Monday, September 26, 2016

The Unwanted Houseguest Remastered "Update"

The Unwanted House Guest Remastered
Copyright 2016 by Stormbringer



Chapter 1: Poker on Christmas Day


Beth slammed the beer down in front of her husband, David with a hard thud. She slid the other can over towards the giant black man.

“What?” asked Titus, smirking. “You ain't gonna open it?”

“Open it yourself,” she replied.

Titus laid his cards on the table face down before reaching over for the beer and popping the tab. “You need to train your woman better, bro.”

David's cheeks turned redder then they already were. He'd drunk a little too much and that always made his face flush. He also hated when the giant black man reminded him they were brothers though it was technically true. David's mother had been seduced by Augustus Cetewayo during a family vacation to Jamaica when David was five. The affair had destroyed David's parents marriage nine months later when Titus was born and David's mother, Mary confessed everything. David didn't talk about it, but once when he was drunk, David confessed to a vivid memory of Augustus first appearing nude walking down the beach, approaching Joe and Mary in a friendly manner and offering them a ride on his boat.
David had once mentioned “Gus” Cetewayo arriving soon after the baby was born and insisting that he be named Titus Cetewayo even after Mary had already named him Steve. Gus only stuck around for a few days, but David vividly recalled hearing his mom screaming from the bedroom dozens of times over those few days. Then Gus left and never came back though afterwards his mom had a series of black boyfriends staying over at his home every weekend.

Beth stared at her husband waiting for him to stand up for her, but she should have known better. Apparently Titus had bullied David during their teen years, even six years younger then David, the boy had been large for his age and had started pushing David around the year he turned eleven. Joining the marines when he turned eighteen had made him even bigger and more intimidating. “Women aren't trained by their husband's jerk, we are equal partners in a marriage.”

“It is a woman's nature to be submissive to a male.” Titus sat back and drained his beer. “Real males anyway. Didn't the lingerie make you feel sexy and feminine?”

Beth froze as she was about to retort. She turned on David. “You told him?” David chugged a large gulp of beer and didn't answer. “I'll never wear anything that objectifies women like that,” she lied. She'd hated her husband's Christmas gift, but when she saw the hopeful look in his eyes, she'd agreed to model it for him tonight on Christmas. That was one of the many reasons she was pissed off. They should have been in bed a long time ago, but now Titus had insisted playing cards with David and downing a few beers. “You should have known better,” she told her husband.

“I did...” said David.

“I talked him into it,” said Titus. “It looked sexy as fuck on the mannequin and I thought it would look damn sexy on you.”

Beth practically choked, her hate filled eyes staring at Titus. He was the real reason she was pissed off tonight and in a pissy mood in general over then last month. There was absolutely nothing good about Titus Cetewayo. The black man was a hulking brute at 6'6” and built like a heavyweight boxer. He towered over David's 5'6”. His face was hard, clean shaven, his hair a military looking flat top. He wasn't handsome, his face craggy and rugged with very African features, including a broad flat nose and thick lips. He'd inherited nothing that she could see from his white mother except maybe lighter skin, Gus had apparently been very African black. He was a chauvinist and a pig. He expected her to wait on him, do his laundry, cook his dinner. He had no modesty and walked around their house in tight fitting jockey shorts that bulged out so obscenely in the front, she was convinced he stuffed socks down in there to impress her. He also was fond of leaving the bathroom door open when he showered or peed, but Beth always looked the other way if she had to walk past. Worse, he was a bad influence on David, insisting they drink beer daily and in the month since Titus had shown up at their house uninvited, she swore David's paunch had grown larger. Now, Titus had talked him into playing cards for money and a good chunk of their mortgage payment was sitting in the pot.

Beth had never met Titus until a month ago. David didn't even keep pictures of him around. David and Beth had married two years ago after their pastor had introduced them at church. David had been so awed by the beautiful woman before him that he'd stuttered trying to talk to her. Beth had long curly brown hair that fell down as far as the nipples on her rather oversize breasts for such a thin framed woman. Her hips flared out and her rear was plump and firm. The day they met, she wore a conservative blue dress that stopped just under her knees. She let him stare, she was used to it from men. That day and most days, her body always looked like it wanted to burst free from her clothing. She was a conservative intellectual at heart, but she had the body of a stripper. She resented male attention, but there was a part of her that liked having a killer figure. She dismissed the awkward young man at first.

David couldn't believe she was single at 25. The truth was that she was hard to date and most men left when they realized she wasn't going to put out for them and had no intentions of having sex until married. David pursued her, but took his time and went slow. She finally agreed to go on a date, David was cute and awkwardly charming. He took their relationship slow too, which was fine with her as she was busy taking women's studies in college and they could only see each other every other weekend. They had been dating a year when she found out he had a brother. Mary rolled her eyes and explained that Titus was the black sheep of the family. Beth was a big believer in family and insisted they invite Titus to their wedding. He never RSVP'd, but Mary explained his unit was in deep shit somewhere in the middle east. Their wedding got off without a hitch and soon she became Mrs. Beth Shorthose.

David and Beth's marriage got off to a slightly rocky start. They didn't consummate their marriage on their weeding night. David's penis was an angry red five inches long and so swollen, it looked like it might pop and pop it did the second she reached down to touch it, filling the palm of her hand with a teaspoon of semen. She was forgiving and they were young, David was ready to try again within the hour, but it popped again the moment he saw her completely nude. Beth tried not to laugh watching his penis twitch up and down as more semen spewed from the end. She stayed nude to let him get used to seeing her body until they made a third attempt, but David only managed to push the tip of his penis between the folds of her womanhood when he blew again. He apologized, acting surprised by how hot her vagina had felt pushing it in. Beth finally lost her virginity early the next morning, when she climbed on top of him and lowered herself over his penis in the dark. He broke her hymen, ejaculating almost immediately, but the deed was done. She kept bouncing in his lap, feeling his penis reverse and shortly he was grunting and cumming again only she couldn't feel him squirting within her, but his penis did quickly grow limp. They rode down to Key West for their honeymoon. David continued ejaculating too quickly and Beth responded by making him go down on her for long periods of time. By the end of the week, David was skilled at licking her and lasting longer. Beth actually started feeling pleasure from the act and had a few small orgasms.

Mary called them a little over a month ago and said that Titus had shown up on her doorstep suddenly out of the blue. He had his military duffle bag and little else. She told Beth, that Titus was out buying a motorcycle and planned on traveling the country. On of the things Titus had expressed the most interest in was reconnecting with his brother. Mary said he talked about it all the time and was fascinated with their wedding and honeymoon pictures that Mary kept on her mantle. Beth knew the pictures she'd sent her mother-in-law, David in his tuxedo holding Beth's hands as they stared into each others eyes on their wedding. The honeymoon picture, they'd had a tourist take for them at Fort Jefferson in the Dry Tortugas. David was in his bathing suit and Beth in a modest bikini holding each other as they stood on the seawall surrounding the Civil War era fort with the light blue gulf waters behind them.

A few days later, Beth heard a motorcycle pull up in their driveway and went out to greet her brother-in-law. She stumbled when the man took off his helmet and she saw the black face. He grinned and hugged her tightly to a chest as broad and as hard as a brick wall. Her mind kept telling her something was wrong, David didn't even like black people, hated them even and she was inclined to agree with him most of the time at least where black males were concerned as black men were horrible oppressors of black women. Her husband got home and was as shocked to see Titus as she had been. They were both shocked when Titus asked to stay with them a few days, but David relented and offered him the use of the spare bedroom. After a week living with one, Beth liked black males even less and after David got drunk with Titus one night, confessing about Mary's encounter with Gus, she started to hate black men especially Gus and Titus Cetewayo. A few days, had turned to a month and Beth wanted nothing more then for Titus to leave on the road trip the obnoxious black man was always talking about. Now, Titus was indicating he would be with them all winter while he earned some money for his trip bartending at a big Miami club, but he did offer to help with the bills. This was good as while David did alright as an accountant, woman's studies hadn't opened up a lot of career opportunities and Beth was forced to wait tables until something better came along.

Life with Titus wasn't all bad. He didn't even stay there most nights and Beth assumed he had a girlfriend. That worried her a little because if he fell in love with her, he might want to stay longer.
When he didn't stay out all night, Titus borrowed David's adult movie collection and most nights she could hear Titus grunting to the moans coming from the TV in his room. She objected to pornography for it's treatment of women, objectifying them as sex objects, but David had bought them in an attempt to spice up their sex life and not for self gratification. She'd watched disgusted for an hour until a new man appeared on the screen, some big breasted blonde with fake tits and a lot of work done to her face, pulled his pants down and started sucking on what soon grew into a seven inch penis, longer and thicker then David's. All the men had been bigger then her husband, but this actor was impressive. She stared raptly at it, mouth slightly agape, aware her breathing had grown heavy. The man ejaculated on the woman's breasts and outstretched tongue. Beth stood. “I'm never putting your thing in my mouth,” she reminded him before marching off to bed. David came up later, mounting her, and finding her wet and ready for him.

Several nights after borrowing the DVDs, Titus had returned them in disgust. Beth insisted David throw them away once and for all and he did as she asked. Titus came home the next night with some new titles, all featuring black men with “the biggest blackest cocks” and white or Asian women “taking the biggest blackest cocks”. Titus insisted they watch a movie together, but Beth refused. David lasted an hour downstairs with his half brother before climbing quietly into bed beside her. She reached down for his penis, but he was limp as a noodle. Beth was horny and a little disappointed, but also proud that her husband was no longer turned on by that crap. She laid in bed a little frustrated, hearing Titus come up to his room and for the next hour she listened to women screaming in pleasure as they cried “fuck me with that big black cock”.

**********

“Raise ya another fifty,” said Titus, grinning cockily.

Beth came out of the kitchen with some more beer, bottles this time. “I think this is getting out of hand and you both should quit.” She stared at the pot. There had to be over $500 dollars there. They'd be late on their mortgage if David lost the hand. She moved around to look at David's hand. She forced herself to keep a straight face when she saw the four sevens in his hand. It didn't look like David would lose this hand, but then if Titus lost, he might end up staying with them even longer while he tried to earn more money. “I don't have enough,” said David looking from his cards to the pot to Titus' grinning face.

“Well then,” said Titus triumphantly, “”I guess the pot is mine.”

“WAIT!” cried David as Titus reached for the money. “Maybe I can offer you something else?”

“Whatcha offering?”

David asked, “What do I have that you want?”

Titus' eyes narrowed and his face turned serious. This was the kind of black man, a white couple would cross the street to avoid. His eyes turned on Beth. “I want a blow job from that hot wife of yours.” David stared in shock at his half brother, hearing Beth gasp and the sound of both beer bottles hitting the floor, one shattering.

“You filthy pervert,” she hissed at the black man before turning away. She came back with some paper towels and a broom to clean the mess up. She had to put up with this shit every day at the restaurant and here she was cleaning up a mess in her own home.

“I can't do that, Titus,” said David. “She's not mine to bet with and besides, that would be adultery and that's a sin.”

“Bull shit!” stated Titus. “Everyone knows a blow job ain't adultery. “But I'll make ya a deal. You win, you keep the money. If I win, I keep half the money and Beth only has to jerk me off.”

“No way, Titus,” said David.

“Hold on,” said Beth over his shoulder, staring at the four-of-a-kind in his hand. “We'll take that deal.”

David turned on his wife. “No way honey. You're not going anywhere near that thing.”

“In the kitchen, NOW,” ordered Beth, wondering what he was talking about. David followed and tried to talk her out of it saying they both could work overtime. She told him they couldn't afford to lose the money and besides, she was confident he had the best hand. “What did you mean when you called it a thing?” she asked before they started heading back to Titus.

David froze, his flushed cheeks losing color until he went pale. He remembered Titus catching him masturbating and laughing at his penis before whipping out his big black cock. It took David a month to get an erection after seeing “that thing”. He recalled taking showers after Titus and the glass door being covered in a thick white goo from the black boy's constant jerking off. Titus' room would stink of semen, his trash filled with crusty tissues. When David came home from college, he'd heard rumors about Titus and dozens of school girls, even one about Titus and the hot teacher all the boys had a crush on as well as some hot moms of the younger girls. Titus might not even have been fully grown the last time David had seen it. “His penis is rather large,” he said softly. David had never forgotten how wet Beth had been in bed after watching the porn of the man with the seven inch penis.

“Oh,” said Beth, pausing. She shrugged it off. “But we still need the money and your hand is virtually unbeatable.

They walked back out to the dining room table. David gulped. “Alright, it's a bet.” He gathered his cards up off the table.

