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The Cameron Solution

By: Ahabscribe



Well, this is new territory for me (mostly). I've written stories with an interracial component before, but this is the first time I've written a story specifically for the "Interracial category. I hope you like it and look forward to hearing your critiques, both negative and positive. Be warned...as is my nature, this story will eventually touch an aspect of incest (big surprise, huh?).

As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters within are fictional existing only within the confines of the story and my so called imagination. Enjoy!

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I looked down at the card in my hand and then back to the four story brick building across the street from where I was parked. The large sign on the building matched the card. It read 'The Cameron Solution' above an odd calligraphic drawing of a bull. The illustration struck me as vaguely disturbing after studying it for a moment...the bull seemed ferocious and powerful with one too many legs. I glanced around. I was sitting in one of Atlanta's wealthier suburbs in the shopping district. A Filene's was situated to the right of the brick building and a Prada store resided on the opposite side. Well dressed individuals of both genders, predominantly white like myself, strolled the streets, some moving with purpose, others idly moving along, window shopping or pausing to enter popular and expensive stores.

As I sat there, working up the nerve to go in, I watched a middle-aged woman emerge, dressed in a power suit that went perfectly with her long reddish hair. She walked down the street with a smile that disturbed me nearly as much as the card's image.

I sat for a little while longer, recalling how the card came into my hand. Yesterday afternoon, my mother, Clarice had asked me to meet her at the country club for lunch. I'd been happy to meet with her. We had always had a good relationship since I'd married her son, Daniel and she was sort of a role model for me in how to act amongst Atlanta's old money aristocracy. 

My own upbringing was middle class...Papa being a family doctor in a small, sleepy Alabama town. I'd met Daniel at the University of Georgia at a football rally for the Bulldogs. We'd both been freshman students and he was the most handsome boy I'd ever met. He was fascinated with my Nordic looks and we fell head over heels in love and were married two weeks after graduation.

David's family was serious old money...what some called the Bourbon aristocracy of the Old South. Dig deep enough into his family's past and it was something straight out of Gone with the Wind. They'd been one of the earliest families to settle in Georgia and established a massive plantation that had generated the family fortune. Unlike many in the South, David's great, great grandfather had foreseen the outcome of the Civil War and had converted much of their wealth to Yankee gold and hidden it away. In the war's aftermath, he'd bought up even more land and while he no longer had slaves, the family had long benefited from the toil and labor of their African-American workers.

Needless to say, we lived in a beautiful home that was just shy of what one could honestly call a mansion, our children -- two sons and a daughter -- went to the nicest private academies in Atlanta and we have lived a life of luxury. Daniel preferred that I not work and so I had focused on the children until they were all in school and then since have occupied much of my time with various charity organizations and getting deep into mastering both tennis and golf. Although, I didn't realize it when I arrived at the country club, it was those latter two activities that were about to land me in trouble with Clarice.

We'd had a lovely light lunch...the chef here prepared the most delicious salads. We'd just finished them and Clarice had ordered us each one of the club's special mint juleps when as the waiter left us, she turned to me and in a deadly, but low voice said, "Maddy, my dear, are you screwing around on Daniel?"

I felt my stomach do a nauseating flip and my skin burned as I gathered my wits together and stammered, "M-my Lord, Clarice! N-n-no! Where...where did you get such an idea?"

My mother glared at me and I felt like I might just wilt under her heated gaze. Finally, she replied, "Word is getting around that you're getting mighty friendly with Charlie Sims here."

My blush worsened and I could barely meet her steely gaze. Charlie Sims was the golf pro at the Country Club and I'd been working with him nearly a year on my amateur game. I liked golf quite a bit, but to be honest, I liked Charlie too. Despite his receding hairline, he was handsome with a buff body and a confidence that was...arousing. "Are you fucking Charlie Sims, Maddy?"

"No, I am not!" I replied, perhaps a little too loudly as my voice drew looks from nearby tables. I leaned in towards Clarice and said more softly. "Who told you such a thing?"

Clarice shook her head and said, "In the South, darling girl, amongst our kind, there are very few secrets." She reached out and placed a hand over mine. "A little bird tells me that you and Charlie Sims were getting quite friendly in the woods beyond the back nine, last week. Again, I want to know, have you fucked Charlie Sims?"

"No...I have not!" I hissed back, glancing around and hoping no one had heard my mother's accusation. If they had, they were doing a good job of minding their own business.

She pursued the matter like the best prosecutor. "Do you deny that you and he have been engaging in some naughty kissing, perhaps while he had a hand up your skirt?"

Again, my stomach did a flip-flop and I felt dizzy as I saw images of my marriage being flushed down the toilet race through my mind. I chose to tell Clarice the truth. "No, I don't. Charlie and I have...um, made out a couple of times." I slumped back in my seat. "Does Daniel know?"

Clarice threw her head back and laughed, "Lord, no. Daniel is like his father. Business and the Bulldogs consume his every waking moment. He'd starve to death if you didn't make him eat now and again." She grew serious as our waiter returned with our drinks. She was quiet until he'd left. She sipped at her julep and nodded approvingly before looking at me again and saying, "So, you swear you've not fucked Charlie or anyone else besides Daniel since you've been married?"

I nodded and replied, "I've came close with Charlie...thought about it a lot here lately, but no, I've never slept with anyone but Daniel. He was...is the only one."

My mother nodded and said, "I believe you, Maddy. Now...I want perfect honesty here. Hold nothing back. Isn't Daniel taking care of you in bed?"

I hesitated before I answered. How does one simply unload all one's bedroom secrets on the mother of one's husband? I couldn't face her as I replied and so I looked down at my lap as I said, "When we first got married, oh yes...Daniel was a wonderful lover and we couldn't seem to get enough of each other. But...as the years have passed and especially since the youngest was born, Daniel seems to have lost interest." I looked up at Clarice with tears in my eyes and said almost in a whisper, "It's like you just said, Daniel is more interested in business and the 'Dawgs' than in me. I beg him to make love and he just tells me he's tired or he's got a big day at the office tomorrow and I'm left hanging."

I paused and took a sip of my mint julep to steady myself before I continued. "I've begged him to take time off and the two of us get away...go someplace romantic with no cell phones or computers where we can make love without any interruptions." I gave out a heavy sigh. "He tells me he just can't make time and we're getting too old for that anyway." My voice began to rise up again. "Clarice...we're both just thirty-six years old!"

Clarice nodded and patted my hand. "I understand your frustration, Maddy, more than you can imagine. Daniel is like his father...like all the Cameron men. It must be genetic. It takes a corporate takeover or a Georgia championship to give them an erection."

I laughed at her somewhat bawdy remark and said, "You and David, too?"

She nodded and said, "I'm sorry to say that David and I haven't had sex more than say three times a year since...well, since that horny son of a bitch from Arkansas was president."

I was aghast at her words, both for how difficult it must have been all these years and for what it portended for my own future. "How could you stand it, Clarice? Not having sex all this time." I hesitated and then said, "Have you...do you have affairs?"

My mother looked at me with disdain. "Cameron women do not have affairs, Madelyn Cameron. This family has never tolerated even the slightest possibility of scandal. Our name has never been nor ever will be smeared with even rumors of such behavior."

The force of her voice rocked me back, almost stunning me into silence. I had always enjoyed sex. Even the night Daniel deflowered me had been wrought with pleasure. I loved fucking and I missed it something terrible. Day and night there was a fiery need burning between my legs that no amount of masturbation with my hand or toys had been able to appease. Clarice's words had the power of an imperial edict and I felt a shiver of fear ripple through me at what might be the consequences of violating such an edict might be. This might be the twenty-first century, but this was the Old South and the Cameron family was money and power with a reach that extended beyond Atlanta.

"What...how do you stand it, Clarice?" I asked meekly. "You strike me as someone who would appreciate sex, but if you aren't getting it from David and you're not having affairs." I reached out and downed most of my julep in one swallow. "How the hell do you stand never being made love to...to never having sex?"

Again, my mother surprised me by throwing back her head and laughing again, this time until her eyes were wet with tears. She signaled our waiter to bring us another round of drinks before returning that powerful gaze of hers on me and replying, "I said that Cameron women do not have affairs, Maddy. I never said we stopped having sex."

I shrugged in confusion and waited for her to continue. "Maddy, my dear girl, our story is as old as the Cameron family itself. Cameron men marry beautiful, passionate women and then proceed to lose interest in matters of the heart and of the flesh long before they reach middle age. They love their wives, but below the waist, something seems to die." I sighed in acknowledgement before she continued, "But Cameron women are also smart and since the end of the Civil War have made accommodations to both satisfy their own desires and to keep the family's name protected from dishonor."

Clarice reached down to her purse and brought from within it a small, crème colored business card. She slid it across the table to me. I picked it up and read aloud the words, "The Cameron Solution, established 1869," and then looked at the odd calligraphic sketch that appeared to be a bull with five legs. I looked up at my mother and said, "I'm not familiar with this...is it part of the family business?"

She found this curious and barked laughter, pausing again as our new mint juleps were brought to us. After our waiter had retreated, she said, "No, it is not part of Cameron Enterprises, but...in a way, it is family related. The Cameron family's relationship with "The Cameron Solution" dates back to Daniel's great, great grandmother, Valerie Cameron." Clarice smiled and said, "It was her solution to the Cameron women's chief problem...her way of making accommodations. You might say she helped to start it and we have been its greatest patron ever since.

"You keep saying it's an accommodation, Clarice. How?"

Clarice smiled slyly and sipped at her drink. "It is the solution to our need to be fucked, my dear."

I'm sure I looked like an idiot, staring at my mother with my mouth hanging open for a long moment before staring down at the card and then saying in a very low voice, "You mean its...a whore..." I paused and looked at her with some puzzlement. "A whorehouse for women to go and be...serviced?"

