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.