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Stretching Debby

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 andtheir love
making was ... different some how.

She remembered being relieved when he again whispered in her ear while
slowly moving inside her, "I wish I had a really

BIG cock for you."

Debby answered like she had many times before and since, "Yours is just
right! I don't need a REALLY BIG one!

Yours is big to me; I'm just a little girl remember!" At 100 pounds she
knew she was stating the obvious, but he

seemed to like that. He seemed to like the image of her asa little girl.

Todd really did; a couple of times she even put her blond hair in pig
tails and used just the slightest blusher. The right

outfit completed the look: like the white starched blouse, blue plaid
skirt, lacy blue ankle socks, saddle shoes, and

of course, the white cotton panties! --just like she wore back in
Catholic grade school. Todd always recalled that

night as the best sex they'd ever had.

He'd fantasized about it many times since. Of course in his fantasy he'd
shaved off her light blond curls from that

sweet little pussy. Then there were the other guys, the one's with big
cocks. In his fantasy, he'd have them all

seduce and 'play with' the little blond innocent until she was wracked
with orgasms again and again while taking their

throbbing organs into her stretched bald pussy and nursing mouth.

Todd knew that at 6" he had nothing to be ashamed of. Of course he
didn't feel all that proud of it either, . . .

especially since he was fairly sure he'd never made her cum 'that way.'
If he could only last longer. Not that she

complained. . . Ever! Not even before he'd finally gotten her to let him
use his mouth and tongue on her; that was

still the only way he could get her to cum. What did that take? Almost a
year? That time on their honeymoon didn't

count; he'd taken her by surprise and she wasn't ready to admit it felt
good. How could she? All of her teachings

--her up bringing-- had taught her such things were dirty. Then almost
another year to get her to take him in her

mouth. At times Todd felt he deserved a medal for his patience with her;
never really forcing the issue. He just

took it slow and easy; he knew sooner or later she'd come around. He
could feel her inner passion, visualizing it as

a smoldering volcano.

For her part Debby knew it was silly to think such things dirty,
especially with her husband... and she really didn't.

It was just that she had trouble admitting to Todd that she enjoyed it.
He had her on such a pedestal, . . . so chased

and pure. 'If he only knew my fantasies,' she thought. Fantasies she'd
had since seeing THEM in front of her folk's

house, working on the street, . . . their muscles all glistening with
sweat! She truly was a little girl then,

barely beginning to blossom. She had just walked home from school and
sat there on the stoop watching until her cotton

panties were soaked. She often wondered if they could tell? If they
could see up her short skirt? If they could, did

they know why they were wet? She thought she knew why but would have
loved asking them; thus her fantasies often

started.

She decided those memories were the reason the little role play with her
old school uniform was so much fun. That was

the first time they'd 69'd to completion . . . with him in her mouth.
She was still --even a year later-- having

trouble admitting to Todd she liked that. The fact she'd done it several
times since should be evidence enough.

Each time she'd fantasized it was one of those workmen pumping his seed
into her mouth. Each time she'd reached

her own orgasm quickly after Todd, hunching her clit on his mouth or
chin, feeling his nose tickle her wet pussy

or tender anal bud.

Tonight Debby didn't think they'd 69, not at first, not unless she asked
for it. And she wouldn't. Debby had made

a decision. She wanted Todd to bring up his fantasy. She wanted Todd to
talk about other men --men with big cocks--

fucking her little pussy! And she knew he would too, as soon as he
finished eating her. Sometimes he'd make her cum

first then screw her. Sometimes he'd stop eating her, screw her,
whispering his fantasies about the things she'd do with

a big cock, cum in her, then go down on her again. That took some
getting used to: him eating her cummy pussy. But

if he liked it . . . she wouldn't complain. She kind'a liked it too! . .
. Wondering if he fantasized it was

another man's cum, injected by a really big cock. And when she combined
that thought with her own fantasy. . . Well,

she came the quickest of all then!

No, it didn't really matter what order Todd did it tonight. Even if he
didn't whisper those things tonight, she knew he

would soon. If she could keep her courage up, she'd have a surprise for him!

Todd wasn't sure either, which order they'd do it tonight. He no longer
worried that he couldn't get her off. He

would. With his mouth and tongue. He read it was common for women to be
able to achieve orgasm only that way. He

was just glad Debby had finally begun to get comfortable with that. Todd
still wondered though, if Debby wouldn't be

able to cum with a truly big cock, one that was not only bigger, but
lasted longer than he could.

As he eat her --paying most attention to her clit: gently nibbling,
sucking-- he would read her body. Did she seem to

be committed to cumming now? Or did she seem patient? Receptive to a
screw first? He'd also gauge his own ability

to avoid cumming in the sheets; he'd done that a couple of times and
hated it. He'd felt ashamed, though Debby gave

him no reason to be. Either way, he was glad she enjoyed his oral
attention. He loved eating her! The taste of her!

The arousal of her body that he was finally --after four years--
beginning to understand, to predict, to be able to

read. He didn't know which he liked the best: the taste of her freshly
bathed, freshly fucked, or even after a day's

work or night's sleep. He just loved it. He just loved her!

Todd loved her enough that if he could ever convince her to do it, he'd
like to watch Debby with a really hung lover.

Todd knew that was a long way off. Probably in the never-never of
fantasy land. Todd had decided that the next

logical step was to get Debby to do a 69 after they'd screwed. To taste
their combined juices on him as he loved

to taste from her. Maybe he'd try that tonight.

Yes, maybe he would. That little rock of her hips and the additional
spread of her legs, those were 'screw me' signs,

different somehow from her 'Yes, eat me!' signs. That little motion of
her fingers: gently stroking the side of

his head, then sliding ever so slowly through her downy blond curls,
across her flat abdomen, up the center line of

her chest, detouring left and right to tickle, then pinch her erect
crimson nipples --he'd never seen her do that

before-- had to be 'Come fuck me!' signs.

He didn't even have to ask, Debby welcomed him into her. Her heart
raced, more so than usual she was sure! This was

going to be it! As soon as he said something . . . A quick kiss on her
lips --Todd wondered if she liked the taste of

herself? She did, finding it somehow more exciting-- then gentle kisses
around her neck and ear. A gentle invitation

with the angle of her head and hips simultaneously, taking him as deeply
as he could. Yes, this was it . . . He

whispered, "You're so tight, baby! Tight and wet! You feel so good!"

"You feel good in me!" He's gun'na do it, he's started that way before. . .

. . . "Just think about how good it would feel if it was a really BIG
cock! I bet you'd love it!"

"I don't need a REALLY BIG one! Yours is big enough to me!" 'Damn it,
Debby,' she scolded herself, 'where's that

resolve? That courage?'

"You always say that, baby. But I WANT you to have a really big one!"

"Why would you want that?" 'Careful, that sounds like a rejection of his
fantasy,' Debby told herself. "I mean,

maybe I would enjoy it... Assume I would for a minute. What enjoyment
would you get out'a that? . . . Out of

another man having me?" Debby felt that was better! ... Not all she
wanted to say, but a start; an invitation for him to

take it further. Todd slowed his strokes, thinking. Debby kissed his
ear, signaling this wasn't a rejection, but an

encouragement.

"I'd get to watch you! Watch all of your passion as he filled you! I bet
if some hugely hung guy got you off that

way you'd still be hot for me! I know that's a gamble, but I bet I'm
right! I've seen your passion with just me. . .

Like after I've eaten you to an orgasm; you're still hot for me!
Sometimes I think I'm close to getting you over

again . . . but then I..."

"Shhhh!" She nibbled his ear again, knowing what he was going to say.
"You do fine! I love you!" Debby realized

that sounded like closure. "You'd really . . . really like to watch me .
. . with another man?" Debby knew the moment

of truth was quickly approaching in more ways then one. Todd was picking
up the pace slightly, apparently not turned

off by her question. Was that the beginning of the countdown?: '3' . . .
His silence was driving her wild! She

kissed his ear again.

His answer would be '2:' "If he was well hung. . . and didn't mind me
watching! You know... he had no expectations

of you other than that one experience. I guess it's been a long time
fantasy!" Her hunching up to him signaled

anything but rejection! Could he actually have her interest?

"Todd, . . . what if he was . . ." --Debby reached inside trying for an
extra measure of courage from her pounding

heart-- "What if he was . . . black?" `There!' she told herself. 'One
and blastoff! Or would it be fizzle? Abort?

Withdrawal? Shock? The end of her 4 year marriage?' No, he was still
fucking her, ... hard! Maybe harder!

Todd was so close! Did he hear her right? Black? "A . . . black man?"
How would he feel he wondered. He had never

seen THAT in his fantasy. Could he now? Was he even serious about
anybody doing that to her? A black man? A

black man with a huge cock?

Debby realized he hadn't slowed any . . . If anything he was fucking her
harder, deeper, longer than he ever had! Was he

mad? His question didn't sound mad. "Yes! A black man! I was just
wondering if what they say about . . . you know,

... how hung they are is true?"

Todd never answered her question. Not verbally. He actually still didn't
know how he felt about her . . .

revelation. If that's what it was. He suspected that his body did all
the talking necessary for now, even if he

didn't understand what it said as he pounded into her with all his
might. He assumed --rightfully so-- she thought the

idea must have turned him on based on how he'd gushed into her a moment
later. That was okay with Todd for now. If he

hadn't been so wrapped up in his own thoughts and approaching explosion
he might have noticed that Debby was

closer than she'd ever been to her own, first-ever, penile-vaginal orgasm.

