Ageless Beauty

   I am Sam Thomas and a happily married man.  So why was I was on a bed
holding my wife's legs open, watching as the big black man put his hard
black cock in her soaking wet pussy?  How could I watch as he shoved one
inch of his glistening ebony cock in her and then another until he had all
eight inches firmly planted in her.  How could I listen while she was
moaning and bucking against the invading cock.  How did I arrive at this
moment?  This is my story.

   ***



   I'm forty-one years old, I have a beautiful wife and two grown children
in college.  I have my own business that is doing far above my wildest
expectations.  Our lovely home is paid for and there is enough money in the
kid's college fund to see them through.  In other words, I have it made.



   My wife, Lori is two years younger than me and looked like a college
coed.  Some odd make-up in her genes has caused her to just get prettier as
the years went by.  Her mother and older sister also have those genes
because they all look absolutely great.  All three of them look like their
ageing process stopped about age twenty-five.  My mother-in-law looks like
a vogue model and both daughters are ever prettier.



   I, on the other hand, look every one of my years.  Strangers see my wife
and me together and they assume I'm her father or at the very least a dirty
old man who managed to get a young chick.  Our eighteen year old daughter
hasn't reached the age stopping stage yet, but she has that look.



   Lori and I were both virgins when we married.  We learned together all
the ins and outs of sex.  Ins and outs, I just got that.



   At forty-one, I've lost a step or two in the bedroom, but Lori and I can
still get the sheets tangled and sweaty.  We've always had an active sex
life.  I don't think there's much two people can do we haven't tried.  Lori
loves it all.  She can go down on me, suck me to completion and swallow
every drop.  She loves and often initiates anal sex.  She is easy to climax
and is sometimes multi-orgasmic.  During a real hot fuck session she will
cum like a machine gun firing.  Like I said, I have it made.



   One night maybe two months ago Lori and I were laying on the bed
watching a triple X DVD.  It was a particularly hot movie.  The script and
dialog were stupid, but I've found they mostly are, so I don't pay any
attention to that.  This movie was an interracial flick.  I rented it
thinking it was a different one.  Not that I'm a racists or anything it's
just not my thing.  Or so I thought.



   As a rule Lori only pays scant attention to the fuck flicks.  She
usually just waits for the thing to get my motor running.  Not so this
time. I noticed she paid close attention to the parts where there were two
black men on one white woman.  In itself no big deal, but I got curious. 
Over the next couple of weeks I made a point of renting some plain vanilla
movies and some interracial movies.



   The results of my unprofessional survey was, Lori intently watched the
interracial movies and paid very little attention to the others.  Sex after
and during the IR tapes and disks were especially hot.  I reached the
conclusion that Lori was turned on by watching black men fuck white women.
My dilemma was, what, if anything, to do about it.



   Over the years I managed to hire several great employees.  Being halfway
intelligent, I hired self-starters and paid them well.  As a result I had
very little to do myself.  I sat back and let the gang make me a good
living.



   One such hot-shot is a woman named Alice Dither.  Alice is an outspoken
modern woman.  She's a couple years younger than Lori and has been married
three times and was looking for number four.  If I were the type to fool
around, I defiantly would want to fool around with Alice.



   I don't suppose I would have ever had the nerve to talk to Alice about
Lori's interest in IR sex if Alice hadn't caught me looking at porno on my
computer.



   Normally none of us work on Saturday or Sunday, but I had gone in on
Saturday morning to get out of grocery shopping and some other mind-numbing
chores .  I made up some excuse and thinking myself alone in the office I
found a web site and was looking at the photos.



   "That's pretty hot stuff, Sammy," Alice said leaning against the door to
my office.  "I hope you're looking at the women and haven't decided to play
for the other team."



   I nearly shit myself.  Both from the surprise of not being alone and the
embarrassment of getting caught looking at porno.  I quickly got out of the
site and sputtered something about her working on Saturday.



   "I left a few things hanging from yesterday.  I had a few hours so I
thought I'd come in while it was quiet and finish it up." She came on my
the office and sat down across from me.  "I know some other great sites if
you're interested.  Some are pay sites, but I can give you the password.



   I'm not sure why, but I told Alice about Lori's sudden interest with
black and white sex.  I made it sound like I was just doing research on the
computer.



   "Hell, Sammy," Alice said.  "Nothing unusual about Lori's interest.  A
lot of white women fantasize about having sex with a black bull.  "It the
idea of doing something wild and different.  The taboo thing.  I used to
fantasize about it."