My husband's mother laughed at me again and shrugged her shoulders. "Whorehouse is such an ugly word for what services are provided there. I assure you that your needs will be met there...probably beyond your wildest expectations. And it is discrete." She reached over and drew the card back from me. After taking a pen from her purse, she turned the card over and wrote down an address.

"Clarice...you...do you still use these, um, accommodations?"

She smiled at me and said, "Darling, Maddy. I am only sixty-three years old and in the prime of health." She stuck her tongue out furtively and grinned. "Well, maybe I'm slowing down a little. I only average visiting two or three times a week these days."

She slid the card back to me and signaled our waiter that we were through. 

After she had signed for the check and we were alone again, she let her look of amusement fall away as she said in that nearly scary tone again. "Cameron women do not have affairs, but we do make accommodations to be satisfied. It is a burden and a privilege of being married into the Cameron family. Our husbands are good men, but with different needs. Go visit this place, Maddy and see for yourself. I doubt you'll be disappointed. Rather, I think you'll learn some great and wonderful truths about yourself and I promise you, if you keep an open mind, you'll never regret it."

Clarice winked at me and stood up. Even at sixty-three years old, she was a lovely woman. Perfectly coiffed black hair streaked with gray, her breasts, albeit augmented, rode high on her chest. Her narrow waist gave way to a generous set of hips and her legs were shapely and trim. "I suspect I'll be running into you there very soon, darling." She smiled at me and winked a second time and said, "Enjoy," before walking away, never looking back but somehow demonstrating that most every male in the dining room had his eyes on her. I found it a bit odd to suddenly recognize in her a very obviously sexual being.

#

A car with an intentionally loud muffler, passed by, shaking me out of my reverie. I looked again at the brick building across the street from me and taking a deep breath climbed out of my car. I was wearing a summer dress, white with a blue floral print that swirled just above my knees and hugged my chest tight, drawing attention to my bountiful chest and to what I considered my best feature, my bare shoulders. I was wearing two inch heels that helped accentuate my toned and shapely calves and I had my nearly bone white hair wound up off my neck and held in place with an ivory comb.

Not sure about what to expect, I walked across the street, removing my sunglasses as I opened the door and stepped inside "The Cameron Solution."

A chime sounded sedately as I went inside. I saw a waiting area with several lush and expensive overstuffed leather chairs settled around a large glass coffee table. Beyond it was a reception desk, manned by a tall, thin African-American, a young man in his mid-twenties, wearing a dark blazer and tie with a crisp, ironed shirt. He looked up and smiled as I approached. "Good afternoon. Welcome to 'The Cameron Solution.' How can I help you today?"

I felt my skin blushing as I fumbled for a reply. "I'm Madelyn...um, Madelyn Cameron and I've come to see about...um, your services."

He gave me a brilliant and sincere smile as if I was instantly the most important person in existence. "Of course, we've been expecting you, Missus Cameron. Ms. Clarice called us and told us to be expecting you." He stood up and I realized he was very tall, towering over my five-foot eight frame. He pressed a button on an intercom and said authoritatively, "This is Stephen at the desk, Madelyn Cameron has arrived. I'm bringing her up to..." he glanced at a computer screen before finishing, "Suite B." He gestured towards an elevator beyond his desk and said, "Please, ma'am, follow me." 

As we approached the elevator another young man, also African American and dressed in the same clothes, emerged from an anteroom and nodded at us, saying in a deep, rumbling voice, "Stephen...Ma'am." He passed us and took over at the desk. I glanced back at him curiously. He wasn't as tall as Stephen, but broader in the shoulders and I had a sudden and shocking urge to see how his ass looked on those tailored slacks.

Stephen ushered me into the elevator and pushed a button. He smiled at me as the elevator smoothly but slowly began to move. "Have you been fully briefed on 'The Cameron Solution' Missus Cameron?"

I smiled weakly, feeling my already red face burning brighter. "Ah, no...I'm not sure how things work. I mean do I...I should I pay at the..."

Stephen held up his hand and replied, "Everything will be explained, ma'am. Don't be nervous...this is going to be one of the best days of your life." The way he smiled down at me as he spoke nearly unnerved me to the point I was ready to run away. I felt like he was literally undressing me with his eyes and that both frightened me and made me very wet between my thighs.

I must confess that while I always felt that I harbored no prejudices against blacks, I had had very few experiences with them in all my years. In my hometown, blacks and whites had generally stayed apart...legal wrangling had kept desegregation from really materializing in school and I had not had any black friends in my youth. The same could be said for college...I hung with the middling wealthy white students until I met Daniel and then I ran with the very exclusive white rich kids until we graduated. Since then, we had basically hung with the Old South gentry and the color lines, while never referred to, were very strictly enforced.

To my shame I will confess that I had entertained fantasies about having a black man and I recalled many giggling sessions with friends at slumber parties as we had discussed certain myths about the prowess and size of black men. I felt awkward, embarrassed and aroused by being this close to a black man...probably the first African American I had been around other than waiters or store clerks since college.

I rode silently with Stephen until the elevator car stopped, the doors opened and we stepped out into a broad hall, another young black man behind another desk who nodded and said, "Missus Cameron. We're honored to have you here." He nodded to a door with a small 'B' on it and said, "Stephen, Zachary is already waiting in Suite B."

Stephen walked me to the door, opened it for me and beckoned me to enter. "Enjoy yourself, Missus Cameron. I look forward to seeing you again."

I stopped midway through the door, a little surprised. "You're leaving?" I said, not sure if I was disappointed or not.

Stephen laughed and touched me on the arm gently, sending a little thrill racing through me. "Yes, Missus Cameron. Ms Clarice made a special request for your first visit." He winked at me and added, "You're going to like Zachary just fine and well, you and I can get better acquainted another time."

Feeling a little confused, I nodded, trying to smile to indicate that I would like that even though I wasn't sure why I would want to. I stepped onto into what turned out to be a lavish suite like something you'd find in the best hotel in Atlanta. An expensive living room suite was laid out around a thick, luxurious rug. Beyond it was a real fireplace currently dormant, not surprising in the hot summer season. To the far right I could see a mammoth bed that dwarfed my king sized bed at home and through a door next to it, I saw a portion of what had to be a huge bathtub...maybe a hot tub.

"Good afternoon, Missus Cameron or do you prefer Madelyn?" I turned at the lush voice, not too long deepened into manhood and found a black Adonis standing at a wet bar, pouring himself a drink. He was maybe six foot-five and solidly built, muscles straining the seams of his expensive dress shirt. His hair was curly, but cut close with a broad nose and a friendly face. Although he was dressed, I imagined that there wasn't likely an ounce of fat on what I could see was a ripped body and again, I felt unexpected moisture blossoming between my legs.


The Cameron Solution



"Uh, I mostly prefer Maddy," I replied.

He walked over, a drink in his left hand and offered me his hand. My hand disappeared inside his grasp and I gave an uncontrollable shiver. "I'm Zachary and I'm pleased to meet you, Maddy," he said, lowering his head as he raised my hand and kissed me like an old fashioned gentleman. Letting me go, he gestured towards the bar. "Would you care for a drink?"

Following him, I nodded and then said in almost a whisper, "Bourbon and water...maybe a double."

Zachary laughed and said, "Take a seat, Maddy." I climbed up onto a high bar chair, very much aware that suddenly I was showing off a great deal of leg which Zachary did not try to disguise looking at. He put my drink together and handed it to me and then moved to stand uncomfortably close. I took a big gulp of my drink and then tried not to choke as the good bourbon burned its way down. "Are you nervous, Maddy?" he said in a softer voice.

I giggled briefly, as I suddenly felt like a silly school girl and said in a high voice, "Oh, a little!"

Zachary reached out and put his hand on my waist, a few inches below my breasts. "You don't need to be, Maddy." He chuckled for a second and then said, "Well, maybe you should be." He looked into my eyes and said, "What do you think we're going to do here today, darling."

I cannot imagine how mortified I must have looked when I replied in that same high voice as before, "Uh...we're going to have sex?"

Zachary laughed as his hand suddenly slipped upwards to cup my large breast through my dress and bra, his hand so large that he could nearly cover it with the span of his fingers. "No, Maddy," he replied as he began massaging and kneading my breast.

I could barely breathe as I squeaked, "No?"

Zachary leaned in kissed me on the cheek before I felt his lips brushing the lobe of my ear. "We're not going to have sex, Maddy. We're going to fuck. I'm going to fuck you until you scream for mercy and then I'm going to fuck you some more!"

"Oh my gawd!" I moaned, my accent slipping out as I felt his other hand come to rest on my bare thigh.

"Do you like the sound of that, Maddy? Do you like the idea of being fucked by a black man like you've never been fucked before?"

I felt a gush of wetness between my legs as I suddenly had a quick glimpse of my future race through my mind...this man...this black man atop me, both of us naked, his dark skin contrasting with my pale skin and my head thrown back in either ecstasy or pain or maybe both. When I didn't reply, Zachary took his hand from my breast and found my free hand and guided it to his crotch. I groaned as I felt something long there...something long and very, very big.

The black man's lips again brushed against my ear as he said, "And I'm not even completely hard yet, Maddy!" 

A groan slipped past my lips and I looked up into his big brown eyes and whispered in both fear and awe, "Really?

He chuckled and said, "Really, darling. Would you like to see?"

I nodded, amazed at myself. Zachary took my drink and set it on the bar and then said, "Let's go over to the couch where you'll be more comfortable." I let him take me by the hand and lead me over to the living area, my legs so wobbly I could barely stand up. 