Not another word was spoken as they each kissed around the other's mouth
and face and neck and ears. Not while Todd

withdrew --still somewhat hard-- and instead of sliding straight down to
finish her orally, shifted himself around

to a semi-69, dropping his mouth to her cummy pussy lips, dangling his
own glistening organ near her face. Debby took

the invitation, engulfing him as she rolled him to his back with her on
top. As she slid her body on his in their

mutual sweat and noisily slurped up their juices, she decided this was
indeed the 'dirtiest' thing she'd ever done

. . . and that she liked it! Little did she know that while she cleaned
Todd's 'average' but quickly recovering cock, he

was just about drowning in the cum that ran from her into his mouth . .
. and that he loved it too!

As Debby quickly climbed to her own orgasmic release on Todd's mouth,
they both wondered if the other had seen the

new, muscular, and very black lighthouse caretaker that started to work
there on the island last week. That

discussion would wait until their next missionary love making. For now,
Debby wanted to feel and taste Todd

cumming in her mouth again. She wondered if a black man's cum would
taste the same? Todd wanted and wondered the same things. . . . Well, he
knew taste wouldn't have anything to do with race. But if bigger balls
produced more cum, he'd

sure need to be careful: he COULD drown!

Debby was nervous. Todd was apprehensive. It was just last night that
Debby, after years of Todd's hinting and prodding

her about HIS fantasy, had shared her own with him. You see Todd had
fantasized about Debby being with another man, no

one in particular just a well hung man. He even thought he'd like to
watch. He hadn't, however, considered the spin

she would but on his fantasy; she wanted a black man!

In fact, it had been a secret fantasy of hers back to when she was just
a girl; she could remember that day she walked

home from Catholic grade school and sat on her stoop watching several
muscular black men working on the street in

front of her house. She thought at the time they were beautiful with
their strong muscles glistening with sweat!

She didn't know much about sex then, except it was dirty unless you were
married ...and maybe even then, and that

babies were made that way. She wasn't sure why her panties had gotten so
moist. Maybe it was because she new they could have seen up her plaid
uniform skirt if they'd looked hard enough ...and that it was nasty if
they did ...and even more

nasty if she let them. ...and nastier still that she wanted them to do
it! She wanted them to see her wet panties.

Sixteen years later remembering still made her moist; it always did!

Debby's revelation last night had Todd tossing and turning most of the
night. Every thought he had brought another

question: Why did he ever think he wanted her to experience another
cock? Was he serious? Was she serious? Could he

handle it? Handle her being with a black man? Not that he was prejudice;
he didn't think he was. But it was so ... so

taboo. He would be mortified if his friends even knew she had the
desire. What if she liked it? Liked it so much, she

dumped him? Why did he screw her so hard after she'd told him? Why did
CUM so ferociously? Maybe it was just because

they had been making love anyway ... and he'd been close to cumming when
she'd told him. But then, why did he get hard

several times thinking about it? Why did he wake with a hard-on after
having THAT dream. Good god! Could HE actually

let HER do those things? Would SHE actually do those things?! ...with a
BLACK man!? Even if he could resolve all those

questions, how do you talk to your wife about such things?

For her part, Debby had sleep soundly. Very soundly! Telling Todd had
felt like such a weight had been lifted. A

cleansing ... almost like confession was supposed to feel. --She never
told her priest that she "...masturbated while

thinking of black men doing things..." to her, so she was never sure if
her confessions were 'good' ones.-- Their

love making after she told him took on such an intensity that Debby was
sure he was turned on by her 'addition' to

his fantasy. But now, this morning, Todd wasn't even talking to her! He
acted almost ... distant. As he stared

into his coffee, not even touching the toast she'd fixed him, Debby
wondered if it was such a good idea after all,

telling him her desire, her fantasy.

"Todd?"

"What, baby?"

"It was just a fantasy. I still love you!"

"What? ... oh! I wasn't even thinking about that! ... Just have lots on
my mind. ... Other things."

"Todd. ... What other things?" ...silence. "I know you were thinking
about IT! Don't be mad at me! Don't hate me! It

was just a fantasy." ...silence. "It's not like I'm gun'na run off with
the lighthouse caretaker or something!"

"The thought never entered my mind! I still love you too, baby! I was
just so ... surprised! I guess I didn't know

what to say ... about ... IT. You know? ...how I felt."

"Well, until this morning I felt great having told you. You've brought
me a long way... There was a time I couldn't

have imagined telling anyone my fantasy, ... and the other things you've
taught me: I never dreamed I'd actually ever

do oral sex; not to mention, enjoy doing it! You are a good teacher. Is
it terrible your good little girl has some

nasty thoughts? A fantasy of my own? You've sure told me yours a lot, I
thought you'd be glad mine was kind'a in

line with your own ... sort of."

"I know! I guess I was questioning myself more than you. You know, what
I really want!"

"What ever it is, I hope it includes me!" Todd got up and pulled Debby
into his arms. She continued, "Because I can't

picture me without you!" She fought back a sob, emotions were on such a
tight edge.

Todd felt it too. "That much I'm sure off! I want you as long as you can
stand me!" They both hung on as if dancing

to silent music. "I'm glad you told me, honest! I just want you to be
happy and well satisfied!"

"I love you, Todd! As far as I'm concerned, fantasies can stay
fantasies. I just don't want to deny having them any

more. Just don't ever feel threatened by any I have. Okay?"

"Okay, baby. I love you too! ... Shit! I'm gun'na be late!" They kissed
and he was out the door.

Debby wondered what their next love making would be like. Would he bring
up the subject? Would he once again talk

about her being with some big cocked guy? Men put such an emphasis on
size. Their penis, a woman's tits... well,

Todd's never complained about her little ones. Of course he had
opportunity to play with quite a few bigger than hers

before they were married. On the other hand, she'd never played with any
cock besides Todd's. Were black men bigger,

as they say? It didn't seem to phase him when she mentioned the
lighthouse caretaker. Surely, if he didn't at least

know of him, it would have confused him in that context.

Debby set about her house chores, thinking about Todd and his fantasy
and her fantasy and their love making and his

demeanor this morning and his reaction to their discussion. Every now
and then, she'd look out a side window, toward the

light house. She'd seen him several times during the week, painting and
doing other chores to the historic sentinel,

not 100 yards from her own cape cod home. What she'd seen caused her
pulse to elevate, even from this distance:

broad shoulders, narrow hips, powerful thighs, very black skin
contrasting with his white shorts and the white of the

lighthouse itself. She kept the binoculars handy in case she saw him today.

 

Todd took a swing past the lighthouse instead of turning directly toward
the bridge that connected the island to the

mainland. He drove slowly hoping to get a glimpse of the new caretaker.
Was he what brought all this on with Debby?

Was she seeing him? 'Come on man!' he told himself. 'Don't jump to any
conclusions!' He'd only been on the job a week,

based on the article he'd seen in the paper. The head shot photo showed
a good looking black man, neck like a

linebacker. Had Debby seen the article? What did it say about his back
ground? Todd checked at work to see if the

paper was still around; it wasn't. He went to the library during lunch
to look it up.

 

Debby finished her house chores by 10. As was her habit, she'd stayed in
her house coat, while she did the cleaning.

Several times she caught herself, just standing at a window, looking at
the lighthouse, her mind lost in some fantasy.

In one, she answered the doorbell and there he was, asking to barrow
some coffee. She showed him in, shyly pulling her

robe closed only to have it 'accidentally' open again seconds later,
showing her hard nipples on her nightshirt.

He'd be wearing those white shorts; they'd be tighter than she could
tell from 100 yards away. A large knotted coil of

man flesh would be evident at his crotch. He'd smile a little as he
realized she was looking at it, licking her

lips. She'd turn red. In the kitchen, she imagined the view he'd get as
she reached for a can of coffee on an upper

shelf, straining on her tiptoes, the muscles in her legs tight, her
short robe riding half way up her firm white ass.

Maybe, he'd step up behind her, reaching over her with his strong black
arms, almost pinning her to the counter as his

virile groin pressed into her lower back... Debby shook her head; she'd
never get anything done if she allowed that

kind'a thing to go on in her head all day. She felt the moisture seep
from her lips, spreading a wet spot in her

panties.

Later in the shower, her fantasy caught her in the rain, locked out of
the house. Only one place to go for help.

He'd open the door to his quarters at the base of the tower and smile at
her dilemma. Her wet tee would be almost

invisible. She'd wear no bra; didn't really need one, and Todd was
always encouraging her to go without. Lately she'd

been humoring him around the house but never out in public; maybe she'd
change that today.

Maybe she'd take a walk on the beach below the rocks and the lighthouse.
Maybe it would rain. He'd welcome her in

and bring a big soft terry towel to dry her dripping, shivering body.
He'd wrap it around her, hesitating a moment to take in

her raised nipples and small patch of light pubic hair showing through
her wet shorts before closing the towel across her

front. She would continue to shiver.

He'd suggest that a hot shower was the best thing to warm acold, wet
body. She'd kick off her shoes and he'd take her

hand leading her to his private bedroom and bath. She'd stop briefly to
take in the male bastion of his room: dark

paneling, stone fireplace crackling, an oversized four-post bed, with
large turned bedposts. Her heart would race even

faster, nipples get even harder, pussy juicier still when she sees the
four purple velvet ropes, one each tied to the

bed posts. Each with a long working end laying on their respective bed
corner.

He'd start the water, adjusting it for her. He'd turn to her; she'd
still be clutching the towel. He'd open it and slowly

lower a large black hand to her waist, reaching in just below her
belly-button. Her abdomen would concave at his touch.

