Coxville Curse 3 progress update

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 like he was about take a shower. “Principal Long, what’s you a 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 than 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 counselor, 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 its 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. Todd turned to look at his teammates, but they weren’t paying any attention and hadn’t seen their girlfriend’s flirting with the black players.

**********

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 hands 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 or 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 than 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 thickened 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 than anything she'd ever had before. It was pumping out of the huge shaft faster than 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 Valentine’s day and some other holidays, hadn't really missed it. Now that she was getting it regularly and from a humongous 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 bearing 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 and his mind reverts back to that point from time to time.”

“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 than 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 listening to Kat tell her story from the bathroom while 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 its 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 dildos.

“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 DiCaprio from the Gilbert Grape movie. DiCaprio 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 makeup. 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... no, he had a penis like a... child’s.” 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 21^st 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 21^st 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 Jones’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 pleasurable 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 baptizing 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 too 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.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she walked up to the nurse’s station. Doris stood and followed Candy back to Kyle’s room. The black nurse was a kind woman. She gave Candy a hug and patted her back. “Death is hard, Mrs. Cox, but it’s something we deal with here on a regular basis.” She broke the embrace and looked down at the old man who for all appearances looked to be sleeping peacefully. “Just look at that smile on his face. I certainly hope to pass on with a grin that big someday.”

**********

Willie Long felt spent soaping around his cock. He turned and let the water clean it. He had wanted to save up his sperm, but he couldn’t pass up a chance to fuck a magnificent creature like Kat Jones. Anyway, he had faith that Damballah would provide all the sperm he needed later on. He stepped out of the shower and dried off. He wrapped the towel around his waist, his cock so long the knobby head and several inches were visible below the towel. He opened the door and stepped into the master bedroom. “Fuck me,” he spoke slowly, drawing it out.

“No fuck me,” said Kat. She was on all fours on her mom’s bed facing away from him so that the site greeting him was her perfectly rounded, perfectly smooth, and perfectly white ass. Her hands were reaching back spreading her cheeks for him. His cock swelled and started rising at the sight of her perfect little brown rosebud and her wet slit. Her pussy was still engorged and red from the hard fucking it had just received and still dribbling sperm. “Or more specifically, fuck my ass,” said Kat.

So much for not wanting to have sex on her parent’s bed,” thought Willie. He spit in his hand and began polishing up the head of his cock as he climbed on the bed and kneeled behind her. He slapped his cock down on her ass several times. It hardened completely as he spanked her with it. “You sure you want this?”

“Yes sir,” she whimpered, jerking her ass away from his slapping cock. “Please, Principal Long. I want it so bad.”

“Dayumn girl, you do doncha? Well, let me lube it up some first.” He bent the shaft back down and pushed the head into her pussy, working it around. She moaned, pushing back to take more of him, trembling as she came. He pulled his juiced up cock out and raised the head to her tightly puckered anus. “Never begged that redneck husband of yours to fuck your ass have you?”

“No,” she muttered into her arms. “NOOOOO!” she said again loud enough she was nearly screaming as her anus spread open around his cock head. “Why bother?” she gasped.

Long chuckled. “Why bother indeed,” he grunted. “Why fuck a little dicked C student?”

“When you can have a big cocked principal,” she grunted out. “Gawd! That’s big!” Kat winced as the massive black cock slid deeper into her ass. He’d shoved in about a third now, enough to start working it in and out. “I woke up this mornin with a hankerin’ for some dark meat.”

“Well you got it slut,” said Long. He slapped his hand down on her right butt cheek. “Now start working that ass.”

Kat obeyed pushing her rear end back into his thrusts. His big black cock was pushing deeper into her. She’d was taking about half or a little more inside her now. “If I had my druthers, I’d be fucking some nigger cock every day from now on.”

Long started pumping her harder. He grabbed her hips pulling her back hard into each thrust of his cock. She squealed several times. “That’s what you should be doing slut,” he growled. “Spread this pussy around to the brothers. Your body was built for some big black nigga dick.”

“YYEESS!” she cried as he shoved his cock in deep and sperm flooded her bowels. She was built for big black cocks! Kat suddenly came hard at the realization. She screamed and then moaned in protest as Long pulled his cock back out of her ass. Sperm splattered down the length of her back before his cock plopped down between her ass cheeks. Even more of his seed, poured out of his cock head, forming a pool in the small on her back. His cock slid down her ass a little as it deflated. “I do declare,” she said still gasping for air, “that you are a much better councilor then my mother, Principal Long.”