I could feel my pussy juices running down my leg, so sodden were my panties. I could hear my father's disapproving tone in my mind, "Maddy Gelborn...fooling around with a negro. I am so ashamed of you!" The truth was, I did feel a bit ashamed, but I also knew I had to see Zachary's penis. Maybe I was about to cross the line from frustrated housewife to whore, but I was suddenly consumed with the need to see his cock hard.

I sat down on the firm leather cushion and Zachary stood in front of me. I sat with my knees together just as a proper woman should do, but Zachary smirked and nudged them apart, exposing more of my thighs as the hem rose and then he stepped between my knees and looked down at me. He smiled approvingly as I reached out tentatively and pressed the palm of my hand against his crotch again. "Go ahead, Maddy, take my pants off," he said in a commanding tone. His rich voice alone with that forceful attitude made me quiver with delight and I was a little surprised to see how quickly I obeyed, my hands shaking as I fumbled with his belt and then undid the buttons on his tailored slacks. 

His pants slid down to his ankles to reveal that he was wearing white briefs that contrasted with the dark chocolate color of his skin. Beneath the white cotton fabric was the shadow of something big and dark. Zachary ran a finger down the side of my face and over my lips as he said, "Go on now, girl...Don't be making me wait." 

His tone was more insistent now and his language and demeanor seemed to be...I don't know what to properly describe it...more black and less polite. In any case, I murmured, "Yes, Zachary," and I reached out and tugged down his underwear and then gasped as his cock sprung free...semi-erect, and slapped me in the face, the massive swollen plum shaped head sliding over my lips and chin to hang there just below my face. For a long minute, I just sat there and stared in shock and surprise. Even with all the teenage giggling stories of how black men were "blessed" I had not expected to see so much cock on a man.

"You're beautiful," I whispered, reaching out finally to take it in my hand. I could barely get my fingers around it and I could feel it growing in my grasp even as I slowly stroked it. I brought my other hand up and began to masturbate him, anxious to see how big it would become.

"Yeah, Maddy, that's right...get him all big and angry," Zachary purred. "I imagine your husband doesn't have anything like that hanging between his legs."

A memory of a younger Daniel and me actually measuring his cock swam up into my befuddled mind. Daniel's penis was just short of six inches when erect and I had greatly enjoyed his cock, but this...this was a monster compared to Daniel's...much longer and much thicker. "No," I whispered. "He's...tiny compared to you."

Zachary liked that, chuckling as his fingers wormed their way into my hair bun and then gently forcing my head forward. "I bet you want to taste it, don't you, Maddy? White girl sees a black cock for the first time, she wonder how it tastes. Go ahead, baby, give it a lick."

My lips kissed the firm, but spongy head of his cock and I couldn't help but flick my tongue out, tasting him. I'd sucked Daniel's cock many times and wasn't surprised that Zachary tasted of piss and sweat and that unique male something...but I was taken aback by how much intense the flavor was with Zachary, almost as if he was more man than my husband. I moaned a little as a teeny orgasm detonated between my thighs as I realized that my mouth was on a black man's cock.

As my nipples hardened into long, hard nubs, pressing against my bra, I slid Zachary's cock against my cheek, down until I could lash his huge testicles with my tongue, feeling the wiry hair there against my wet fleshy probe, before I slowly ran my tongue up the long length of his shaft and swirled it around his swollen cock head. I looked up at him with my Nordic blue eyes and moaned, "Please, may I suck your cock, Zachary."

He smiled and said, "Oh, I like that...please...yeah, I like that a lot. Go ahead, Maddy, you may suck my big black dick all you want." I moaned happily and opened my mouth wide, somehow wrapping my lips around the end of his penis and taking it inside, my tongue barely having enough room to work what I fervently hoped was some pleasurable magic on this black man's penis.

My tongue moved feverishly about as I sucked and licked and slurped at his cock, getting it wet and slick with my saliva, making his dark meat shiny and slippery. I let him slip from my lips as I showed his cock with kisses and licks before taking him back inside my mouth. I had mastered deep-throating my husband before we were even married, but now as I tried to show off my skills as a cocksucker, I knew I was in trouble.

I worked him into my mouth, first getting a little distance as I ran the crown of his penis along the inside of my cheek and then trying to swallow as much as I could of him down my throat. Maybe six or seven inches moved past my lips before I began to gag, his big dick clogging my throat. I could feel him laughing as I pulled back, coughing, but determined to go again, repeating my efforts to swallow as much of his cock as possible. It was overwhelming to realize that he was so big and so long that I couldn't pull it off and for some reason, I wanted to do it...not just to prove I could, but to please Zachary.

As I worked his cock, Zackary was playing with my hair and although distracted, I felt him pull the comb from my hair and heard it clatter on the coffee table nearby. He ran his black fingers through my platinum blonde hair, shaking out the long strands that fell to my shoulders and then gathering them up in his hands. "You have a sweet mouth, Maddy," he said softly. "I just have to fuck that sweet, white bitch mouth!" 

He gathered up my long tresses in both hands and used them for leverage and to keep my head in place as he suddenly began thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, making me helpless to resist, plunging his cock into my throat until he could hear me gurgle and gag and withdraw only to do it again.

He made it clear he was in charge and even as he would force his cock into my mouth until he would go no further and then work his hips around and push forward as if trying to force more of his erect penis down my throat while my hands fluttered and clawed at his midsection and I choked and gagged. It was uncomfortable, yet arousing...as if he was raping me orally. Another small orgasm exploded deep inside me as I comprehended that I liked being treated like a possession by this young, black man.

Finally, he withdrew his cock from my mouth, strands of my saliva hanging off his magnificent shaft and head and even as I coughed and gasped for air, I couldn't help but look up at him, loving that amused and masterful grin on his face and moan, "Please, Zachary. Fuck me. Fuck me now!"

He laughed and said, "Well, Maddy...not sure you're ready yet." He pulled me to my feet and said, "Take off my shirt, girl." I quickly obeyed, nearly ripping the buttons off his dress shirt to get him naked. While I worked, his hands roamed over my body, cupping and squeezing my breasts while he murmured, "I like your titties, Maddy!" and then pulling me to him while his hands roamed down my back and pawed at my ass cheeks. The entire time, his long, hard cock probed against my abdomen, seeking a way past my summer dress.

With his shirt off, I ran my hands over his smooth, dark skin, kissing his chest and smelling his scent which my body seemed to instinctively respond to. Then I felt his hand slip under my dress and palm the crotch of my panties. "Mmmm, my Maddy's a little excited," he chuckled as his fingers pulled my gusset to one side and then I let out a cry as two of his fingers ran up and down my lower lips and then pushed inside me.

"You're wet, Maddy," he whispered, leaning down and kissing me. His tongue seemed as extra big as his cock, forcing its way into my mouth and immediately taking my tongue prisoner. I melted into his embrace, his fingers inside me practically holding me up as they swirled inside my wet pussy.

He pulled his fingers out and held them up between us as he broke the kiss. "You're wet, but I don't know if you're wet enough for what I got for you." He shocked me by smearing my own juices across my lips. "But, I think I can get you there. Sit down, bitch!" He shoved me back down roughly on the couch and I found myself sprawled out, legs wide and the hem of my dress nearly up around my crotch. In a relaxed, confident move, Zachary was suddenly kneeling between my legs, his long, strong fingers sliding up my bare thighs.

"Not going to need these any more," he said as he tugged my panties off and flung them away. "I was you, I wouldn't even bother wearing panties when you come visiting 'The Cameron Solution.'" He flipped the hem of my dress up onto my stomach and grinned hungrily. "Now, Maddy, that is one fine pussy!" he said as he ran a hand over my cunt, fingers sliding up over and between my swollen, plump labia and through the thick thatch of ash blonde pubic hair that I kept trimmed in a neat rectangle.

Zachary leaned in, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled and then said, "Nothing like the smell of white pussy wet for a block cock!" His hands slipped under me, cupping my ass cheeks and then lifting me up as he brought his mouth to my cunt and I cried out in surprise and delight as he mashed his face between my legs! Daniel, in our younger years had occasionally eaten my pussy and I loved the sensation of a mouth and tongue on me, but like the rest of our love life, that was something that was long past. Now, I had a young African-American male licking my pussy and doing it enthusiastically! 

As his long, thick tongue lashed my wet flesh and assaulting my swollen clitoris, I went off like a bottle rocket, exploding into orgasm without any warning. I bucked my pelvis upwards, trying to give Zachary more access to my gushing pussy, his noises of slurping up my flood of juices sounding so lewd and arousing to my ears, adding fire to the burning fury of my orgasm.

I screamed as a storm of ecstasy exploded in my pussy and raced though my body as I had an orgasm stronger than any I had experienced in a long, long time. My heart seemed to be about to burst through my chest as I arched my back and squirmed my crotch against Zachary's face, both delighted and stunned that I was finding such intense pleasure with someone besides my husband and that it was with a black man to boot. I was sure that it was the old fashioned taboo of a well to do southern white girl, raised to keep a respectable distance between myself and a black man that made my sexual delight unlike anything I had ever experienced.

On top of that, my enthusiastic black man was very talented with his tongue and mouth, licking and sucking and finding all my secret special places without any difficulty at all. My orgasm had scarcely begun to wane when I felt his tongue broaden and flatten as it run upwards over my slick labia and over the wrinkled folds of my cunt and assault my swollen and throbbing clitoris and I literally climbed up on Zachary's face as it seemed like his tongue was a long, fleshy carpet sliding over my almost bursting pleasure nub.

He seemed to like that and his fingers dug into my ass cheeks and lifted me up, my legs sliding over his broad, muscled shoulders while I arched my back and seemed to hover in the air, my hands clawing at his head while he feverishly licked and sucked my cunt.

As my second orgasm peaked and I slowly slid down from a high peak of perfect pleasure, my young black man sat me back down and rose up, his dark face shiny with my juices. He reached out and roughly yanked my dress over my head and cast it away. He reached for my half bra, but I tore it off and flung it away, freeing my meaty, but still firm breasts.

