Pool Party

Just a quick update, but we got another three Pool Party pics today.

Comic count for Kaoscomics

This was just something I did out of curiosity. I added up the comics that I have sent Kaos that have not been released yet. These are estimates based on an average of 3 panels per page.

Naughty Pictures  64 pages 192 panels 24 weeks
Wife and the Black Gardeners 3 46 pages 138 panels 17 weeks
Son's Best Friend's Dad  46 pages 138 panels 17 weeks
Flag Girls 2 36 pages 108 panels 14 weeks
Flag Girls 3 28 pages 84 panels 11 weeks
Flag Girls 4 31 pages 93 panels 12 weeks
Flag Girls 5 45 pages 135 panels 17 weeks
Doctor Bitch 2  26 pages 78 panels 10 weeks
Lessons From The Neighbor 1 19 pages 57 panels 7 weeks
Lessons 2 15 pages 45 panels 6 weeks
Lessons 3 20 pages 60 panels 8 weeks
Lessons 4 12 pages 36 panels 5 weeks
Lessons 5 29 pages 87 panels 11 weeks
The Boob Job 3  20 pages 60 panels 8 weeks
Hot Tub Hot Wife  32 panels 4 weeks
Tipping the Taxi Driver 32 panels 4 weeks
The Bikini Conspiracy 2 94 pages 282 panels 35 weeks
Lets Make a Deal 32 panels 4 weeks

Total 214 weeks (4.12 years)

Coxville Curse 3 update

Pink lips pressed hard against pink lips. Pamela pressed down harder on Miko. The smaller half Asian girl writhed beneath the more dominant athletic Pamela. Miko’s hips began thrusting upwards as if wishing Pamela had a cock between her legs with which to fuck her. Pamela wished she had a cock to fuck Miko with. She could give Miko a lot of pleasure, but she couldn’t give her the pleasure Leroy’s huge black cock had. Nor could Miko do for Pamela what Leroy or Deon had done for her. “Patience,” she whispered, kissing Miko again. “I have one coming.”

“Oh god,” moaned Miko as Pamela kissed down her neck. “I need Leroy’s cock again.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t find him.” Pamela squeezed Miko’s gorgeous breast, watching the nipple swell up. C cups were on the smallish side in Coxville, but they looked big on Miko’s smaller Asian body. Her own breasts used to be a large C-cup and it took a nearly obsessive daily physical routine to keep them down to their current B-cup size. No amount of exercise would reduce them further and once when Pamela was laid up with a broken leg, they’d ballooned back up to Cs within two weeks and she felt they would have kept growing if she hadn’t started exercising again.

“Knock knock,” said a deep voice outside.

A shiver of lust shook Pamela’s body when she heard the voice. “In here,” she said.

The flap of the tent was pulled aside and the two young women’s noses were immediately filled with the scent of corn chips and beer as fat Deon crawled in to join them. Miko scrunched up her nose in distaste when she saw it was the fat black man joining them. Her arm moved to cover her breasts. He rose up to his knees. Deon’s immense bulk filled most of the tent. “You girls order some nigger cock?” he asked, pulling a stained tee shirt over his head.

Both women were disgusted by Deon’s out of shape torso. Miko was thoroughly turned off by the excess flesh hanging off Deon’s chest and belly. Pamela saw him differently. To her Deon was a lump of dark clay, that with some training, proper dieting, and exercise, she could shape him into a black Adonis. His biceps were already shaped and bigger than any other blacks on the team.

“Ah, no,” answered Miko, “but I am looking for Leroy. Have you seen him?”

“Yeah, he’s around,” said Deon, undoing the strings on his sweat pants.

“Then I’ll get dressed and go find him,” said Miko. “Leave you two alone.” She gave Pamela a glance that spoke volumes. How could you fuck this fat slob? Or Kitty for that matter? The most popular girl in school had taken both Stubby and Deon at the same time yesterday afternoon.

“You ain’t goin nowhere bitch, til you had some of this.” His meaty hand pulled his monster of a cock out of his sweats.

“Don’t talk to me like th…” Miko froze staring at it as if seeing it for the first time. She’d seen it yesterday. He’d fucked Pamela several times in the bed right beside Miko, but she’d been distracted by Leroy’s near constant fucking. Deon was darker skinned then Little Leroy and so was his cock. He held the floppy monstrosity in his hand and shook it. The thick black cock swelled some more.

It grew even bigger when Pamela reached out and grabbed the end. She shifted her position and guided the growing cock towards her mouth. It hardened fully when Pamela’s tongue flickered out to twirl around the head. Pamela stopped for a moment, holding the huge black shaft and staring at the head. Then she kissed it. She kissed the very tip of Deon’s cock with as much affection as she had Miko’s soft lips earlier. It was a strange thing to do and something she’d never have done for Brian. Todd maybe, if he’d asked, but not anymore. Pamela opened her mouth a took the giant black cock head inside down to her uvula.

“Let me try,” said Miko beside her. The smaller girl had come around on all fours and was staring at her friend sucking Deon’s cock. “I think he’s bigger than Leroy,” she said.

“I sure am,” chuckled Deon, proudly. He watched Miko grab his shaft and try to pull his cock out of Pamela’s mouth. Pam relented and Miko guided the head between her own lips. “You bitches sure is hungry for some nigger cock meat. I used to have trouble getting even that ho Stacy to fuck me, now you two is fighting over mah junk.”

God, he was foul! Pamela wanted to shut him up, stop him from talking. She sat up on her knees, placed both hands on his jowls and guided his lips against hers. His prehensile tongue pushed into her mouth and her own tongue danced with his. She could taste the corn chips as he slobbered all over her mouth with his own. Instead of being disgusted, her eyes closed and a low lustful moan grew deep in her throat. She felt a stronger connection with this man than she ever had with Brian and her feelings were even growing stronger. One huge black hand came around and squeezed the hard cheek of her ass even as another meaty hand grabbed her tit and squeezed. Pamela through her arms around his neck and pulled his tongue even deeper down her throat. Her body pressed hard into his flesh. Like most obese men, he sweated profusely and her lovely white torso was soon as slick as his.