   "Use to?"



   "Shit, I quit fantasizing and started doing it," she said and started
laughing at my expression.  I knew my mouth dripped open so I made an
effort and closed it.  "Jeez, Sammy, you look like you just got goosed or
something."



   "No I don't, " I said.  "You just surprised me, that's all.  Gosh, look
at the time.  I have to go." Alice was still laughing when I hurried out of
the office.



   That conversation with Alice was unsettling, but provocative.  Of course
I knew she and Lori were friends and I wondered if they talked about
.things.  The relationship between Lori and Alice had always been a mystery
to me.  They were poles apart.  Lori, conservative and Alice is
free-spirit, saying anything to anybody.  They were even different in
appearance.  Lori is lush and curvy and Alice is lean, trim, and built for
speed.  Whatever the attraction they got along and seemed to like one
another.



   Usually once a week they went out together for a girls night out.  Twice
they week-ended in New York on an extended shopping trip.  By the time I
got home I was wishing I hadn't been so forthcoming with Alice.  I was
concerned Alice would tell Lori what I said.  I was right.  She did.



   "Sam, Alice told me about your conversation yesterday morning," Lori
said.  We were having our Sunday brunch.  "Do you want to talk to me about
it?" I did and I didn't.  I wasn't sure what to say.  "Are you worried?"
she persisted.



   "No, not at all," I said.  "I guess I was just trying to figure out how
to use it to my advantage." She laughed.



   "You seem to have figured it out and are using it to your advantage,"
she said giggling.  She was right.  Sex between us had never been better,
more heated, or more often.  The previous night was a good example.  The
subject was dropped for the rest of the day, but arose again that night.



   I was finishing up in the bathroom and Lori was already in bed.  When I
turned the water off I realized she had been talking to me.  I asked her to
repeat what she said.



   "I said, it's funny about you talking to Alice," Lori said.  I asked her
what it was funny.  "She's the reason I have the interest in interracial
movies, I guess." I pressed for details.  "Last winter, just before
Christmas, when Alice and I went to New York shopping I saw her with black
men," Lori said.  Of course I wanted details.

   This is what Lori told me:

   ***



   You remember we got snowed in and had to stay an extra day.  We had
separate rooms, but the last day we had to room together because of the
crowd.  We had given our rooms up because we thought we were leaving.



   That night Alice and I ventured out and found a little club that was
open despite the weather.  Alice was dancing with a lot of men, but there
were two black gentlemen she danced with a lot.  I danced some, but wasn't
in the mood so after a couple hours I left her and went back to the hotel.



   I don't know the exact time, but it was late when Alice came back.  I
was almost asleep and I head her talking softly.  At first I thought she
was so drunk she was talking to herself until I heard a man's voice.  I
carefully rolled over so I could see and damned if she wasn't with the two
black men for the club.  I started to let them know I was awake, but for
some reason I lay still, faking sleep.



   There was enough light so I could see pretty good.  Alice and her two
gentlemen fooled around on the sofa for a little while.  It didn't take
very long for them to have her completely undressed and they were all over
her.  It was the most exciting thing I had ever witnessed.



   They put her on the bed right nest to me and I could see everything they
did.  It was wild.  They took turns screwing Alice.  While one was doing
her, she sucked the other one.  They did her nearly all the rest of the
night.  I had to use my fingers twice to relieve myself.  What's funny,
Alice kept telling them to be quiet and she was making enough nose to wake
the dead.

   ***

   "Did you tell her you saw her?" I asked.



   "No, not then.  It was sometime later I did.  She just laughed about it.
She told me she was glad I enjoyed the show.  She told me that she would
put another show on any time I wanted her to.  I think she was just
kidding. Anyway, when you started bringing in those movies with white women
and black men it rekindled what I saw.



   "Alice is a wild thing," I said.  "Why didn't you make her share with
you?"



   "You're joking!" Lori said, laughing.  Her hand found my hard cock. 
"What's this?  For me?  That story made you hard as a rock." She sat up and
pulled the gown over her head.  "No matter why you're hard, I'll take it."
She threw her leg across me and mounted me.  I could tell she was wet so I
wasn't the only one the story effected.  She rode me like a borrowed horse
and we came together.