“Good,” said Titus. His face was expressionless, but there was a hungry look in his eyes when he glanced at Beth. “But yo wife has to wear the lingerie I picked out for her while she does it.”

Beth clenched her teeth with rage. “Jerk,” she grunted. She sent David a glare that promised he would be paying for this for quite a while. “Lets get this over with,” she said, her heart thumping rapidly from nervousness.

Titus smiled. “Lets see what you got.”

David spread his cards out on the table revealing the four sevens. Titus' look of surprise made the couple grin. Beth looked over at David and they high-fived. David was reaching out for the pot when Titus stated, “Not so fast.” He slammed his cards down on the table. “Four queens.”

David felt like he was going to throw up. Beth whimpered. He glanced up at her to see her shaking with fear. “Come on now bro, you're not going to make my wife go through with it are you?”

Titus smiled and chuckled so nicely, the Shorthose's thought he was joking and going to call it off. “Now seriously little Davey, what kind of brother would I be,” said Titus pausing for effect. Beth was looking at him hopefully. David knew better. Titus only called him “little Davey” to humiliate him. “If I didn't make sure you followed through with your promises. A bet is a bet, bro.” Titus turned his eyes on Beth so intensely, she felt her legs turning to jelly with fear. “You were going to keep all the money if you won, right little Davey? Beth run upstairs and change into that sexy outfit and bring back some Vaseline with you.”

David looked at his wife. He'd never seen her look so unsure of herself. She'd gone pale and was shaking a little. She was usually the strong confident one. “Don't do it Beth. Let him have all the money and I'll pick up some extra hours to cover the mortgage.”

Beth slowly turned her face towards him, the look of fear on her face faded and turned to disgust. “No god dammit! Serves you right for getting me into this mess.” She turned and stomped up the stairs.

“But...” David tried to say, reminding her that this was actually her decision. He looked over at Titus. The black brute was dividing the money up. At least he wouldn't need to be worried about the mortgage. Titus pocketed his half and rose from the table. He stretched before pulling his shirt off over his head. Shirtless, the huge black man walked over to the couch. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down. David wanted to cry when he saw the enormous bulge stretching out the front of Titus' boxer briefs. Titus hadn't just whipped “that thing” out after catching David masturbating, He'd smacked David in the face with it several times and the heavy beast had hurt. The eighteen year old black teen had laughed watching David's penis shrivel up and withdraw inside his scrotum. Titus sat down. He closed his eyes and sat still like he was meditating, but he was breathing heavily, his large African nostrils flaring out with each breath.

**********

Beth let her dress fall around her waist and struggled to push it down over her hips. She sighed with relief when the confining dress fell to her feet. Her heavy dresses made her feel stifled and claustrophobic, but she endured wearing them as intelligent self reliant women didn't put their bodies on display for male pleasure. Her bra unhooked in front and she pulled the clasps apart, her bra flying open as her breasts sprang free. She sighed again as the cold air from the air conditioner caressed her breast flesh. Her bras were always too tight. She refused to admit that her breasts pushed EE and only brought DD cup bras. As much as her mind told her to cover up, her body seemed to prefer freedom. She was quite content to walk around the house nude for the first couple years of her and David's relationship.
Beth was surprised to see her nipples jutting out about half an inch. She attributed it the the cold air. They'd always been sensitive to any stimuli and reacted by swelling out nearly ¾ of an inch and a full inch from her breast when her areola puffed up. She reached up and pinched them, her vagina quivered and moistened immediately. She quickly let go before she became to aroused. Beth bent over and slid her plain white panty down her thighs until it fell to her feet on the dress.

Nude, she walked over to the fancy box from the lingerie store. Their mall didn't have a classy store like Victoria's Secret for skinny models and sexy underwear. Their store was called “Spicy” and catered to bustier women and sleazier outfits, corsets, garter belts, skimpy teddys, barely legal bikinis, and sex costumes every holiday with Halloween being the worse when it came to objectifying women. It was popular with the many strippers that worked the Miami area.

Beth opened the box and pulled the panty out. It was bright red, but see thru. She stepped into them and pulled the up. The strings around her hips had three bells on each side. The top of the panty was fluffy white. She frowned seeing that her brown pubes were clearly visible through the clear fabric. She turned around. The back of the panty disappeared between the crack of her rear end. Her cheeks stuck up and out, free of any blemishes and firm. There was another stupid bell on the string above her butt crack. Beth rolled her eyes.

The bra was similar to the panty, but there was a sheer gauze that fell off it to cover her torso and the panty. The bra cups were too tight, worse then her bras, and breast flesh stuck out around them. She suspected they were only CC cups. David should have known better, but then that black jerk had apparently picked this out. White fur laced the tops of the cups and there was a series of bells dangling under her breasts and several on the string between her cleavage and along her sides. This bra hooked in the back and she struggled to stretch the elastic out to hook it.

Beth looked at herself in the full length mirror. A sleazy porn star looked back at her. “Fuck you David,” she told her reflection, “and fuck you Titus.” The outfit was ridiculous, but as she took her entire body in and turned around to look at herself from the back, her hate filled face curled up into a smile. Beth might despise the sexy outfits men liked their women to wear, but she did wear it well and she was not without vanity. Beth pulled the last item out and adjusted the Santa hat on her head. “Woman though art gorgeous,” she told her reflection. She looked better then any woman in David's pornos. Her smile faded when she remembered that this outfit was supposedly her Christmas present, but in reality was a present her stupid husband had bought for himself and that his pig of a nigg... black half-brother had selected. Her frown turned hate filled again when she remembered what she had to do now to that same black half-brother to pay off her husband's stupid bet. She had to put her hand on his nigg... black penis... no, fuck it, his disgusting nigger penis and stroke him off. Or did she? Beth opened the door under the bathroom sink and pulled out a pair of blue rubber cleaning gloves. She pulled the gloves down over each hand. No, she could jerk “that thing” off without actually touching it.

The expression of hate was still on her face when she left the room.

**********

“Jingle bells, jingle bellls,” said Titus, slowly opening his eyes from his meditative position on the couch when he heard Beth coming down the stairs. Both he and David turned to look at her. She was wearing a full length robe, but the bells on her lingerie could still be heard if somewhat muffled. She had a smaller robe, but had bought the longer one when Titus started staying with them and it appeared he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

“Don't do this, Beth,” said David.

“Shut up. This is all your fault.”

“But you're the one that took the offer,” whined David, certain his wife now completely blamed him and that he would be suffering for it for some time.

“She told you to shut up, Little Davey,” grunted Titus, staring at Beth. His eyes took in her gloved hands as she reached in the pocket of her robe and pulled out a bottle of Vaseline. She tossed it to him and he caught it, setting it beside him on the couch. Titus' dark eyes stared intensely at her face. “You know something Elizabeth Shorthose,” he said.

“What?” asked Beth, untying the belt on her robe.

“You'd be beautiful if you smiled once in a while and wiped that hateful expression off your face.”

Her eyes narrowed and Titus felt that a lesser man might wilt under that venomous gaze. “My expression depends upon who I am staring at,” she said, dropping the robe.

“Oh my god!” gasped David. He was seated in his recliner and had a side view of the two. He was staring mostly at her perfect bare ass.

Titus continued staring into her eyes in a contest of wills. Beth won. He had to look down. He didn't move his head, but his eyes swept down her body. “Your tits are magnificent,” he stated. She was built like an internet pinup model, but these breasts weren't bought and paid for, they were real. His lip curled up a little when he saw her nipples were slightly hard. This situation was somewhat arousing to her even if she'd never admit it. Her torso was sexy as hell. She was trim with little fat. Her ribs were outlined and her stomach was flat with some abdominal bulges around her navel. Luckily she was tall or her breasts would have taken up most of her body making her look compact. Her thin waist tapered down and then flared out into her hips. He could see partially behind her, a firm upthrust ass that was one of the best he'd ever seen. Her legs were firm and athletic from her daily jogs. His eyes roamed back up to the perfectly trimmed triangle of hair behind the panty. “Gurl, you are stacked,” he grunted.

“Woman,” she corrected. “I'm a woman.”

“What?” he asked, shrugging and not getting the point. “Woman then.”

“Beth, don't do this,” pleaded David. She turned and glared at him, but he just gasped as he took in her body in the sexy lingerie. He hated his brother, but Titus had been right about the outfit looking sexy on her. She turned back to the black man without speaking. David looked over at Titus too. His stomach sank at the sight of Titus' underwear. The waistband had now stretched out and was open around the waistband as “that thing” expanded in his underwear.

“Shut up Little Davey,” said Titus without looking at his white brother. He was staring at Beth's body. “You shouldn't have bet your wife.”

“But I didn't,” whined David.

“Shut up David,” agreed Beth.

“I can't watch this,” said David, standing up.

“SIT DOWN!” she ordered, turning on him. “Watching me do this disgusting act is part of your punishment. You're going to pay for humiliating me like this.” Beth kneeled between Titus' legs as David sat back down heavily in the chair.

“Allow me,” said Titus, opening the lid on the Vaseline.

Beth snatched it out of his hand and scooped some up with two of her gloved fingers. She rolled her eyes and for the first time her eyes fell on his bulging briefs and the plum-sized dark head of his penis that had now pushed up past the waistband. She froze and stared. “I'm going to need more Vaseline,” she muttered causing Titus to chuckle.

“Please,” pleaded David one last time, but he was ignored.

Beth turned her head, not wanting to see the thing Titus was packing in his pants. She reached out for the waistband, her hand coming down on the bulging crotch. It swelled and she yanked her hand back as the black plum pushed up to his stomach trailed by a floppy tube as thick as her wrist. There was no padding in his shorts only a thick caged snake yearning to break free and it was swelling and growing.
Beth's hand was trembling as she reached back up to his briefs, keeping clear of the black tube steak. She pulled the waistband out and down. She couldn't help herself and moved her eyes to stare at the thing. The ebony plum passed his navel as the shaft straightened and hardened, thickening as it swelled. Beth finally turned her head towards the huge penis, mouth agape in disbelief.

“Oh god,” moaned David, horrified at the sight of his brother's monster cock.

“It's not going to jerk itself off, Beth,” said Titus, smirking. He wasn't in too much of a hurry. He enjoyed seeing them stare at it. Titus lifted his hips up off the couch. “Pull it off,” he ordered.

Beth's hand was still on his waistband. She was frozen staring at his penis. It was at least eight inches long. His voice brought her out of her trance. She pulled down on the waistband some more and brought her other hand up to grab the other side of his briefs. His underwear still covered the base of his huge penis. Another inch appeared and another, a bulging purple black vein ran up his shaft. Then another inch and another. She pulled his briefs down under his rear and down his thighs pulling it all the way to his ankles. He pulled his feet out and spread his legs open further. Her eyes fell on his wrinkled black scrotum. If the tip of his penis was as big as a fat plum, then his testicles were the size of apples. One of Titus' testicles was as big as David's entire crotch.

Beth reached out one blue gloved hand and grabbed his shaft, pulling the now fully hard black penis upwards and it was a black penis, much blacker then Titus's dark brown skin. She looked at the palm of her other hand and at the pathetically small dollop of Vaseline in it. She moved her fingers back to the open jar and scooped up some more. Satisfied, she grabbed his shaft and started coating it with Vaseline which allowed her to examine all the ridges, bumps, and veins along the shaft. It was hard now, as hard as steel and straight, missile shaped with no curve. The shaft maintained the same thickness throughout it's length, the swollen member left a gap of several inches between her thumb and fingers, before it flared out into the black helmeted head. She ran her hand up to the head and thoroughly coated it with the lubricant before removing her hand and scooping up another dollop.

When it was completely lubricated, she paused, holding it upwards with one hand that she slid to the base and then laying her palm on his crotch as she tried to hold it up with just her finger and her thumb. Titus' big horse penis was longer then a foot. It had to be at least thirteen inches long! “Your thing is so BIG!” she blurted, staring at it.

“That thing is a big black cock,” he told her smugly. “That is what a real man's cock looks like. It's not that little boy's penis that you're used to.”

“Titus please,” she said, taking her eyes off his big black cock and looking him in the face angrily. “There's no need to disparage my husband just because he has a little peni... just because his penis isn't as large as yours.”

“Beth... please,” whined David.

“Um, sorry honey, your little penis does just fine,” she explained.

“Don't worry Davey,” said Titus looking down at Beth's breasts. “You've nothing to worry about unless Beth here is one of them size queens.”

“Size queens?” she asked, furrowing her brow as she began stroking the huge cock. “What's that?”