When she finally broke their embrace, she looked down to see Miko had swallowed more than half the

Thick 13 or 14 inch cock down her throat. She felt jealous at the sight and she wasn’t sure if she was jealous that Miko was getting his cock all to herself or was she envious that Fat Deon was able to give

Her beautiful girlfriend something Miko craved, but Pamela couldn’t give her.

“Hey, hey, hey,” said Deon, doing a pretty good Fat Albert. “Time for some Jello pudding.”

He placed his hand on her head and pushed her down on all fours beside Miko. The half Japanese girl had forced nearly a foot of Deon’s cock down her throat. Her eyes were closed, tears running out from under her lips at the strain of swallowing such a huge cock, but her throat was making the same lustful moan that Pam’s had while kissing him.

Miko pulled back and then pulled back some more until the head sprang free of her mouth. Just as Pamela had, she placed a kiss on the tip of Deon’s cock. Then Miko surprised her. She noticed Pamela staring at Deon’s cock and bent the shaft towards Pamela, sharing it with her. Pam leaned forwards, but Miko yanked it back and kissed the head again. She giggled, teasingly and aimed it back towards Pamela. This time, she let Pam have it. Pam moaned again as Deon’s cock head pushed its way past her tonsils. Pam swayed her body sucking her favorite cock. Miko helped her, milking the shaft, her little hand looking ridiculously small against the thick cock.

“Here it comes bitches,” he grunted.

The cock shuddered like a garden hose suddenly coming to life. A river of hot cum shot down her throat. Pamela rocked backwards, the cock head entering her mouth. The volume caught her off guard, her cheeks ballooning outward as her mouth filled to the point she started gagging, his sperm dribbling down her chin.

Miko yanked hard on the cock, pulling it free of Pamela’s mouth. Pamela swallowed his cum down just as the head blew out another wad that nearly covered Miko’s entire face with his hot thick cum before her lips closed over the head. She gulped contentedly, her hand slowly stroking along the shaft milking it for as much of his seed as she could get. Miko pulled back, her mouth open and Pam could see the last bit of Deon’s seed before she closed her mouth and gulped it down. Miko closed her eyes savoring the taste, swaying a little as if drunk on cum.

“You bitches sho do know how to drain a pair of balls,” grunted Deon. He was jerking his cock off trying to keep it hard. He reached out and grabbed some of Miko’s hair. “On your back, slut,” he growled. Miko leaped to obey, looking excited. He looked over at Pamela. “You on all fours.”

Pamela leaped to obey as fast. She crawled over besides Miko, bending down to kiss her friend of the lips. Their tongue touched, but Pamela moved her mouth away to kiss and lap up some of the cum on Miko’s face. “FFUUCCKK!” she screamed, rearing up. Half of Deon’s cock had been shoved deep in her pussy. “FUCK!” she cried again as he worked it in and out of her, the head pushing deeper. “FUCK! FUCK ME!”

He slapped her ass. “Fuck you with what? My big nigger cock?”

“FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG NIGGER COCK!”

“Fucking nigger loving whore,” muttered a white male voice from outside the tent.

“JESUS DEON! You feel so good in me,” moaned Pamela crying from the pleasure she was receiving. “I love your big nigger cock. I’m… I’m… CUMMING!”

“WOW!” said Miko beside her, looking up at the expressions on Pamela’s face as she orgasmed.

The expression of pure pleasure turned to disappointment as Deon pulled his cock out. Miko watched in awe as the huge wet cock glistened in the light of their little lamp.

Deon grabbed it and bent the head down towards her pussy. “You want this?” he asked, slapping the head down on her pubes.

“Yes please.”

“What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me,” grunted Miko. Pam could see Miko’s hips were lifting up off the floor of the tent wanting to receive him.

“What do you want me to fuck you with?” Deon bent his cock down towards.”

Miko moaned with frustration. “Your big cock. Fuck me with your big cock,” she whimpered, begging for it. He slapped the head down hard again, this time on her pussy lips and Miko winced. “Your big nigger cock. FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG NIGGER COCK!”

Pamela watched closely as Miko’s pussy lips spread out around the huge cock head, gripping in tightly, bending inwards slightly as the head pushed in. Miko looked shocked, then pleased, then stunned as more and more of the giant cock penetrated her. Her hips raised to receive him as inch after inch of his cock penetrated her. Then Pamela lost sight of her body as Deon laid down on the petite woman. All Pam could see were Miko’s white fingers digging into Deon’s shoulders and her legs spread wide around Deon’s hips as his flabby black ass rose and fell rapidly. Miko let out a muffled cry of pleasure and Pamela watched her toes curl as her legs trembled.

Deon pushed himself off with his strong arms and sat back up. Miko looked stunned. She was covered with a sheen of Deon’s sweat as she laid there staring at the top of the tent, gasping for air. Deon slapped his cock against Pamela’s ass and guided the head back into her. He grabbed her hips pulling her back into his thrusting cock, fucking her hard and fast until she came again. This time she fell forwards burying her head in her arms. There was a loud POP as his cock sprang free.

He turned back to Miko. She reached down and spread her pussy open for his as he pushed the head back in past her folds. This time he didn’t lay down. He lifted her by the knees and fucked her hard.

Pamela sat up and watched jealously as they fucked hoping that Deon wouldn’t prefer Miko to her and that Miko would still have time for some softer feminine love for her. Miko’s breasts flopped back and forth just as Deon’s entire torso shook with each thrust, his sweat flying off his body.

Pamela stared at Deon and for a moment she saw his potential to be a true black beast. Gone was the fat shaking flesh to be replaced by a hard-muscled brute as big as any of the black brutes of Coxville County. She vowed then and there to help him reach his potential.

Deon grunted and slammed his cock forwards holding it still as Miko screamed. Pamela could see Miko’s golden flat tummy undulating and she knew that Deon’s was filling her womb with his seed. Deon worked his cock around a little, making sure every last drop of his cum was inside her. Pam could never give Miko that kind of pleasure and she was filled with jealousy again.