He'd unsnap her shorts with a flick of his thumb and fingers. All the
while she'd stare into his deep brown eyes. He'd say,

'I'd get out'a those wet clothes before ya get in the shower!' Suddenly
he's out the door, ...but left it open half way.

She'd start breathing again and undress without closing the door. The
water would be a little too hot in her chilled state.

She put her face in the spray. Every nerve cell in her skin tingled. The
shower door would open and he'd step in behind

her. Most light now blocked, the shower darkened greatly. Debby would
look down, trembling inside, and see his black

feet behind and outside her own size 5, dainty white feet; his are twice
as large. Debby wouldn't breath awaiting his touch.

His large black arm would reach over her shoulder, --still not touching
her-- and adjust the water to be a little hotter.

In her real shower Debby adjusted the water until a hint of steam was
being produced. Back in her fantasy, she could

stand the anticipation no longer; she'd back into him, leaning on his
solid black form, his long, thick and yet

unseen black male stock nestling naturally down the crack of her white
ass. In reality Debby's hand and wrist pushed

down from the small of her back, through the checks of her out thrust
buttocks, simulating the feelings of her fantasy.

Her other hand served as the strong black arm that would circle her
front, pulling her small white body tightly into

his black strength. He would gently cup each breast, then pinch one then
the other nipple. His other hand would reach

down her white abdomen, parting her wet pubs then her inflamed lips.
Debby closed her eyes tightly, imagining the

contrast of his strong black arms draped around her small white body.
Two of her own fingers served as one of his,

doing the things she wanted him to do between her pussy lips. Her knees
bent slightly, legs spread. She imagined

being almost suspending on his fingers in front and his manhood
straining into her crease behind. She shook in

orgasmic release, pressing her face once again into the hot spray of the
shower.

Debby promised herself she'd pick up the fantasy later, maybe while she
laid in the sun, or after, during a nap.

Maybe he'd be working and see her as she laid out in her bikini.

Actually, for living near the ocean, Debby tried not to get too much
sun. There had already been some reports about

skin cancer, but mostly it was her skin. Her mom had always told her
that her light blond hair and light freckles

indicated her skin was sensitive and it was proving true.

Debby put on her bikini, her smallest, a light blue one. She gathered
her lotion, portable radio, sun glasses, a

beach towel, and a glass of ice tea. See looked toward the tower. She
couldn't see him, though his black Camero was

parked in the small lot. Before she laid in the chaise, Debby swept the
patio deck. Even though they were some 50

feet above the beach on the rock shelf that formed this end of the
island, the sand got everywhere.

Debby arranged the towel on the chaise lounge, stole a glance at the
lighthouse, and sat, reaching for her lotion.

As she finished rubbing the lotion in, she looked again and ... yes, he
was there. Inside the glass at the top. She

flushed suddenly as she realized he was watching her with a pair of
binoculars. If she'd known sooner, she'd have made

a bigger show out'a putting the lotion on. She looked again; he was
apparently still watching. 'At least he's not

revolted by this skinny, boobless body!' Debby thought. Actually her 'B'
cup looked quit good on her small frame.

She weighed about 100 pounds sopping wet. She thought he had to know
she'd seen him watching her. She stole another

glance; still there. She wondered how well he could see her, recalling
the magnification of their own binoculars.

Could he see her nipple just got erect? His binoculars would undoubtedly
be better, being a lighthouse and all.

She blushed and stole another look; still watching. Debby reached inside
for some untypical courage and, pretending

she just noticed him watching her, smiled real big and waved at him. He
lowered the binoculars and slowly raised a hand

to wave back. Could she almost see a smile?

He brought the glasses back to his eyes and swung a little east, looking
apparently down the beach. Debby immediately

regretted waving, making it obvious she saw him watching her. She'd have
been happy if he'd continued watching her.

Maybe she'd have taken her bikini top off. The fenced yard was private
except for the view from the lighthouse, even

it's base was visible over the fence line from her position. Maybe next
time. Maybe she'd sun completely nude next time.

 

Debby reflected that she'd never really wanted to be naked in front of a
man before. Even with Todd it had been

uncomfortable at first. And the fantasies about those black workmen
didn't count ... cause they were fantasies ... and

too far removed in time to have any chance at reality. But now ... all
it would take is a few quick motions on her

bikini strings. . . But no, that would be too brazen after having just
waved at him! Shit!

Shortly, he was no longer visible. Debby continued to sun as long as she
dared, just in case he was watching, unseen

from one of the lower windows that spiraled the tower.

Debby laid down for a little nap at about 3. She wanted to be rested for
what ever Todd would want to do in follow-up

to last night ... and this morning's discussion. Maybe she should take
the lead for a change. Maybe she should

reassure Todd about his masculinity and her desire for him. Despite her
notions of continuing her fantasy, it was Todd

and their discussions that filled her mind until she drifted off.

Chapter 2

Todd had real trouble concentrating at work. He kept having images of
his petite blond wife engaged in various acts with

hung black men. What was beginning to disturb him the most was not the
images, but that he was aroused by them. He'd

had many fantasies of Debby with other men, but they had never been
black. Did he have some kind of prejudice? He

hadn't thought so. Could it be so bad that Debby put a different skin
color on his own fantasy? He'd often

fantasized about her actually coming around and being receptive to his
fantasy of her being with another man. But

he'd never actually . . .realistically expected it to happen. And here
it was happening. . . maybe. Todd

resolved to do something that never seemed to come easy for him: he'd
talk to Debby; REALLY talk to her to get to the

root of this whole thing. To see if THEY actually wanted to pursue this
thing!

Suddenly another question gripped Todd's gut: what if he said 'no?' What
if he decided he couldn't handle it? Most

important: what if she continued her desire? Would she get frustrated
and seek to fulfill it on her own? She'd

never complained. . . he'd always been the one talking about his merely
average size (6-1/4"). . . and the probable

pleasure she'd get from a truly big one. That was HIS fantasy; to see
Debby's passion boiling over, swept away

with the intensity of being 'packed' with cock! Would it cause him any
frustration to never see that? No! Besides,

Debby wasn't the frustrated type. Was she? He'd been very patient with
her the first years of their marriage when she

hadn't seemed at all receptive to oral sex, either way! Although there
were times he was frustrated, he'd never

considered looking for it else where; not seriously anyway. Would Debby
be any more inclined to seek fulfillment of her

black fantasy outside their marriage. . . without him? No! On the other
hand, that new black caretaker was less than

100 yards away, practically their closest neighbor! And Debby didn't
work outside the home; that presented a lot of

opportunity, a lot of temptation.

YES, they really needed to talk!

Todd called and offered to bring pizza home for diner. Debby would make
a salad.

Debby put on her favorite tie-dye tee-shirt with no bra and her ragged
cut off jean shorts for Todd's arrival home. He

gave her his ceremonial kiss, seemingly not even noticing her nipples
poking at the tee-shirt. He was once again

quiet while they ate. Debby tried to make small talk and he was barely
responsive. Debby would like to have told him

about seeing the new lighthouse caretaker while she sunned, but the way
he was acting... She wondered if they were

going to go through this every time they saw one another now that the
'secret' of her fantasy was out.

Todd knew it was obvious he had something on his mind and he didn't like
the uneasy feeling it seemed to create. He

wanted so much to tell her. . . To watch her reaction. He knew they had
to talk. He decided to just plunge ahead; he

took a silent deep breath, reached in his pocket and removed the piece
of folded paper.

"Saw an article in a paper laying around the coffee room at work; I
thought you may be interested in it." He handed

Debby the Xerox copy. "He's an x-marine, retired drill sergeant, I think
it said." He let Debby read a moment.

She scanned a little, glanced at the picture and looked up, trying not
to seem too interested. Todd asked, "Have you

seen him?" He immediately regretted the potential double meaning.

Debby told the truth, getting them quickly past the possible accusatory
interpretation of his question. "Only from a

distance. Didn't even know his name." She looked back at the article.
"'Julius H. Washington,' says here. Yes,

you're right, 'x-marine drill Sergeant and later Sergeant Major in
charge of new recruit basic training at ...'" She

read on silently for the most part, "...'divorced with two grown
children' ... 'enjoys weight lifting, cooking, and oil

painting' ... 'busy catching up on maintenance items understandably
neglected during the beloved, late Captain

Smitty's illness'..." Debby put the article back down. Her heart raced.
Maybe it was unfortunate timing that there

would be a new black lighthouse caretaker leaving less than 100 yards
from their house at this point in their four year

marriage. Her long time secret fantasy and its revelation to Todd really
had nothing to do with Julius H. Washington.

Would Todd believe her if she said so? Debby started on another piece of
pizza, even though she had no desire for

one.

It was hard for Todd to read Debby's reaction to the article. Was it
only coincidence that she came up with this

black male fantasy a week after this guy started working almost next door?

Todd finally broke the silence, "Said he's divorced; have ya seen any
lady friends around?"

"No. Only seen him a few times. Painting the tower railing and stuff,
and leaving in his car once; a black Camero, I

think."

"At least he's apparently not gay!"

Debby got up. "Todd, could you put the pizza away when you're done?"

He watched as she headed for their bedroom. He wondered ifhe had made
her mad. 'Did she think I was accusing her of

*being with* HIM?' Was he? Had she been? NO! He wasn't ready to jump to
that conclusion. What would he do? Would

he even want to know? Would he want to watch? There went his cock again,
twitching to life at the images in his head.

He wondered what Debby WAS doing!

Todd put the left over pizza and salad in the frig. He turned to go find
her and there she was in the kitchen door.

