from Juls.  Debby threw her arms around him as soon as the door was closed.
After a kiss Debby pulled free and spun around.  "You like?  It's my farm
girl look!"

   "I've always liked the country!  ...But you don't feed the stock
barefooted, do you?"

   "Wait 'til ya see how I tend the horses!"

   Todd couldn't resist, "We've both seen how you handle the studs!"

   Debby slapped at Todd for that one.  Juls smiled and said, "Uuh!  Good
comeback!  I was struggling with that one."

   So the evening proceeded, full of sexual sparing, great food, wine,
talk, Marine stories, and more sexual innuendo.  All through dinner Debby
shot glances at Juls and his crotch every chance she got.  Both men admired
her breasts --nipples hard and erect all evening-- and appreciated the
sexual energy she put into every bite of food and sip of wine.  It occurred
to Todd he'd never seen her more in heat.  What pleased him the most was
that she didn't limit herself to flirting with Juls; she even rubbed Todd's
crotch with her bare foot under the table while they were eating.

   Todd said, "How about some Amaretto in the living room?" Debby took
Juls' hand and Todd poured three brandy sniffers.  Debby --sitting cross
legged-- and Juls were on the couch when he delivered the drinks.  He sat
on the floor at the coffee table opposite them.

   "Debby, did you spill something in your lap?  You've got a stain."

   She didn't need to look.  "Yes I did, but not as bad as your spill last
night!" Todd lifted his glass to her comeback.  She'd made him promise that
tonight, if such an urgency was encountered, he'd make a deposit in her
mouth.  She said Juls would understand.

   She stood in front of Juls, rubbing her abdomen, and ran her fingers
around the inside of the bib's leg holes.  "It's just that my shorts have
been rubbing and chaffing me all evening!  Shall I go change?"

   "Why not just get rid of the offending article?" Todd suggested.

   "You just want me out'a my pants, wicked men!  Got some music?"

   Todd put some solid rock on and Debby did a very convincing strip for an
amateur, especially given she only had the one piece of clothing.  She
danced for both men, allowing Juls to unhook the shoulder straps.  She
stepped around to Todd's side of the table, threw her leg up and over him
so she ended up standing with her bib covered crotch in his face.

   She had her ass toward Juls.  Todd ran his hands up her smooth legs and
realized HE was going to strip his wife for her black lover.

   Todd undid the snaps on each of Debby's hips.  He pulled down slowly as
she swayed to the music.  Debby brought her legs together to allow him to
pull them on off.  Todd was amazed at how wet and open she was!

   Debby simply sat on the coffee table toward Todd, legs spread.  She
stroked his face with one hand and slowly moved each item on the table
behind her out of her way with the other.  Juls was a little amazed at the
precision with which she worked without looking behind her.

   Debby ran her fingers around the outside of her pussy lips, then brought
her hands up to cup Todd's face.  She whispered, just loud enough for Juls
to hear too, "Does Todd wanna little sample of desert before Debby gets the
whipped cream put in it?" He nodded yes.  "Debby really wants to be NASTY
tonight!  Is that okay with Todd?"

   "As nasty as you wanna be, Babe!"

   With her hands on Todd's head Debby leaned back on the coffee table
guiding his mouth to her pussy.  Her head dangled just off the side toward
Juls.  Looking at him upside-down she reached for him.  "Juls, let King out
of his stall, Debby wants a taste and a ride!"

   Juls knelt above her head with his legs spread.  "You let him out,
baby." Debby ran her hands over his bulge, once again working blind as she
couldn't see from below his crotch.  While she groped around looking for
land marks, she couldn't resist nibbling on his bare black skin below his
Bermuda shorts.  She located the snap: undone.  Zipper: down.  Debby used
both hands to pull down on the waist band.  "Use your mouth, your teeth
too, baby!" Debby clutched the cuff of one leg in her teeth.  Juls slowly
pushed himself up using the coffee table, so Debby could keep pulling his
shorts down as he went up.