Pamela was halfway dressed in her underwear by the time Deon pulled his cock out of Miko and looked her way. “Where the fuck you going? I ain’t done.”

She stretched her sports bra out and adjusted her panty. “I need to think. I’m going for a swim.”

“At night?” asked Miko finally sitting up, a stream of semen began flowing from her pussy.

Hmm, that looked good, though Pamela staring at the sperm. Deon’s seed flavored with Miko’s pussy juice had to be good. “I do it every time I come to the lake. I swim out to the island and back.”

“That’s like a mile off shore. Your crazy.”

“I’ve done it a dozen times. Trust me, I’ll be back.”

“Wait,” cried Miko.

Pam ignored her and slipped out the tent flap. They weren’t far from the water and she didn’t feel nervous if anyone caught her in her underwear. It was athletic sports underwear and resembled the bikini that she’d worn yesterday at the pool.

Pamela strolled to the shoreline and into the water. The moon was full and over the island. The dark outline of slave island was visible and for a moment she thought she saw a light flickering out there. Campers this time of year were unusual. She fell forwards, feeling the cool water embrace her body cleaning it of Deon’s sweat. Her lithe arms propelled her forwards and soon she was rapidly swimming towards the lake. Her jealousy and confusion disappearing with the familiarity of a good workout.

Pamela was halfway across when the mist enveloped her.

**********

Stacy wasn’t used to rejection. In the last 24 hours, it appeared she had lost all her boyfriends to white girls. It felt like everyone was getting laid but her. Even Susan of all people! A short time ago, the formerly uptight racist bitch that had tried to keep Stacy off the squad had stood up from her chair and pulled LD, Leroy, and Anthony out of their chairs. She led them off into the darkness towards the picnic area openly joking about taking all three men.

Stacy stood up and stretched seductively. She was wearing a white spaghetti strap top that left her dark belly exposed. It was actually sized to expose just a hint of midriff, but her Coxville breasts lifted the hem well above her navel. When she raised her arms over her head and stretched, the hem exposed the bottoms of her bare breasts. She relaxed and pulled the hem down, tightening the material over her hard brown nipples. The outline of both nipples and puffy areola were on full display, telling the world that she was braless. No one paid her any attention.

Samson was near the bonfire with his brother, but she was still pissed at him for calling her Kitty the last time they’d fucked. Hercules was a strong possibility. She’d never had him, but no doubt his cock would be as great as Samson’s. They were engrossed in conversation and not paying her any attention.

She frowned looking around for anyone to fuck, but most of the blacks had disappeared and only some of the whites were left. Most of the white football players had left distraught after what had seemed to be a mass dumping of them by their white girlfriends. She spun around and put a little extra shake in her ass as she walked to the keg to refill her cup. Her cheek hugging cut off jean shorts had enticed many a nigga to take off after her fine ass.

She filled her cup and sighed. Since discovering sex, she hadn’t looked back. Black cock was an addiction and the more you had the more you wanted. The problem was that sexual satisfaction was not emotional satisfaction and it often left her feeling empty that she didn’t have a more connected emotional bond with a man. She was just an easy piece of ass to the black team members. Stacy probably would have descended into having multiple babies with multiple unknown fathers if her mother hadn’t insisted she start birth control early. Her Pop Pop had made sure she kept her studies up to as long as she was a student in his school and she was grateful.

Stacy slipped off her flip flops when she reached the beach. She reached down and picked them up with one hand, sipping from her cup with the other. Stacy headed along the lakeshore away from the bonfire, the moon light reflected off the water and was enough for her to find her way.

She saw the man before he saw her and paused to watch. He bent down and found a stone, flicking it out and skipping it across the water three times before it sank. “Bet I could do four,” she said, startling him.

He straightened up and turned to look at her. His eyes fell down to appreciate her breasts. It felt good to be appreciated again. She smiled at him and he cocked a grin back. “You’re on.” They both scanned the beach for a smooth rock. Stacy took her phone out and used its light to help until she spotted a nice flat one. “Got one,” he said.

“Me too.” She took him in. He was tall and fit with an angular face. He had some scruff on his chin that she didn’t like. He had brown eyes and hair with one long strand that stuck out and hung down as far as his mouth. Alright looking, but not stunningly handsome. He wore a tee shirt that tightly gripped his muscles, not nigga brute bulging, but fit. His waist was lean with broad shoulders. He had long shorts and red sneakers and… a surprisingly impressive bulge for a white boy!

“Like what ya see?” he asked, embarrassing her. “Cause I sure do.” His eyes studied her appreciatively. This was one bold white boy. “Hugh Cox,” he said.

“So it appears,” she answered. “But what’s your name?” It took two to flirt. He laughed. “I’m Stacy…”

“Stacy Brown,” he finished. “Everyone knows who you are. We have Chemistry together,” he added with a wink.

He was good. “I’ve seen you around. It’s hard to keep up with all you Coxes, but I didn’t come up through the grades with you, right?”

“My family lives right on the border with Tittsville. I went there until last year, then I switched to Coxville for a change of pace. Figured a Cox might get better grades in Coxville. You’d do really well in Tittsville.”

She smiled. He was really good. If he made a play she was ready to fuck him even if he didn’t have no big black nigga cock. She tossed her rock up and caught it. “So you ready?” He nodded. Her arm flung out, releasing the flat stone. It skipped three times and went pretty far.

“Not bad,” he replied, flinging his own out. It also skipped three times before sinking. “Four skips is tough.”

“It sure is. Well, nice meeting you Hugh Cox,” she said, but didn’t turn to leave.

He looked at her startled as if he was afraid she was leaving. “Wait. One more time?”

“Okay.”

“This time we’ll make it interesting.”

“A bet? And what are we betting Hugh Cox.” Stacy waited for it. Here it comes, she thought. A blow job? You let me fuck you? In the ass? No, it would be a blow job. It was always a blow job. And she’d agree. Of course, she’d agree. She was Downtown Stacy Brown.