She still had on her little ragged jean short-shorts and was bare
footed. She'd changed her top though; her tee-shirt

was gone and in its place she wore one of his short-sleeve white shirts.
It wasn't buttoned at all, the front tails

were simply tied at mid-waist. Her lightly tanned skin fairly glowed
between the deep open "V" created by the

shirt, and looked darker than it really was against the white of the
fabric. It was transparent enough that the

untaned triangles of breast flesh and her crimson nipples where clearly
visible, even on the left where the pocket

would have covered it if the shirt wasn't so large on her.

"Wow! I like your outfit! I'd forgotten how sexy those short-shorts
were. And my shirt's never looked better."

"Glad you like!"

"He would too! You going over to get acquainted?" Todd smiled, trying to
make sure it was received in the same

light hearted way he thought he intended it.

"Well, nnnoooo! Hadn't even considered that. I intended to seduce my
husband. . . Unless he'd rather I do something

else..."

"What makes you think I need seduced?"

Debby walked demurely over and extended her hand. Todd took it and was
lead into the bedroom. Debby turned and began

unbuttoning Todd's shirt. "I just thought I'd reassure him that,
whatever fantasies I have --or he has for that

matter-- it's he and I, as in US-- that is important and lasting!" She
undid his belt, the button on his slacks, and

his zipper. "That you are all the man I ever really need..." She dropped
to her knees in front of him, taking

his slacks and underwear down as she went. "...and the only man I'll
ever love!" With that she engulfed his not quiet

flaccid penis completely.

In four years of marriage Debby had never gone after Todd's cock like
that and he was a little taken back. . . but

recovering quickly! He could count of both hands the times she'd
initiated sex. She'd never been this aggressive.

Todd wondered if she was fantasizing that the cock in her mouth was
black. It didn't seem to matter to his cock! "Oh

my God! Debby, what are you doing to me?!"

She pulled her nose out of his pubic hair. His cock was slimy wet with
her saliva. Debby couldn't believe she'd

actually had his cock in her throat! She was just so excited. He'd
started almost soft and feeling it grow in

her mouth was so . . . sensual! It just kind'a grew into her throat.
She'd fought her gag reflex once and now looked

at his glistening slick cock through teary eyes. "I can't believe I ate
the whole thing!"

"I can't believe it either!" Then she did it again! It hesitated at the
back of her mouth; she jutted her jaw,

pushed and swallowed. With an 'Ummph' her nose once again tickled in
Todd's thick curls. "Oh God!" And again!

"Uuugghh! Much more of that and I'll be coating your tonsils!"

"Ummmm!" Debby moaned in encouragement.

Todd didn't want it to end this fast. "Comm'er baby! Let me get you
out'a those sexy rags!" He pulled her off of his

cock.

She pouted and wiped saliva from her mouth. She pushed him back on the
bed and said, "No! This is all for you. Let me

strip!" And she did! As if there was music: slow, sensuous, sexy. She
made the most of the two pieces of

clothing she had on: teasing, flashing --she unzipped her shorts and
pulled the open waist band up causing the crotch

to dig into her wet pussy. She pinched and pulled on her hard nipples
and pulled teasingly on her light pubic hair,

acting like she threw some his way.

This was no longer the innocent Debby he'd had on that pedestal for so
long. . . . And he liked it! "Where's your

panties, Baby?"

"Didn't wear any today! Made me feel sexier for you! My jean crotch has
been digging into my pussy all day and I've

been so wet! Do you like your little girl being a little nasty?" She
finally dropped her jean short-shorts and

kicked them toward Todd but missed.

"I'm loving it! Are you still my little girl?"

"You know I am! I just wan'na be your naughty little girl! I've had to
be good for too long!"

"Tell Uncle Todd how you wan'na be naughty!" Todd expected Debby to
start talking about black men.

Debby had a more immediate objective in mind. She did her best little
girl imitation, "I wan'na suck Uncle Todd's

wiener until it shoots juice in my mouth!"

Todd almost choked! "Does Uncle Todd get to suck Debby's little pussy?"

"Mmmaaaayyyybe! But not until I've swallowed your cum down in my tummy!"
That Debby was actually saying that, was a

dream come true for Todd! She grabbed a pillow and placed it at his
feet. She dove for his cock, deep throating his

6+ inches again! She pulled off with a pop and said, "Just lean back and
enjoy; I really wan'na do this!"

"Oh God, Baby, I probably won't last long."

"That's okay; just relax, watch, and let it happen!" With that she went
to work. Todd still couldn't believe this!

He'd never really watched her giving him head before. They'd 69'd and
she'd leaned across his abdomen blocking his

view a few times; with the later she'd never taken him all the way to
the finish. Never had she set out to make him

cum in her mouth... and told him to watch!

Actually, Todd suppressed them both; it took longer than he figured it
would. Maybe it was watching... or the tension

created by her effort on his shaft to get it into her throat every now
and then. He wanted to eat her so bad he could

taste it! It wasn't until he imagined Debby doing this to a largely hung
man --okay, he'd make it a black man!-- that he

once again felt his orgasm was imminent. It happened fast then. "Oh God,
Baby, I'm CUUMMMMMING!!! That's it, suck

him, Baby! Oh yah!"

He flopped back, panting as Debby nursed his deflating cock. She finally
flopped beside him. "Emmmm! That was good!"

she said, smacking her lips.

"Really? You're not just saying that?"

"I've liked it since the first time! I'm just sorry it took so long to
find out! And ... I was scared to admit that I

liked it at first! I'm not going to keep any secrets from now on!

"By-the-way: 'Suck HIM'?"

"Uh?"

"You said, 'suck him, Baby! ...' HIM who?"

"My cock I guess!"

"Todd, no secrets?"

"Okay . . . Some big cock from my fantasy!? Okay, . . . it was a black
cock. No secrets; you've got me thinking about

it now!"

"I guess I knew that. Todd, it's just a fantasy. . . I'd never..."

Todd put his finger to her lips. "Shhh!" He moved himself to the edge of
the bed and pulled her hips that way too.

"That can wait. . . Now it's your turn! Watch me, like I watched you!"
Debby had always had her head back and eyes

closed as he'd eaten her before, and more likely than not, the lights
had been out.

He devoured her with as much enthusiasm as she had him. And Debby was
more involved than ever before: watching, making faces of pleasure and
torment, guiding his head and mouth with her hands, hunching at his
face, pulling her knees

almost to her chest and spreading them wide, feeding him her crotch! And
she was wet! Wetter than he could ever

remember, prior to being screwed. Amazingly, neither of them gave a
thought to another man, hung or not, black or

white; it was just Todd and Debby. More accurately, Todd's mouth and
tongue and Debby's pussy and clit! Nothing else

mattered to either of them. It was glorious! It was pussy worship born
in love as much as her act had been homage to

his cock for the same reason! And her orgasm matched the depth of
feeling each had for the other!

Todd had covered Debby's anus with his thumb and was amazed at the
pulsing signals of her climax in her muscles

surrounding her anus and pussy. In four years of marriage he'd never
felt it that way.

Todd had eased up on his clit sucking as she squealed in release,
knowing from experience how her clit apparently got

sensitive to the point of pain as she went over the top. But this time
he couldn't resist giving it one last firm

suck as Debby trembled in the aftermath of her cum. The result was
instantaneous and equally amazing: the muscles

under his thumb, around her anus, knotted and spasmed again! Debby
sheirked and jerked with what appeared to be an after

shock equal to the original orgasm! At first she pulled his face into
her pussy so hard it scared Todd, then she pushed

him away, dropping her hands to the bed, clutching the covers. Todd
still supported her cute ass with one hand,

his thumb still on her anus; it continued its involuntary contractions
for nearly 10 seconds before fading away.

Todd sat back on his heels, watching in awe as her legs trembled. He
expected Debby to kind'a unwind, lowering her

legs and just coast for awhile. Instead Debby put her little feet on
each side of his head, holding it has if they

were hands. She raised her head and with lust filled eyes and a husky
voice said, "Shit! That curled my toes. What

was that last thing you did, you wicked man?"

"Your little button was standing so tall I couldn't resist giving it
just one more good kiss!"

Debby raised Todd's head with her feet. At first he thought she was
gunna guide it back to her pussy; instead she

allowed his mouth to get only within a couple inches. "If that was a
kiss, I don't know if I could handle a suck!"

She just kept lifting and Todd was forced to his knees, then to stand
stooped over her, her legs now extended almost

straight up, her feet still clutching his head. She reached between her
thighs and grabbed his cock. "Ummm! This is

what I need now! It feels up to it!" Debby let her feet slide down to
his shoulders as he leaned into her, following

the pull on his now thoroughly recovered manhood.

Todd and Debby both watched as his cock slid straight into her sex in
one smooth stroke. "Oh yesssss!" She hissed.

Her pelvis rose off the bed, coming up to meet him as he leaned into her
legs, her feet on his shoulders, almost

folding her in half. Debby's taut body seemed to have the flexibility of
a gymnast; her feet almost touching her own

ears. "Oh God, Todd, fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep!"

Todd realized this position afforded the deepest possible penetration.
As deep as he could anyway. "I'm giving ya

all 6, baby! Maybe a little more!" They'd measured it once 6-1/4" in
length and 5-1/4" in circumference. Nothing to be

ashamed of, but Todd immediately wished he had more.