   Juls took a few seconds to get his shoes off and finish the job of
removing his shorts.  While he did that, Debby ran her hands through Todd's
hair.  His view from her crotch was excellent for what he knew was coming.
Juls once again moved over Debby's flushed face, his loose military style
boxers the only obstacle to her goal.  Not that it was really much of an
obstacle; she already had her tongue well up into his shorts and was
licking black balls and cock.  She could tell he was well bathed, but he
still had a musky man crotch fragrance that she inhaled deeply.  Her hands
reached to his waist band once again and tugged on the short leg opening
with her teeth.  They made quicker work of these.  Juls removed his own
shirt as she welcomed him to once again straddle her face.  Debby pulled
down on his 3/4 erect black shaft.  She maneuvered her mouth up and down
both sides, swiping his leaking slit with her tongue.  She guided his hips
back with her hands and with a husky voice asked, "Will you fuck my face? .
. .DEEP?"

   "Did you practice, baby?" She nodded upside-down.  Debby's heart raced.
For some reason the notion of him using her face, mouth, and throat like he
did her hips that first fuck on the top of the light house really excited
her.  She guided his strong black hands to the side of her head, which was
back, mouth open seeking his black cock tip.  Once his hands held her head
firmly, Debby moved her own to his hips.  She would control his depth with
hand signals to his hips.

   The first signal said forward; Juls obliged.  Back a little adjusting.
Forward again.  Back.  Forward; deeper.  Back.  Forward more still.  Cycle
again.  Again; deeper.  Again; deeper.  A gag; back.  Debby swallowing,
adjusting.  Back in.  Out.  In; deeper still.  Out.  In.  Faster.  Deeper.
Out.  In.  And so it went.  Juls was indeed fucking her face almost as a
pussy.  Debby wished Todd was still eating her.  She knew what he was
doing: watching!  Watching this hung black man fuck his white wife's mouth
and throat!

   Once again Todd was in awe!  He could actually see her throat bulge with
his in-stroke.  While Debby could take all of his own 6 inch cock, Juls was
about 2+ inches shy of using all of his nearly 10".

   Juls pulled out almost gasping.  He'd really gotten into that too. 
"Damn, baby!  That was a new one on me!  Shit!" Debby whimpered.  She was
so close.  Her mind --the real control center of all orgasms-- had allowed
her to flow into that nebulous dream of `Debby as receptacle, a vessel for
big black cock!' All she'd needed was someone to push that button!  She'd
have to explore that realm again.

   But it would have to wait.  Juls took her hand and pulled her up.  She
wiped spittle from her checks, chin, and lips.  He looked at Todd and
asked, "Where do ya want us to fuck?"

   "Yeah. . .  The bed room!" He motion in that direction.  "Did you cum in
her throat?" Todd asked with an edge of urgency.

   "No, but I couldn't have lasted much longer!  Let's go see how nasty she
wants to get!" His comment to Todd, who was pleased to be invited.

   Juls pushed Debby on the bed face first and quickly arranged her on her
knees with ass in the air and shoulders and face down on the bed.  He
buried his face in her upthrust rear, tonguing her dripping pussy up to her
anus and back again.  He used his large black hands to spread her firm
white ass checks, He circled her rosebud with his tongue, then tweaked it,
licked it, nibbled at it.  He made a hard pointy tip to his tongue and
pushed.  Debby squealed and pushed back.  Juls pushed harder; her ring gave
and he shoved his tongue in her ass.

   Debby wailed!  "Oh god!  He's eating my ass!  His tongue's in my ass!"
She could only take so much of that.  It was just too intense to remain the
passive recipient.  She pulled away, dragging him with her.  She guided him
up on the bed face down and dove for a spot between his black legs, kicking
them further apart with her knees.  Now it was her turn.  She planted her
little white hands firmly on his black ass checks, spread them and
nose-dived right in!

   Once again Todd was in awe.  He removed his own clothes as if in a
trance watching her eat out this black man's ass.  He caught glimpses of
her little tongue laving on his black ass hole.  It turned him on!