   ***



   Over the next several days, I had some fantasizes about Lori.  In my
fantasizes it was Lori being serviced by two black studs while Alice
watched.  There were some variations, but that was the main theme.  Several
times I caught Alice looking at me with a slight smile on her face.  I
ignored her.



   When the weather warms up Lori and I host some cook-outs for my crew. 
Usually once a month and some holidays.  We have a nice backyard pool and
most of our summer activities center around it.  At the first of our
parties, Alice showed up with her date, a big black man.  No one from the
office raised an eyebrow because we all knew she dated blacks.  We pride
ourselves on being liberal minded.



   I noticed that Lori couldn't keep her eyes off of James, Alice's date.
All afternoon she stared at him.  James didn't seem to mind and he had to
notice.  I had found a nice shady place and was cooling it when Alice sat
down beside me.



   "Nice party, as usual," she said.  I grunted.  "What do you think of my
date?"



   "Seems nice," I answered.



   "He is," Alice said.  She's normally outspoken, but the alcohol had
really loosened her tongue.  "He's got a eight inch cock and really knows
how to use it." I didn't have a response to that.  "Lori looks good," Alice
continued.  I followed her gaze to where Lori was.  She was wearing a black
bikini and she did look nice.  Great, even.  Lori was talking to James. 
"Do you know what would make her look even better?" I looked at Alice. 
"His big black cock in her cunt would make her look a lot better." She
laughed.  "Why are you looking at me that way.  You know it's true.  Lori's
about to cream in her bikini right now." That much did seem like the truth.




   That night Lori laughed when I told her what Alice said.  Lori was
sitting naked at the antique vanity brushing her long auburn hair.  She was
watching me in the mirror.



   "What do you think?" Lori asked me in a teasing tone.  I casually
replied that I would like to see it.  Lori stopped in mid stroke and looked
at me.  "You're kidding, right?"



   "No, I think I would like to see you with a big black cock in your
cunt."



   "You liar," she said continuing to brush her hair.  "You go off the deep
end and kill me.or him.or both of us."



   I got off the bed and went over to her.  I nuzzled her neck and nibbled
her ear.



   "No, not until I got through watching you," I said trying unsuccessfully
to keep it light.  I cupped her breasts and pinched both nipples.  I'm
always in awe at how they can harden so quickly.  "I'd even hold your legs
open for him to put his cock in you.  I'd let you suck me off while he
fucked you." I realized that my voice was rough and husky.  I put a little
more pressure on her hard nipples and she moaned.  Using her ample tits I
lifted her up and guided her to the bed and proceeded to fuck her.  While I
did I visualized her and James.  I came and was able to keep going a while
longer, bringing her to a crashing series of orgasms.



   Afterward we lay heaving from out passion.  I tuned the light off and
was almost asleep when she spoke.



   "Sammy, it's just a fantasy, isn't it?  I mean you aren't serious, are
you?" I kissed her bare shoulder and didn't answer.  I wasn't sure I even
knew the answer.  I was still thinking about it when sleep overtook me.

   ***



   It was four or five days later that the subject came up again.  I mean
we watched some interracial movies and fucked like bunnies, but we hadn't
actually talked about the subject directly.



   Most of our sexy talk took place in the bedroom but on that occasion we
were by the pool.  It was early Saturday afternoon.  I had finished mowing
the lawn and took a swim to cool off .  Lori brought us a beer and we were
sitting on the edge of the pool with our feet dangling in the water.



   "So, Sammy, how would you set it up?" I didn't pretend to not know what
she was referring to.  I considered her question like I hadn't thought of
it a thousand times.



   "I think the first time would come out of a social situation," I said.
"Maybe after a party and when most everybody else had gone.  I'd managed to
keep James around.  Of course he's gladly stay because he's know what was
in the offering.  James had been thinking about your pretty white pussy and
he'd be ready to get in it.  All eight inches of hard black meat." Her
shoulder was touching mine, and I could feel Lori tremble a little.



   "We're in the den and I have some soft mood music playing," I continued.
"You are sitting on the couch with James and I'm in the chair across from
you."



   "What am I wearing?" Lori asked with a slight catch in her voice.



   "You have that blue robe on," I answered.  There was a slight catch in
my voice also.



   "What am I wearing under the robe?"



   "Nothing," I answered.  "Remember?  I sent you to change after everybody
had gone.  I told you not to wear any under things."



   "That's a pretty shear robe," Lori said.  "He would be able to see me
through it, you know."