“Yeah, you get turned on by really huge cocks,” he said, meeting her eyes. He moved his gaze down to her breasts and she followed them down to her bosom. “Your nipples get hard.” Beth watched with embarrassment as her already semi hard nipples swelled and grew to their full size under his penetrating gaze. She gulped and bent her elbows in forwards to cover her protruding nubs. “And your pussy gets soaked just at the sight of a big... thick... COCK,” he finished. “It's the natural order of things for a female to get aroused at the sight of a real man's cock, a big black cock.”

“You're full of shit,” she told him, fully aware that her puss.. vagina was dripping.

“You should be safe then, bro,” said Titus. “Nothing to worry about.”

For some reason, that didn't reassure David very much. He couldn't see her vagina and most of her breasts were blocked by Titus' muscular thighs. Still, it was obvious Beth was shocked by the size of Titus' cock. Beth was holding the base of the huge black shaft and jerking him off with her right hand with slow deliberate strokes. David was grateful she'd thought to put gloves on. He wasn't sure he would be able to stand her touch knowing her skin had made contact with his half brothers black penis. “Yeah, stroke that big black cock, baby,” moaned Titus. David cringed. Titus was smirking, saying it more to irk Beth then out of seriousness.

“Damn you're big,” said Beth. She switched hands and started stroking him with her left hand. “Aren't you close yet?”

“No baby, it's only been fifteen minutes.” Titus laid back against the couch and spread his legs wider.

“No way, it's been fifteen minutes?” she asked in disbelief. She wasn't sure when she started and didn't wear a watch so she couldn't check the time.

Titus' phone was sitting beside him on the couch. He reached over and propped it against the pillow. The time clock was on. It read 16:47. “If you can get it off in 30 minutes or less, Little Davey can have all his money back.”

“Shit!” said Beth, still not believing it had been over fifteen minutes. David could get erect, penetrate her, ejaculate, and be fast asleep snoring in under ten minutes. She brought both her gloved hands up to his shaft and stated jerking him off as fast as she could at the thought of getting all their money back. She felt a shiver course through her body when Titus groaned. It was for real this time. “Come on, come on,” she whispered, staring at her hands gliding up and down his shaft in a blue-black blur. 21:57. Her arm strength was failing rapidly. “Come on. Come... cum. Cum for me. Cum for me, Titus!” 23:12.

“Oh yeah, baby, talk dirty to me.”

“Beth!” pleaded David.

“Shut up! I'm trying to get your money back,” she snapped at her husband. She looked at Titus. “And quit calling me baby.” 24:37.

“Yo bitchy attitude ain't helping me cum.”

Damn! She thought. “Sorry. Give me your cum. Come on, you know you want to cum.” She released her right hand and shook it to work out a cramp. She was nearly exhausted. 26:08. She grabbed his shaft again, using the last of her arm strength to stroke it as fast as she could. “Damn, arms are getting tired.”

“Use yo mouth then, baby.”

“Fuck you! No man's penis will ever pass these lips.” Her arms were feeling weak. 27:15. “Come on.”

“What do you want, baby?”

“I want you to cum.” 28:32. “I want your cum. Whoa, it's swelling even thicker!”

“I'm close, baby.”

Thank god, she thought. Beth sped up her arms, with the last of her strength. 29:10. “Cum for me.” 29:21. “Give me your cum.” 29:34. Damn, the head of his penis was expanding even larger and turning an angry black.

“Here it comes, baby.”

29:47. She was going to make it. Beth was grateful for the gloves. She didn't want any of this black man's spunk touching her skin. 29:52. “Cum already. I want this big black cock's cum,” she growled. She glanced at the phone. It read 30:12. “Noooo!” she wailed just before her face was splattered with hot pudding.

“YESSSSS!” moaned Titus, thrusting his hips up, fucking her hands with his cock.

Beth closed her mouth just in time as another splatter of his seed hit her lips and chin. She bent his cock down away from her face, more of the black man's sperm splattering on her neck, chest and breasts, coating her red lingerie with his semen. She wanted to scream, but kept her lips pressed together to keep his spunk out of her mouth. Beth released his cock, but now it just bucked up and down, spewing sperm all over her. She climbed to her feet, a load splattering all over her stomach, getting in her navel and ruining her panty.

Beth stepped back, several jets of sperm shooting after her, but falling short of her body and landing on her feet. Finally his cock quit bobbing wildly and fell with a thud against his stomach and chest. Sperm dribbled from the swollen head, leaving a growing white puddle on Titus's hard black chest. It lost it's swollen look and began to shrink.

Beth turned towards her husband as if begging him to help her. “Oh my god,” said David, aghast at the sight of his wife coated in Titus' sperm. She looked horrified and seemed to be pleading with her eyes for him for help, but wouldn't open her mouth lest some of his sperm pass her lips. “”I'll get some towels.” David sprang to his feet, but Beth just shook her head and ran for the stairs.

“I'll take the towels,” said Titus, climbing to his feet.

David went to the kitchen and returned with some paper towels. He stared in horror at the giant black man, standing nude in front of him as he handed Titus the towels. He'd hoped never to see that oversize penis again or his half brother for that matter. Titus' black cock was sticking straight out before him, still dribbling sperm onto David's carpet. Even as Titus was wiping the semen off his chest, the huge black cock was pulsing and shrinking. It bent downwards and finally quit dripping sperm. By the time Titus had cleaned himself off, his cock was a fat ten inch banana dangling between his huge thighs. David gulped as his mind pictured that thing cumming all over his wife. “How could you do that to me?” he said, voice shaking as he spoke.

“Come on Davey, brother's should share things, right?”

“Stay away from my wife Titus,” he said, voice a little stronger. “I mean it.”

Titus smirked in amusement. He crossed his huge arms across his even huger chest, making him even more intimidating. “Or what?” he asked.

David stared up at his giant of a half brother and felt his knees shake. The words came to his mind unbidden and he blurted them out before he could stop himself. Words he'd said to his brother many times when they were kids. “Or I'll tell mom.” Titus looked surprised for a second then started laughing, his mirth turning into bellows of amusement deep within his chest. David's cheeks turned red and he raced for the stairs to check on his wife.

**********

Beth's nostrils were filled with the scent of semen. She wanted to breathe through her mouth, but her lips were still slick with the black man's sperm. Large globs of it were starting to slide down her body, covering even more of her skin with that... nigger's... viscous spunk. She stripped off the ruined lingerie and dropped it in the bathroom's waist basket. It was kind of a shame she thought, wondering how much David had paid for it. Sexist garbage, but it had also felt somewhat liberating wearing something so sexy and the reactions of both men seeing her in it.

Beth turned on the water in the shower and got in the tub before it had even warmed up closing the door behind her. The cold water shocked her a bit and she stepped out of the spray, grabbing a cold damp used washcloth to wipe her lips off, breathing deeply when her mouth felt clean. Beth grabbed her body wash and didn't even bother pouring it in her palm. She just turned the bottle upside down and squirted it all over her chest and breasts, the thick plastic bottle reminding her of Titus' big black cock, just not as hard or hot or vibrant with life. The water had heated and she turned around stepping up into it. The body lotion was clear and white and almost indistinguishable with the sperm all over her body. She raised her face to the water and let the shower rinse her face off even as the spray was removing all the lotion from her body, while leaving large globs of sperm on her.

Beth turned her back to the spray and ran her hands down to her belly and chest. She scooped up the large clumps on her body and ran it all over her skin. Both hands came up to her breasts scooping up more of the thick “lotion” rubbing it into her breast flesh. She got an intense shock when her hands rubbed her still hard nipples. They'd never felt so alive or sensitive before and she mewled with pleasure, even pinching them and sucking he lower lip into her mouth to keep from moaning. Her left hand pinched it's nipple hard as her right hand slid back down her belly, finding more clumps of lotion under her navel. She pushed her hand through her wisps of brown pubic hair, two fingers pushing inside her needy pussy.

It took just a few wiggles of her fingers for her to have her own orgasm and it was a big one. She cried out as her wiggling fingers prolonged the orgasm. Beth was gasping from the intensity of the orgasm as she slowly opened her eyes, a lazy smile forming on her lips. She looked down her body. There were white strings all over her body. She pulled her fingers off her nipple. One of the strings ran from her index finger to the tip of her nipple. She crinkled her nose in disgust realizing she'd just body washed herself with a black man's semen.

“B...Beth, are you alright?”

Beth froze and turned. David's form was in the bathroom doorway. The shower door was pretty clear. Had he seen her playing with herself? “No, you jerk. I'm covered in that NIGGER'S SEED!”

“Shhhhh! Not so loud he'll hear.”

“Fuck him.”

David cringed, picturing the three white seniors rolling around on the football field doubled over in pain. Blood spewing from one's broken nose. They'd called the sixteen year old Titus a nigger too. The students watching the fight cheered Titus as the three were disliked bullies. Everyone had cheered, but David. He'd been routing for the bullies. “I'll be in bed,” he told her.

Beth ripped the strand of wet sperm of her nipple and flung it to the bottom of the tub. She looked further down her body. It was all over her belly and mixed into her pubic hair and worse of all. The hand that had just fingered herself to orgasm was covered in it. “YECH!” she spat, feeling sick. Beth quickly turned her body back into the spray of water. This time, she poured body wash onto the wash cloth and used it to clean her body. It took almost as long to get his spunk off her body as it had to make him cum in the first place. She finished and dried herself off, covering her body with a towel. The bedroom was dark, David already in bed.

Beth normally slept in pajamas, but she felt too exhausted to even dress in them. She dropped the towel wrapped around her body and climbed into bed beside her husband. She laid on her back, staring at the ceiling. She could faintly hear porn sounds coming from the guest room. Titus grunting. Was he really playing with himself again after she'd just jerked him off? She couldn't believe it and almost got up to go peek in on him then decided against it.

Beth turned on her side, tossing and turning for an hour, unable to sleep. She'd heard Titus cum a half hour ago and he'd finally shut off the porn. She wanted the porn out of her house. She wanted the black man and his big black cock out of her house. She wanted a cock in her body right now. The orgasm in the shower had been one of the best in her life yet she was still horny. Really horny! Beth turned towards her husband. He was on his back too. Her hand slid across the bed to his hip and across to his crotch. His entire scrotum fit in her hand, penis and balls. She picked his penis up with two fingers and began fondling it, tugging it out to make it hard for her. Instead, his penis seemed to shrink into his scrotum. She wouldn't be getting any tonight. David let out a soft snore that sounded distinctly fake to her. Frustrated, she flipped around to her side, facing away from her husband. It took her three hours to fall asleep.

**********

Beth groaned when the alarm went off and rolled on her side as David got up. “You really have to go to work?” she complained. Her thighs felt damp and her hard nipples scraped against the bed sheet.
The little sleep she'd gotten had been filled with strange dreams. In one she'd been a mannequin, dressed in last night's sexy lingerie while Titus and David stared up at her, the black man telling David how good his wife would look wearing that. In another, she was nude in a farm yard while giant black roosters were chasing her around. Most of the other dreams she couldn't remember, but they were sexual and left her in a hyper aroused state.

“Just today,” answered David. “Tax season is coming up and the boss wants me to do some prep work on our bigger accounts.”

“You should tell him no once in awhile, it's Christmas break for god's sake. You let him boss you around to much.”

“That's what bosses do, hence the name.”

Beth fell back asleep while David was in the shower, but he woke her back up turning the closet light on so that he could dress. She rolled on her back, groaning in complaint and pulled his pillow over her head. Her hand reached out for the nightstand, encountering her skin cream before finding her sleeping mask. She pulled it over her eyes and shoved the pillow aside. She heard him leave and fell back asleep. She dreamed again. This time she was a fairy dancing around a black mushroom with a bulbous helmet shaped cap. Her nude winged body polished the stem of the large fungi until it erupted a fountain of white lotion. She quickly danced under the fountain and began washing her body with the white liquid spores.

Beth awoke again, but was groggy from lack of sleep when she felt David's heavy weight press down on the bed. She groaned in objection, wondering what he was doing as he tugged at the bed covers. He grabbed her ankle and pulled at her leg. She tried to kick out in protest, but he just grabbed her other ankle and his grip was strong. Beth groaned again and tried to turn on her side, but he held her firm. All she wanted to do was get some sleep. What the hell was David doing? He pulled her legs open and scooted forwards. She came fully awake when the large flat tongue licked up her wet slit. Beth opened her legs wider for him as the tongue began lapping at her vagina. Her sleepy groan of protest turned to moans of pleasure. This was exactly what she needed and it had been awhile since he'd gone down on her.