"Don't forget the 1/4 inch; slam it in me too! As hard and as fast as
you want, baby!" Debby was flushed as he'd ever

seen her. He'd often pictured her as a smoldering volcano of sexuality.
He felt like he was now seeing at least a

hint of her eruption potential. She was begging for all the cock he
could give, hard and fast, and he wished he had

more. Could she take 8" . . .maybe 9" and bigger around too? He'd like
to give it to her, even if it was on another

guy! The thought fueled his own passion as he slammed into her with such
force he was sure it must hurt, if not from

the genital penetration, then just their colliding pelvic bones and skin
slapping against each other. She didn't seem

to care and because of that, neither did he! On he went as Debby
clutched at his hair pulling his face to her own,

kissing him urgently, her legs seemingly tangled backwards between then.
She kissed his ears as he pictured a big

black man pouring all he had into Debby while she loved every inch of
what he could give. That was all for Todd;

his release felt like his entire being was pouring into her, suddenly
white hot and all fluid.

The sensation was closely matched by Debby's own. She had been lost in a
stream of images, the central theme of which

was her as the receptacle --a vessel-- for the seed of manhood. As if
her womb was a most special one selected for

a ritual in which she received the white hot fluid of a darkly cloaked
figure who was literally all cock! And she

had tried to take all of him. . . all of Todd! She'd have swallowed his
entire being through her sex in a weird

reverse birth if she could have.

They both hung there, both trembling, both almost too scared to move,
both feeling as if their groins had become liquid

and melted together. Debby once again became aware of Todd --it had
seemed for a time he was just a cock, one that she

couldn't seem to get enough of into her. She became aware that her pussy
was twitching and that she may well have

experienced her first penil-vaginal orgasm. Is that what it was? She
felt like she'd blacked out, couldn't recall. It

didn't matter, it was sweet now!

Todd spoke first, "Talk about curling your toes! That was .. . incredible!"

"Ummm!" was all Debby said as Todd slowly peeled himself from her. It
was as if she needed to unwind the body that

had unnaturally folded up between them as her vessel was offered for
penetration. As Todd pushed himself up and

Debby let her legs fall to the floor they both watched the rush of fluid
from her. She covered her vagina with a hand,

immediately sorry they hadn't put a towel down. Cum dribbled down the
side of the bedspread under her.

Todd was almost scared to ask, "Did ya make it? . . . Do ya want me to
finish you with my mouth?"

"I might have . . . It was so intense I kind'a lost myself! And you're
sweet, but I'm not sure I could handle any more

of your clit sucking right now and a hot bath sounds so good!" She kept
her hand clutched over her sex as she

waddled into the bathroom. "I can't believe how much you came . . . for
the second time in an hour, it's amazing!"

she called back to him.

"You're the amazing one! Jeez! . . . Want some company in the tub?"

"Absolutely!"

Todd started the tub and added bubble bath as Debby finished on the
toilet. Shortly they eased into the hot water and

Todd pulled Debby back to him. Todd wanted to ask Debby so many things.
He didn't know where to start. He finally

decided to just start anywhere and not analyze each question even before
it was asked. He'd take his lead from what

Debby had said: she didn't want anymore secrets; he'd just have to trust.

He just let the question currently in his head flow out, "There at the
end, when you almost . . . er, might have made

it, were you having a fantasy? And before you answer, it's okay if it
was about a black man."

As Debby took a breath he was sure that is exactly what she was going to
say. "To be very truthful, I'm not sure! It

was weird, like I was lost in it somehow, that it had taken over me.
Like I didn't have a fantasy, it had me. I

remember the feeling that I was one big vagina. A pussy being offered up
to some kind'a penis god or something. It

was you . . . and it wasn't. Like your whole being was just a cock the
same as mine was a pussy. And I tried to get all

of you in me! Could you tell!"

That you tried to swallow me? Yah! . . . Wow! I've never been a penis
god before!"

Debby slapped playfully at his leg that encircled her. "Don't let it go
to your head! What was your fantasy?"

"Hoooolllyyy SHIT! Debby!"

"WHAT?"

"Your fantasy! It's . . . it's like a dream I had last night! Not
exactly the same . . . but similar enough to be

really weird!

"In my dream, you were standing on this raised platform, in a silky
white, see-through gown. The top of this platform

was about eye level. I walked over and kissed your feet and ran my hands
up your legs. I helped you kind'a set down,

slide over to the edge, and bunch the gown around your waist. I
proceeded kiss your pussy, lick around your folds,

and to thoroughly eat you out.

"And here comes the weirdest part: Some dark cloaked figure approaches
--he's huge!-- towering over us both, platform

and all. I can't make out any details until he opens his cloak; that's
when I realize this . . . creature is like all

cock! Thing's obscenely big! I'm kind'a mesmerized by this . . . thing.
He moves closer; it's bobbing up and down in

front of him. I pull your butt further off the edge, and ducking under
you, I lift your ass, offering your sweet

pussy to him. You've pulled your legs up to your chest like you did just
now when we made love! Isn't this just too

weird?"

"It is freaky, they're so similar! Then what?"

"Well, it just gets weirder still: He starts fucking into you with his
massive cock when suddenly another snakes out

from under the first. It swings up and starts poking you in your butt hole."

"Two at once? One in my butt?"

"It was just a dream, but it gets weirder still: a couple more black
colored cocks appear from the chest area and you

start nursing on them! My dream ended as all these cocks began spewing
creamy juice that you can't seem to get enough

of."

"Damn! Todd! Is this tub too hot or is it just me? And that is that
poking me in my crack back there?"

"Sorry, I just thought it was enough like yours, it was just too weird!"

"I'm sure it all means something, but to be honest, I'm too hot to try
to interpret it right now!"

"You want to make love again?"

"I think its gunna be a little sore. Just cuddle me, tell me you love
me, . . .and that my fantasy is okay; that you

won't hate me for having it! ...And of course mean ever word of what you
say!"

"Debby, I couldn't deny you having fantasies. I've sure had mine. And if
we wanted to leave them fantasies, I guess

that would be the end of it."

"But?"

"I'm not sure either of us want to leave them fantasies. . . So I guess
we need to talk."

"Well, I guess I disagree with you: it sounds like you're saying if we
just wanted them to be fantasies, we wouldn't

need to talk. I think we need to talk, regardless!"

"Of course you're right baby. It's just something that's hard for me
sometimes, but I'll try."

"I've got a suggestion: instead of trying to talk this through here or
in bed, where it's too easy to be . . .

sidetracked, let's take a walk on the beach and talk there."

"Sounds like a plan, Baby!"

Todd felt better some how, having agreed to talk it out. Debby knew they
had much ground to cover before she'd feel

comfortable, whatever they decided. At least it would be together.

They finished their bath and Todd suggested Debby wear the same
short-shorts and his shirt as earlier. She was a

little hesitant because the beach was seldom deserted, especially on a
mild evening like this. But if she were

going to be more daring, now was a good time to start. And it would be
getting dark soon, so her bare chest wouldn't be

that noticeable.

They set out on their walk hand-in-hand. Debby could tell Todd was
struggling with just how to start this

conversation. Finally she said, "We need a few ground rules I think:
that we try not to get defensive about any of our

feelings, that no question is off limits, and that whatever the answer
is, we agree that we still love each other."

Todd was silent.

Todd was thinking, analyzing. Is there any question I don't want her
asking me? Or. . . Is she seeking 'immunity' for

some transgression?

Debby's intuition was uncanny, "Tell ya what; I'll answer a couple
without being asked: I have never been with a black

man or any other man sexually besides you. And I won't ask you if you
have been with anyone, cause I trust you haven't

...since our marriage. I don't need to ask."

"I haven't been!"

"I know!" . . .Silence. "Come on, Sweetheart, don't make me guess what
else you might wan'na ask. Go on. Ask me."

"Ask you what?"

"What ever it is that you're the most curious about?"

"Does our new lighthouse keeper turn you on?"

"Yes, but not any more than any other good looking black man. I've only
seen him from a 100 yards. . . And that

picture in the paper."

"You talk like good look'n white guys don't turn you on."

"Not true at all! I look; I enjoy! Especially tight buns. One of the
best things about living so close to the beach."

The last said as a tall blond life guard type in jogging shorts went
past. "See what I mean?"

"Didn't do much for me, but I can see where a gal..."

"It's just that if those good looking buns had been on a solid black
bod. . . Well, in all honesty, my legs would

probably feel a little weak 'bout now."

"If our lighthouse caretaker isn't the source of this sudden fantasy
about black men, who is?"

Debby chuckled. "Sorry. My fantasy about black men is anything but
sudden. I've had that fantasy secretly for 16

- 17 years. You're the first and only other person I've ever revealed
that to."

"Say what!? You'd have been a little girl." He did the math. "Hell,
you'd have been 9 or 10!"

"That's right, 5th grade I think. I came home from school and several
real muscular black men were working on the

street in front of our house. I sat on our stoop watching them for quiet
awhile. None of them wore shirts. I thought

their sweaty muscles were beautiful, all glistening in the sun."

"Debby, thousands --no millions-- of little white girls see black guys
working without growing up wanting them

--fantasizing about them!"

"I'm sure you're right, but I'd bet that millions also, at some point,
for some baffling reason, have a secret desire

to be with a black man. I read somewhere it is a common fantasy of white
women. I guess that realization that I

wasn't alone in my desire was the first time I actually began to think
about telling you. Up to that point I

thought I must be a demented sinner of a wife for having such a fantasy.
Of course by then you'd been whispering

things while we made love for some time about how you wanted me to enjoy
a big cock. I got to admit, adding your erotic

suggestions to my own fantasy really got me going."

"I hope you don't think less of me for having that fantasy."

