Although, my name is at the top of the page is not real but the story I am about to relate, actually happened to me this summer. I am a 38-year old woman, married with two kids, Kevin, 19 and Lory, who is 18. This last summer, Lory and I were going to go to the second half of our church's summer camp in the upper Adirondack Mountains for a week. I was going as a part time counselor and all around chaperone, since the camp consisted of both boys and girls from different areas of the state. I had taken the week as vacation from my job and was excited about going, just to get out of the house for a week. The thought of being at a summer camp brought back good memories of when I was a young girl and had attended this same camp for two summers. I was really looking forward to it, and so was Lory. That is until two days before we were supposed to leave, she came down with chicken pox of all things. Well on the doctors advice, I called the woman in charge at the church who was running the camp to explain that we wouldn't be attending. She was very upset and begged me to come and still be a counselor, since two others had already cancelled at the last minute and they would have to cancel the last session if one more parent didn't show. After a lot of discus- sion with my family, it was decided that I would still go and help out. One of the other women at the church that I knew was there for the first session and she had agreed to Cuckold Wimp Kaycee Dean Ruth Blackwell Black Cock Suckers Lori was an intensly desirable girl who at the ripe old age of twenty-six found herself locked in a failing marriage with a man who was going on thirty-six and still 'hung up' on a previous relationship. She had hooked up with Dwain just after she got out of high-school and now, five years later, she wondered what she was thinking when she agreed to marry the man. They had almost nothing in common except the sex. And now, for the past year, even that had dried up. He hadn't even touched her in over three months and she was beginning to think that there must be something wrong with her. He seemed to have plenty of time for his eighteen year old daughter from his first marriage, driving a hundred and fifty miles every weekend to visit her at the boarding school she attended - but when it came to his own wife, he was either too busy or too tired to pay much attention. Lori worked as a secretary for a large industrial firm. There wasn't a lot of work to do that day and she sat at her computer terminal gazing out the window at the clear blue sky of a June day. She was looking forward to her lunch date with Jo Ann, another secretary from an office down the hall. She had met her on one of the rare occasions that her husband had decided to take her out. There was a bartending job opening up at a popular disco by the marina and he was supposed to meet someone there to see about the position. His unemployment had run out and he was getting desparate to find something and since she had been complaining about never getting to go out, he had decided to roll both of these unpleasant chores up into one package and take care of them at the same time. She remembered how excited she was at the prospect of actually getting to go dancing and having a little fun. She had bought a white cotton jump suit and a new pair of white sandles with little silver buckles just for this occasion. Her dark hair hung down to her thin waist and she had washed and blow dried it and brushed it into a sheen. She had put on a light blue eye-shadow and a matching shade of mascara to accentuate her deep blue eyes and dabbed just a touch of a sweet smelling perfume onto her slim neck. When they arrived at the club she heard the loud pounding music from the parking lot and her feet were already moving to the rhythm as they walked through the door. They found a table and ordered some drinks and she asked her husband if he would like to get out on the floor with her before the drinks came. To her chagrin, he shrugged her off and told her that that wasn't what they had come for. His mood was growing fouler every minute as it became clear that the guy he was supposed to meet about the job wasn't going to show. They had been sitting there for half an hour, sipping on the same drinks when a young woman approached them,introduced her self as Jo Ann Lyons and asked them, in what sounded to be an English accent, if she might join them for a minute. She sat down between them and after the song that was playing had ended and before the next one began she asked if anyone would care to dance. Lori remembered how her husband declined but said, jokingly and gesturing toward herself, that the one who wanted to do some dancing was sitting on the other side of her. She remembered thinking how at this point she wouldn't really mind dancing with another girl when the young woman turned to Dwain and asked him if he wouldn't mind, then, if his wife danced with her