Beth bit her lip trying to fight it, but her hips started humping up into that lapping tongue. She reached out and grabbed handfuls of the mattress cover, her fists clenching. It was shameful the way her body was reacting to David's incredibly prehensile tongue. He'd never shown such eagerness before. Big hands slipped under her thighs, grabbing and squeezing her butt cheeks when she lifted herself off the bed. The hands moved over her hips and up her sides, the rough hands caressing her breasts. She bit her lips again when her throat started making mewling noises. Her belly was undulating and she gave up fighting it, gasping out loud now, letting her husband know how much she was enjoying this. The hands on her breasts suddenly moved up. She cried out and came when he pinched both her hard nipples. Her entire lower body lifted up into his fantastic tongue before dropping back down to the bed.

The orgasm lasted longer then any of her previous one, helped along by the pressure on her nipples. “Wow! That was the best ever,” she whispered, panting from the pleasurable exertion. David did something else unusual, he didn't stop. His right hand moved down her body and between her legs while his left index finger made little circles around her left nipple. Two thick fingers slipped between the folds of her labia and pushed deep. He started working the fingers in and out of her vagina while his tongue flickered over her protruding clitoris. What had been complete satisfaction a minute ago, turned to arousal again. Her hips rising up into each thrust of his fingers. Another orgasm started growing from all the stimulation. Sex had never felt this good. She couldn't be mad at this man for his stupid bet or for not kicking his brother out. All was forgiven. She had to reward him somehow and the only thing that came to mind was for her to do the same for him, but liberated women did not get men off with their mouths. The second orgasm came and it was bigger then the last. She actually screamed this time. His fingers felt better then his tongue had, they even felt longer and thicker then his penis did. She collapsed back down to the mattress and nearly passed out from the pleasure.

Beth came back to her senses, aware that the same tongue that had given her so much pleasure was now licking up the sides of her pubic mound. Both hands had returned to her breasts. The fingers of his right hand, on her left nipple felt wet from her vaginal fluids. Odd he'd used his right hand as he was left handed? Big lips planted a kiss on her bellybutton, the tip of his tongue wiggling inside and making her suck her stomach in as she gasped. His tongue licked up the top of her stomach towards her breasts. Two huge orgasms and her arousal came back almost immediately from his skilled ministrations. She writhed in lust beneath him as his body climbed over hers. Beth gasped in joy when the broad lips clamped down over one nipple and sucked it in. Her legs spread wide to receive her husband.

Deep down, she knew what was happening. The weight on the bed, the wrong hand, the broadness of the shoulders, the simple fact that this man knew what he was doing told her this wasn't David. But the pleasure was way too intense for her to make him stop and she blamed her groggy sleepy state. She did come to her senses when the large head of his penis began to push past her labia. Her vaginal lips parted wide around the head, opening wider then ever before and the shameless muscles in her vagina began trying to grip the head and pull it deep inside her. Beth's hands flew down to the strong shoulder and she pushed hard. Titus didn't budge, but she slid up the bed and away from the probing end of that thing between his legs. She quickly squeezed her thighs together.

“What gives, baby?”

Beth flicked the sleep mask off and looked in horror at the black man's hard face hovering over her breasts. Everywhere under his broad flat nose was slick and wet from her juices. “What are you doing?”

“Thought we'd fuck.” He actually looked surprised that she was rejecting him. “You can't tell me that you don't want to find out what a real man's cock feels like?”

“NO! I don't want a nig.. your thing in me.” His eyes narrowed for a moment and the intensity of the gaze made her shiver. “I'm married to your brother for god's sake.”

Titus pushed himself up off her with his arms and she used the chance to squeeze her legs closed even tighter. He slid his own legs up and straddled her thighs, his weight holding her down. “That wimp ain't no brother of mine.”

Titus slid his way up her body. “What are you doing?” she asked in alarm, staring with awe and a little fear at how rampant his thirteen inch cock looked. Half the head was wet from her vaginal fluid and the tip was dribbling precum onto her breasts. He straddled and sat on her stomach, leaning over and grabbing her hand cream off the nightstand. “What are you doing?” she asked again.

“I gotta get off,” he said, squirting lotion into both his hands and coating his shaft with it. He tossed the hand cream aside.

Beth stared at the slicked up black penis as Titus leaned forward so that the straight shaft rested on chest. His hands were still slick with lotion when he grabbed her breast flesh. “What are you doing?” she asked yet again even as he squashed her breasts together with his fat black shaft wedged between them.

“I'm gonna titty fuck these big breasts.” Titus began working his hips, the well lubricated black phallus sliding easily between her well cushioned white breasts. “These things are built for titty fucking.”

Beth had never heard of such a thing, but then there was no telling what the perverted minds of males might conceive of to abuse women. She stared with fascination at his cock, the giant plum head thrusting forwards only to disappear into her tit flesh a moment later. There wasn't much to this and she wished he'd just hurry up and finish so that he would go away. She did like staring at his penis though and her neck was starting to hurt. She reached out and pulled a pillow under her head to prop it up so that she could keep staring at it. Surprisingly, her gaze left the slowly thrusting dark shaft instead focusing on the large black hands holding her breasts. Her breasts were a pale white and largely unblemished but for the occasional freckle. There was something captivating about the contrast of his dark skin on her pale flesh.

Beth stared at his hands, her eyes following his thumbs as he arched them up and brought both down on her nipples. His thumbs began circling her nipples, sometimes pushing them down into her tits and other times just flickering back and forth over them. Their sensitivity had her moaning almost instantly and her arousal grew again. Her hips started raising and her eyes moved back over to the thrusting black cock. Each time his cock pushed forward, her hips lifted and for the first time, Beth started picturing him kneeling between her legs pushing the huge cock inside her needy pussy.

His cock shot up so far she jerked her head back, feeling the tip scrape her lips. It came forward again, a spattering of precum coating her lips. She reached up and grabbed his arms trying to pull him back, but he was too strong and his cock kept hitting her mouth. She kept it tightly closed lest she taste his vulgar seed. The head was hitting her lips a little harder now, smashing them against her teeth. Beth moved her hands up his arms, noticing how bulging and hard his incredible biceps felt before she moved her hands over to his chest and tried to push him back. Instead, she encountered a hard muscular chest as solid as a brick wall. Once again her eyes were drawn to the contrast of her small white hands against his solid black chest. Instead of trying to push him off, her hands slid across his chest, examining the lines of his muscles. Titus chuckled and she jerked her hands off him in shame at her behavior. Her hands stopped just above her breasts. Titus nodded down to her, “You hold them together,” he ordered.

Beth eagerly obeyed. Anything to stop his ministrations on her sexually charged nipples. When he stopped though, she found she missed the sensations and her own fingers replaced his, pinching and squeezing her erect nipples. Her hips continued to lift with each thrust of his cock. A cock that looked even bigger and more swollen then it had a short time ago. She stared at it hardly noticing Titus turn his body slightly reaching behind him until she felt his finger on her swollen clit. She jerked in surprise, moaning, her lips parting enough that his urethra pushed between them squirting precum into her mouth. Titus pinched her clit and started flicking it with his finger just as he had done with her nipples. Her mouth opened wider as she cried out in pleasure. This time half of the rounded tip of his cock pushed past her lips, a jet of precum shooting across her tongue. Beth was horrified, but it was nothing compared to the horror that came next. Titus' finger left her clit and she slammed her mouth shut, but then two of his fingers pushed deep into her pussy, her mouth opening wide as she came all over his fat fingers. His cock shot forward, the entire head entering her mouth just as he came. Hot sperm filled her mouth until her cheeks bulged out. Beth was forced to swallow it, gulping his hot seed down her throat and into her belly. Disgusting, but it didn't taste that bad at all.

Titus cock retreated, shooting a wave of sperm over her face, more falling into her open mouth. Her vaginal muscles suddenly clamped down around Titus' fingers and she came again. This time when his cock shot forward, the head stayed in her mouth, pumping several more mouthfuls of semen into her mouth. She swallowed it with less reluctance this time, but she still didn't want his seed in her mouth. Beth reached out to grab his shaft, struggling to pull it away from her mouth, but he pressed forwards every time she pushed it back which served to jerk more spunk out of his cock and into her mouth. She swallowed several more mouthfuls not realizing that he had quit thrusting his cock through her hands yet she was still jerking all the cum from his shaft as she suckled on the head of his cock. Then much to Beth's shame, her tongue licked over the head of his black cock to get the last pearl of cum dripping off the tip. When Beth realized what she'd done, she did yank his cock from her mouth and turned her head sideways disgusted with herself.

Titus gave her clit a final pinch and lifted his weight from her stomach. He slid backwards. Beth thought he was getting off her, but instead he moved backwards and worked his way between her legs. He smacked his huge floppy cock down against her crotch several times hard enough it stung her. Beth winced and looked back down her body. His cock started hardening again much to her shock. He scooted back some more and started bending the now rampant shaft back towards her vagina, lining the head up for penetration.

Beth came to her senses just as he thrust his cock forwards. Instead of pushing into her vagina, it encountered the back of her hand. “Hey what gives?” he asked wincing a little as it had been a hard thrust.

“Get out,” she ordered.

“You don't want to fuck?”

“No, you pompous ass,” she growled, pulling up and sliding over to the edge of the bed. “Get it through your head that I do not want to fuck you. I don't even like you. Now get out of my bedroom.” Beth was stunned by the look of disbelief on the giant black man's face. He wasn't used to rejection. “We are never going to have sex, Titus,” she said slower and calmer, spacing her words out like she was speaking to a child.

“You don't want this?” he asked, grabbing her hand and putting it on his shaft before she could yank it back.

“Oh!,” she gasped, her body trembling. It was sticking straight out from his body fully hard and ready for another round.

“It wants you Beth. It wants you real bad.”

“I don't want it. Your thing disgusts me.”

His dark eyes roamed down her body. “I've never seen a body like yours, tits, ass, legs, you're damn near perfect. That body was built for big cock.”

She looked up his chest and into his eyes. She fought to keep herself from trembling. Until now, David was the only man to see her nude body and even he had never seen her this hyper-aroused. “My body is perfectly happy with David's little peni.. my husband's sma... penis is perfectly adequate for my needs.” Damn him and his big black cock. Titus flustered her.

“Bull shit bitch!” He snorted. “I seen the look in your eyes when you stare at my cock.”

“Get out.”

“Suit yo self, but since you got it all hard again, how about another hand job?”

“No, I want nothing to do with your big black cock.... I mean I don't want to ever see you huge penis ever again or you for that matter.”

“Then maybe you should let it go.”

Beth looked down at her hand, gliding up and down the thick shaft. Her arm had several sticky wads on it from where his thing had shot little jets of precum. A part of her wanted to fall down to her knees before her black brother-in-law, jerk him off again, and aim his spurting black cock to cover her with his seed before guiding it back into her mouth so that she could swallow more of his cum. Instead, she let go and yanked her hand back, leaving his cock bobbing and weaving.“Get out or I'm calling David.”

Titus threw his hands up. “Don't do that,” he begged. “Please don't tell David. He might hurt me.”

Beth realized he was teasing her, but he did turn around and head for the door. Her eyes stared at the giant cock until it disappeared. “Nigger,” she whispered when he was gone. She ran to the door and locked it.

Beth turned leaning on the door and fighting back tears. She'd always felt that crying was a weakness of women. Instead, she brought her hand up to her face and bit her knuckle, her anger growing. She was more mad at herself and her bodies reaction to Titus then at the black man himself. Seconds later, porn music came back on from the guest room and she could hear Titus grunting.

Beth shivered, picturing him laying in bed masturbating himself just a couple dozen feet from her. She pictured him cumming. His huge cock blowing out sperm like a fire hose. She could even smell his semen then remembered her face was covered in it and it was starting to dry. She took her knuckle out of her mouth and absentmindedly licked a large glob of his precum off her arm before heading to her bathroom.

Beth showered and washed, but soon found herself masturbating again. She squeezed her hardened nipple almost painfully as she angrily fingered herself her mind filled with images of Titus and his huge cock. She came, moaning loudly, hoping he couldn't hear her in his room. Her anger at herself wavered and she redirected it, not towards Titus, but towards her husband.

Why could he have been the brother to inherit the big cock?



















This week

1) I got the next scene for The Unwanted Houseguest finished and will post it soon. It's a bonus scene not in the original. UPDATE: It's posted. You can search for "Beth groaned when the alarm" to jump to the new section.

2) Kaos updated Flag Girls. Our girls are having fun on the island and just about to discover they've been robbed.

3) I just got contacted by someone who wants to make an actual live movie based on Trisha's Transformation. No more information unless this gets close to actually happening.



Here's a new Jane Stalwart pic by Rabies. He captured the curved cock pretty well.







Here's a lit author whose stories I've enjoyed. everyonesavoyeur

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

This week

1) No writing progress since my updates, but I'm about to start some work on Unwanted Houseguest now.