Zachary ran his tongue over his lips and grinned as he again reached for me. "Maddy, I reckon you're wet enough to try and take my black cock now," he growled as he lithely climbed to his feet, pulling me back up into a sitting position. "Suck me a little more, bitch. Get my big, bad black dick as hard as it can be."

I yielded to his demands and immediately got my mouth around the head of his penis and began sucking, my hands stroking the long shaft, feeling it throb with his strength and youthful vigor. I sucked him for maybe a minute before he shoved his cock deep into my mouth and then yanked me up by the hair of my head. "Let's go, Maddy!" he commanded. "Time for this white slut to get what she always dreamed about."

I suddenly was walking bent over, my mouth filled with black cock as he walked backwards, leading us into the bedroom. Pulling on my hair, he freed himself from my mouth and then threw me onto the bed. His strength was a little scary, but also very arousing and I clawed at the sheets as I spread my legs and drew my knees back, trying to offer my cunt to him as lewdly as possible as I cried, "Fuck me, Zachary...show me what a black cock can do!"

He laughed as he climbed onto the bed, the black skin of his erect and enormous cock gleaming with my spit. "Oh, I'll show you, Maddy," he said with both amusement and lust in his voice, "I'll show you why little white bitches just cream themselves when they even think about black cock!"

Zachary was between my legs and leaning in, the head of his penis pressing against my kissing labia and he looked down at me and as he pressed into me, hissed, "I'm gonna change your life, Maddy!"

I felt the pressure of the tip of his penis and then my labia were being spread and then I screamed as I felt him thrust inside me...two, maybe three inches and felt both pain and pleasure as I felt my womb being spread apart. It hurt and it felt good. As he pulled back a little and pushed again, getting at least four inches of his thick dick inside me, I had a sudden flashback to the last time I gave childbirth and while I was nowhere close to being opened that much, there were hints of that pain and of undreamt pleasure.

"Fuck...so-so fucking big!" I moaned as I felt his thrust inside me again, parting and spreading my flesh and I suddenly realized he was in virgin territory, deeper inside me than my husband had ever been. The sheer realization of that astounding fact along with the sensation of cock actually touching me where I'd never been touched before made me dizzy with ecstasy while I clawed at his chest.

"Oh yeah, Maddy, you like that don't you?" Zachary whispered as he thrust even deeper, his dark, muscled body settling down atop me, preparing to thrust even as he kissed me with his still wet and sticky mouth, sharing my own pussy juices with me even as I bathed his mammoth penis in a fresh flood of hot cream.

I cried into his mouth as I felt him thrust yet again, my head reeling as I wondered how much cock was inside me, pushing deep and stretching me out. He thrust again and pain and pleasure fought for dominance as I felt like I was about to be split in two. "F-fuck me, please. Love you...love your c-cock," I whimpered as the kiss ended.

Zachary kissed my mouth and then planted little kisses on my face before nuzzling my neck. He rose up on his arms like he was doing pushups and looked down between our bodies, my blue eyes following the gaze of his brown ones to see where his enormous cock was buried in me. "Mmmm, you must love my cock, you done 'bout taken it all, Maddy," he said after pausing to kiss my rolling breasts and biting my swollen nipples.

He thrust into me again and I was again swept up by orgasm, bucking against him and finally timing it right to meet his thrusts with my pelvis, whimpering, "Ow, ow," and trying to ignore the pain and embrace the pleasure. Then I sobbed as I felt his pubic hairs scraping my bare flesh as we hunched together and eliminated any exposed gap between his cock and my pussy. I felt crammed full of pulsating meat and recognized that in one sense it was extremely uncomfortable, but also reveling in being so full of cock and somehow having been able to take all of the young black man inside me.

Zachary ground his crotch against mine and leaned down and whispered in my ear, "What do you think your little hubby would say if he knew his white wife had almost fourteen inches of black bull cock inside her tight pussy?"

His lewd words spurred my pleasure higher even as I laughed hysterically between sobs as I suddenly realized why the card and sign of Cameron Solution's bull had five legs...or rather, four legs and a huge cock! "Don't. Care. What. He. Would. Say. Just. FUCK. ME!" I managed to stammer out, hunching myself against him, wanting this young black man with the big dick to feed that long, thick thing to me again and again.




The Cameron Solution



My new lover just laughed and replied, "Yes, Ma'am. My pleasure, Maddy!" Zachary began fucking me then, not extremely fast, but as swiftly as he could worm his big dick in and out of my stuffed cunt, quickly finding exactly how deep he could drive into me for the most pleasure and the least pain. I abandoned myself to the tempest of carnal delight then, letting him pound his cock into me, able to only grunt and squeal each time he slammed his body into me, a willing but helpless victim to his wonderful assault.

I don't know how many times I had made love or just fucked my husband, but this surpassed every experience I had ever known. It was only as my black lover fucked me with his lovely cock, kissing me and leaving bite marks on my neck, nearly drawing blood when he bit the swollen nipple of my right breast, that I truly understood the meaning of the word 'taken.' Zachary took me and claimed me as his own. As I writhed under his erotic assault, I would have said or done anything so long as it would have extended the awesome pleasure of his cock burying itself inside me again and again. In that sweet and taboo moment, I would have divorced my husband, sold my children and fucked a thousand dogs if it meant another single minute of being fucked by my young black man.

Our bodies slapped wetly together as we both worked hard, both of us serious in sustaining the moment as long as we could. I could see in the way his mouth hung open and the way he would again and again close his eyes as if savoring something sweet and delicious that he was taking pleasure from this nearly as much as I was. In his big, brown eyes I could see my face reflected, slack-jawed and eyes nearly glazed as I experienced cock and ecstasy unlike ever before. My white blonde hair was wild and tangled, plastered wetly against my forehead...I looked like the black-cock slut I knew I had just become.

As Zachary plowed into my cunt again and again, I looked down at us, thrilling at the absolute contrast between my white skin and his black skin. It thrilled me and frightened me at how violating such an age old taboo created so much pleasure inside me. I instinctively knew that while much of my pleasure came solely from his massive black spear, there was also much pure pleasure coming from the fact that Doctor Gelborn's sweet little white daughter was fucking a healthy, well endowed black man. Adding to that was the thought that my husband, born into the 'Bourbon' white elite was being cuckolded by a black bull!

Zachary's breath became more ragged and as I climbed towards another orgasm, he said, "You ready for some black man's sperm, Maddy? Gonna fill you, up, you hot bitch!" He increased the speed of his thrusts and then with a roar, he plunged deep inside me, nearly taking my breath away and then full as I was of cock, I screamed and climaxed as suddenly I felt his cock head swell and then begin to flood me with hot semen!"

I clawed at his back and my legs rose up and tightened around his ass as he grunted and pumped me full of his seed, my orgasm exploding with frightening intensity as I realized that my cunt was being filled with the semen of an African American man and that I loved how he and his cock and his hot sperm felt inside me.

My body seemed to be burning, the flames fueled by my orgasm and I sobbed and squirmed underneath Zachary's strong body as he thrust into me again and again, the pleasure growing stronger inside me until I couldn't seem to breathe and my head grew light and then I was lost amidst pure ecstasy...having an out of body experience as I seemed to be writhing in mid-air, looking down to see myself underneath that beautiful black body, an expression of absolute heavenly pleasure on my face while my white limbs scrabbled about around his perspiring black form.

If pleasure has a color, it seemed to me to be same as the black shade of Zachary's cock as I was consumed by it for an eternity, only returning to the world as he slowly snaked his still erect penis from my battered and throbbing and very well fucked pussy. "That was...wonderful," I gasped and then I began to cry, sobbing great heaves as the enormity of what we'd done, the pleasure that it had produced and the reality that I had fucked a black man and loved it, overwhelmed me.

Zachary took me into his arms and held me, letting me cry it until it all seemed to sort itself out -- processing the experience of such sweet pleasure after being so long ignored and having violated so many societal taboos I'd been taught practically since birth and just the intensity of making love with Zachary.

As my sobs faded, I realized how safe and possessed I felt in the young black man's arms. I nuzzled his smooth, muscled chest and said, "Thank you,"

Zachary kissed the top of my head and said, "You are very much welcome, Maddy. It was my pleasure to please you so well."

"That you did, sir," I purred as I looked up at him. "You were something and this..." I reached down and stroked his semi-erect cock, which coated with the thick, whitish fluids of my cunt and his sperm, was still an awe inspiring sight. "This cock is magnificent."

"Yes, I've been blessed." His fingers ran over my arm, sending shivers through me. "You're a passionate lover too, Maddy. Your husband is a very lucky man."

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "You wouldn't know it from how little attention he pays me."

His hand came down from my shoulder to cup and gently caress my breast as his thumb played over my still swollen and sensitive nipple. "Well, Maddy, We are always ready and willing to take care of your needs here at 'The Cameron Solution.'"

"Oh yeah," I sighed. "I am definitely sold on this place." Something was niggling at the back of my mind and I looked up at Zachary and said, "I know this sounds stupid, but when we were...fucking, you sounded different...more, um..."

"Black?" offered Zachary. "Yes, I tend to slip into that street black voice -- most of our clients like that trash talk." He placed a finger under my chin and tilted my face so he could look into my eyes. "Be honest now, did talking like that turn you on, Maddy?"

I felt my cheeks burn as I replied, "Does it make me racist if I say yes?"

"No," Zachary chuckled. "I reckon not. I think a lot of white women, especially those with little contact with Black men have a secret kink to fuck a black man...crossing the taboo line and all and I think a lot of white women with those yearnings also like to play the submissive...helpless woman being fucked by a domineering black man."

