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DDL 1/6 (m/f cons - compatible, but secret fantasies)

Don't read if you're under age... or don't care to read about 
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again, if you fall into the later... what are you doing here?

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                      Debby's Decision
          VicSwriter@aol.com as told by Debby & Todd

Debby knew Todd would start it again.  He ALMOST always did.
When was the first time?  Not their wedding night 4 years
ago, but certainly before their honeymoon was over.  She'd
even complained once, asking, "Why do you always bring this
up while we make love?"  He seemed hurt that she'd asked the
way she did; that's when she realized it really was his
fantasy!  The next several times he hadn't mentioned it and
their love making was ... different some how.

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

Debby answered like she had many times before and 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 as
a 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!

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

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

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

Enjoy, and be safe!  Vic S.

Comments welcome, Follow-up stories to a.s.s.; public
comments in a.s.s.d, or better yet private email to:
VicSwriter@aol.com  

END DDL 1/6