Speaking of Houseguest, I accidently posted the cut/paste of the original story plus some notes making it look like a garbled ending. I corrected it as soon as someone pointed it out.

As for CC3, the events I'm writing are following the outline I posted some time back so if you don't like the retirement home parts, you'll just have to wait for the next segment. Kielbasa's passing seemed to surprise some people though it's a pretty good way to go. I'm going to have Candy call Long while he's driving to New Orleans to inform him about his friend and have Long explain that Basa was terminal and should have died months ago. After writing it, it occurred to me that he should have died having sex with a cheerleader (a new one with 2 others volunteering at the home) just after impregnating her and making it look like the curse was keeping him alive to fulfill his purpose of knocking up a white woman.

2) Kaos updated Flag Girls.

Nothing else going on, but if you're following Cockhole's elderly story on lit, he posted Part 3 today. I got halfway through this morning before work and it was pretty good.

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Coxville Curse 3 progress

10/17/09  Saturday

Candy held the throbbing cock head tightly with her lips. It strained to jerk wildly as it pumped it's hot seed into her hungry mouth. She relaxed her throat letting her master's delicious sperm slide down her throat to fill her belly. Willy Long had the most scrumptiously addictive semen she'd ever tasted and it had been her daily breakfast for the last week. Tomorrow would be her first morning without it.

“Slow down there sexy, you done drained those balls dry,” he told her.

Candy opened her eyes and looked down the massive shaft. Her hands were pumping it furiously trying to make sure every last drop had been drained from his 18” black pipe. She moaned and released the head, kissing it on the urethra. “You sure? Your loads never seem to lose any volume no matter how many times I drain them.”

“Well, they do fill back up quickly,” he replied with a grin. “We both need to get going.”

“You sure you don't want me to go with you?”

“We'll go away together some other time.”

Candy was nude as she stood and walked to her bathroom. “Somewhere we can be seen in public without so many horrified hate-filled stares.”

“That's most anywhere outside the County line, my love,” he replied. “Besides, I want you to show my old friend Kielbasa some love.”

“If you say so Willie,” said Candy, turning on the shower. She stepped under the hot water and found herself thinking about her strange circumstances. In one week, she'd hooked up with Willie Long, let him move in with her, told him she loved him, and often called him Master for he owned her body and her heart. Now he wanted to share her with other men and she would do anything he asked her to do. Of course, it didn't hurt that old George had such a nice big black cock and she assumed Kielbasa's would be impressive too like most black men apparently.

Candy lingered in the shower a little longer then necessary, hoping Willie would join her as he often did, but this time he left her alone. She exited the shower and dried off before brushing her teeth.
Willie was packing when she came out of the shower. He was still nude. They usually stayed nude around each other. “Willie, are my breasts too big?”

Willie looked up from his suitcase. Candy was cupping her breasts and squeezing around the nipple area. He grinned. “You know they're perfect and I know what you're up to.”

Candy sucked her lower lip into her mouth and nodded her head towards his crotch. “And it's working.”

He looked down. His cock was hard and sticking straight out. “Dayumn,” he said. “Now I'm gonna be on the road for hours with a stiffy.”

“You don't have to be,” she purred. One hand left her breast and slid down her belly and over her pubes. He finger started teasing her clitty.

“Why Candace Cox, I do believe you're insatiable.”

“And who's fault is that Willie Long?” she asked, nodding towards his cock.

Willie wanted nothing more then to fuck her right then and there, but he wanted as much sperm in his balls as possible when he arrived in New Orleans. “You're already going to be late for work,” he told her.

Candy pouted and stamped her foot, before walking over to the closet and selecting some clothes, dressing for her volunteer work at the retirement home. He was still nude when she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately at her front door. One hand left his neck and slid down to stroke his monster cock. “Just one more fuck,” she whispered in his ear.

“Tomorrow night,” he promised before spinning her around and spanking her ass as she walked out the door.

**********

Kat Jones didn't see her mom's car drive past her as she drove to the little Limburg farming area where her mom lived. She'd told Nathan she wasn't feeling well and was going to skip this afternoon's football game against the Twatsville Tacos. She really wanted to go to the game, but knew Hercules West would be there to watch his brother play and she hoped to avoid him when Nathan was around.

The problem was that she didn't want to avoid him at all when Nathan wasn't around. She wanted him now. She wanted him all the time and it wasn't just Herc and his big nigger cock, it was her freaking mailman too of all people. She'd taken to hiding her car in the garage whenever Amos was working his postal route. She wanted to fuck Amos again real bad, but the guilt was killing her. She needed to talk to someone soon and her mom instantly sprang to mind. She and Candy had always been close and she kept little secrets. Candace had even just nodded knowingly and took Kat down to the drug store to get birth control pills when Kat had confessed to being ready to lose her virginity.

Kat was going to admit to her mom that she had cheated on Nathan, just not that her lover had been a black man. That would destroy her mother. She just hoped her mom hadn't left for the game already.

The Cox family home was an old farmhouse in the middle of a field up a long drive. Candy and Marvin had never farmed themselves, but leased the land out. This year's crop had already been harvested and Kat got a good view of the house she grew up in. There was a strange car in the driveway, but her mom's was gone. Curious, Kat drove all the way up the drive though she assumed it was one of her mom's many friends and that her mom had driven the two of them to the game already.

Kat let herself in to her mother's home. There was no crime out here and Candy never locked her door.
“HELLO,” she yelled. “MOM!” No one answered, but she could here movement upstairs and then someone on the steps. She walked into the living room and up the stairs, gasping in shock. “What the fuck!” she hissed as she watched her old high school principal coming down the steps nude, but for a towel wrapped around his waist. He was still dripping wet from a shower. “Principal Long, whats y'all doin here?” she asked. Her face had gone pale and her heart was beating rapidly.

“Mrs. Jones,” said Willie, smiling. “Well I guessed you would have found out sooner or later. Your mom and I have been seeing each other.”

“What the fuck!” she hissed again.

“Language Katherine,” he told her. “Your mom and I are a couple and I've been living here.”

Kat shook her head. “I don't believe you.” Her mom was as unlikely to date a nigger and Kat herself was...

“It's true and we have you to thank for it,” he said, pausing as her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. “We really hit it off at your barbecue last week.”

“Oh my god,” muttered Kat, swooning a little. Part of the problem was that she couldn't envision her mother with any man other then her father and part of the problem was that her mom was a nigger lover and Kat despised nigger lovers.

Willie had stopped several stairs up so that he towered over her. “Are you okay, Mrs Jones? You look ill.”

“I just really needed to talk to my mom.”

“I'm afraid your mom has left for the afternoon.”

“Fine then. I guess I can catch her at the game.” Kat turned to leave.

“She's not there. She's volunteering at a retirement home. Is there something I can help you with?”

Her mom was working again and shacking up with a nigger! And Kat thought she knew everything about her mom's life. “No,” she said turning around to face the black man. Her eyes fell on the long tube-like bulge running down the entire length of the towel and it was a big towel. She gulped. It appeared her old pervert of a principal was hung like a horse. “J-just something I really needed to talk to my mom about. It's personal.”

“I am a trained guidance councilor, you know,” he reminded her. “I'm sure there's something I can do to... for you. I'm pretty sure there is something you need... badly.”

Kat gulped again. Despite her horror at the situation, her nipples were hardening and her stupid vagina was lubricating itself. “No sir, it was personal, a family matter.”

“Now Mrs. Jones, I know I've only been seeing your mom for a week, but I want you to think of me as family and I think I know what's been bothering you.”

Kat couldn't take her eyes off the giant rod trying to rip up out of the towel even as the thought of having a nigger father-in-law horrified her. Fuck, Nathan wouldn't even invite him over for Christmas dinner and her husband loved her mom as much as he loved his own.

“I know what you want to talk to your mom about,” said Long, adjusting the towel.

“What's that, sir,” she replied.

“Is it about your growing need for this?” he asked, pulling the towel off and throwing it over the railing.

**********

The giant black cock was nearly six feet tall. It ran out from the bleachers, flapping it's wings as it circled the cheerleaders. “GO COCKS!” cheered the crowd. The Coxville Cock ran between the cheerleaders and put his hand to his ear. “GO COCKS!” the crowd roared louder.

The black rooster mascot ran out on the field and assumed his position as the Chicken Dance blared over the speakers. The Cock along with half the crowd in the bleachers stood and began dancing.

Todd White couldn't focus on the stupid antics of the mascot. He just stood and stared at Kitty Summers and the other cheerleaders all doing the chicken dance. His eyes went from her sexy flat stomach up to the bouncing swell of her amazing tits. Breasts he'd probably never ever see again. He pulled his eyes away from her body and moved them over to Pamela, passing Susan then tore them back over to Susan. The studious cheerleader had some enormous breasts and they were swinging surprisingly freely today as if she weren't wearing a bra. The dance had stopped and Pamela was joking around with the others in Kitty's click. He'd asked her out for after the game, but to his utter amazement, she'd rejected him. He'd considered her a sure thing. The girl had obviously been smitten with him for years. She was talking to Miko, suddenly looking away before running to the edge of the field. Pamela threw herself into fat Deon's arms and kissed him full on his thick black lips. It was Todd's turn to be utterly amazed again to see the lithe white cheerleader kissing the fattest black man on the team and the amazement turned to shock as Miko ran up, leaning up to kiss Deon also.

Sluts, thought Todd. His eyes went back to Susan and her swaying breasts. Screw Pam and Kitty. He was going to do everything in his power to see Susan's massive rack. He smiled and nodded in approval of his plan even as LD jogged by and smacked Susan on her bottom. Instead of being angry, she blew the black player a kiss.

There were gasps in the crowd. This was not a sight one saw in Coxville County.

**********

Kat gasped at the sight of old man Long's cock. It was half again as big as Hercules' black cock. It rose up quickly, though in jerks and spasms like the man's blood flow was pumping it up. “Oh my god,” she gasped unable to take her eyes off the black monster. “There's no way my mom's taking that thing.”

Long laughed. “I can assure you, that Candy is quite fond of the dark meat.”

“I don't believe you,” mumbled Kat, watching her hand glide under the fat cock head. She frowned. She didn't even remember reaching out to touch it.

Long took another step forwards. “We aren't here to talk about how much your mom likes nigger cock.” He smirked when she gasped at that. “There's something you need to get off your chest.” His hands grabbed her waist and raised her shirt up exposing her toned flat belly and then her bra. She raised one arm and he pulled it over her head. The shirt fell and slid down the arm holding his cock.
Kat looked at her shirt dangling around her arm. Her hand seemed reluctant to let go, but after several tries it released his cock long enough for the shirt to fall to the floor. She quickly grabbed his cock again this time both hand stroked the hot shaft. “Wait, it looks like there were two things you needed to get off your chest,” added Willy. Her bra hooked in the front. He skillfully unhooked it, her breasts springing free of confinement. “Lovely,” he told her. Kat smiled at him.

Kat released his cock to let her bra fall off. She stood before him in sneakers, low hanging jeans, and topless. He sat down on the stairs and she kneeled between his legs. Jesus, but the man's cock was so big, he could give himself blow job, but it was Kat's job to suck black cocks. She grabbed his cock again and pulled the head to her lips, letting her tongue twirl around the crown her mom had been sucking just an hour earlier. Long reached out and pinched her hard nipples sending pangs of lust through her body.

Kat couldn't imagine there were cocks bigger then Hercules West of Amos the mailman's, but her old principal was half again as long. He was a freak of nature! There was no way any woman could service this cock properly yet she felt obligated to try. She relaxed her throat and let the old man's fat cock head punch past her uvula and tonsils. She pulled back then swallowed deep again. Uvula, tonsils, and larynx. “Suck that black cock good now, Mrs. Jones,” ordered the old man. Uvula, tonsils, larynx, and trachea. “Deeper.” Uvula, tonsils, larynx, trachea, and esophagus. “Deeper slut.” Kat bobbed her head following Mr. Long's orders. Uvula, tonsils, larynx, trachea, and esophagus, she thought over and over again shortening it to U T L T E as she bobbed her head more rapidly. UTLTE, UTLTE. The deeper she went, the better his cock smelled. It reeked of sex, stinking of sperm and pussy (her MOM'S!). The sperm smelled both fresh and old and her eyes could see flakes of dried cum all over the lower third of his cock. Wherever her lips touched, his cock turned shiny and clean.