“Dinner,” was his answer, startling her. “Tonight. I’m famished.”

Stacy froze in shock. A white boy wanted to be seen in public with a black girl? That was unheard of. He was waiting for an answer. “You’re on,” she replied. Fuck it, if Samson could be seen openly dating Kitty, then she could have a white boy of her own and screw what anyone thought.

“Let’s find us some stones.”

They both spent extra-long looking for just the right stone to skip for her bet. Hugh was first, flipping his stone over waiting on her. She finally found a nice smooth one. “So loser buys dinner?” she confirmed.

“Yep. Ladies first.”

Stacy smiled and nodded. She strolled closer to the water until her feet got wet. With a strong toss, she skipped her rock out over the water. One. two. three… Plunk!

“Three. Not bad,” said Hugh. “Told ya, four skips is tough.” He lined his arm up doing a few practice swings. His arm jerked out as he released the stone. At the last minute, he turned the stone down. Plunk! “Damn! Looks like I blew it.”

Stacy didn’t say anything. He’d lost on purpose. He wanted to buy her dinner! Her head turned out over the lake. “Wow, look at that?”

Hugh followed her gaze at the wall of mist approaching. “Shit, that’s as thick as the fog last month. Let’s get out of here before it hits.” He held his hand out.

Stacy Brown was jokingly called Downtown Stacy Brown because she was always more than willing to go downtown on some brother’s junk. Now a white boy had his hand out for her wanting to take her out on a dinner date? She reached out and took his hand and it felt wonderful.

Hugh and Stacy held hands as they hurried down the beach to escape the encroaching thick wall of fog.

“How’s Floyd’s sound?”

Floyd’s BBQ was a popular spot on I-69, a slight drive, but she loved eating there. It was actually one of the few black owned businesses in Coxville County. “Floyd’s sounds wonderful,” she answered squeezing his hand with hers.

Stacy Brown couldn’t believe how happy she felt at that moment.

**********

Wendy “Wonder Woman” Williams strolled down to the end of the dock, looking up at the bright moon. She turned around and glanced back at the bonfire in the distance. She could see some dark figures dancing around and the sounds of rap music drifted over the water towards her. She hadn’t wanted to come to the party, but her friend Carol had insisted and Carol had quickly disappeared in a tent with her boyfriend.

Wendy had just started attending Coxville High this year. Her family had chosen homeschooling for generations ever since the state forced integration on the people of Coxville County. Much to her embarrassment, racism was the primary cause. Her father detested the local blacks. She’d insisted on going to public school her senior year mostly because she wanted the high school experience and to socialize more with people her own age. So far Carol Birch was the only real friends she’d made. She’d hit it off with Pamela as they were both athletic fitness buffs, but Pamela was a cheerleader and their little clique was closed to outsiders. What she really wanted was a boyfriend and though she’d received many admiring glances, few men measured up.

She was called Wonder Woman for several reasons. First, at 6’ 3”, she was an amazon. The tallest girl in the school and probably the entire town. She wasn’t a willowy skinny model type either like most tall women. She had a perfect hourglass figure with a firm outthrust rear end and Coxville EE breasts. Another reason she was called Wonder Woman was her resemblance to Lynda Carter. Long glossy black hair with curls framed a lovely countenance capped by piercing blue eyes. Her figure matched TV’s Wonder Woman also though her native breasts were much larger and she was taller by another half foot. The final reason was that Wendy was a true wonder at near everything she did. She was a setter on a female volleyball team based in Coxburg and there was talk of her trying out for the Olympics. She excelled at track, field sports, and was an amazing gymnast even though she was sized more as an American Gladiator than a petite gymnast.

Wendy lowered her eyes from the moon and was surprised to see the wall of white slowly moving across the lake towards her. The mist was the thickest she’d ever seen, solid looking and rising about ten feet off the water. She’d heard a lot about the fog last month, but she herself hadn’t experienced it. Wendy had been out of the county at a volleyball tournament that night. That was the night of September 24. She remembered it well as her team had won big that night and she’d woken up in her hotel room from a crazy sex dream where a shadowy bearded figure had convinced her to surrender her maidenhead to him. She’d been so aroused that night that she decided it was time to give up her virginity and find a boyfriend. The problem was that most of the men in her height range all had girlfriends or seemed intimidated by her. She’d heard that Todd White and Kitty had broken up recently. Now he would be a catch. Wendy and the captain of the Coxville Cocks! Maybe she feel him out, flirt a little and test his reaction. He was close to measuring up to her in height, but no one could have measured up to her dream lover that night. A dream lover so good, it had left her wanting a good fuck in the real world.

The mist was getting closer. It approached the end of the dock. She closed her eyes and stretched her arms out prepared to feel it’s damp touch. She didn’t see the tendril of mist reach out from the wall. The tip of the spectral tentical touched her right in the middle of her forehead.

Wendy’s body jerked and she fell forwards into the mist, hitting the water with a loud splash.

**********

Wendy gasped and raised herself out of the water. “Here, hold da log,” said the black woman beside her. She reached out and wrapped her arms around the log. “Kick! Kick, you fool!” said the other woman. Wendy kicked staring out towards the island in the distance. She looked behind her. Bald black men were on the shore carrying more fallen trees down to the water to help the growing group of slaves fleeing the massacre on the plantation.

One giant black man wearing only loose pants with a tied rope around them for a belt aided Mama Tituba down to the water. She clutched her precious book to her chest until her took the book and placed it on a makeshift raft of sticks helping the distraught woman onto the raft. Tituba weeped and placed her head in her hands even as two more bald black men waded into the water and started pushing the raft deeper, kicking out to propel the raft forwards. Wendy turned away sobbing herself for not only had her own mother been felled by a white man’s bullet, but today her god had been hung.

Few of the blacks could swim, but they all made it across. A few of the bald men returned to the shore for more survivors, the occasional shot still ringing out in the distance. They would have lost more, but for the miracle fog that Zombi Damballah had summoned to save them with his dying ejaculation.