   Suddenly Juls had had enough of that, taking control again and in
seconds Debby was on her back stuffed full of black cock!  There was
nothing slow or gentle about their fucking.  Debby was quickly bucking in
orgasm and squealing her approval and encouragement for the fucking she was
getting.  Todd crawled up to Debby's head on his knees and jacked a load of
cum into her welcoming mouth.  She smiled at him and swallowed just before
Juls flipped her over and pulled her hips into the air.  Debby was sure
Juls was going to try to shove it up her ass, even as he slid into her
pussy doggy style.  She just knew her ass was next and that it wouldn't
fit. She was too far gone over the orgasmic crest to protest upfront; she'd
trust that her screams of pain would suffice before any permanent harm was
done.  He bored into her, his balls slapping her thighs and mons pubis.

   Just after another crest broke on Debby's orgasmic beach, Juls handled
her to her back again.  She knew he was on the home stretch now.  Her legs
were folded up to her shoulders.  His black balls slapped noisily in her
wet sex.  Debby reached above her and retrieved Todd's pillow and tried to
get it under her hips.  Todd helped.  She smiled at him with dreamy lust
filled eyes.  Debby turned her head to Juls, wrapping her arms around his
neck.  She gave his ear a sloppy kiss before she mouthed the words, "Cum in
my pussy, Juls!  Pump me full of your black baby seed!  Give me my whipped
cream for Todd's pussy pie!  She reached for Todd's hand and held it tight.
With Juls' first orgasmic howl, Debby was pulsing her hand signaling Todd
in time with the spurts of juice at her cervix.  When he was spend, she
whispered in his ear, "Let me clean you!  Then let Todd and Debby have
desert!  OK, Baby?" Juls pulled out.  Debby pulled him to her mouth with
one hand and guided Todd to her pussy with the other.  She watched Todd
past the slimy shaft at her mouth.  His eyes never left her gapping cum
filled pussy hole as he dipped his mouth in homage to it.  She heard Todd
whimper as his fantasy was totally fulfilled!