Kat pictured Long laying nude on her dad's side of the bed with her mother kneeling between his legs sucking this freak of a nigger cock and the image in her mind was close to what had actually happened just over an hour earlier. The unwashed stink and the flakes of old sperm suggested a long night of sex. She inhaled deeply through her nose. The stench was horrible yet also addictive and she exhaled quickly, so that she could take in more of the smell. What a privilege it was to suck such a magnificent cock. She looked up at him and winked. The look he returned was condescending, but he nodded his approval and she continued sucking more then two thirds of his shaft. “Use them big Cox titties,” he told her.

Kat nodded, almost choking with the thick shaft down her throat. She pulled back up so that just the cock head was in her mouth and hefted her breasts around the shaft. She squeezed them together and bounced them up and down over his cock while sucking the head. Kat pinched her nipples between her fingers while she titty fucked him. He smirked in approval, but still looked at her like she was just a slut, a tool whose purpose was to service his cock. And he was right! His cock swelled along with her realization that this was what she was born to do. The huge snake-like cock thicked and straightened out some more. The head grew to and almost got caught in her esophagus. Kat pulled back quickly just as the old man's hot seed exploded into her mouth, swelling her cheeks out like a balloon, sperm flowing like a river down her relaxed throat muscles and into her belly.

Principal Long's seed was ambrosia to her mouth. It tasted better then anything she'd ever had before. It was pumping out of the huge shaft faster then she could swallow. Sperm shot from her mouth and Kat was forced to release it, getting her face covered by a blast of hot cum just as the head cleared her lips. She kept bouncing her tits over his cock and it kept cumming. Jet after jet of sperm splattered on her face or flew into her open mouth. Sometimes it flew up a foot to fall back down, splattering all over her tits. “Who got you hooked on the black dick?” he asked, gasping for air.
Kat was still titty fucking him. “Hercules West,” she told him, planting her lips over the still spurting cock head, gulping down a few more mouthfuls.

“Ah yes, the COCKS one time football star that your sister screwed over.... DAMN GURL! You're draining those old balls good.”

Kat finally released her tits, his cock falling down to smack him on his belly and chest, giving one last violent spasm that covered his neck and upper chest in white semen. She closed her eyes focusing on her last mouthful of cum, enjoying the taste of it on her tongue before she finally gulped it down. Kat licked her lips. “And Amos Flynn, my mailman. She stood, rising a little unsteadily to her feet.

Long reached his hand out and she helped him up off the steps. He struggled to rise. He was an old man after all. As he stood, his cock fell down sticking out and bent down. She had the absurd notion that if he were to fall forwards, his cock would prop him up like a kickstand or a tripod. “I'd like to hear all about it,” he said, still holding her hand. He brought her hand down to his cock and placed it on it. She immediately grasped his shaft. Long beckoned for her to go upstairs and she led the way, pulling him by his cock.

**********

Candy wished she'd been able to go to the game or better yet accompanying her lover on his trip to New Orleans. She'd gone years without sex and with the exception of being lonely on Valentines day and some other holidays, hadn't really missed it. Now that she was getting it regularly and from a humongously large black cock, she wasn't sure she could go a day without it. Willie Long had woken up all her many years dormant sexual desires and she felt thirty years younger.

Candy parked at the Westside Healthcare and shook her head sadly at the somewhat decrepit building. It was a shame these poor seniors had to live like this. She entered the front door. Doris was at the front desk and smiled when she saw who was coming in the door. “I'm glad you're here,” said the black nurse.

“Nice to be back,” said Candy. She had the impression, Doris wouldn't have been surprised to never have seen her again.

“Mr. Holmes was asking for you earlier. It seems you made quite the impression on him.”

Candy felt her cheeks flush a little. “Oh good, he was quite the sweetheart.”

“I'm glad,” said Doris, sitting back at the desk. “Mr. Holmes doesn't get many visitors and for a ninety year old man, he has all his facilities and could use some company.”

“I'll go check on him now,” replied Candy and for some reason she felt her nipples harden beneath her blouse at the thought of seeing the elderly man again. Another old black man was strolling down the hall purposely towards her. He appeared mid-eighties, but was Coxville fit. His straight back and baring suggested a military history as did the cocked veteran's hat on his head. “Hello,” she said as he passed.

The man froze and turned towards her. His eyes fell on her face and then down to her breasts and her newly engorged nipples poking out her white blouse. “No offense ma'am,” he said, practicality shouting and Candy saw a hearing aid in the man's ear. “But you are exactly what I'm fighting for.” He stood up rigidly straight and saluted her.

“Thank you soldier,” she replied, saluting him back. His hat had KWVA on it. He was a Korean war vet. Candy's eyes roamed down his body. The old man was impressively muscular and fit beneath his army green tee-shirt. The handle of a firearm was sticking out of one pocket. Candy took a step back in alarm before her brain registered that it was plastic and clearly a toy.

“Sergeant Frank Black at your service.” He broke his salute and nodded at her. “Sorry ma'am, but I need to resume my patrol. I'm not sure if you've heard, but the Chinks have crossed the border to aid the Gooks. Stay safe.” He spun on his heel and marched off.

Candy watched him storm off, saluting Doris as he passed, turning down the next hall. Doris walked towards her. “Mr. Black suffers from dementia,” she explained. “Thinks the war is still on. Apparently he lost a brother in Korea at some point and his mind reverted back to that point.”

“How sad,” said Candy, bringing her hand up to her chest in concern.

“All the stories here are sad, Mrs. Cox,” said Doris. “But Frank's is worse then most. Come, I'll escort you to Mr. Holmes room. Mr. Kuhn has been up to his tricks and....

“BARAKUNDE!” Candy screamed as the naked black man startled her. “BARAKUNDE!” He reached out and grabbed her breasts. “HONK HONK!” He jumped back, an absolutely massive black cock swung up, hardening before him. He grabbed it and started jerking off looking at Candy's breasts. Her nipples were poking out her top even further after he'd squeezed them.

“Get in your room now, Mr. Kuhn,” ordered Doris.

He kept stroking his cock and turned it to face the black nurse. “BARAKUNDE!” He took off running down the hall still jerking his cock off.

“Miserable horny old goat,” grumbled Doris. “Please don't let him scare you off.” She turned to look at Candy who was still frozen in shock. “Oh... I guess you've never seen a black man's penis before. I know it can be quite a shock for....”

Candy's laughter interrupted the black woman. She laughed so hard, she had to wipe tears from her eyes. “Sorry, but that was quite amusing.”

“Thank god. You wouldn't be the first person he scared off. Barry Kuhn is quite harmless.”

“What on earth is Barakunde? The name of his penis?”

Now it was Doris' turn to laugh. “No, he turned militant black in the '60s and thought he needed a more African sounding name. He's always been a nudist, exposing himself to the nurses and female occupants, but only in the last week or so did it start getting erect. I even caught old Gloria Adams with her false teeth out giving the old fart a blow job.”

“You're kidding?

“Nope. And he's been masturbating it all over the place, several times daily leaving quite a mess in his wake. Anyway, I'd better go round him up. You remember where Mr. Holmes room is?”

“I do. Thanks Doris.” Candy walked the short distance to Mr. Holmes room and knocked. “Knock knock.” George sat up straight in his chair when she entered the room, a grin spreading across his face. The blanket over his lap even started tenting. “You look happy to see me, George.”

“I am, I am, young lady. I was worried you wouldn't be coming back.” George reached out and grabbed his oxygen mask taking a deep breath from it.

Candy closed the door and pulled the privacy curtain out to block the view of any one coming into the room. “But Mr. Holmes, how could I not come back to visit after you promised to let me titty fuck that big black cock of yours.” Candy started seductively unbuttoning her white blouse in front of him, even swaying her hips a little.

George gulped and took another deep breath of oxygen. There was a nose plug attachment and he fumbled to grab it, sticking them in his nose just when she pulled her blouse off. The tent under the blanket bucked a couple times.

Candy smiled at the old man. He was staring intently at her straining bra. She unhooked it and the cups flew off her breasts. Coxville tits did not want to be constrained. She pulled the bra off and he gulped staring at her erect nipples. “I can't wait to wrap these around your big black cock,” she moaned, hefting each breast and kissing her nipples. Candy couldn't believe how slutty she was acting, but the elderly man appeared to be enjoying every second of it. “Your hot cum tasted soooo goood, Mr. Holmes. I can't wait to taste some more and have you cum all over my big white tittys.”

George yanked the blanket off his lap, he was wearing ratty old pajama bottoms again. His cock was straining to rip it's way out. Now it was Candy's turn to gulp as she remembered the magnificent 90 year old weapon beneath those pajamas. She licked her lips. Nothing she'd said to tease him was a lie. She did want to taste more of his seed. “All of it,” rasped the old man, breathing oxygen. “I want to see all of you.”

Candy hesitated a moment and then nodded. She was wearing black slacks which she unbuttoned and wiggled down over her hips. He rasped again when her panty appeared. “You okay?” she asked worried, it might be too much for the old man.

“Never better,” he replied, reaching out and turning the oxygen level up, but his eyes never left her body.

Candy kicked her shoes off and pushed her slacks all the way down until she could step out of them. She spun around and bent forwards sliding her panty down. The man watching her hacked and coughed at the sight of her plump but firm rear end. As she pulled her panty down her thighs she was flashing him a nice shot of her beaver too. She could feel the dampness in her panty as she pushed it down her ankles. Her arousal was growing too, she could feel it coating her labia and dripping off her clit. Candy stood and stepped out of the panty. She turned around.

“Dayumn Candy Cox,” he wheezed, straining to breath in through the nose plugs. “That's the loveliest sight these old eyes have ever seen.”

“Thank you, Mr. Holmes,” she replied, truly flattered. She'd always looked good and had gotten plenty of compliments wearing the skimpy cheerleading uniform at Kat's barbecue the other week. Since then, she'd been dropping pounds from the near constant sexual activities with Willie Long, not to mention eating a lit less as his sperm protein shakes filled her belly every morning. Some of her wrinkles were even disappearing and the only thing she was doing differently to take care of her skin was rubbing her black lover's seed all over her body.

“No, thank you,” he said, his eyes roaming her beautiful voluptuous body from top to bottom.

Candy walked forwards and knelt before him. He raised his hips off the chair as she pulled his pajamas off. She whimpered a little when his huge cock sprang up. In a way, she liked it even better then Willy's. Holmes' cock was a fat straight steel hard massive log of a penis where Long's had this elongated snake-like cock that actually bent like it was slithering. Candy straightened her back and lifted her breasts on top his thighs, pulling his cock up and squeezing her breasts between his shaft.
“Thank you, Mr. Holmes,” she said again, meaning it. “Thank you for letting me service your big black cock.” Candy truly felt like she was the lucky one getting to play with his black monster dick. She paused waiting for him to speak, expecting him to reply, “No, thank you,” again.

“You're welcome Mrs. Cox,” he said instead.

Candy nodded and bent her head down to the tip of his cock. The only thing not perfect about it was the wrinkly foreskin, she much preferred a bald helmeted tip. She wrapped her lips around the head and bobbed her head sucking and slurping around it, her tongue pushing the foreskin down so she could taste the bare skin of his cock head. She worked her saliva glands hard, licking and sucking the throbbing knob at the tip of his cock, letting her spittle run out of her mouth and down the shaft. She felt the insides of her breasts turn wet and started hefting them up and down the old man's cock timed to match her bobbing head.

George's hands curled up like he really did have bad arthritis as she continued servicing his cock. He moaned and rasped, his lips curling back in a grimace, revealing his yellowed and missing teeth. Candy watched the expressions of pure pleasure cross his face and knew she was doing the right thing helping this old man. She pulled up and released her breasts, taking the entirety of his cock down her throat. He bucked his hips in surprise. Without Willy to practice on, she never could have swallowed such a monstrosity and George's thickness was straining her throat to the max. Candy pulled back letting her throat constrict and relax before swallowing him deep again. She bobbed her head rapidly feeling his cock swell even larger, squeezing her tits back around it just as he started to cum.

George's first load overwhelmed her, blowing her cheeks out and squirting semen from around her lips before she could swallow. The next wad filled her her mouth too quickly and she had to release the spurting head for a moment to catch her breath. Sperm shot up to spray her face, falling back down to splatter all over her breasts. Candy clamped her mouth back down over the head, gulping his cum down as fast as he could shoot it, using her breasts to milk every last drop of his seed out.

George Holmes threw his head back rasping for air. Candy looked up at him, her lips still around his cock head. It throbbed in her mouth, but had quit spurting his seed out. It was at it's maximum hardness just after cumming. She wanted it. Candy pushed herself up off his chair and straddled his legs guiding his hard cock inside her. They both moaned in delight as she sank down into his lap. “Is this okay?” she asked, hoping the old man could handle another round.