Debby stopped their forward motion and turned Todd to look at her. "How
can you think I might? I think after I

realized it was your fantasy, I respected your courage in sharing it
with me. I should have had more courage sooner."

They kissed then walked on quietly for awhile.

"As I look back, I don't know why that incident effected me so. Maybe it
was a backlash of some lewd racist comment

made by my dad or older brother at some point I don't even remember, or
some whisper from a playmate long since

forgotten. What ever it was, setting there on that stoop, the seeds of
this life long fantasy were planted." They

walked silently for a number of seconds, each kicking sand.Then Debby
continued, "I don't even know which happened

first: the dampness in my panties or the sexual thoughts...such as an 9
or 10 year old can have. I just know that I

had this moist tingling 'DOWN THERE' and these thoughts about how they
could see up my little school girl skirt.

And I wanted them to! And that was nasty. Me wanting them to see me
'DOWN THERE'! That was the beginning."

"They didn't try anything did they?"

"NO! One of them might have smiled at me while he wiped hisbrow. They
were prefect gentleman. I was the hussy! The

wetter the tingling got, the more I thought about them; and the more I
thought, the more tingling wetness filled my

panties. I wondered if they were black all over. By that evening I
regretted not going in, taking off my panties and

going back out to let them see! Within the week I was constructing
scenarios in which, one or more of them would

come up and talk to me, take my hand and lead me into the house or the
woods or someplace and ..."

"And what? Did you even know what sex was?"

"I knew that it was nasty, made babies, and must be fun the way adults
smiled, but would never talk about it! I just

pictured them playing with me. No, I don't have a rape wish! I guess at
first I pictured them playing doctor with

me, you know touching me, pulling my panties down, maybe spreading my
cracks front and back. I think I had this urge

to get naked in front of them from the very beginning.

"Todd, if me keeping this from you all this time hurts you in any way,
I'm sorry! You've got to understand it wasn't

easy to finally share my fantasy with anyone. I intend to be 100% honest
from now on."

"I understand. . . I'd struggled with telling you mine at first; I guess
I'm just a little more aggressive."

"So where does your fantasy come from? If you don't mind me asking."

"I don't know actually. . . Maybe I've always been a little. . .
voyeuristic. That's not easy to admit either, but

probably true. That and I've felt your passion smoldering, trying to
erupt free with my lovemaking, but never quiet

making it the 'regular' way."

"Have I EVER complained?"

"No! It's just sometimes I feel a little . . .inadequate If I could last
longer. . ."

"You DO fine! Look at 30 minutes ago!"

They walked on silently for awhile, Todd occasionally stopping to pick
up a shell and throw it into the surf.

It was a beautiful evening, though already cooling considerably as the
sun slipped past the horizon. Finally

Todd said it, "So! . . . I think we need to get acquainted with our new
neighbor, don't you?"

"Are you saying you want to make my fantasy into reality?"

"I guess we could say that it was just to get a closer look at him to
help feed our fantasy." Debby took immediate note

of Todd's use of the words 'OUR fantasy' instead of 'your fantasy.'

"Of course it might turn out that he has rotten teeth and sores all over
his 3 inch dick!" Debby chuckled.

"Well I don't know about the later, but I bet you get a complete look at
his smile in just a few seconds."

Debby looked up and her heart rate must have doubled as the black
lighthouse caretaker approached on the beach, jogging.

"Oh my God!" Debby said as she once again took Todd's hand.

The distance closed quickly. "Hi neighbor!" Todd greeted in time that
the large black man could take more than a

casual note of the white couple walking toward him.

"Hello. Oh, Hi!" He pulled up from his jogging pace, looking at Debby
with recognition. "We are neighbors,

aren't we?!" He looked briefly at Todd, nodding, then back to Debby
smiling. "I ... I saw you earlier. . . while you

were sunning. . . I hope you didn't think..."

"No! It's okay, really. I was just sunning a little." Debby clutched
Todd's hand more tightly. Her heart pounded

in her chest. She wondered if Todd could feel it too. That and her
internal trembling. Debby added as if to Todd, "He

was working up on the lighthouse today. I waved when he was scanning the
beach with his binoculars." She felt her

explanation clumsy and probably unnecessary.

Todd extended his hand. "We're Todd and Debby."

"Julius Washington; nice to meet you!" His grip was sure and firm on
Todd's hand. The smile was genuine and he

seemed at total ease, but still stood with absolutely perfect posture;
the years of military regiment showing.

Todd took Debby's hand from his and almost helped her extend it to
Julius, whose eyes had returned their attention to

Debby. "You all live here on the island?"

"Four years now. We really love it! How do you like it so far?" Todd
replied.

"It's great! Getting better all the time." Julius continued to take in
Debby's beauty.

Debby felt almost naked. Part of her wished it was darker or that she'd
wore more clothes. Another part wanted to rip

off what she had on. Debby became very aware of the hardness in her
nipples. She watched his deep black eyes

dart from her face to each of her breasts, then down the open area of
her chest to her belly button and on past to

the waist band of her cut-offs. There the hollow of her abdomen created
a sinuous teasing opening that just had to

'almost' let one see her pubs. His eyes moved down further still, taking
note of how the crotch of her jean cut-offs

seemed to ride up into her gash. Then he looked back into Debby's eyes,
not yet relinquishing her hand.

Debby felt her knees turn to jello, her pussy get wetter still. She had
a sudden image --almost an urge-- of her

dropping to her knees and yanking Julius's jogging shorts with her. She
settled for a quick glance at his crotch.

When her eyes darted back to his, she knew he knew she liked what she saw.

"Well," Todd finally said, getting uncomfortable with the silence.
"We've been meaning to drop in and give you a

proper welcome."

Julius looked back at Todd and released Debby's hand, putting their
nonverbal communication on hold for a moment.

"Thanks. Most folks have been really nice. Are you familiar with the
lighthouse?"

"Only from the outside. . . And a little about its history, just the
commonly known stuff I'm sure."

Debby leaned into Todd gripping his arm tightly as if to keep her
standing. She took the opportunity to study this

male specimen.

"Well, you're welcome to come by anytime for a tour. I've pretty well
got things cleaned up."

"Thanks. We'd like that. Is there a best time to visit?"

"Just about anytime, though an hour before sunset, I have a few tasks to
do to light her up."

'You can light me up anytime!' Debby thought to herself. Yes she liked
what she saw: he was bigger than Todd, maybe

6'2" and probably out weighed him 10 pounds or so, but it was all
muscle! And that washboard abdomen! She wanted so

much to test its tautness with her hand.

"We'll try to visit sometime soon. And if you ever need anything, we're
in the last house, the one closest to you."

"I know," he said, returning his gaze to Debby. "And thanks!"

She flushed, realizing that once again she'd been caught looking at his
muscular black body in a way a proper married

white lady wouldn't.

"I better be fininshing my jog," he said as he turned away. Nice to meat
you both!"

"Nice to meet you," Debby called after him, not sure the words would
even come out..

They resumed walking. Todd couldn't stand the silence. "Quite a hunk, huh?"

"I gott'a admit!"

"I almost asked him home for a drink."

"Probably better you didn't. . . Unless you really want to see. . . How
about you take me home and fuck me good? Maybe

tomorrow I'll bake him a pie or something. Then we can visit!"

Their love making was slow and sensual. Todd was scared she'd be sore
from earlier; and she was a little. It was no

less impassioned, just more heart felt, slow. He worshipped her, his
lovely wife. As he kissed around her mouth and

eyes, and worked his way back to her ears, he wondered if they would
actually act on their now mutual fantasy; to have

her screw a strange man, a black man.

Debby's thoughts were along the same lines. She wished he'd describe how
it might happen, then she realized that they

had progressed far enough that she could ask him to do just that. "Todd,
tell me what it could be like... how you envision it

happening."

"How about you telling me what you'd like to do with him."

"I asked you first... if you want it to actually happen, you've got to
describe to me what you'd like to see me doing

with him!"

"So I get to watch?"

"The first step is to tell me that you want it. If you can convince me
you want it to happen. . . it would be easier

for me to decide!"

Todd pondered her words as he gently kissed around her mouth, face and
neck. His cock was buried to the hilt, but

moved only slightly. Debby rocked her hips slowly, apparently inviting
him deeper. Todd wished he had more

than his 6+ inches to give. He wondered how largely Julius H.
Washington, lighthouse caretaker, x-marine drill sergeant

was hung. He'd seen Debby taking note of the bulge in Julius's jogging
shorts; hell, he'd noticed himself. Maybe

he COULD have some extra meat to give Debby; maybe he'd give his little
blond wife Julius's black cock. The trick would

be in the set-up. As much fun as seeing Debby seduce the guy would be,
or visa-versa, it was important to Todd that

Julius knew that he was a gift from Todd to Debby. Todd figured there'd
be less chance. . . less expectation that a

separate romantic involvement could be pursued.

Debby maneuvered Todd's mouth to her ear, an invitation to talk more
than kiss. "Well, let's see. . . I think it's

important we communicate your sexuality right up front. . .You know,
that there's no need for romantic seduction, and

that I'm going along with you having him; that in effect, he's a gift to
you from me."

"Uuuhhh! Neat way to think of it! . . . But how do we do it without
coming out and saying, 'Hay, would you fuck my

wife?'"

"I think the key is in how you dress. . . Not slutty, but very
provocative, feminine."

"Kind'a like your shirt this evening? I felt so. . .naked!"

"You did look sexy! . . .And he noticed!" Debby blushed again, even now
in bed with her husband's cock in her pussy.