Night was falling fast and Wendy dug a depression out in the sand filling it with leaves before laying down to sleep.

Two weeks later, Wendy was plucking the feathers from a goose beside her lean-to. Petruchio had brought it down with a spear. Tituba had claimed to summon the geese down for them, but Wendy had seen them this time of year her entire life. She looked up when she heard the whistle. Petruchio peaked out from behind a bush, motioning for her to join him. She smiled, knowing what he wanted. She looked around before sneaking off to join him.

“I suppose you want payment for the goose?” she asked demurely.

“Your payments are always welcome.” Petruchio was naked but for a loincloth. It was already lifting up as his serpent of Damballah swelled with anticipation. It swelled even more when Wendy let her dirty shift fall off her shoulders. Petruchio stared in admiration at the swell of her breasts, young, firm, and proud, as large as the melons she’d grown back on the plantation. Wendy fell to her knees and grabbed Petruchio’s cock. She stared at it approvingly before guiding the 10” shaft with its serpentine head between her lips.

“Praise Damballah,” groaned Petruchio as she swallowed the head. “That feels so good, Cordelia.”

Wendy swallowed deeper, bobbing her head faster at his compliment. She paused only long enough to sit up and guide his shaft between her heavy black breasts, suckling the tip of his cock while she bounced her breasts up and down the shaft of his cock. Before too long, Petruchio grabbed her hair and held her still white his cock spurted his seed into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, loving the taste.

“I want to be with you so bad, Cordelia.”

“And I you, Petruchio.” Wendy stood and embraced her lover. “I want to give you many babies.”

On the day Christians celebrated the birth of their god, Wendy was summoned to Mama Tituba’s shack.

She pulled her goose down cloak tightly around her shoulders as she nervously walked to the shack. It was cold and lightly snowing. Many feared the winter, but Tituba had assured them that Damballah would keep it from getting too cold. They’d dried some fish and still had plenty of geese, but they were out of vegetables. Tituba warned them that soon some would began losing their teeth and she had sent small groups to raid storage bins near the plantation. Wendy herself had taken a canoe to the forest to hunt for nuts and berries.

She knocked on the door with trepidation. “Enter, Cordelia,” said Tituba from inside.

She opened the door and entered. The room had a fire pit with a cooking pot, several shabby wooden chairs and a mattress filled with goose feathers before the fire. A palace compared to where the rest of the escapees living conditions. A large naked man was stooped before the fire, his ass facing, her back rippling with muscles. Tituba sat in one of the chairs holding her serpentine staff tightly in one hand. She looked her age. “Mama,” said Wendy, giving the wise woman a curtsey.

“I have chosen your mate, Cordelia. It is time for your breeding.”

Wendy glanced over at the man as he stood. Her heart sank. He was taller than Petruchio, his back muscles rippled before her turned around. “Rosencrantz!”

“I am Chaga!” he growled. “Rosencrantz was my slave name. I have taken a warrior’s name.”

“But Mama,” she pleaded. “Petruchio and I are in love.”

“Good for you, but I do not care for such things anymore. I’ve only loved two things during my time in this shell Cordelia, Damballah and his avatar on earth, Prospero Black, my son. Gaze upon Chaga, child.” She did. He was bigger and more muscular that Petruchio. He reached down and presented his hardening cock to her. It was impressive. “Chaga is superior in every way to Petruchio. His serpent of Damballah is much longer and thicker. Chaga’s balls are heavier and carry more seed. You child, have shown yourself to be intelligent and resourceful. You are young and healthy with full breasts and child bearing hips. You will give Chaga many children.”

“Petruchio…”

“Petruchio will not be allowed to breed. You may fuck him as you desire, but only when you are already with child.”

“But why?” They had escaped from Massa but they still weren’t free.

“I have my reasons, child. Now remove your clothing and take your place on the breeding bed.”

Wendy did as she was told. Chaga gazed at her as admiringly as Petruchio did when she stripped for him. She couldn’t help herself either, gazing with appreciation and trepidation as Chaga’s foot long cock, the head was already leaking fluid as he approached her. Wendy felt her own arousal pouring down her thighs even as her brown nipples hardened. She sat down on the soft mattress and laid back as Chaga moved between her legs.

Wendy sucked her lower lip into her mouth as Chaga ran the head of his cock between the folds of his womanhood. Tituba got up from her chair and moved closer to watch. “Remember Cordelia, your duty is to surrender your virginity to the superior cock. Your duty is to breed with the superior cock.” Wendy nodded her understanding before screaming in pain as Chaga thrust his cock in hard, bursting her hymen with little effort, his first thrust pushing as deep as Petruchio could have gone. Chaga pulled back and thrust again soliciting another cry from her. Tears rolled down her cheeks at the pain. Chaga buried his cock inside her and held still, letting her get used to its presence.

Tituba stooped near Wendy’s head and looked at her, almost evily. “Do you know what Chaga means in Kiswahili?”

Wendy shook her head.

“It means, to do vigorously.” Tituba rapped the end of the serpent staff down hard on Chaga’s ass. “Get to work,” she ordered.

Wendy screamed again as the pounding began, but it hurt less than she expected. Chaga cupped her knees under his arms rapidly thrusting his hips, his cock thrusting in and out of her. She looked up at the hard muscles glistening on his wide chest and her hips began raising into his thrusts. Her whimpers turned to moans, her tears of pain turned to tears of joy and when he buried his cock and seeded her for the first time, the earth shook and stars appeared before her eyes.

Chaga was such a superior male that his cock only shrank a little before reversing course to full hardness. This time he laid down over her, squeezing her nipples and kissing her. She kissed back, writhing her body in lust beneath her lover. The earth shook again and again and finally even stronger than the first time as he seeded her a second time.

Chaga lived up to his name, seeding her womb seven times that night. They mated as the animals did in the fields, he stood lifting her up and down his cock, and she sat on him rocking her body as he licked and squeezed her nipples. Wendy loved every minute of it.