“Sweet Jesus yes,” rasped George. He looked down and let his head fall forwards to bury itself in her breasts, tongue and lips finding a nipple to suckle. Candy gasped and came all over his cock, bending her head to kiss the liver spots coating his bald head.

“Gonna fuck this cock good,” she moaned, riding him. This couldn't be wrong. It felt too good to be wrong and she'd been worried about not getting her nightly and morning dose of big black cock with Willy gone. Here was a cock more designed to take care of her needs at ninety then her late husband's penis had been at twenty. She came again, her pussy ballooning up around the entire shaft before clamping down to squeeze every square inch of it. “Oh god! Oh god!” she moaned, trying not to scream in pleasure. “Love this big black cock, George.”

George took his mouth off her nipple. He sat back in his chair and grabbed her hip, pushing her back so that he could take in as much of her hot body as possible. “And my black cock loves your sexy white body.” His face scrunched up, lips curling back to show his ugly teeth again just before Candy's womb flooded with the old man's sperm

Instead of ballooning up, this time her pussy just clamped down hard around the spurting shaft, her vaginal muscles grasping and pulling inwards along his cock, trying to get every drop of his seed as deep inside her as possible. Candy came with each spurt of his cock, multiple orgasms exploding every time his seed sprayed her womb and not ending until his cock finally fell still and began to shrink.

Candy finally quit shaking and opened her eyes. George Holmes was staring back at her and he was crying, tears of joy running down his cheeks. She leaned down and kissed his lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth. For a brief moment, his cock hardened again inside her, but then it resumed shrinking, a third time to much for the ninety year old black man. She broke the kiss. “Thank you for letting me fuck you,” she told him.

“You're welcome,” he replied. “This old cock is yours any time.”

Candy's body suddenly shook as one final orgasmic tremor shot through her body. After that, she slowly rose up off his cock and cupped her hands between her legs as she ran to his bathroom.

**********

For the last fifteen minutes, Willie Long had sat on the edge of Candy's bed watching his cock slowly rise. It was such a monster that the dangling head touched the floor and for him to get an erection, it took a lot of blood flow and beats of his heart. It was lifting up now like a giant snake coming to life.

“After the barbecue, I couldn't stop thinking about what Hercules had done to me, but I was struggling to stay faithful to Nathan plus I'm on fertility pills.”

Long's cock leaped up a foot at that. The thought of putting a baby in Kat's hot body had his cock aching with need to plant it's seed even though Herc West had probably beat him to the prize. “Nathan shooting blanks?” he asked, looking at the bathroom door.

“Low sperm count,” said Kat from the bathroom. “We been trying awhile now.”

“And after the barbecue?”

“Like I mentioned, I didn't want to cheat on Nathan again even though my body was craving more of that big cock between Hercules' legs. I ordered a large black dildo online to keep me satisfied...”

Willie's eyes grew wide when as she told him about her encounter with her mailman. He and Amos Flynn were old friends and used to share interracial videos with each other back in the 70s and later Willie would go over for drinks at Amos' house and watch DVDs eventually streaming movies of Amos' son LD's interracial movies. The first movies were set up so that the white actress's expression when she first saw his cock was caught on film. LD won a lot of AVA awards and most of his actresses won too for how convincing their on screen orgasms were. Kat had bought one of LD's life sized dildoes.

“And after Amos and Herc used me, Amos left and Herc took me back to my bedroom and fucked me three more times, planting his seed twice more in my womb and once in my ass. I had to talk to someone and thought I'd tell mom that I'd cheated on Nathan, but not with a bl...” Kat opened the door and found herself staring at his erect cock. “OH MY GOD!” She took two steps forwards and fell to her knees before it, trying to take the head in her mouth.

Long grabbed the lengthy shaft and smacked her on the head with the end. “No, I want that sweet white pussy this time. Get on the bed.”

Kat nodded and stood. She looked over the bed. “No, not here,” she said, grabbing the end of his cock. “Not in my parents marital bed.” She didn't want to be taken by a black man on the bed she was conceived in. “Follow me.”

Her old principal looked angry for a moment at being disobeyed, but he nodded and rose letting her lead him by his cock down the hall to another room. It was her old bedroom. He'd been in there already, snooping around. He'd found an old pair of panties in her dresser and sniffed them, but they just smelled of dust and faintly of detergent. He'd fantasized about seeing Katherine Cox nude the second he laid eyes on her in high school, but that was before he'd wired the building with hidden cameras and he never got his chance.

The bedroom was still decorated to her taste with the exception of a large tread machine taking up most of the floor space. The bed still looked like a teenage girl lived here, but was frozen in the 90s. The bedspread was pink with a stuffed teddy bear and unicorn propped on the pillow. The walls were adorned with several posters, Lance Bass, Mario Lopez, Johnny Depp as Edward Scissorhands and Depp again with Decaprio from the Gilbert Grape movie. Decaprio appeared again in a Titanic poster.

Kat giggled. “I feel like a school girl again, hiding a boy from my parents.”

Long smacked her ass cheek hard enough she gave a little jump. “Ever hid a black boy from your parents?”

“God no,” she said, crawling on her bed and wiggling her ass at him. “They would have freaked out. I lost my virginity in this bed.”

He smacked her ass again. “On your back. I want you to watch me.” He climbed on as she rolled over.
“Who took your virginity?”

“Edgar Child.”

“That panty waste?” Long sneered. Edgar Child was one of those 90s sissy boys. He had a girlish figure and wore dark eye make up. He looked up at the poster of Depp again and shook his head in disgust. To have a hot bodied slut like Kat Cox defiled by a girly man like that disgusted him. “Did Mr. Child have a cock like this?” Long kneeled between her legs and slapped his cock down on her upper torso. The huge knobby end fell between her breasts.

Showing how deep it was going go in her gave Kat second thoughts. “No,” she laughed, looking nervously down the length of the black shaft on her body. “He had a cock... he had a penis like a... childs.” Edgar's little penis didn't even reach the top of her blonde pubes.

Long laughed with her. “I bet he did. Anyone else?” Long worked himself back on the bed, his serpentine cock slithering down her body.

“I gave my first blow job to Nathan here on his 21st birthday,” she said, watching his cock head recede from her breasts.

“Tell me slut, you much prefer sucking black cock don't you?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “Nathan's semen was so runny. I spit it out it tasted so nasty.”

“And the seed of the black man?”

“So good,” she trembled, almost cumming as she thought of all the black loads she'd swallowed. “So rich and thick as pudding, so good, so addictive, I like sucking black cock.”

“Look at your body, Kat. It was built to take black cock. Your pathetic white men with their little pricks and weak runny seed can't please you, can't even swell that belly with a baby. This is what you need Kat and the sooner you realize it, the happier you'll be.” He pushed down on the end of his shaft, her pussy lips spreading open around the head of his cock. She gasped in shock and pleasure. “You belong to the black man. Now It's time to really lose you virginity in this bed.” Kat screamed as he pushed in deep. “Who do you belong to Kat?”

Kat was breathing heavily through her open mouth. Her head was turned sideways, staring at the picture of Kate and Leo on the Titanic. That movie was the basis for all her romantic notions since Nathan had taken her to see it on her 21st birthday. “Black men,” she told both her old principal as well as the romantic notions of her past. “I belong to black men.” A sense of relief flooded through her body at her admission. “I was built for black cock,” she admitted to herself. Long was right, she felt happier admitting it as any guilt she'd had cheating on her pathetic husband left her forever. “Fuck this slut, Willie.”

Long fed her a few more inches. Her shit was tight and the deeper he got the more his cock had to work at stretching her open. He leaned over her working about three quarters of his monster cock in and out of her tight pussy. She was huffing and puffing beneath him, reminding him of a woman giving birth. Her face was even red and straining, sweat glistening on her forehead. But still, she was bucking her hips up into his thrusts, her pussy naturally squeezing his cock and trying to pull it in deeper. She moaned and tensed up as an orgasm wracked her body. He took the opportunity to push his cock further into her womb until he was balls deep. Kat's whimpers of pleasure from her orgasm turned into a scream as her orgasm grew in intensity and number. Her pussy writhed and constricted around his cock soaking his shaft, her cum running down his balls. “Good?” he asked, chuckling.

“Uh huh,” she grunted staring wide eyed at her Titanic poster. Kat suddenly turned and looked at the old black man. She reached up and grabbed his bald head, pulling him down onto her lips and kissing him passionately and deeply. Her hips humped into him while they kissed. “I've never cum like that before,” she told him in awe when she broke the kiss. Kat pulled him down again and pushed her tongue between his lips. Her humping thrusts turned more frantic. She moaned when Long began working his cock.

Long pushed himself up. Kat laid still watching him. One hand came up to caress his chest, fingers sliding through his wisps of gray chest hairs. Her hand fell down when he rose to his knees. She watched him intensely as he cupped her knees and lifted her ass. His hips began moving, his cock thrusting in and out of her formerly monogamous pussy. “Damn,” he grunted. “Gonna fuck this pussy good.”

“Do it,” she hissed at him. “Fuck my white pussy. Gimme that big nigger cock.”

Willie's cock was so big, he couldn't fuck her with the full length. He'd only pulled about a third to half out before slamming it back in deep. He picked up speed, fucking her fast and hard, the young woman crying out in orgasmic pleasure every ten thrusts or so. His face looked strained and sweat beaded his forehead. Kat didn't know how the old man could maintain such a pace. Nathan would have squirted after a dozen thrusts, but Willie Long fucked her hard and fast for a good fifteen minutes. “OHFUCK!” he yelled, pushing his cock in hard and leaving it there.

Suddenly Kat Jone's womb felt like a swimming pool filled with hot black sperm. She could feel the entire length of his shaft convulsing like a fire hose as it continued pumping her full of sperm. Her resulting orgasm was as big as the one she'd had when he first buried his cock in her. The orgasm was so plasurable and intense, Kat wasn't sure when it began to hurt, but it felt like her womb was an expanding water balloon about to pop at any time. “Pull it out,” she begged.

Willie knew what was happening and quickly pulled half his cock out, but it was still bucking and pumping sperm. He quickly pushed her legs up and pushed on her thighs until she slid back on the bed and his cock flew clear of her pussy. It immediately sprang up launching a long spray of sperm that covered her from her face to her belly. His cock continued jerking, jet after jet of his seed baptising the young woman.

Kat moaned contentedly, feeling her womb contract, forcing a torrent of semen to run out of her pussy and soak her childhood bedroom. “Wow,” she said.

“Wow yourself,” replied Willie, gasping for breath. He stumbled to his feet a little unsteadily. Kat looked over at him, staring in awe at the plump cock now dangling between his legs. “I gotta get moving. You'd better wash these sheets.” He waited until she nodded then left for the master bath to take a shower.

**********

Candy Cox thumbed through the files at the Nurse's station. “Whatcha looking for?” asked Doris.

Candy glanced over at the black nurse. “A friend of mine wanted me to check up on someone here, but he only told me his nickname, Kielbasa.”

Doris laughed. “Kyle Basa. He's in room 42. Been here ten years.”

Candy thanked Doris and walked down the hall to room 42. She was starting to grow concerned. She'd only visited here twice now and these old folks weren't getting a lot of visitors. Most of them were probably lonely. Luckily, a few could socialize with each other and the common room had a dozen or so people in it. The door to room 42 was open. She knocked on it as she walked in. There was no answer, then she heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door opened. The black man walked out and did a double take at seeing the buxom blonde smiling at him. “Well what do we have here?” he asked, shuffling towards the bed. He was holding an IV stand and he pushed it before him.

“Mr. Basa, I'm Candy Cox. I'm a new volunteer here.”

“Help me into the bed,” he told her when her reached it. She ran up and took one arm. “You know this is a home for black folks, right?”

“I do.” She fought off tears from welling up in her eyes. Basa had once been a powerfully built man, now age or some illness had ravaged his body. Skin hung loosely from what once had been hard muscles. Young and standing tall, he'd probably been well over six feet, now he was hunched over and looked wizened. Young this man would probably have rivaled Coach Black in size and build. He was wearing a hospital gown and nothing else. “I'm a friend of Willie Longs.”

“Is that so?” Basa laid down, looking like he might sleep at any moment.

“Yes, he asked me to check up on you.” Candy slid a stool over and sat beside the old man, cupping his hand between hers. “I'm sure you don't remember, but I'm the girl that saved him from the election day riot back in the seventies.”

“Is that a fact? I remember old Willie Long Dong telling me about the sexy white hippie chick that saved him from the white mob. Didn't say he ever saw you again though.”

“We just reconnected and are quite close now. It's funny, but he asked me to check up on you, but didn't even tell me your real name. He just called you Kielbasa.”