My face reddened more as I realized that what he said was absolutely true. I had never dreamed that being taken by an African American male like he had just done would arouse me so much. "So, I'm not racist so much as kinky?" I said, slowly stroking his sticky cock.

Zachary nodded and said, "And horny, Maddy...very, very horny, I think."

I shivered and whispered, "So...how much time do I have left?" Suddenly, I was wanting more of this young black man and his beautiful cock.

"All the time you want, Maddy. There is no time limit when it comes to treating you right."

"Can we..." I hesitated. "Zachary, will you please fuck me again."

He grinned and leaned in and kissed me, his tongue slipping into my mouth to overwhelm my tongue, taking his time as his hand tightened around my breast, pinching and pulling my nipple until I grunted with a mix of pleasure and pain. His other hand wrapped around my blonde hair and he suddenly jerked my head back, breaking the kiss. "Bitch, you want me to fuck you again, you got some cleaning to do. Suck that big ol' dick of mine and get me hard again."

His words sent a thrill through me even though I knew...or believed he was just acting. Obediently, I slipped down between his legs and took hold of his thick penis and didn't think twice about licking him although I had never done that for Daniel who I'm sure would have found it repulsive. I don't know if I would have been sickened if my husband had made such a request, but I felt new wetness as Zachary's words aroused me anew.

I ran my tongue up his long shaft, gathering up semen and pussy cream to pool on my tongue. Once I had rolled my tongue over the young black man's cock, I showed him the juices on my tongue and then swallowed them, surprised at how much I liked the taste of our blended cum creams. Again and again, I licked his black cock, savoring our combined flavors and then I was sucking him again, rising up on my knees to try and get a better angle to again try and deep-throat his cock, but having little more success than before in taking more than seven inches while Zachary laughed at my efforts.

"That's it, you little white slut -- suck that black cock till you choke!" I felt Zachary's hand resting on my head and holding me in place as I tried to force more cock down my throat, gagging and choking as his massive penis closed off my throat, plugging it airtight. If being submissive to a black man was arousing me, I think dominating a white woman was exciting him as I felt his cock lengthen and thicken in my hand and in my mouth, swelling in my throat until he released me and I coughed and gasped for air while unable to take my eyes off his now long and erect cock, standing up straight in the air like some great obsidian obelisk rising up from his groin.

I looked at Zachary expectantly, wanting guidance and he obliged me by waggling his fingers at me in a come hither gesture. "C'mon, Maddy. You want this cock, its time you do some of the work. Climb on this big thing and fuck your black man."

"Oh yes," I gasped and I scrambled onto my feet, wobbling a little on the firm mattress in my heels. I straddled Zachary and he held out his hands to mine while I slowly squatted down on him. He released one hand so I could reach down and hold the head of his cock still until I could kiss the huge, black knob with my dripping wet labia.

"Omigod, you're so fucking big," I moaned as I lowered myself onto that big cock, feeling his thick meat spreading my already well fucked pussy. If nothing else, he feels bigger than the first time. Bolts of intense pleasure are already shattering me -- my body shaking, my leg muscles swelling with effort as I tried to control my descent onto that thick cock that was so incredibly long.

"Yeah, that's it, Maddy...you love it, don't you? "You gonna be a white whore for black cock, ain't you!" Zachary cooed, a mocking, amused grin on his face as he watched me squat on his erection. I'm sure I was quite the sight, my breasts quivering as my body shook, my cheeks puffed out as I gasped and grimaced from the intensity of my effort and the overwhelming sensation of impaling myself on his black spear.

I let out a cry that was a mixture of fear, pleasure and triumph as I felt my ass cheeks settle against his thighs and felt his pubic hair scratch against my wet, quivering flesh. I had somehow managed to get all his wonderful cock inside me again and it felt more incredible than I could have ever imagined.

Zachary caught me by surprise then by reaching up and taking hold of me by the waist and with a simple flex of his arm muscles, shoved me down tighter, his cock slipping deeper than I would have thought possible. I let out a scream as my feet slipped and I was straddling him on my knees and that drove Zachary's thick cock even deeper inside me, stretching and filling me and I screamed again while pain and pleasure competed for dominance between my legs.

Instinctively, I tried to rise up, but my sobs intensified as Zachary held on firmly to me, keeping his long, thick cock completely buried within me, his swollen and pulsing knob feeling like it was deep in my belly. Pain and pleasure seemed to blur, straddling some indefinable line of sensation that was carnal in nature, making me jerk and convulse atop his black cock swelling until it exploded inside me with a mammoth orgasm that rendered me helpless and I collapsed atop Zachary as his cock shifted with me as my ass rose up involuntarily.

My breasts flattened out against his strong, muscular chest and a remote part of me sensed his rapidly beating heart -- the only sign that betrayed his outward calm. As tears blurred my vision and I felt completely helpless as wave after wave of indescribable pleasure rocked me, Zachary began to move his hips that produced new ecstasy and new pain that only served to feed my hunger for more of him. I screamed myself hoarse as he slowly thrust upwards into my pussy and then unconsciously, I began to respond...female instinct taking over as I began to move with him -- a rolling fucking motion of our hips and groins, allowing our bestial side to take over and mate as creatures have done since the beginning of time.

When I had enough control over my body, I lifted my head and he craned his forward so we could kiss, tongues slobbering over each other and each other's lips, my fingers digging into his shoulders to act as leverage as I braced for each of his mind blowing thrusts and pushed back, my cunt unwilling to surrender more of his thick meat than necessary. Zachary grunted into my mouth approvingly as I regained some control over my pussy muscles and began intermittently to try and tighten around his cock, massaging and kissing his massive pole with my slick flesh as it slowly wormed itself back and forth.

Orgasm begat orgasm and I wondered how long my heart could withstand the intensity of being fucked by this black man. Finally, I was compelled to break our wet kiss, my body demanding I shift and I rose up into a sitting position, his long cock buried completely inside me and I lewdly rolled my hips as my hands slipped up my body to cup and squeeze my breasts while I howled my joy over unsuspected ecstasy.

Time seemed to stand still as I rode my lovely black man. I felt like I had achieved sexual nirvana -- nothing in my life to that point had ever prepared me for such carnal fulfillment. Orgasm after orgasm traveled through me and I wasn't even aware that our joined crotches were sopping wet with my juices as his massive cock literally forced my creams out around his massive prick.

At some point, I lost control of my body again, but Zachary held me up, his hands clamped around my breasts, supporting me as I became a rag doll, consumed by erotic pleasure impaled on that wonderful cock. It was all I could do to sob as I looked down at the massive black pole I was riding up and down on between loving, grateful glances at Zachary's kind and loving face.

Then without warning, Zachary grimaced as if in pain and then I was being filled with his hot semen, gushing inside me as if from a fire hose, so much I imagined it filling my entire body until his sizzling seed would gush out my mouth. My incredible orgasms somehow reached new highs as my womb was flooded with fiery sperm and I found myself unable to breath, so intense was my climax. "I LOVE FUCKING YOU!" I crooned in a strange sing-song voice as pleasure overwhelmed me, looking down at my young black man as dark spots popped up in my vision, managing to say in a softer voice, "I love your cock!" before everything went black.

I floated in utter darkness on a cloud of sweet pleasure, the only reminder of reality the steady thrum of Zachary's heartbeat, utterly content as I drifted in and out of consciouness. I'm not sure I dreamed, but eventually, I imagined that I was dining on nectar, a host of black men standing around me, naked and deliciously erect, offering me their erect penises, each dripping with sweet, earthy semen.

I awoke sucking Zachary's cock, my mouth tasting of the now familiar flavor of his sperm and my own juices. He was semi-erect and watching me as he sipped from a bottle of water. I bashfully rose up and said, "Hello."

Grinning, Zachary replied, "Hello yourself. Have a good nap?" 

I nodded and said, "Oh yes! I feel splendid." The truth was I felt more relaxed than I had in a long time. My body ached in a way it always had after good sex with Daniel, but more so than ever before. He offered me his water and I drank from it, consciously trying to make my lips wrapping around the opening seem obscene as I watched him.

He shook his head and said, "I swear, Maddy. I wonder if you'll ever get enough."

I crawled up his body, handing him back his bottle as I kissed him on the lips, resting my naked body atop his, feeling his warm and strong body and loving it. "Lord, I hope not, Zachary!"

"Me too, girl, me too." He sighed and continued, "I suppose it's high time we discussed the business end of 'The Cameron Solution.'"

I sighed and said, "I suppose."

Following his lead, we both climbed off the bed, me walking a little bowlegged as I realized how sore my pussy was after being fucked so well. Zachary went to a closet and opening it up, pulled out a silk robe. "Put this on and we'll take a little stroll. I have somebody who wants to talk to you."

I looked at him curiously and maybe with a bit of concern because he winked at me and said, "It's nothing bad, Maddy. You might be a little surprised, but in the end, I think you'll be fine with the arrangement." I slipped on the silk bed robe which came only to just below my crotch and molded itself against my breasts, leaving little to the imagination. I ran my hand through the tangles of my head and glanced at a mirror. I looked like I'd just hopped out of bed after a night of intense lovemaking and might have went looking for my purse, but Zachary offered me his elbow and said, "You look lovely the way you are, Maddy."

We left our suite and I observed that there was a new man -- black of course, on station at the second floor desk. He smiled politely at me and Zachary and nodded and said, "Suite D...you timed it perfectly, I think."

Silently we moved down the room until we came to another door and opened it, entering another apartment much like the one we'd just been in. As the door closed behind us, I realized that there were already several occupants in the room and then I gasped as I processed what I was already seeing.