Towards dawn, he stoked the fire a little higher and came to lie beside her. Tituba returned from somewhere and stared at her. She started to choke. She couldn’t breathe. She put her arms up to her neck in fear. Tituba smiled at her. Remember, Wendy Williams, your duty is to surrender your virginity to the superior cock. Your duty is to breed with the superior cock.”

Wendy Williams opened her mouth for air, but only water poured in.

This week

An early one this week. I'll post some updates here over the next few days with additional news.

1) 3 page Pool Party update at johnpersons.

2) Got some writing done last night. It's a hot scene with Deon, Pamela, and Miko.

Update: Kaos added 8 new Annabelle pics.

This week

1) Kaos updated Annabelle over on her site.

2) I checked johnpersons for a pool party update from Rabies, but there wasn't any. There were recent posts for a funny father's day mini comic from Darklord and Thickwil. Hot N Fast also got a little update and I assumed that artist was long gone. Cool because I like his style.

3) Bad news for my writing time. My work start time has been pushed back 30 minutes starting next week and that's going to limit my time even more than it already is. There will be less effect during the summer, but during the school year it'll be bad. I will get some writing done this weekend.

Curse 3 Update

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The lips kissed his pubes then tightened and pulled back up. Her tongue licked the little grape head before she deep throated him again. He couldn’t hold back, his semen welling up in his nuts. The polite thing to do would have been to warn her, but Todd to cum in her mouth badly. As Elin pulled back up, his dick bucked and his semen shot up to the roof of her mouth. He needn’t have worried, she squeezed up along his shaft, milking the rest out and swallowing every drop. “Wow!” he groaned.

Elin giggled and sat back up in the car. “Just so you know, I don’t do that for everyone I meet on the first date.”

“No, that was great,” he groaned, stretching back. Fuck you, Kitty Summers, he thought. She never swallowed his seed.

“I can’t believe I just sucked off Todd White,” said Elin. “I’ve had a crush on you since the first time I watched you play football.” She grabbed the top of her shirt and stretched the tight top out to get it over her mammoth breasts.

Todd couldn’t help himself and reached out for a quick pinch of her nipple before they disappeared. The Titsville girl was a godsend appearing out of nowhere to lift him out of his recent depression. Her breasts were just as perfect as Jenny Summers had been. He’d never mentioned it to anyone, but once when he was a Kitty’s, he’d caught Jenny changing after a shower. The sight of her unraveling the towel around her wet nude body had fueled several hundred masturbation sessions. Now he’d just been sucked off by a girl that resembled a twenty-year-old version of Jenny Summers. “If you liked it so much, you can do it again later,” he said, some of his old cockiness returning.

“No,” she replied, grinning when his smirk fell. “Later, I’d like to feel Todd White’s penis somewhere else.

Todd leaned over and kissed her, not caring that his dick had just been in her mouth. I think I love you, he thought. This was exactly as he deserved to be treated. He broke the kiss. “Let’s go socialize for a bit and get out of here,” he told her.

Todd took her hand in his and she squeezed it back, happily. They left his car and strolled through the parking area towards the bonfire on the beach. “Wassup white hot hands,” roared someone beyond the fire. The grin left his face.

“Hey, can your girl turn those high beams off?” called another. Elin’s nipples were indeed poking hard through her tank top. She’d left her bra in his car.

Deon walked past. He took a bite of a hotdog, he’d roasted on a stick. The fat black man looked right at Elin’s breasts. “Tittsville Titans, more like titanic tits,” he grunted, taking another bite of his dog.

Elin looked at the fat black man in horror. She glanced at Todd expecting to be defended, but he just pulled her away. Deon continued staring at her nipples which suddenly started to throb. “I wish I’d worn my bra now,” she whispered. “Your niggers are so bold!”

“They’ve always been cocky, but it seems to have gotten worse the last few weeks,” he replied. “Let’s just say hi to some people and get out of here.”

Todd led Elin around the bonfire and saw another lovely blonde sitting in a chair with tits as great as Elin’s. Just as he was wondering who this new lovely creature was, his eyes became accustomed to the glare from the fire focusing on the woman which startled him even more. “Uh, hi Coach Summers,” he said, surprised to see Jenny sitting there with a beer in her hand.

“Todd,” she replied. “Who’s your new friend?” she asked, her eyes moving down to their linked hands. Jenny frowned, she’d still entertained hope, Kitty would come to her senses and get back with Todd.

“Elin Lindquist,” he introduced. “She’s from Tittsville. Coach Summers is the cheerleading coach.”

“Nice to meet you,” said, Elin. “Your squad’s the envy of the county. You must be pretty cool. None of our teachers party with the students.”

“Wasn’t my idea,” said Jenny with a sigh.

“Let’s get a beer,” said Todd. He led Elin over towards the keg.

**********

Kitty finished peeing and pulled her booty shorts up. She’d changed after the game and gone with a sexy cowgirl look. The jean shorts showed the bottoms of her ass cheeks. The top was even more daring. A sheer purple halter top tied up just under her breasts leaving her sexy flat belly exposed and she’d forgone wearing a bra, her nipples clearly visible through the top. Her hair was uncharacteristically not tied up which made her resemble her mother more than usual. Little pink hearts hung from her earlobes and boots completed the outfit. Her outfit was sluttier than usual especially the lack of a bra, but Samson had told her to wear it and she desperately wanted to keep him interested, especially after he’d fucked her cheating whore of a mother and let that big white tittied slut Patty suck his cock at the pool last night.

Kitty had done some things herself last night that the eighteen year old Katherine Summers of just over a month ago wouldn’t have imagined anyone doing. Namely, taking two men at once and two giant black cocks could take a girl to new places one big black cock couldn’t. Even fat ugly Deon was a great fuck and after her first threesome, Leroy had taken her ass. Her nipples hardened as she remembered the ring piercing the flare on his cock head sliding back and forth through her poop shoot. She didn’t even feel guilty for what she’d done. Hell, it had felt too good to feel guilty for it. Kitty was sure of one thing though, she loved Samson more than she’d ever loved anything in her life and despite them both fucking around, she was insanely jealous of anyone else getting a taste of her boyfriend’s big black cock.