boyfriend's buddy. He had come along with them and was beginning to feel like a fifth wheel, she explained. Dwain was kind of stuck there. He had already given permission for his wife to dance with somebody and he really couldn't take it back just because her partner would be male - not without losing face anyway. So Jo Ann led her across the room where two men were sitting and introduced them to each other. Lori remembered how shocked she was when the two men turned out to be black. She remembered how she looked over to where Dwain was sitting as she walked to the dance floor with her new partner and how she would never forget the look on her husband's face as he watched her dancing with the tall man to the up-beat tune that poured with a deafening roar from the big speakers that went all around the walls. They weren't even touching each other but she knew that her husband was probably getting jealous as hell. After a couple of fast numbers a slow song came on. She remembered the little moment of awkwardness as the tall black man and she looked at each other before he took her in his long arms and they began to sway to the music. As the song went on he held her a little closer as they began to feel more comfortable with each other. The song seemed to go on forever but when it finally ended, they released their embrace and she looked around to where her husband was sitting but all she saw was the waitress clearing the table off. Dwain was nowhere to be seen. She accompanied the man back to the table where Jo Ann and her boyfriend were sitting and told them that she'd love to stay and dance some more but that she thought she was probably in big trouble and had to leave. Everyone was disappointed and they begged her to stay but she told them that she really had to go. Before she left them, Jo Ann gave her her telephone number and told her to 'ring her up ' sometime. Lori remembered how charming she thought that was and remembered thinking how nice it would be Interracial Sex Chat Kaycee Dean Ruth Blackwell Kaycee Dean at RuthBlackwell.com Interrcial action. Mine actually slowed since I was so preoccupied by my own climax. I came like I hadn't in years, it was a cum that was earth shattering. My juices flowed on to Jill's hand like a flood. I finally stopped cumming and began to catch my breath. Jill kissed me on the lips and then bent forward and took each of my stiff nipples into her mouth and briefly sucked them. Then all of a sudden Jill grabbed my arm and began thrusting her hips towards my hand, because I still had my finger in her love hole. "Do me Linda, I need to cum like you did PLEASE!" "OH GOD!" My finger contacted her little nub. I fingered fucked her rapidly and she began gasping for breath, and took her left nipple in my mouth. That did it, she began to cum. "OHHHHHHHH bite my nipple. God I'm cumming." Her fluid gushed around my invading digits as she grabbed my hips to steady herself. I continued sucking her hard nipples as she recovered. We rinsed off and went back to our sleeping quarters, all the while making plans to sneak over and spying on the girls. It was very dark out as we got to the small window and peered in. Nancy, one of the girls, was laying in the bottom bunk by the hole. The rag had been removed and was on the floor. The other three girls were all sit- ting Indian style around the head of the lower bunk. I quietly took a peek around the corner to see if any- one was there. I couldn't see anyone, but as I looked over towards Big Tits Black Dick Kaycee Dean Ruth Blackwell Dog Fart his cock just kept spurting and spurting. Jill managed to pull it from me and she took the remainder of his sperm into her mouth. As I watched her throat bob as she swallowed, I was in awe at the amount she must be getting! I finally dropped back on the bunk, exhausted from all the action. We finally left the barracks and went to the showers together, where we all fucked and sucked again before calling it a night. I just could not get enough of Eddy's black penis, no matter what I did. ** You can bet that next year, Jill and I will be at the camp again! But in the mean time, I still get Eddy's cock and John's whenever my husband is gone and they can fit it in around their wives. Sometimes I'll just meet Eddy for lunch, since his office is pretty close to mine, lunch consists of me sucking him off in his car in a parking lot! And believe me it fills me up! I have been able to loose 7 Lbs. by having a hot sperm lunch! I LOVE IT!!!!!! I have even gone so far as jerk him off into a con- tainer, to get an idea of how much he shoots. When he has not fucked his wife for about 4 or 5 days, he can provide 3 ounces of sperm. (I used liquor shot glasses as a measure). My husband supplies only about a half ounce or so. It's such a treat to take Eddy's load and drink him down. We rarely fuck anymore, due to my obsession with drinking his sperm. But he doesn't mind! YOU WOULDN'T WOULD YOU????