   END DDL 6/6 ...and our story for now.  Author's comments...  DDL was the
1st of the stories I've begun reworking from my journal I began keeping in
1970 --most of which is about my then young wife and I, and our adventures.
I may publish that separately as it is book length.  DDL was the first of
the stories I'll be posting if interest is high enough.  All are about the
interracial sex experiences of other white couples, most based on
correspondence and/or conversations with couples who shared our interest in
the subject (we're white); our contacts originally developed via swap
magazine ads and a swing club years ago.  I don't feel bad about claiming
authorship, even when based on correspondence, the writing IS original and
mine, based on brief overviews in their letter(s).  To my knowledge the
stories told are essentially true, unless I clearly label them as
"fantasy." Obviously I've embellished them some to make them --hopefully :)
-- more interesting, but I have tried to maintain the original plot,
feelings, and perspectives.  I've changed names and places sufficiently
that actual identities have been protected.  The story of Debby and Todd is
one example; we met at a swing club when Todd and I noticed that each
other's wives were both interested exclusively in black men and had
actually been "competing" for the attention of the same rather well hung
fellow for a time; they ended up sharing, but that's another story.  The
DDL series could actually be a story within a story.  After we --my wife
and I, and Todd and Debby-- realized that we shared many interests
including interracial sex of the black male/white female variety, we became
very close friends, doing more than just the swing scene together.  The
evening Todd and Debby related their story to us verbally was actually a
bust of an interracial swing party.  In retrospect I wouldn't have had it
any other way.  It was Debby's birthday and Todd, my wife, and I had
planned on giving Debby a her first black gang bang (a professed fantasy of
hers) as part of her birthday present/party.  We'd rented a nice cabin at
the Lake of the Ozarks --she knew that much-- and thought we had firm
arrangements with 5 FIRM bodied black studs from St.  Louis, one of which
was reported to have a 10 inch dick.  We had booze, snacks, music, polaroid
film, sex toys, oil and other lubricants, two petite, horny blonds. .
.Well, to make the outer story shorter, I'll just say the black guys never
showed.  We found out later that their car had broken down on I-44.  They'd
had the phone number of where they were expected, but it ended up staying
in the car behind the tow truck back to St.  Louis, along with directions
and the name of the lodge.  One called a cousin to come after them at a
truck stop. . .  It was a comedy of errors.  The poor guys never did get
any white puss (that weekend) and I think the whole episode turned them off
to ever trying again (as a group).  The girls got laid but had to settle
for us white boys -- more on that shortly.  Before we totally gave up on
the black dick showing up, we just sat around, drinking and reminiscing
about early experiences.  That's when Debby and Todd told about the move
from monogamy to mahogany (sorry, couldn't resist) for Debby.  Their entry
into interracial was much different than our own; most events with my SO &
I just happened, interesting though they were.  I hope in the writing I've
done justice to the heart felt emotions and internal struggles that
decision was for them.  It is truly one of the most emotion charged and
erotic stories I've ever heard on the subject, at least for where no sneaky
infidelity was involved, nor any non-consentual activity.  Oh. . .  Back to
the party: What we planned on being 5BM/2wf gangbang, watched and
photographed by 2 white hubbies ended up being all white: ff (their first),
fmf (my first; Todd didn't that night, but had before at a swing club with
two other gals, while Deb was with a black stud), mfm DP's x 2 (everyone's
first), and a good old fashioned mate swap mf<-->fm --Debby's only with a
white guy, while we knew them, and my only ever.  During my 11 years of
swinging with my wife (1970 through 81), this one night was the only time I
was ever WITH another woman --not that I didn't have chances --I had many--
or because I don't like women, --I love'm-- it's just that I love my wife
more; I loved to see her get crazy with some hung black guy(s) and tend to
her needs during and after.  Hell, I even helped her get ready.  (Those are
other stories and in our book in progress.) I know there are lots of white
guys (and husbands) that think I must be sick, but to me, there's nothing
more erotic.  And I can honestly say my SO has been all the hotter for me,
because (or in spite) of all the black dick I let her have.  We treated it
as a gift from each of us to the other.  She knew it turned me on and her
enjoyment was obvious.  Some may argue we added to, and perpetuated the
stereotype of the black male; that we used them.  All I can say is that
we've had a number of very good black friends (of both sexes) over the
years in the swing scene (and out), and some that were just casual pickups,
and I never heard any of them complain about being so USED.  (There was one
black lady who wasn't very happy about her SO's praise for my SO's body and
sexual talent, but that had nothing to do with color).  Peggy says she
loves the stuffed feeling a hung guy, especially thick ones, give her; and
that the contrast of skin color adds to the erotic tension of the
experience.  I agree with her second point and can only take her word and
watch her response relative her first.  As to the continueing issue of
penile size, all I can say is, no, not all black guys are hung, just as not
all whites are big, short, long or tall.  I know not all white couples
involved with black guys are so lucky --we celebrated our 25th this past
year.  Of the 6 white couples we ran with that were involved in the
interracial scene, only one other, Debby and Todd, remain married as far as
we know.  Among the other couples, one mixed race baby was born and at
least one other aborted, and sadly one husband OD'd on pills and booze a
month after his wife left to move in with her black lover.  It's likely
that of the 5 separations/divorces, swinging in general and interracial
swinging specifically, had various degrees of effect on the disintegrating
relationships.  From what I observed: in one case the marriage was doomed
anyway by his running around and squandering $$, in another he couldn't
deal with her taste for dark meat, in yet another, swinging and the wife
being with a black man was fulfillment of HIS fantasy, not hers, and she
felt degraded by the whole thing, but did it to please her husband (I don't
think they had any business swinging).  The remaining 2?  Who knows.  I've
rambled a bit, and I'm sure some of this could'a been in other news groups,
but I wanted any readers who have stayed with this story thus far to have
some insight into "from-whence it came." If it wasn't for AIDS, I know what
I would have gotten my wife for our 25th!  As I mention in part 1 of this
set, starting about 2 weeks ago I had tried to use the anon server.  You
may see a piece or two straggle in as it unloads; sorry for any redundancy.
Only piece I saw (5) wasn't all there, hence these posts via a new account.
Enjoy, but be safe!  Vic ps.  Yes, Debby did end up getting her 1st black
gang-bang several months later.  If there is sufficient feedback I'll
polish up that story and post it!  

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