Kitty kicked sand over the hole she’d peed in much like her namesake feline and stepped out from behind the bushes. The one annoying thing about the lake in the off season was that the state hauled off the Porta Pottys. She could see the fire in the distance and headed towards it. Several of the sites had tents erected on them and a few spots had just been claimed by sleeping bags or air mattresses and blankets. All Coxville High couples usually got laid at the lake bonfire and many a virginity had been lost here over the years.

“Dayumn Mrs. Summers.”  Kitty looked up. Max was finishing setting up a tent. He laughed. “Sorry, I thought you was yo mother for a moment.” Max’s eyes fell to her hard nipples poking through the purple top. “Lookin good gurl.”

Kitty’s pussy quivered. Max was a dark black muscular giant. She’d never found him attractive, his skin was too black, and she thought his dreadlocks looked unclean. Now she looked at him as if seeing him for the first time with that sexy animalistic masculine presence that most black men she knew had. She’d only gotten a passing glimpse of his cock at the pool party, but what she’d seen of it looked magnificent. “Thanks, Max,” she replied. “But my mom wouldn’t be here partying with the seniors.”

“Wrong, saw her earlier arriving with the Coach, but she was still in uniform, not looking like that.” Her ran his eyes down her body again. “Seen Patty?”

“Not in a while,” she responded. Suck his cock, whispered a voice in her head. You know you want to, suck him like Patty sucked off your man. Than after you suck him, fuck him long and hard. Kitty shrugged it off. She had a boyfriend. She couldn’t go around sucking and fucking every black man in school. Max and Patty seemed to have paired up too. The blackest of black men and one of the palest white girls in school were now a couple. The pale white girl that had sucked off Kitty’s boyfriend. “I’ll tell her you’re looking for her.”

“Thanks.”

Kitty suddenly had a thought and it wasn’t a nice one, but it was one that might teach some women to stay away from Samson. “Hey Max,” she said smiling sweetly. “I’m really happy for you and Patty. Why don’t you wait for her in the tent and I’ll go find her and send her to you.”

“Sounds good. Tell her site 13”

“I sure will.” Kitty turned and headed back towards the fire.

**********

Jenny sat back down. Black was over by a group of his boys including Stubby who had both fucked her ass and her pussy at her pool. She felt herself blush when Stubby turned to meet her eyes. Jenny quickly turned her face away, but found herself staring into dark eyes that stared at her both lustfully and with contempt. Hercules West would never forgive her for failing him in health class. His brother was staring at her too, but Samson stared at her like all the other boys did, like they were hot for teacher.

Jenny stood and walked away from the fire. “I’m going to find Kitty, she told Black. He waved her on and turned back to his rapt audience as he regaled them with some football story from his short time as a pro. She past some vacant campsites. The seniors staying here the night had separated their tents to have some privacy. She saw a group of her students, mixed black and white and was about to ask them if they’d seen Kitty when the smell of marijuana hit her. When they saw her, most immediately tried to hide their joints except for Andy Gooch. The black stoner shrugged and took a puff off of his. She quickly walked away and heard chuckling erupt behind her. She saw some of her girls, but Kitty wasn’t with them. Jenny turned to walk down by the lake, but before she hit the beach, a strong hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.

“There you are, Jenny,” said Samson, moving his hands down to her hips and pulling her crotch against his. The moment his bulge pressed against her, her pussy began to drip and her nipples started throbbing. “Let’s go find an empty tent.”

Startled, Jenny placed her hand against his hard chest to push him back. “Samson! What are you doing?”

“I want some more of that fine white pussy, Jenny gurl.”

“That’s Mrs. Summers, young man.” She let her hand slide over one of his pecs and felt her pussy tingle. “Look what happened at the pool was a mistake. It was fun, but a mistake.”

“Come on gurl, you know you want some more of this.” He grabbed her wrist and moved her hand down to his bulge. She grabbed it, her body shivering as it swelled in her hand. Samson pulled her closer, his head turning, lips approaching hers.

Her lips parted, but before they could kiss, a young couple burst out of the bushes giggling. Jenny pushed herself back off Samson and stepped back. “No,” she whispered. “I’m not going to cheat on the Coach again.”

“Don’t you mean, Mr. Summers?”

“Shut up and leave me alone.” Jenny turned away and hastened down to the beach. She’d just made it when her phone beeped. Jenny glanced at it. It was a message from Black. He wanted her to meet him in a tent on site 13. She grinned at the thought of fooling around in a tent on bonfire night. It would be just like she was a teenager again only this time it wouldn’t be Harold, it’d be a real man.

**********

“Here ya go Coach, thanks for letting me borrow your phone.”

“Next time don’t leave your house without a charger,” said Black.

“I won’t,” she replied. Kitty brazenly moved her eyes down the Coach’s broad chest to his pants. Her lips curled up in a smirk when she saw his cock swell. His own eyes roamed down to her cleavage before glancing up nervously and looking around for her mother. The sheer top had been a good idea despite her earlier misgivings.

The best way to get back at her mother for fucking Samson was for Kitty to do the same to Black and it was going to be easy. Truthfully, she thought of his cock a lot. Ever since spying on him with her mother, a part of her lusted for his huge black cock, even bigger and more masculine then Samson’s. She’d have it, but first she needed to break them up and not just so she’d get a shot at his cock, but for what her Jenny had done to her poor daddy and her boyfriend. “I’ll see you later, Coach,” she said, winking at him.

Kitty turned, certain that his dark eyes were focusing on the lower ass cheeks spilling out of her jean shorts. She headed off to the trails looking for one of her girls. They’d disappeared into the camping area with various black members of the football team. Despite the pool party virtually turning into an orgy, the cheerleaders and black football players seemed to have paired up. Patty and Max, Fitness obsessed Pamela and oddly enough fat Deon, Miko and Leroy, and Susan had been seen that day holding hands at different times with both LD and Anthony. Only Stubby hadn’t come out of the party with a white girlfriend and Kitty was about to rectify that. Finally, she caught Patty kneeling and giving a blow job to Leroy.