   "Yeah, that was the objective.  His cock is hard and I want to make sure
it stays that way until he shoots you full of his cum."



   "Okay, I can see that.  What happens then?  We're sitting on the sofa
and what happens next?"



   "I say, 'James, isn't Lori a fine looking woman?'.  Of course he says
you are a great looking slut."



   "He called me a slut?"



   "Yes," I said putting my arm around her.  "He called you a whore, a
slut, and a cock loving bitch among other nasty things.  You loved it.  You
can't keep your eyes from the bulge in his pants.  I can tell you want to
touch it so I tell you to open your robe and let James see your tits."



   "And I did it?"



   "Oh sure.  You open the robe and let him get a look at your magnificent
boobs."



   "What happened then?"



   "He grabs your breast at the same time you grab his crotch.  Then you
and he kiss.  A long hot embrace that leaves you both panting." Lori
scrambled to her feet.  "Where are you going?" I asked.



   "To the bedroom.  Come on, Sammy.  I need to be fucked right now." I
hurried after her.  We both were taking our clothes off as we went.



   It was a hot steamy fuck.  It seemed as if we both couldn't get enough
of each other.  I got off twice which isn't a record, but it sure didn't
hurt my average.  I don't know how many times Lori came.  I know it was a
bunch.



   That night we fucked again which was a bit unusual after such a great
afternoon of passionate sex.  That started when Lori told me to finish my
earlier story.  By the time I got to the part where I was holding her legs
open for James to fuck her, Lori was ready to go again.  That was all right
with me because I still didn't have the ending yet.  I think we both knew
that it was inevitable.  It was going to happen.

   ***



   Chapter two



   "Hey, Alice," I said.  "Lori wanted me to ask you if you like to bring
your date to a cook-out this Saturday afternoon."



   "Sure which date should I bring?"



   "How many do you have?"



   "I'm dating four guys right now," she said with a laugh.  "But the day
is young.  I could get lucky and find number five.  Since Lori did
everything except lick his chest I assume you mean James.  About five?"



   "Yeah, I think so," I muttered hurrying away from her amused look. 
Damn! That woman looked like she was reading my mind.  Maybe I was that
transparent.



   Saturday finally arrived.  I trimmed around the pool and cleaned the
deck off.  I added some chemicals to the water and waited for our guests to
arrive.



   Alice set the tone of the afternoon by taking her top off and going
topless.  That apparently was a challenge for Lori who finally removed her
top.  Both women presented a view that James and I appreciated a lot.



   Alice's boobs were small, but well shaped with a bar stud in each
nipple. I'm guessing a thirty B, but I could be way off.  They were nice,
whatever size, they fit her slim build and made Lori's thirty-six C look
positively huge.



   "Nice aren't they," James said to me.  We were sitting in the shade with
a cold beer.  I nodded my agreement with his evaluation not knowing if he
was talking about the women in general or Lori's tits specifically.  "You
are a lucky man, Sam," he added.  Again, I agreed with his assessment. 
"Yes sir, your Lori is hot." I nodded again.



   It wasn't that I didn't want to speak to him, I wasn't sure what to say.
There was a feeling of high sexual tension in the air.  No, not tension. 
Maybe anticipation of something big, something important, about to happen.



   After the ladies sunned a while I cooked the steaks while Lori and Alice
finished up in the kitchen.  Lori had put a bathing suit cover on, but that
only served to emphasize her breasts.



   The sun was setting when Alice made an announcement that she had an
early day and was going home.  I hadn't noticed that she and James came in
separate cars.  The door had no more then closed behind her and the
electric feeling in the air was intensified by a factor of ten.



   "Lori," I said.  "Why don't you go get out of that wet suit?" It
couldn't have been very wet, but she got the idea and excused herself after
giving me an inquiring glance.  I invited James to come into the den.



   "Do we need to talk about it?" James asked when he was seated on the
sofa.



   "Yeah, best I guess," I answered.



   "Alice told me you and Lori were thinking about expanding your sexual
horizons," he said.  I nodded.  "You want me to help you do that?"



   "Yes," I managed to say.  It was his turn to nod.



   "Okay," he said after a moment of silence.  "I'll be more than happy to
do that.  Are you the man?"



   "Yes," I said.  "I'm the man."