"But given he's seen that look already, something new would be in order.
I think a silky see through blouse. . . maybe

a short skirt, full, not tight.

"We'll go over and he'll lick his lips taking in your beauty! I'll smile
to reassure him it's okay by me. You'll

be nervous."

"That's an understatement!"

"But having me there will reassure you and knowing that each of us wants
it to happen will give us both strength to

follow it to fulfillment. You'll take every opportunity to look at his
bulge and brush against him. As soon as it's

obvious he's got an erection, you'll look at me and I'll nod. That will
be your signal to go to him and rub his cock

through his pants!" Debby groaned into Todd's ear, hunching her pelvis,
inviting him to speed up a little.

"Just whisper in his ear that you've always wanted a black man and that
I've given my permission as long as I can

watch!"

"What if he says no?!"

"I can't imagine, unless he is gay; no hot blooded single guy would turn
you down --most married guys wouldn't either.

Don't ever underestimate your sexiness!"

"So then what happens?"

"Unless he puts up a fight --something I can't imagine-- just slide down
his body, get his cock out'a his pants and

into your sweet mouth!" Debby groaned again.

"How big do ya think he could be?"

"Gosh, baby, I don't know! I guess I'd be surprised if he was the same
size or smaller. He is bigger than me in

general. Do you think you could handle an eight inch cock?" Debby
groaned again.

"I don't know; it might be fun to try! Now don't you start thinking I'm
disappointed with yours!"

"I think I'm . . .we're past that, don't you?" Debby nodded her
agreement into Todd's shoulder. She used her hands on

his hips to urge him to speed up yet again. "After you've sucked him
awhile, just go with the flow... if ya want him

to cum in your mouth that's okay with me..." Debby whimpered, hunching
Todd faster. "I'd like to see that

sometime! I'd also like to see ya get screwed by that big black cock!"
More whimpering, groaning, and hunching from

Debby.

"Can he cum in my pussy?"

"If that's what you want! You're up on your pill right?" Todd was
finding it hard to breath and carry on this

conversation. Debby's excitement matched his own.

"What if I enjoy it too much? Kind'a go nuts for him?" She seemed to be
really into it at this minute, bucking and

squealing.

Todd could feel himself getting close. He struggled to answer her last
question. "As I've said before, I'll just

assume some of your excitement will be from having me watch you fuck
him. . . his big black cock in your tender white

pussy! Oh God! I'm cummmminnnnnggg!"

Debby welcomed his liquid rush into her, raising her hips to him,
spreading her legs even further, clutching his

twitching ass with her hands. She kissed her way from his ear to his
mouth, grinding into his with her own, taking his

tongue and giving hers.

Todd didn't ask Debby if she made it. Her sustained level of passion
told him his next move would be welcomed either

way. Besides he wanted to do it. Todd lifted his weight from her without
getting completely off of her. They still

kissed passionately. He pulled his mouth free from hers and immediately
pushed himself down her body. His face, mouth,

and tongue made a trail through the slick perspiration --a mutual
product of their lovemaking-- that coated her body.

He slowed only briefly for a passing swipe with his tongue at an
engorged nipple and a dip in her belly button pool.

His real objective was at his seeking mouth now. Her silky pubic hair
was matted with sweat, cum, and her own

excretions. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the heady fragrance of
their sex together. With her hands guiding him

he locked his lips to her sloppy flower.

He very quickly needed to swallow as his sucking was rewarded. Todd
wondered how much was his own cum and how

much was her juices. It mattered not, it was from her now and thus
worthy of his relish. He wondered if it would be

different after another man came in her, a black man? Would he want to
do this? Could he? Would she want him to do it?

Let him do it? Would it taste different?

Debby wondered exactly the same things! And with those thoughts, she
came like a long anticipated, long watched

tidal wave on the breakers! She squealed and slapped the bed covers
before clawing both hands into them as if to hang

on. Remembering before, Todd brought his hand up to cup her ass, placing
his thumb over her anus. The crack of her ass

was sloppy with their juices, but that was okay. If her clit didn't need
the gentle sucking of his mouth, he would have

cleaned her ass with his tongue. Once again he felt her anus spasm in
rapid pulsing contractions. Also recalling

her previous aftershock he was contemplating giving the erect clitoris
under his upper lip a final hardy suck.

Debby pre-empted that by pushing his head back --but lovingly-- with
both hands. "Wow!" was her only word as

she pulled her legs over his head and planted them on the floor.

"Wow, yourself!" Todd exclaimed.

Debby said, "If I take another bath or shower it'll be the 3rd or fourth
today!"

"Let's just snuggle and go to sleep. We can change the sheets in the
morning if you want."

After several minutes of silent caressing, Debby said, "It's really
gunna happen isn't it?"

"What's that baby?"

"I'm gunna fuck him! I'm gunna get my black man after all these years!"

"I think so. I sure want it for you! And don't worry about appearing to
enjoy it too much. Just want me after. Okay?"

"Deal! And Todd. . . I love you!"

"Love you too, Baby!"

Chapter 3

  Todd and Debby both woke with the impression that their dreams had
been filled with black cocks, but neither could put together a specific
dream scenario so it wasn't mentioned.

Actually Todd woke Debby by eating her still wet pussy.

  Her pubic hair was still matted in places but dry. The taste was
strong of sex musk; Todd loved it. Debby at first responded with signs
of renewed arousal, but then as the sleep and remnants of a dream left
her brain she pushed him away from her pussy. Todd didn't know what to
make of the rejection at first, but Debby was quick to turn the tables
on him and engulf his morning hard-on into her loving mouth.


Todd tried to maneuver them into a 69 but Debby would not let him. She
stopped her sucking only long enough to say,


"I love you eating me --maybe too much! If it's okay, just let me suck
you off. . . it'll turn me on even more. . . I'd like to be on a sexual
edge all day. If you eat me, I'll cum and may not be as horny later as I
want to be! Okay?"


Todd understood immediately; Debby had decided today was the day she was
gunna get fucked by a black man! And she wanted that sexual edge, that
need, to be strong to see her

through. Todd let the images of her with Julius H. Washington flood in
and it was only a few moments before he was flooding in her mouth.

  She moaned her approval and gulped his seed, swallowing quickly, until
it was just a dribble. She tried to hold the last partial mouthful to
savor it's flavor and consistency. Debby wanted to remember so she'd
have a point of reference if she got to drink from Julius's black cock.


Todd knew what she was doing. "Do ya think his will be different?"

Debby swallowed one last time, snacking her lips. As she rose to head
for the toilet and shower she said over her shoulder,
 
"I don't know, but I'm looking forward to finding out! Join me in the
shower?"


"I thought you didn't want me touching you." Todd called after her.


"Don't you dare think that! I just don't want you to make me cum, that's
all!" Todd heard the toilet flush and shower start. Debby was already in
the shower when he got there; he stood to piss in the toilet bowl. He
was tempted to flush, but didn't because he knew if she had the water
adjusted toward hot, it could scald her!

  As they showered they discussed the possibilities that Julius may not
go along with being her fantasy fulfillment, he may not be able to get
it up with Todd there or just not want Todd around, and other scenarios
that basically said, 'reality may not live up to expectation!' They both
decided it was just one of the risks and they'd deal with whatever
happened. If they needed to, Debby would take Julius without Todd there.
. . or figure out a way to be able to

hide him somewhere he could see.


Todd actually said he'd prefer they do it in their own bed while he
watched, either openly or covertly. Debby thought she knew why, but
wasn't going to worry about such logistics now; tonight was gunna be
just for her, if she couldn't get him out'a the lighthouse and home to
her bed. . . well maybe next time.


They changed the bed and did some basic house keeping. Todd suggested
that they go shopping for a new provocative outfit for Debby. She agreed
noting that she wanted to get some makings for a cherry pie to take as a
welcoming gift. Todd said,

"Don't you think you're pussy pie is enough of a welcoming gift?"


"It's not cherry!"


"He may be hung so big, you'll think you might as well have been!"

Debby felt her pussy get moister, and she shuttered inside at the thought!

It took them long enough to find an outfit, but it was fun and added to
the 'sexual edge' Debby wanted. It needed to be reveling, provocative,
feminine, and sexy, all without coming off too slutty.


It was a gauzy sun dress --this was the later 60's after all-- that hung
loose and hit Debby mid-thigh. It was an off white and in the whole very
much see-thru; the designers intent was that it be worn over a bathing
suit or tank top and shorts. Debby would go bare breasted and with only
a pair of hip hugger panties. It would make her feel rather naked and
she liked the utterly provocative feeling.


Debby spend about two hours baking pies, one to take to the lighthouse
as a welcoming gift. She found the activity helped settle the
butterflies in her stomach.


Debby and Todd took a long scented bubble bath. He washed her slowly,
tenderly, lovingly! Little was said. They were both comfortable with
their love, commitment, and the decision that Debby was going to
experience a cock other than Todd's for the first time. Not just any
cock, a black cock, hopefully a big black cock. Debby would have Todd
shampoo her hair in a few minutes.


For now she was enjoying his holding her in the warm bath water, his
gentle tweaking of her nipples and occasional light caress of her pussy.
He'd been doing both off and on since she told him she wanted to be on a
sexual edge all day. Todd marveled at how swollen her pussy lips were,
spread like flower peddles.

 She whispered, "It's been like that all day. And wet too! Really wet!"


"Debby, what if he's so big, he won't fit?"


"I'm not nearly as concerned about that as I am he might reject me!"

"Somehow I'm sure that won't happen."