On a long sofa, a middle aged black man with just a hint of a paunch was having his erect penis sucked by a white woman who was lying on her side, one leg thrown up over the shoulder of a younger black man -- maybe Zachary's age or a little older who was slowly fucking her shaved cunt, his cock long and thick splaying wide apart her labia which were swollen and slick with arousal. When I gasped, the woman turned her gaze and tried to smile through a mouthful of black cock. My mother winked at me before returning her attention to the man she was orally pleasuring.

Zachary led me meekly to a seat opposite the carnal scene and pulled me close as we watched my husband's mother service and be served. Unashamedly, Clarice enthusiastically sucked that man's cock, lavishing it with care attention with her mouth and tongue. I gazed at her body with interest. My mother had taken care of herself and between her efforts and the best care money could buy, she looked nearly twenty years younger than her age of sixty-three.

The man fucking her turned and grinned. "I think Clarice likes being watched. Her pussy is gotten twice as hot and wet since y'all came in."

The older black man she was sucking on laughed and said, "Well, give it to her like she likes it, Hank. Fuck this white woman silly!"

Hank did just that, his pelvis shifting into high gear as he began to bang Clarice hard with his cock, their bodies slapping together wetly, allowing her pussy to make all sorts of lewd sucking noises as she tried to clasp his thrusting cock as he slipped in and out of her. My husband's mother made odd gobbling noises around the older man's black penis as she began to cum. Clarice looked at me with both confidence and bewildered delight as she began to quiver with pleasure, her leg draped over the young black man's shoulder kicking helplessly as she orgasmed. 




The Cameron Solution



He began to make grunting noises as he fucked my mother harder and then with a growl, he shoved his big black cock deep into her and his eyes closed as he began to come, his face a portrait of absolute pleasure.

Clarice's orgasm expanded as Hank filled her with his hot semen and she let out a scream as her lips slipped off the older man's cock, shouting, "YES! SHOVE THAT BIG BLACK COCK IN ME AND GIVE ME YOUR CU..." Her last words were cut off as suddenly the cock in her hand exploded with bursts of thick semen, splattering across her face, making her gasp and cough as a thick wad flew perfectly between her open lips.

I moaned as a little isolated orgasm of my own flowered between my legs, making me shiver as I pressed myself against Zachary. Never would I have imagined that I would ever be witness to my mother being pleasured by two black men, let alone seeing one of them cum in her face.

Both black men seemed to ejaculate for an eternity before finally they were spent. Hank pulled out of Clarice slowly, her pussy not wanting to release his long, black cock. I studied his cum covered penis, comparing it to Zachary's. I was positive that my black lover's cock was thicker, but I thought that Hank's was clearly longer which both boggled and aroused me.

When the older man stopped cumming, Clarice gave me an amused smile as semen dripped off her forehead, nose and chin. She unashamedly used fingers to scoop up blobs of sperm in places where her tongue could not reach and hungrily slurped them up. She looked up into the older man's face and grinned, "Delicious as usual, Samuel!"

He laughed and said, "A Cameron family trait, I reckon." Then he glanced over at me and said, "Madelyn, I am Samuel Cameron. It's a pleasure to finally meet you!"

Having scooped up most of the semen on her face, my mother sat up and smiled at me. "Well, darling, you look like you've enjoyed yourself today. You looked more relaxed than you have in years...or maybe I should say, you looked well fucked."

I giggled and replied, "Omigod, Clarice. I...you have no idea." I stopped and looked at my husband's mother, bracketed on either side by incredibly well hung black men. "Or, I reckon you do." I looked at Samuel and said, "Do you run 'The Cameron Solution', sir? This place is...wonderful!"

The older man stood up and walked over to me. He took my hand and kissed it in that gentlemanly, old fashioned way. "Thank you, Madelyn. I'm pleased you've enjoyed yourself so far." He glanced at Zachary and said, "I just knew my son would be to your liking."

I felt my mouth fall open in surprise. Zachary was his son? "Your...son, Zachary is...omigod, sir, he's an incredible lover!"

"Well, he was brought up right," replied Samuel. He has always known that he'll take over 'Cameron Solution' someday."

I was still stunned by this revelation and said, "Well, Mister Cameron, you raised him right." Embarrassed even as I spoke, "Zachary sure knows how to fuck and pleasure a woman!"

Clarice stood up, semen and her own juices glistening on her thighs as she sauntered over to us and placed a hand on Zachary's shoulder and said, "Well, Samuel shouldn't get all the credit. Zachary and I practiced quite a bit before he actually joined the company."

Zachary laughed and joined the conversation as he ran a hand up Clarice's leg. "That's true. I have to say I really enjoyed those practice sessions...Mother."

My head whipped around to stare at Zachary in complete shock. Then slowly, I turned back to gaze at my mother who grinned saucily at me and nodded as she replied, "Yes, Maddy. Zachary is my son...mine and Samuel's.

"Sure...surely not, Clarice," I replied in a whisper. "You couldn't have...what...how did David do?"

Clarice smiled evilly and said, "What could he do? He wasn't going to divorce me and embarrass the family. I quietly had Zachary and Samuel and his wife, Katrina raised him and I helped out whenever I could." She winked and said, "It's not like I'm the first Cameron wife to have a black child."

I felt my jaw drop open again, but before I could exclaim my disbelief, Samuel held up a hand and said, "Let's get this young lady a drink and let her have a moment to digest all this." He smiled at me and said, "It's been an earth-shaking day, eh, Madelyn?"

I nodded and then allowed him to take my hand and then walk me over to the bar, my legs very shaky as I tried to process everything. Midway there, I suddenly turned and looked at Zachary still sitting on the couch, a naked Clarice now beside him, her hand resting familiarly on his bare thigh. "You and he practiced," I said as the full import of her words hit me. "Omigod, Clarice! Zachary's your son and you...you fucked him!"

My mother slipped her hand into Zachary's lap and stroked his still semi-erect penis. "I told you that this place would be beyond your wildest expectations, dear!" She sat up a little straighter. "We're Cameron women, Maddy. There is nothing we dare not do!" Then she offered me a leering smile and said, "Besides, how could any woman resist such a splendid black cock!"

Samuel, trying to repress a grin, took me by the arm and poured me a stiff drink and then led me to the other couch. "Just take a moment, Madelyn," he said. "Remember, that we are way beyond normal here...just offering up what's basically a cuckolding service to frustrated wealthy white women and having been doing it here in the heart of the Old South for over a hundred years should demonstrate that we fear nothing...that there is no taboo too great to break."

He motioned for me to take a drink and then patted me on the knee in a display of sympathy. "Just relax a bit and let me tell you of our family's...your family's history, my dear. Maybe a little background will help you."

I nodded and tried to smile, but his penis caught my eye...every bit as thick as his son's and perhaps when angry, just as long. Despite all the shocking revelations of the past few minutes, there was still a part of me...the absolutely unrepentant and horny part of me that wanted nothing more than another round of hard fucking from a big, beautiful black cock.

Samuel set back and smiled at me, a knowing grin that seemed to read my thoughts. "I believe Clarice mentioned that this all began with our family's great, great, great matriarch, Valerie Cameron. She was husband to Lyle Cameron, owner of a huge plantation and over one hundred slaves prior to the war. Like many slave owners, Lyle availed himself of the more comely of his slave women and produced several children, including my great, great, great grandfather Malcolm."

The older black man sighed and said, "These so called black bastards were an offense to the wives of plantation owners and I suspect that if the Civil War had not broken out, Valerie would have pressured Lyle to sell his black son. As it was, Malcolm wound up keeping the plantation running during the war which saw Lyle absent and fighting for the Confederacy in Tennessee and Virginia for nearly four years.

"According to her diaries, Valerie Cameron despised Malcolm, but having already been bereft of um...Lyle's attentions as is the nature of white Cameron men, for several years after providing him an heir, Valerie developed an attraction for her slave foreman and well...by the time Lyle returned, badly wounded and bedridden, Malcolm and Valerie had become passionate lovers." Samuel winked at me and said, "It appears that Valerie Cameron derived great pleasure from violating the black-white taboo...that and his "fine African peter," as she would so delicately put it."

I shook my head in wonder as he continued. "Lyle died in 1871 and being discreet around his now teenaged son, Philip, Valerie and Malcolm continued their affair. In 1875, Valerie became pregnant by Malcolm and took an extended holiday in Europe with her personal servants, Malcolm and Betina and when they came home, why, Malcolm and Betina were the proud parents of a handsome black son by the name of Albert.

"With funding from Valerie, Albert and Malcolm started a general store in the black quarter of Atlanta in 1886." Samuel chuckled as he said, "They say that Valerie Cameron was a tightfisted store owner and that two and three times a week she traveled to the Cameron store to pour over his accounts to make sure that she wasn't being cheated. Of course, the only thing that got poured was a lot of black dick into Valerie's pussy.

"Now in time, Valerie would introduce her daughter, Joanna to the joys of black cock and upon Valerie's death in 1911, Joanna took over attending to the business of supervising what eventually became Cameron's Grocery in Black Atlanta. They say she was taking care of business almost every day. Joanna had her white sons and a black son by Albert and eventually she introduced her son's wife, Martha into what will eventually become the 'Cameron Solution.' Martha will have my grandfather Delbert and introduce her daughter in law, Cecilia to the family business and who will later give birth to my father Robert. Cecilia will bring my mother Annabelle into the situation who will give birth to me and Annabelle will..."

"Change my world forever," slipped in Clarice. "And Samuel and I fucked up a storm and have Zachary and now...here we are." I glanced over at my mother and saw that she was curled up against him, slowly stroking his erection.

"Each generation of Cameron wives produces the heirs for both white and black," I said wonderingly. Did anyone ever have more than one child with their black lovers?"

Clarice sighed and said, "No...we each offer an heir up...maybe to help atone for the sins of our husbands and their ancestors...maybe just because we liked the idea. Plus, in the end...although we love our children, both black and white...the Cameron Solution is really about fucking and although I love Samuel in a sense, I still love my husband as I'm sure you still love Daniel."