   "Good.  I'll follow where you lead," he said with a smile.  He looked up
as Lori entered the room.  She was wearing the shear blue robe with black
heels.  Both James and I stood.  One stands in the presents of royalty. 
She remembered the fantasy I spun and took a seat beside James on the sofa.




   It didn't have the same impact when I told Lori to open her robe because
he had been staring at her knockers all afternoon.  It was different
because this was just for him and we all knew it.  James leaned down and
put his lips on her nipple.  Lori's back arched slightly the instant he
touched her.



   The fantasy kiss was nowhere as good at the real one.  James pulled her
face to his and kissed her log and deep.  I had to shift around some to
make room for my swelling cock.



   While they embraced Lori managed to get her hand inside his shorts, but
apparently it wasn't satisfactory because she unsuccessfully pulled at
them. He broke the kiss and stood up to slip his shorts down.



   There was a gasp.  It may have been Lori or it could have been me.  More
than likely it was both of us.  I'm no shorthorn, but his cock looked like
a long ebony spear jutting out.



   Lori stared at it a moment then slowly she took it in her small white
hand.  That made it seem even bigger.



   "What do you think, slut?" James asked softly.  "You want some of my man
meat in your white cunt?  You think you can handle it, bitch?" I wondered
for a moment if he had read my script.  Standing before her he put his hand
on her head and pulled her closer.  "Suck my cock you white whore.  Get
your lips on my cock and worship it." he glanced at me and I nodded.  He
was on track.



   Lori scooted to the edge of the couch and stuck her tongue out to lick
the tip of his huge cock.  She tasted the drop of moisture that had formed
there, savoring it for a moment before taking the head of his cock in her
mouth.  I felt like my cock would surely explode.



   Lori did indeed worship his manhood for several minutes.  While she
licked and sucked his cock he toyed with her nipples.  James let her suck
for a while then glanced at me.



   "Bed," I croaked.  "Take her to the bed and fuck her."



   Lori ran up the stairs while James and I followed quickly behind her. 
She was laying on the bed naked.  The robe was laying on the floor beside
the bed.  I went to her and took her ankles in my hands and spread her legs
apart.  I could see the wetness on her trimmed pussy.  The lips of her cunt
were puffy and engorged and her clitoris was protruding.  She was more than
ready.



   I eased up onto the bed while holding her legs.  I pulled them back and
open, exposing her ripe pussy to James.  He approached her in what seemed
like slow motion.  He was holding his thick black cock in his hand, almost
like a weapon.



   "Talk to me slut," James said rubbing his manhood up and down her wet
slit.  "Tell me what you want."



   "I want you," Lori said breathlessly.  "I want you in me!"



   "Oh, the little white whore wants some black cock to fuck her white
cunt, does she?  Say it, Lori!  Tell me to fuck your white pussy!"



   "I want.I want your.black.cock in my.white pussy," Lori gasped, her
voice raspy.  "I want you to fuck.my white pussy.with your black cock.  I
want.Oh my God!" James rammed about half of his cock in her.  "Oh shit! 
That's.that's.oh fuck!"



   It took him a few minutes to work all of his cock in her.  He took his
time letting her adjust to his size.  When he managed to get all of it in
her it dawned on me that he was fucking my wife in places that a cock had
never been before.  He was, as the farmers say, plowing new ground.  And
plow her, he did.



   It was more vivid than any porno tape.  It was more intense, more raw
than anything I had ever witnessed.  My wife, the only woman I had ever
known sexually was fucking and being fucked harder and longer than I ever
could have.  Just about the time I thought he would stop, he simply picked
up the tempo and kept going.  I had released her legs and moved to where I
could see better.  His cum and her fluids were pouring out around his long
black piston.  The only indication that he came was a soft grunt, a brief
pause, and right back to fucking my wife.



   After nearly half an hour Lori was in a constant state of orgasm.  She
was babbling incoherently and pulling at him to keep going.  When he pulled
his slimly cock out I thought he surely had to be through.  He wasn't.  He
rolled her over and took her like the bitch she was.



   I watched, afraid to even blink for fear of missing something.  James
slowed down while fucking my wife from behind.  He was using long slow
powerful strokes.  On the outstroke his massive black cock pulled some of
her pussy out also.  When she shoved it back in, Lori would give out with a
loud grunt.  He held her in place with a thumb in her butt.  I could see
him working it deep in her ass.



   "You want my cock in your ass, cunt?" he asked her after fucking her for
a while that way.