“I thank you Mrs. Jones. Now I really need to get going. I need you to clean this mess up for me.”

“Yes sir.”

Long went to the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and tossed it out to Kat. He cleaned his junk off in the sink. He didn’t have the time for another shower. After washing up, he left the bedroom. “Fuck me,” he said again. Kat was laying on her back on the bed. She was pinching one nipple and slowly fingering herself.

“One more time Willie, please?”

His cock swelled and he quickly looked away before his own needs took over. “We’ll fuck again, but I need to get on the road. Next time, I’ll take care of you properly.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” Willie grabbed his clothes and put his shirt on. He could feel her eyes on his cock and it was reacting to her lust for it. He tried to will it to go down. Damn, it was going to be a long drive.

“I could come with you,” she said, sitting up in bed.

“Tempting, but I don’t need any distractions.”

Kat threw herself off the bed and kneeled before Long, grabbing his cock. She stroked it and wrapped her lips around the head. It grew harder before Willie yanked it out of her mouth. “Let’s runaway together? We can fuck every day.”

“Gurl, you’d betray yo momma like that?”

“Only for you Willie,” she said, frowning when he shoved the monster cock down his trousers and zipped up. “Only for you,” she repeated. Kat put her lips on his pants just over the bulge. His cock swelled even more. She reached up to pull his trousers down.

Long stepped back. She looked at him mournfully, eyes pleading with him. “Walking away right now is the hardest thing, I’ve ever done, but I gotta go. Now get this place cleaned up and when I get back, we’ll get together again.” Right after I fuck your sister and niece, he thought, but just thinking about it didn’t help deflate his cock any.

“Yes, sir,” she replied meekly.

Long turned and left the room, going back downstairs. He grabbed his overnight bag on his way out to his car. As he stepped into the car, Long glanced back at the house. Kat was staring down at him from the second floor. It was a large window and her nude body from her thighs up was pressed against the pane, her breasts round circles against the glass. She’d breathed on the glass and was writing out “FUCK ME” on the condensation. She was humping the glass, blonde pubes pressing against the glass, pulling back and pressing forwards. Willie gulped. “Gonna be a long drive,” he sighed, looking away and getting in the car.

It took an hour of driving for the swelling in his cock to finally go down. It had finally gone limp when his phone rang. He answered it and pressed the speaker button. He half expected it to be from Kat begging him to come back, but it was Candy. “Hey sexy mama,” he answered. He heard sobbing through the phone. “What’s wrong babe?”

“Willie, I’m so sorry.” Candy sobbed again. “Kyle’s dead.”

“Who the hell is Kyle?”

“Kyle, your friend. Kyle Basa… Kielbasa. I was with him… when he died.”

“Oh,” he paused. “That’s a shame.” He instantly figured out what had happened and what she meant about being “with him”. “Did he die happy?”

“He looked very happy.”

“That great. Thank you for helping him, Candy. You should know that Kielbasa was given only two months to live about nine months ago. He was clinging to life for some reason despite being in great pain. I’m glad he died happy.”

Candy sobbed again. “Oh god…. That helps me feel better.”

“You did good Candace Cox and I love you for it.”

“I love you too.”

“Now I got held up and got a later start then planned. I’ll text you when I get in New Orleans. See you late tomorrow.”

“Alright Willie, bye.”

“Bye,” he replied, hanging up. “Rest in peace buddy, rest in peace,” he said, reaching out to turn the radio up. He had the game on. It was late in the fourth quarter and the game was tied.

“Samson West just stuffed it in the end zone! And the COCKS take the lead over the Tittsburg Titans.”

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“You can stuff it in my end zone later,” purred Kitty as Samson ran past and they slapped hands.

Samson smirked as he ran past all the other bouncing cheerleaders. Kitty was still pissed at him for fucking her mother, but that wouldn’t stop her from letting him fuck her. He’d done hooked the little slut on the black dick and he could have her whenever he wanted. He was pretty sure her mom wouldn’t resist his advances either and he sure wanted to tap that fine pussy again.

“WEST!”