"Todd, if it does, promise me something: we can still do it. . . That
we'll find another good looking black guy to fuck me!"


"I promise."


Todd shampooed Debby's hair and she worked on it for about 45 minutes.
Just the slightest bit of make-up and a little cologne and she was ready
to get dressed. White hip hugger panties, the gauzy off white see-thru
sun dress, sandals, and her jewelry created just the provocative, yet
feminine look they were after.


"Wow! You look great!"


"I feel naked!"


"And sexy?"


"Yes, and sexy! I love you!"


"I love you too! Shall we get the pie?"


It wasn't quite 4 pm and Debby was immediately scared that some friend
or neighbor would drive by and see her in her near nakedness as they
walked the 100 yards up to the lighthouse. At least the only car at the
lighthouse was Julius's black Camero; Debby would have retreated home if
there had been any indication of other visitors.


The closer they got the more aggressive the butterflies were in Debby's
stomach. She held on to Todd's arm for strength and guidance. Debby was
very aware of her hard nipples and loved the feeling of the gauzy fabric
grassing across them.


As they entered the walk at the base of the tower, Debby was
simultaneously relieved to have made it without a passer-by seeing her
and frozen in her tracks at the reality that Julius would see her
nakedness in just a few seconds.


"Todd! I don't know if I can. . ."


"Hay! You all come for the special tour?" Julius called form the door.


"Yah, if the offer is still good?" Todd responded taking Debby's arm and
guiding her the last 20 feet.


"You bet! Is that for me?!" referring to the pie in Todd's hand. Debby
thought, 'Yah! And so am I!'


"You bet! Hope you like cherry!" Todd extended his hand for a hand
shake. "Debby made it for you."


"Who doesn't like cherry?" Julius's glance had shifted to Debby. He made
no attempt to hide his pleased expression.


He took her hand and kissed it. His eyes shot to Todd; Julius'
expression was one of total appreciation for the beauty of Todd's wife.


Todd spook with his eyes and slight nod of his head, non-verbally
confirming the question on Julius' face, 'Yes, her display is purposeful
and for your enjoyment!'


Julius shifted back to Debby, but did not release her hand, "Thank you
so much for the pie. . . and the visit! You've made my day!


"Please come in and have something to drink before the grand

tour."


Debby's heart raced and she felt flushed. She had a rush she hadn't had
since that night almost 5 years ago when she knew she was going to loose
her cherry to Todd before the evening was out. Debby inspected the broad
shoulders of the black man who lead her by the hand into the lighthouse.
He wore those white shorts that weren't quite tight enough, a

sleeveless white pullover, and deck shoes. He was very muscular in arms,
shoulders, and thighs, and VERY black.


And oh those buns! Debby licked her lips and realized her mouth was dry.


"What can I get you? Beer, ice tea, soda, I make a mean daiquiri?"


"Beer would be great for me." Todd said as they were led into the
private quarters that occupied about half of the first floor of the
tower and the code style addition to one side.

"Would daiquiris be a bother?" Debby asked her voice almost cracking
with tension.


"No trouble at all, I'm glad that's what you want, I was wanting one
myself!" Julius kept flashing glances at Debby, taking in her beauty.
She felt naked. . . and loved it! "Please pardon my mess."


Todd wondered what mess he was referring to; just half a day at home
without Debby and Todd could make a mess!


Debby tore her attention from Julius and looked over his quarters. Where
in her dream she saw dark paneling and heavy masculine furniture, the
interior of the lighthouse was white-washed stone and metal, government
surplus furniture. She chuckled to herself; nothing like reality!

On one side was a workout bench and a set of weights. On the other, by
some large windows, a painter's easel was setup; Debby wanted to take a
look. As she worked her way over toward the easel, Debby could see that
the window provided a view of the beach that stretched to the horizon
from below the cliffs.

  As Debby rounded the easel she was immediately taken with the painting
in progress. It was a nude woman or girl, a blond, setting on a towel on
the beach. It lacked detail of face or nipples or hands.

  Based on the size of the subjects breasts --small-- it could have
easily been Debby herself! She could tell he was good. Part of her
wanted Todd to come see; another part wasn't sure if that was a good
idea. The noise of the blinder got Debby's attention. Julius was
watching her. Todd had apparently changed his mind and was going for a
daiquiri; three glasses were arranged on the counter. Julius turned off
the blinder.

"I'm not very good. . . I just like to dabble."


"It is good! Who is she?" Debby asked. Todd took two daiquiri glasses
and headed toward Debby and the painting.


"Oh. . . no one in particular. Just a fantasy girl on the beach."


"It's very sensuous! Look Todd!" He was almost there and was obviously
going to look anyway.


"Wow! That is good! That could be you, Sweets!"


"Don't be silly!"


"No! It could be!"


"I'm afraid I'm not as good with facial details as I'd like. I think I'm
going to have her feeding a gull, right in here."

Julius had come over and now made a motion to a bare area of canvas in
front of the girl.


"You should have Debby model for you. . . if a model would help with the
details. . . That is really good! Have you done others we can see?"


Debby felt herself flush. She liked the idea of being naked in front of
this man.


"The ships over there. . . and a couple in the bedroom. All nautical
stuff. This is the first nude I've done in a while."


"Well, like I said, if you need a model, I bet Debby would..."


"Todd!" Debby felt social etiquette required a protest even though she
would do it right now if he asked!


"Well you would!"
 
Julius watched the exchange with amusement.


"It's not for you to volunteer me. . . Besides he may not want a skinny
thing like me!"


"Well, pardon me for jumping in here, but you'd make a lovely model... I
could just use your face. . . It's that of an angel you know!"


Debby blushed and looked down shyly. She was suddenly aware of the
moisture between her legs.

"You guys are embarrassing me! Where is the powder room?"


"Right through there and to your left. Again pardon the mess."


"No problem," Debby said as she made her way toward the door he pointed
to. It was his bedroom. Debby once again chuckled as she looked at the
steel tubular headboard, remembering the heavy turned post from her
dream. She found the bath, but no mess, unless the towel hung over the
wooden shower stall door counted.

Debby assumed it was his towel from an earlier shower. She pulled it to
her face and inhaled; it smelled masculine.


Back in the main living area Todd wished he could just ask "What do ya
think of my sexy wife?'

After a moment of small talk, Julius answered Todd's unspoken question
as if it had been asked, "I must say, your wife is a beautiful creature!
I hope you don't mind me saying that . . . or noticing!"


"Don't be silly! She would pose nude for you, you know!"


"I'd be lying if I said that would be anything less than a dream come
true! Would it upset you if I asked her?"


"It might upset me if you didn't! She's very attracted to you!" Julius
gave a 'who me?' look. "It's true! She dressed like that for you. . .
And I want her to have anything she wants. . ."

"Are you saying. . ."


Debby walked back into the room. She knew something was up by the looks
of the men's faces. Todd said a single word, "Yes."


Debby picked up her daiquiri and asked, "When does this tour start?"


"Right now, my lady, if you're ready." He gestured for them to go back
into the main hall. The adjoining rooms held much junk, tackle for
rigging the outside of the tower for paint jobs, etc. A flight of stairs
lead to the second floor, more storage. The third floor was divided into
two rooms. Julius explained that years ago a sea rescue patrol was
stationed here. Above the third floor the tower had narrowed
considerably and the stair now spiraled the outside

wall.


Debby and Todd realized that Julius bringing up the rear had an
excellent view up Debby's short sun dress, and was enjoying every second
of it! Debby was getting wetter by the minute and knew the wet spot had
to be noticeable to the black hunk!


The last flight of steps was very steep. Debby was glad Julius was right
behind her. His face was almost even with her crotch; she wondered if he
could smell her arousal. She wanted a look at his groin so bad! They
emerged through a trap door on the light level and Debby gasped at the view!


"Wow! I guess I should have realized the view would great!" Debby exclaimed.


Julius spent a few minutes explaining the light mechanism and how it had
been oil, but was converted to electric in the 40's. Todd found a pair
of binoculars and was scanning the beach and houses.

"Oh look, is that the airport on the mainland? I never knew it was that
close." Julius moved close to Debby and was pointing out various landmarks.


Suddenly none of it mattered. Debby inhaled his masculine scent. She
felt the heat from his body only inches away.


As he pointed to something and said meaningless words she leaned into
him, literally melting her nipples to his side and her bare white leg to
his hairy black one.


It was as if the whole world was blotted out by a foggy vale as Debby
put her hand on his washboard abdomen above his waist band. She looked
up into his deep brown eyes. He glanced at Todd then bent to kiss her.
She didn't close her eyes for fear that she'd wake and it would all be a
dream. She yielded her mouth to his tongue and her legs got weak,
feeling like Jell-O.


As he broke off the kiss, Debby leaned her head into his chest. She saw
her hand pulling his shirt from his waist band but didn't remember
telling it to do so. She felt his hand in her hair.
 
Her own hand had his shirt up far enough she could turn to his bare
chest and kiss his dark crimson nipple, almost a dimple in the muscled
landscape and gray-black hair. She felt his other hand wrap around her
waist and pull her tightly to him.


She heard herself whimper. His hand in her hair pulled her face up to
look at his. She tried to make the words come out that Todd had told her
to say. Her mouth refused to function. Her legs were gone now, like
melted jell-o. All that held her up was the strength of his hand holding
her to himself. She tried her mouth again looking up at him, "I . . . I
want. . ." that's all she could say, but he apparently understood. He
let her slide down his body. Somehow her hand had undone his waist band
and zipper; once again she didn't remember.

To Be Continued..............

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