   "Yes.yes.fuck my ass, please.  Be careful, but put it in my ass." I
handed James a tube of anal lube I kept in the nightstand.  He squirted
some in Lori's ass keeping his cock planted in her pussy.



   Fucking my wife's ass took some time to accomplish.  He was slow and
even gentle with her.  At last he had all eight inches of his thick black
cock in her ass.



   Lori's eyes had rolled back in her head and I think she may have passed
out for a few moments.  He woke her up by slamming his cock back in her
after pulling nearly all the way out.  Lori squealed like a banshee.  It
wasn't from any pain.  She was frigging her pussy like crazy while the big
black cock rammed in and out of her ass.



   After James shot off in her rectum, he collapsed on her back and they
both lay still as death for at least three or four minutes.  I didn't move
either.  I stood watching his cock slowly shrink and ease out of her
stretched asshole.  When it finally softened enough and plopped out, a gush
of his cum came out too.



   "You think she's had enough black cock for one night?" James asked me
rolling off the bed.  Even soft his cock still looked like a force to be
reckoned with.  I went over and lay down beside Lori.  I asked her if she
had enough.  She didn't answer, but her closed eyelids fluttered like she
was trying to open them.  I told James that apparently she had was through
for the night.  I thanked him and showed him out.



   I debated on trying to get her up and into the shower, but I gave up on
it and just covered her up.  I got in bed on the other side and jacked-off
because I was hurting.

   ***



   I woke up, the sun streaming through the window.  I knew I was alone
before I looked to Lori's side of the bed.  I lay there for a while
recalling the events of the night before.  How did I feel about my wife of
twenty years fucking another man?  A black man at that!  The image of
James' big cock fucking her tight little pussy was as vivid as if it were
just happening.  I could still hear the sound of Lori moaning and sobbing
with passion as the big black cock worked in and out of her.



   Suddenly I had a feeling of remorse.  Not that she had willingly spread
her legs for a stranger on our marital bed.  Not that I had encouraged and
helped her, but remorse because I didn't think to video tape it.  I could
feel my cock rising again.



   I would have laid there longer relishing the memory, but nature was not
just calling, it was screaming for me to take a piss.  On the way to the
bathroom I heard the familiar sounds of pans and pots being rattled in the
kitchen downstairs.  I wondered what Lori's frame of mind was.  I showered
and dressed and went to find out.



   "Good morning," I said.  "You're up early.  Been up long?"



   "No, not very long," she said brightly smiling at me.  "Are you okay?"



   "Yeah, I'm as fine as frog hair.  I think the larger question is, are
you okay?"



   "I think so," Lori answered.  "I had a moment or two, but they passed. I
wondered if you still loved me," she added giving me a searching, probing
look.



   "No, I don't," I said with mock severity.  "I'm standing here with no
coffee." She looked at me a moment more then laughed.



   "Go on out to the patio and your servant will bring you coffee and the
morning paper.  I'll join you."



   I sipped coffee and read the paper.  I was aware of Lori's presents next
to me, but we didn't talk about anything.  I finished the paper, folded it
and tapped her shoulder with it.



   "So, how all your personal parts this morning?  I asked in a bantering
tone so that she would know I was kidding.  "Anything sore?"



   "No, not really," she answered laughing.  "Tingly would best describe
it, I think.  That was.wow," she finished still laughing.  "You had it
choreographed almost exactly.  Was that accidental?"



   "Yes, as a matter of fact, it was.  I hardly said a word to James.  Was
it as good as the fantasy?"



   "No, it was way better, Sammy.  There's no way you, or anyone, could
have prepared me for that.  It was.almost too much.  Notice I said almost.
What did you think?"



   "I think Alice was right.  You do look good with a black cock in you. 
You were.great, Lori," I said seriously.  "I love you more than ever." She
smiled at me, radiating her ageless beauty.  I do have it made.

   The end of Part one



   (If there is going to be a part two you should tell me so.  Writing
encouragement to me is like saying sic'em to a dog.  Speaking of that.to
those of you who seem to think it's your duty to criticize my work you are
wasting your time as well as mine.  I write what I write.  If you don't
like stories of interracial sex between a white woman and black men, don't
read them.  I do welcome suggestion, ideas, and personal experiences for
new stories.  Many of my stories started just that way.  Let me remind you
that all of my stories are fantasy.  No one should attempt to do what I've
written about, but if you do, be very careful.  Shooter)