I nodded and said, "I understand that I think, but, Clarice...you and Zachary...he's your son. That's..."

She grinned evilly and nodded. "Incest? Yes, I know and I'll be honest, having my son's cock inside me is the best sex I've ever known...combining my love for black cock and to fuck someone I love without reservation."

I shivered and said, "Have all the Cameron women been incestuous with their black children then?"

Samuel laughed and said, "No, not all of them. Valerie and Joanna began the practice, but Martha and Cecilia found it a taboo they simply couldn't cross. Annabelle...my mother on the other hand, well, it was all she could do to keep her hands off me until I was of age to join the family business. Mother claimed my virginity in 1966."

"And I was the same way, Maddy," said Clarice. "I fucked my black stud of a son the day he turned eighteen. I love black men and their cocks, but Zachary is the best I've ever had." She glanced over at Samuel who was looking back at her with an amused and fond expression. "His daddy's a close second."

Hank, almost forgotten was sitting at the bar and made a good natured snort. In all the shocking revelations, I had nearly forgotten about the third naked black man in the room. Samuel turned and said, "Hank, bring me Madelyn's book, please.

Hank reached behind the bar and brought out a slim photo album and brought it over, handing it to Samuel before sitting down on my opposite side. A delicious tingle went through me as I realized it was me that was now bracketed by two naked, handsome and very well hung African Americans. Amidst all my shock, I was still very aroused.

Samuel gave me a serious stare and said, "Now to business. It was Martha who came up with the idea that we alter our business model. Now, Cameron's Grocery is still in the black side of the family's portfolio, but Martha and Delbert created the actual business, 'The Cameron Solution' as she realized that there were other women in her social circle that could benefit from the personal attention of some handsome young black men. Since then, we've grown and prospered, providing steady and pleasurable work for many black men."

The older black man glanced at the young man beside me. "Hank here for example is working his way through college...plans to get his MBA before he's through. Some men stay on and others leave to pursue other dreams. Currently, there are twenty-seven gentlemen providing pleasure for some of Atlanta's more prominent white ladies."

He set the book down on the table and opened it up to the front page to show me a computer printout. "Madelyn, our service isn't cheap, but as you've already discovered, it's worth every penny."

I studied the printout and saw the yearly fee for utilizing 'The Cameron Solution' and let out a low whistle. "My goodness," I said in a faint voice, clearly shocked. "That, sir, is quite a sum of money."

Samuel nodded and said, "And for that, you have 24/7/365 access to 'The Cameron Solution. You could spend every waking moment of the year getting fucked by black cock and the fee doesn't change one iota."

Clarice added, "And it will be billed to Daniel's personal account at Cameron Enterprises...a little icing on the cake."

I looked up at my mother in surprise. "But, then he'll know about it!"

My husband's mother grinned viciously at me. "Absolutely, darling, and he won't say a word just as David has never protested. If our husbands won't satisfy us, we will find it elsewhere, discretely and without scandal. The family name is preserved, as is our families." Clarice licked her lips and winked. "And if Daniel is like his father, it might actually serve as a stimulus...at least occasionally."

I was dropping my jaw and gawping so much, I was a bit concerned it was going to become a habit. "David knows? David knows you're getting fucked regularly by black men and...approves?"

Everyone chuckled at my amazement. "Yes, as did his father and his father before him. I think in the end, they're relieved that our needs are being met and at least for David, the thought of being cuckolded by big black studs has been a turn-on.

"At your request, um...video can be provided at no additional cost," said Samuel. Many of our clients' husbands enjoy watching their wives being serviced by us. Some even ask to observe in person."

I felt a gush of pussy juice splash on my thighs as the very thought of Daniel watching me being fucked by Zachary, triggered a little orgasm. I took several deep breaths before I asked my next question. "Um, is having a child by Zachary a requirement?" 

Samuel shook his head and replied, "No, not at all, although it is of course tradition. I'm confident that Zachary would have other sons who will take over the business someday. The choice is yours...." He paused and then said in a very confident, almost commanding tone, "But, it has been my experience that sooner or later, your desire for black cock will lead to more...a desire to have a black man's baby. It is, if nothing else, the ultimate submission to a black lover." He reached out and stroked my face with a single finger. "Imagine it, Madelyn, Zachary's child...a black child in your belly. I bet it makes you wet just thinking about it."

I tried to answer, but only managed a squeaky moan as again a little orgasm exploded between my thighs. Everyone laughed and then Samuel said, "I'll take that as a yes." After I nodded vigorously, Samuel flipped pages in the book. Here is our current roster. You can call ahead and request a particular man or just show up and choose from what's currently available."

My eyes grew wide and I said, "Oh my," as I gazed down at glossy photographs of many handsome and naked black men. All were well hung, although not all were as large as Zachary and his father. Some were young men, others were more mature and I resolved immediately to have them all...many, many times. I paused and studied a photograph of the young man I'd met downstairs...Stephen. He was slender with a wiry build and between his legs was a magnificent specimen of long, black cock.

Samuel offered me his hand and brought me to my feet. "Welcome to 'The Cameron Solution,' Madelyn," he said and then he kissed me, his tongue rolling over my lips until I opened my mouth so it could find my tongue and begin a dance with it. I felt weak in my knees and he sensed it, his hands strong and firm around my upper arms. I sighed happily into his mouth and closed my eyes and just enjoyed his kiss.

I opened them quickly went I felt a thick fleshy pole press into my inner thigh and slowly slip upwards to brush against my spread wide labia. "Oh my," I said with wonder in my strongest Alabama white girl accent." I realized suddenly that I was naked, Samuel having undone my robe while we were kissing and slipped it off my shoulders.

"If my son hasn't worn you out, Madelyn, I would love to give you a more personal welcome to 'The Cameron Solution."

I could feel my heart begin to beat faster in anticipation of violating my marriage vows for the second time today and again with a handsome black man with a huge cock. As Samuel's hands cupped and squeezed my breasts, I panted, "Oh yes, I'd love that!"

We began to kiss again as my fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking it and running the thick head up and down between my cum smeared labia while his hands touched me all over, stroking and squeezing, massaging and pinching until I was trembling with need.

He slowly backed me up and down onto the couch -- the cushions more than wide enough to accommodate us. Samuel took my left leg and brought it up over his shoulder as he carefully maneuvered himself between my legs. I suddenly remembered that we weren't alone and glanced across the room to the other couch, moaning as I saw my mother slowly impaling herself on Zachary's erect penis...slowly working his massive dick into her wet pussy. She was mounting him on what I learned is called a 'reverse cowgirl' position so we could watch each other fuck our respective black men.

I don't know what seemed more wonderfully lewd to me...the fact that my husband's mother and I were cuckolding our husbands together with black men or the fact that Clarice was fucking her own son.

My attention was drawn away from Zachary and Clarice as I felt Samuel's big, long cock begin to slowly force its way into my already well fucked pussy. I flung my head back on the cushioned arm of the couch and snarled, "Yessss! I love big black dick!"

Samuel snarled in turn, "Then you're really gonna love my big black cock, Madelyn," and he rammed himself brutally into me, spreading me open with his cock. I screamed with pleasure and some pain, thankful that Zachary had already fucked me or I'm sure I'd have thought that his father would tear me apart. My cunt muscles began to spasm in response to the invasion of so much cock meat, both trying to resist and clung to the thick black penis plunging inside me. "That's surely some sweet, white pussy, girl," Samuel groaned as he steadily buried himself inside me.

I let out a sob as I felt his balls slap against my ass and his pubic hair brushing my flesh as he got all his cock inside me. "Oh my fucking God!" I moaned as I wriggled beneath the older black man. Pleasure so intense it was almost painful wracked my body as I raised my right leg up off the floor and wrapped it around Samuel's butt, my body instinctively trying to keep his massive dick inside me.

Words escaped me as Samuel began to slowly fuck me, sliding his long cock almost half way out of my pussy and then thrusting back into me. My orgasm was immediate and intense, my body alighting with the flames of pure carnal pleasure as I rolled my hips in time to the black man's thrusts. My world quickly shrank to just me and my pleasure wracked body and Samuel, who it was clear was taking me to new heights of ecstasy with his long years of experience at pleasuring a woman.




The Cameron Solution



Between the wet slapping sounds of our bodies coming together, I could hear other sounds of pleasure and managed to turn my head to witness Clarice bouncing on Zachary's lap, his cock wedged tightly in her pussy. My mother was the very epitome of carnal ecstasy with her face slack-jawed with sexual joy, fingers clawing at her mouth while the other hand was busy pinching her own swollen nipples. She babbled nonsense, unable to form even basic words, so intense was her pleasure.

Samuel suddenly rolled his hips a different way and it was my turn to babble as his huge cock scraped along new pressure points in my pussy and threw more fuel on the fire of my gasoline. He chuckled and leaned in and nipped at my blood engorged nipples for a minute before his tongue ran up between my breasts, lapping up fuck sweat until he was kissing me. I could smell pussy...mine and Clarice's as well as the man smell that Samuel and Zachary were emitting...a musky scent mixed with their sweat that made me even more aroused.

Suddenly Samuel broke the kiss and looked around. "Hank, what're you doing, just sitting there at the bar?" he said in a teasing tone. "Get on over here. Didn't you think Madelyn here might like to suck your cock?"

"YESSSSS!" I moaned, astounded at the lust I could hear in my husky voice. "I want to suck that long, black snake!"

Then the young black man was standing over me, his cock hard and waving in the air. Hank took it in hand and brushed it over my face, painting precum and his and Clarice's leavings over my skin. I tilted my head back a little more and stuck out my tongue, quivering with delight when he allowed me to roll my tongue over his fleshy, swollen knob. I could taste sperm and to my amazement, my mother's cunt...another first for me.