“Kyle's fine. Nobody but Willie still calls me Kielbasa since I quit truckin.” Basa smiled at the memories. The smile turned to a look of perplexity. “You say you're close, how close?”

Candy smiled. “Very close. We're dating.”

“Dayumn! How long I been in here?”

Candy laughed. “It's all good, Kyle. Willie and I connected at my daughter's barbecue party a few weeks back and have been seeing each other ever since.”

“That's great, amazing even. I don't think Willie has been with a woman since Rachel died.”

“I'm widowed too and you're right, it's been amazing.”

Kyle looked down to Candy's breasts and shook his head in disbelief that this fine creature was dating old man Willie. “Might I say that you are one hot mama.”

“Thank you,” replied Candy with a smile.

“And might I also say that if you ever get tired of old Willie's old willy, there's a big dark German sausage willing to take his place.” Kyle winked at her.

Candy raised her eyebrows. “Bold aren't we?”

“At my age, what has one got to lose?” Kyle Basa's laugh turned into a hacking cough.

Candy released his hand and moved her hand over to the hem of his gown. She slid under it and rested her hand on one old knobby knee. His eyebrows rose in surprise at her touch. “Actually, Mr. Basa, Willie wanted me to show his old friend a little extra affection.” Her hand slid up his thigh, her fingers closing around the end of a fat shaft. Candy smiled when she felt it swell at her touch. Judging by his looks, she wasn't sure the old man could have handled it, but part of him sure seemed eager. She stroked his growing cock. “Provided you're up for it and it feels like you're up for it.”

Kyle Basa gulped. “Oh I'm up for it,” he said reaching down and pulling the gown up until he revealed her hand on his cock. He'd never seen a white woman's hand holding his black shaft. On one long haul down I69, he'd met a white woman who seemed eager enough. He'd kissed her and she'd grabbed his crotch, but his cock had scared her off after he'd whipped it out.

Candy stroked it a few more times. Kyle Basa was big and it did resemble it's German sausage namesake in thickness. His cock was also dark black, darker then Willie or George. “You have a nice cock, Mr. Basa. It's so big and hard.” She slowly jerked it, watching precum spurt from the tip.

He watched her hand on his cock too, seemingly fascinated by it. “Funny, but that old cock's been dead to the world for a decade until just a few weeks ago when it rose from the dead one night and it's been rising ever since. It's like I'm eighteen again.”

Candy furrowed her brows. George had said something similar to her. She released his cock. It stood sticking up and out, slightly bent downward, wobbling in the air. She stood and walked over to the door, shutting it and putting the do not disturb sign out. Candy removed her top as she walked back towards the black man. “Now Mr. Basa. I'm not sure how much you can take so we'll go slow at first. I'm just going to jerk you off today and if you can handle that without too much trouble, I'll suck you off the next time and after that... well we will see.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Kyle, nodding eagerly.

“Well then,” said Candy smiling and winking at the old man as she grabbed the thick shaft with one hand. “I hope that me and this nice fat cock are going to be close friends.” She pulled it towards her and leaned down to kiss the head. He gasped and a little spurt of precum coated her lips. Candy pulled back and licked her lips. He tasted really good! She bent back down and wrapped her lips around his cock head, sucking the tip of his dark black cock and feeling another squirt of precum strike her tongue.
She sucked the head hard and fast, working her saliva up and slobbering all over Kyle's cock. Her spit dribbled down the sides reaching her fingers and she slowly started jerking his shaft, lubricating it up.

Kyle groaned and she looked up at him in alarm. “It's all good,” he said reassuringly.”

Candy smiled and sat up, satisfied his cock was wet enough, she could jerk him off. Her hand slid up to the head and down to the base. His cock helped, dribbling copious amounts of precum every couple jerks of her hand. Her tongue ran across her lips as she stared at her hand now rapidly jerking his fat black cock. “You doin alright, old timer,” she asked without looking up at him.

“Just fine, sexy mama. Just fine.”

“I'd like to step up your therapy a bit. Can you sit up?”

Basa struggled to rise and Candy helped him sit up and swing his legs over the side. His slick cock jutted out before him, now perfectly straight like a fat black salami. Candy sat on a wheeled chair and scooted between his legs. She put her face in his lap and started sucking his cock again. She thought he was groaning, but realized it was her throat making the noise as she lustfully sucked his cock head. His precum had whetted her appetite for his load and she was eagerly sucking his cock desperate for his rich semen.

Kyle had a thick cock and he was hard to suck. She gave it her best, but each time the head pushed past her tonsils, she wanted to gag. She settled on sucking just the head and an inch or so while rapidly stroking the rest of his shaft. Eventually, her arms grew tired. Candy arched her back and heaved her boobs up around his shaft squeezing his black pole between her heavy white breasts. He looked wide eyed in wonder as she started bouncing her breasts along his shaft, bending her head down and sucking the knobby head of his cock again.

Candy felt his cock head swell in her mouth and she started hefting her breasts faster along his shaft. The old black man grunted and wheezed. She took her mouth off his cock and looked up at him in alarm, but he appeared fine. Just as she turned her face back down, his cock head exploded. Hot cum splattered all over her face dripping back down to the top of her bosom. She quickly opened her mouth and brought it down around his cock head. Her mouth filled with his hot seed and she gulped it down only to have her mouth fill again. His cock was jerking, trying to buck out of control, but it was trapped between her breasts. It continued pumping mouthful after mouthful of hot sperm into her thirsty mouth and she swallowed every bit. His sperm was delicious and addictive. Her belly felt full, but she wanted more. She released her breasts and brought her hands down around his shaft trying to milk every last bit of his seed from the shaft while taking half a foot of his cock down her throat. It quit spurting and then it quit leaking. Candy finally released the monster, but stared at it lustfully in all it's post orgasm, swollen glory. “God I want to fuck this thing so bad,” she stated, licking sperm from around her lips.

“Do it hot mama,” said Mr. Basa. He spun around and laid back on his bed, holding his cock up.

Candy stared at it for just a moment before scrambling into bed with the old man. She spread her legs and squatted over the fat black cock eager to get it inside her before it stated shrinking back down. He shook the base of his shaft so that the head slid along her wet slit. Candy lowered herself and they both moaned as her pussy lips engulfed the fat cock head. She fell forwards onto her knees and the old man's monster cock shoved itself deep in her pussy.

“Been too god damn long,” complained Kyle, reaching up to squeeze the base of her tits as she bounced in his lap.

“Fuck fuck fuck me. So nice and thick,” moaned Candy, slamming her pussy down hard in his crotch and holding still as her first orgasm made her body tremble. “So fucking good,” she muttered after the tremors had ceased. “You'll never go a long time again, Mr. Basa.” She bent down and kissed his lips. He kissed back and lustfully tongued her, not caring that her face was still covered in his sperm. “This pussy is yours whenever you kielbasa wants it.” She arched her back and started working her pussy along his shaft while he took advantage of her out thrust nipples and sucked them between his lips. “FUCK!” she cried. “Cumming!” Her pussy clenched tight around his shaft before her fluids ran out to soak his balls.

“What happened to going slow the first time?” he asked, causing her to laugh.

She sat up bouncing her pussy hard and fast in his lap, cumming several more times. The old man gasped and grabbed her hips, pulling her down hard into his lap and holding her tight. Suddenly her womb was full and then fuller and fuller until it began to hurt. She pushed his arms off her hips and rose up a little relaxing the pressure in her womb. His cock head sprayed her cervix triggering a huge orgasm that sent spasms through her uterus. “WOW!” she cried, when his cock finally began shrinking inside her.

“Wow yourself hot mam,” he replied, letting his hands roam all over her white tit flesh waist and belly.

Candy raised herself off the deflated cock and it fell with a large smacking sound across his stomach. She made it off the bed before she began to leak too bad and raced for the bathroom.

It took her along time to clean up and when she returned from the bathroom, Candy froze in surprise. Kyle was standing up holding the IV stand with one hand and stroking his hard cock with the other. It was slick and glistening with lotion of some sort. “Mr. Basa! What's this?”

“Please Candy. I want to fuck you some more. There's one more thing I want to do.”

“Are you sure you're up for this,” she asked with concern. Her heart broke seeing this once powerful man standing nude before her, his skin sagging where once firm muscles had stood. The only powerful muscle he had left was the big cock in his hand.

He released his cock and pushed down on the head so that it bobbed proudly before her. “Looks like I'm up for it.”

“Okay then,” she replied still looking at the old man anxiously. She walked over to him.

“Get on all fours,” he ordered. Candy climbed back onto the bed and this time got on her hands and knees. Kyle wheeled the IV stand around to the other side of the bed and climbed up behind her. She felt his huge cock resting between her ass cheeks while he adjusted his kneeling position. His cock slid down her ass and soon the head was putting pressure back on her pussy lips. He penetrated her and began fucking her slow and steadily while pulling her hips back into his thrusting cock.

“Unh unh unh,” grunted Candy each time his cock pushed deep. Soon she was fucking him back and he released her hips. She pushed back into his cock harder and faster until she came again, collapsing forwards onto her folded arms with her ass thrust up in the air.

Basa's cock slid back as she fell forwards. He pulled back, freeing his slick cock and watching it fly up.
He stared at what he thought was a lovely sight, the beautiful white woman's puckered anus. “There was one thing I always wanted to do before I died,” he said, quietly.

“Ummmm,” moaned Candy, content from her orgasm. “What's that?”

Kyle hefted his cock and brought the head over to rest on her rosebud. He ran the head over it waiting for her to protest before beginning to apply pressure to her sphincter. She jerked forward as the pressure grew and he stopped feeling dejected. He'd been with many women, but none had ever let him fuck their ass with his fat monster of a cock. He began guiding the cock back down to fuck her pussy some more.

Candy kept her head on the mattress, but brought her arms behind her. She grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them open. “Of course you can fuck my ass, Mr. Basa.”

His cock head was back on her rosebud in half a second quickly applying pressure worried she would change her mind. If this woman was into anal sex, she was dang near perfect. He heard her grunt as her sphincter slowly opened for him. Her body jerked away again, but he held her hip and kept her steady. She didn't protest and soon his cock head pushed through. She wasn't sobbing or crying, but her cheeks were red from the strain. Kyle had seen old Willy Long Dong plenty of times and guessed Willy's huge snake cock must have been up in here a time or two to loosen her up. He worked his cock around pushing it in deeper.

“Hmmm fuck that ass, Mr. Basa. Show that white ass what a black cock can do,” she purred. Candy released her butt cheeks and reached out for a pillow to rest her head on.

Kyle growled. He grabbed her hips and pulled her hard into his cock. She whimpered as a good four inches shoved deep inside her. He'd been too aggressive and hurt her. Kyle held still for a moment and began slowly working his cock back and forth, pushing a little deeper with each forward motion. Her ass opened nicely for him and she moaned contentedly. At nine inches, he met resistance. His cock was just to thick for deep penetrating anal sex. Perhaps with constant practice her body would adapt to taking him deep, but for now he was content to just fuck her ass with around three quarters of his cock.

Candy moaned wondering how it was possible for a woman to truly enjoy having black monster cocks shoved up their ass, but she sure as hell did. She raised herself up a little so that she could slide a hand down under her body. It found her pussy and soon she'd diddled herself to another orgasm. Kyle Basa was wheezing again, his rhythmic fucking turning erratic. He gasped and gave one last hard thrust of his cock pushing it the deepest it had been yet and her bowels filled with his hot sperm. He worked it around a couple times. His hands moved to her ass cheeks clenching them tightly as his cock continued to buck and erupt sperm into her ass. His grip on her ass relaxed and then with one last contented grunt, he fell forwards onto her back.

Candy came again and pulled her finger from her wet pussy just as his weight pushed her down hard on her stomach. She breathed heavily feeling his cock shrink and retreat until it plopped free of her anus. “Was that good for you?” she asked, but there was no response. “Mr. Basa?” Oh no! She thought. She wiggled out from under his weight. She couldn't hear him breathing. Candy freed herself as he rolled over onto his back. His eyes were open staring at nothing and there was a broad frozen grin on his face. Oh no! She thought, staring at him. She grabbed his wrist, but could feel no pulse. “Oh no,” she said aloud this time. She slammed her fist down several times on his chest and breathed into his mouth, but there were no signs of life left in the old man.

Candy started to cry and panicked a little. She almost ran out into the hall nude to call for help. After a few minutes, she calmed herself and returned to the bathroom to clean herself up then she gathered up some wet towels to clean all signs of their love making off the old man's body. Afterwards, with difficulty, she rolled the old man over and changed the sheets on the bed. Then dressed him back in the hospital gown.