Samson veered over to the coach. Black was standing tall, arms folded across his broad chest. Todd was standing beside him, holding his helmet in his hand. Todd looked shocked. “Coach?” asked the young black superstar.

“Todd’s benched. You’re quarterbacking the rest of the game.”

“What?” asked Samson, surprised and feeling bad for Todd, but this was his chance to show what he could really do. The old racist white coach before Black would never have put a black man in as quarterback.

“Todd’s good, but his game has been off this year.”

“But I won against Bartown,” whined Todd.

“You won with Samson’s play and you blew the next game and barely one last weeks. Plus, you lost the first two games of the year. Samson’s got the motivation. It’s what’s best for the team, White.”

“SIT DOWN WHITE HOT HANDS.”

Samson looked over at the black players. He wasn’t sure which had shouted it, but all of them were laughing at the new nickname. “Sorry Todd,” he said sincerely.

Todd looked at the cheerleaders, his eyes focusing on Kitty as if looking to her to console him. Then he remembered they were no longer a couple. “You’ve taken everything from me,” he whispered.

“Get out there, West,” barked Coach Black.

“Sorry bro,” said Steve, jogging up. He felt bad for Todd, more for losing Kitty then his team position. Just the thought of his beautiful Patty with one of those obscene Coxville nigger cocks made him sick to his stomach.

“Yeah sorry,” added Brian coming up and patting the dejected looking Todd on the back. “But the Coach is right. I think Samson could take us to the finals.”

Todd slinked back and sat down on the bench. Steve and Brian ran out to the field to join Samson. The bleachers were mostly self-segregated. As Samson took Todd’s position there were gasps from the white bleachers and cheers from the black side. He recognized Samson’s brother Hercules and their father, Ajax standing up shaking their fists in the air. He looked over at the white side wondering what his dad was thinking at that moment. There was a man sitting in the top corner all alone that looked like Harold Summers. That was odd as Harold almost always sat with Todd’s dad and the Russian bitch. Harold appeared to bring a small pair of binoculars up to his eyes aiming them at… his wife Jenny who was laughing beside Coach Black as they stood on the sidelines watching the play. Todd couldn’t blame Mr. Summers, Todd often caught himself staring at her and she’d been the subject of many a masturbatory fantasy. Kitty had even caught him staring at her mom wearing a modest two-piece swimsuit beside their pool and that had nearly broken up with him that afternoon. Mrs. Summers even had this skimpy white form fitting workout outfit that he’d seen once or twice and always turned his teenage dick hard.

“It looks like Samson West is taking the quarterback position,” said the announcer. “Good move on Coach Black’s part. That boy is on fire of late.”

Todd turned his attention back on Samson praying he’d blow the play and that Coach Black would come to his senses, but he didn’t.

“TOUCHDOWN COCKS!” roared the announcer.

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“Go cocks,” said Long. He frowned and played with the dial on the radio. That was the last he heard of the game. He’d lost the station and still had some driving before him. Coach Black was going to text him the final score. In his opinion, Tittsburg should be an easy victory. It was a small town in the northwest corner of Coxville County, about half the size of Coxville, but mostly white. They had none of the black behemoths that his school possessed. Some fine looking women though. Gustav Titts and his wife Astrid had founded the town with Swedish settlers around the same time Cox had started his plantation. The women all had the Swede look with most women leaning towards being tall and slim, with pale skin, blonde or red hair and light eyes. Not to forget big Coxville breasts. The town was still 80-90% Swede stock with the remainder, curiously enough, being Romany stock with darker skin and hair, nearly the polar opposite of the Swedes, but the women were just as beautiful.

He passed a sign. 80 miles to New Orleans. Long reached down and adjusted the radio. He found some Dixieland jazz to put him in the N’awlins mood. He pulled into the city around an hour later and his phone beeped. He glanced down just as the message came up and smiled. The Cocks had another victory.

He was still smiling when he checked into a dive motel and still smiling when he left his room. The old black man strolled down Tulane avenue to Congo Square. “Praise Damballah and his avatar on earth Prospero,” he muttered, bowing his head in prayer. This was a holy spot to his faith and many voodoo practitioners. Outside the square were many shops. He found the one he was looking for and walked across the square towards it. The flashing neon sign that read, Fortune’s Told, beckoned him from the window.

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THE SENIOR BONFIRE

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