My head was swimming with excitement and desire as I managed to gasp, "Let me suck you, please!"

Hank laughed and said in a mocking street tone, "I always aims to please my white bitches. Suck on this, you black cock slut!" He guided his long, black penis between my lips and I began to lick and suck for all I was worth. As Samuel fucked me steadily, never easing up and allowing my orgasm to wane, Hank patiently fucked my face with his cock, letting me get his penis slick and wet with my saliva after I had cleaned him of his earlier adventures with Clarice.

I felt his hands on my head and he tilted my head back slightly and then said, "Let's see how much black dick you can swallow!" and then he slowly began to thrust into my mouth. I gulped and choked as I felt the thick head of his cock push into my gullet, worming its way down my throat. Air whistled shrilly through my nostrils as I felt inch after inch of cock slip past my lips. I realized with some shock and a little fear that I'd never taken a man so deep into my throat and I wondered if he was going to ram all of that long cock down my windpipe.

"Damn, girl....suck my dick," Hank said in a pleased tone. "Samuel, I bet this white bitch has got ten inches of cock in her mouth!" Samuel chuckled, panting as he fucked me while I gulped and made gobbling noises, wondering if I was going to choke to death on a monster black cock.

Just as I didn't think I could last another second, Hank eased up, slowly withdrawing his cock between my still clamped tight lips until I was coughing and gasping for air. "Maddy," Hank purred. "Your mouth felt like teenage pussy, your throat squeezing itself around my dick. You get a gold star for sucking dick!"

After I took a few deep breaths of sweet air and rode out another intense wave of sweet pleasure from Samuel's never tiring cock, I looked up into Hank's eyes and wheezed, "More, baby...I want more of your black cock!"

He laughed and we repeated my deep-throating effort, me determined to get even more of him inside me even as I nearly convulsed, my body filled so deeply by both cocks...the pleasure and intensity so incredible as my pussy tried to tighten around Samuel's erection and I gagged while Hank shoved nearly eleven inches of hard, black penis into my mouth.

I rode the wave of ecstasy, reveling in becoming for the moment the complete white whore for the two black men, submitting to their cocks' abuse of my body, constantly in a state of incredible orgasm that was more intense than I could ever have imagined.

My state of carnal heaven was pierced only by the sudden shrieks of my mother as I watched her thrashing about, impaled on her son's cock as Zachary began to cum, ejaculating yet another huge load into his white mother's pussy. Her eyes were glazed with utter and complete ecstasy as the young black man filled her with his seed. Their mutual orgasms spurred Samuel on and he began to fuck me harder, his face growing intense as he approached his own climax.

Then Hank began humping my face quickly and brutally, suddenly withdrawing his cock from my mouth and then in an explosion of hot semen, showering my face with his thick, sweet jism. "Oh yes," groaned Samuel as he hammered his cock home, sinking as deep as his son had gone inside my womb and filling me with more sperm, making me feel as if I engorged with black men's semen.

My pleasure escalated and became something else...something so intense and beautiful I wasn't sure my body could contain it. I began to sob with joy as again orgasmic delight overwhelmed me and consumed me until everything faded except the ecstasy that enveloped me...so wonderful and heavenly, I could only surrender myself to it and drown happily in its embrace.

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I awoke feeling tired and wonderful and rejuvenated. Even before my eyes opened, I could feel a warm, soft body snuggled up against me. The body moved, wiggling to get even closer and I felt thick, rubbery nubs scrape against my breast even as I became aware of a pillow of soft flesh against me. I opened my eyes to see my mother's dark, gray streaked hair on my shoulder, one arm thrown across my waist and one shapely leg draped over my thigh. Her bald cunt, still wet and no doubt leaking Zachary's semen felt warm and delicious against my hip.

I shifted slightly and Clarice lifted her head, eyes sleepy but pleased. "Hi, Maddy," she said softly.

"Hi, Clarice," I murmured back. I looked around. The room appeared to be identical to the bedroom where Zachary had fucked me so magnificently earlier. "How'd we get here?"

"I think Samuel and our son carried us into here to rest. I could barely move after having Zachary and you...well, darling daughter, you were out like a light. I have never seen someone cum as hard as you did with Samuel."

Memories of my last conscious moments flashed through my head. I shivered with delight at the merest hint of being fucked so well. I brought a hand to my face and felt the stickiness there. I held my hand out to see the remains of Hank's semen, but Clarice seized my hand and boldly licked my fingers clean. She rose up, her arms on either side of me and her breasts rubbing against mine as she said, "Please, dear Maddy, allow me."

Still weak from being fucked so well, I couldn't even protest as I lay there stunned as my mother began licking my face clean of the young black man's sperm smeared on my face. Her actions were surprise enough, but I was astonished at how much I enjoyed the touch of her tongue and the feel of her soft body against mine.

Clarice brought her mouth to mine and I instinctively opened my lips to receive her sperm laden tongue and our tongues danced and shared the cool remains of Hank's long and lovely cock. Hands began to wander about, stroking each other's bodies, caressing and hefting breasts until we finally broke the kiss, a streamer of spit and cum suspended between our lips until my mother snapped and ate it up, licking her lips and looking down at me obviously pleased with herself.

"You know," she began. "'The Cameron Solution' is also a wonderful place for you and me to become closer." She kissed me again even as I felt her hand slip down between my thighs, fingers finding my still open labia and sliding inside me to stir the semen of Samuel and Zachary deposited inside. "I would very much enjoy getting to know my daughter on such a more intimate level."

She removed her hand from my well fucked cunt and brought it up to her mouth to lick my juices off while I could only whisper, "I'd love that."

Clarice kissed me again, long and slow, sharing her mouthful of semen and pussy cream with me before finally rising off me and glancing wryly at a clock on the wall. "Alas, I have an appointment this evening I cannot get out of."

Teasingly, she slipped from my grasp, me holding out my arms to her, anxious to see what new depredations I could discover. "Clarice...Mother Cameron," I began, aching for her continued embrace.

She shook her head and sighed. "Family duty calls, darling." She stuck her tongue out at me and said, "However, I am sure I can clear my entire schedule for tomorrow." In her best sugary Georgia peach accent, she said, "I propose that you and I spend the entire day tomorrow being pleasured by our lovely black men and exploring the love that dare not speak it's name."

I giggled and replied as I climbed out of bed after her, "I don't care what it's called so long as I get to try and eat your pussy for the first time!'

Clarice came into my arms and before we kissed, said, "It's a date, daughter." After our tongues dueled while we caressed each other for a long, delicious minute, my mother-in-law licked her lips and then whispered, "I can't wait to get you into a sixty-nine, Maddy and eat several loads of my black son's sperm out of your pussy!"

With her words echoing in my ears, I pulled myself together to go home, astounded to see that I'd fucked and slept the day away. Clarice assured me that Daniel would not be terribly shocked to learn I had finally visited 'The Cameron Solution,' as it was, "As much a part of our family as anything else. It is tradition and our family adores tradition."

Before we left, Zachary came to us with two DVD discs. "It's a bit rough...not a lot of time for polishing it, but I think it will serve." He kissed me after saying, "The camera really loves you, Maddy...especially when you've got a big black cock inside you."

"I suspect Daniel might enjoy seeing your first time with a black man, dear," Clarice said, tucking her copy away in her purse. "Lord knows that David could barely keep his hands off me or his dick out of me for weeks after I started cuckolding him." She grinned as she prepared to exit the business and added, "Not that I could hardly feel him after Samuel's wonderful pole in me had taught me what a real man feels like."

I watched her leave with Zachary's arm around my shoulders. He finally turned me to face him and said, "I'll be waiting for you tomorrow, Maddy."

"Me too!" I gushed, feeling like a silly school girl in the thrall of her first serious crush. "I love how you make me feel -- how you feel inside me."

Zachary grinned and replied, "I like how I feel inside you too, white girl. My cock loves your pussy." He leaned in and whispered, "Now, whatever you use for contraception, you just toss it away. I want my black son in your belly as soon as possible!"  

His hand rubbed my belly for emphasis while I replied, amazed at the truth in my reply, "I want that too, Zachary. I want your baby inside me right now!" I kissed him, standing on tiptoe as he leaned down, our tongues eager and playful and as sore as I felt, I wanted to let him take me right there on the lobby floor and make me pregnant.

Finally, the kiss ended and Zachary licked his lips as he grinned down at me and said, "Damn, Maddy. We're going to have fun getting it done!" He spun me around and slapped me playfully on the ass to send me out the door. I walked back to my car, not caring if I drew stares as I walked exactly like a woman should when she's been very well fucked.

As I drove home, I marveled at how my life had changed since Clarice had given me that simple card. It was hard to believe it had been only a little over twenty-four hours. Once in a while, I would glance in the mirror and I knew that on the surface, nothing had changed...I looked just as I had when I'd left the house this morning, except for perhaps the fire in my eyes that betrayed the passion coursing through my veins.

But despite surface appearances, I knew that I was from head to toe a new woman -- one now completely devoted to my new passion. My husband's puny white cock would no longer suffice, even if he did show me more attention. For the rest of my life I would be devoted to black cock...to the lovely men who possessed those magical tools between their legs and the pleasure that they offered. I would dedicate myself to being a black cock slut until the day I died. 

I had awoken up this morning, despairing of the loveless life that I had, but now I couldn't be happier. As I steered my car toward home with one hand, my free hand was between my legs, delving into my well fucked cunt, swirling around the semen of two wonderful black men who had offered me the solution to all my woes...'The Cameron Solution.' As I drove home, my thoughts on Zachary and Samuel and all the lovely black cocks I had yet to experience, I realized I had never been happier.

The End