The black man groaned and Patty jerked a little, gulping loudly before she snorted and sperm leaked out of her mouth. The buxom redhead quickly pulled his cock down as she arched her back letting him explode all over her white tits. Kitty watched that beautiful swollen pierced cock squirting jet after jet of milky white semen out to splatter on Patty’s pale rosy nipples. She wished it was her kneeling before the hung black man.

Patty released his spent cock and rubbed his semen into her nipples, moaning as her finger flickered over the hard nubs. “Oops!” she squealed looking up to catch Kitty watching her. The redhead looked sheepish, she’d just been caught. She pulled her red “cocks” top down over her bare breasts and stood while Leroy pulled his baggy pants up.

“S’up, Kitty,” said Leroy. He reached out and squeezed her ass cheek. “How’s dat fine ass?”

“Tight and accommodating as you well know,” she flirted.

“Hmm, not sure. You might have to remind me sometime. I wouldn’t mind seeing if some other places are as tight and accommodating either.”

“I just might give you the chance,” she said, embarrassed by her own behavior. She didn’t want to cheat on Samson again, but she wasn’t sure she could resist Leroy or if she’d even try. He chuckled and walked off.

Patty licked her lips. “I don’t know what came over me. I suddenly had a taste for cum and Pamela told me she was shocked by how good it had tasted.

“I didn’t notice Pam sucking Leroy off.”

Patty giggled. “She didn’t.” The redhead continued when Kitty looked at her curiously. “She sucked his cum out of Miko’s pussy to keep her from getting knocked up.”

“When she said it was good, was she talking about Leroy’s semen or Miko’s pussy?”

Patty laughed. “Anyway, not surprised about Pamela, but Miko shocked me. I find it a little unsettling myself.”

“Yeah, we’ve showered with both of them,” said Kitty remembering her pastor’s sermon on the sins of homosexuality. “I guess if they’re okay with it, we should be too.”

“You won’t tell Max will you?”

“No.”

“Where is he anyway? Said something about setting up our tent and now that my belly’s full, my pussy is craving some.”

“Haven’t seen him,” she lied. “Besides, I need your help with Amber.”

“What about her?”

“Stubby wants a girlfriend.”

**********

Amber winced, her hands gripping the sides of the air mattress as Lar’s large penis head spread her labia apart. She winced again when he thrust forwards and broke her hymen. Lars groaned as his dick slid all the way in. “You okay, babe?” he asked.

“Yeah, it only hurt a little. Feels fine now. You?”

He snorted. “I’ve never felt anything so good in my life.” She giggled a little beneath him. “I’m going to want to do it a lot from now on.”

“We’ll see,” she replied, pulling his head down and giving him a passionate kiss. Their tongues twirled together and Amber was really glad they’d decided to go this extra step tonight. It felt good having a man inside you, being connected on this level. He jerked back suddenly and nearly pulled his entire penis out, but kept the head spreading her open slightly. “What’s wrong?” she asked. He was panting hard.

“Nothing,” he said, looking embarrassed. “I was getting close that’s all. I want this to last a while.” Lars pushed himself off her and sat up, looking down at his girlfriend of five months. Amber was Coxville born and bred. She was tall and lithe with the sexiest belly he’d ever seen. He had a thing for navels and stared at all the cheerleaders’ bellybuttons thanking god and Principal Long for the stomach baring uniforms. They all had sexy stomachs, but Amber’s was the best. At least that’s what he told himself as she was the only cheerleader between boyfriends when he’d asked her out. As much as he loved her stomach, Coxville breasts were any woman’s dominant feature and Amber’s didn’t disappoint. They were tied with Patty’s as the biggest on the squads, EE with East West nipples. That is they pointed in opposite directions. Her areola were faint and large blending in with her pale skin. The nipples were nickel sized, darker, but flat and didn’t protrude much at all. She was a tanner, golden brown skin except where her skimpy bikini covered which was as pale as redheaded Patty’s also. Her looks were slightly different in that she kept her Raven black hair cut short and boyish. She favored dark red lipstick too. Her green eyes stared at him as he buried his prick in her again. This time, he noticed a slight lifting of her hips into him. Amber took in her hot boyfriend. Lars was named after a Dutch ancestor and his family went way back. Sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, devilish face. She liked his stomach as much as he liked hers, flat and firm, with nice abs above it. He wasn’t much of an athlete, but he liked lifting weights. His biceps were as big as any whites in the school, dwarfed only by a lot of the brutish over muscled negroes.

Lars pulled back and thrust forwards again and then again. The feeling came back, but he couldn’t stop this time. Lars quickly lowered himself and slid his tongue over her nipple, wishing it stood out enough that he could take it between his lips to suckle. He lasted three more thrusts before his penis began jerking, filling the condom with his seed. He collapsed.

Amber pushed up on him and with a grunt he pushed himself up. He pulled his penis out. She stared at it fascinated. Some of her blood covered the latex. “It looks even bigger,” she whispered, as he rolled the condom off. The receptacle was filled with semen, another drop of the white stuff appeared on the tip of his swollen penis only to drip down like a tiny raindrop. Lars discarded the condom in the sand beside the mattress and buried it. Amber stared in continued fascination as the big swollen five-inch penis began receding and shriveling down, four inches and bent down, three inches and hanging over his testicles, two inches, contracting further into his scrotum until it was just a thin withered inch long tube. She grinned knowing it would be ready to grow bigger the next time.

 Lars collapsed beside her. “Wow, you’d think it was my birthday.”

“Hey, I stroked you off for your birthday.” Giving Lars a hand job for his birthday three months ago and been the first time she’d seen his penis. She’d jerked him off several more times since. Her growing fascination with his penis was what convinced her to give up her virginity. He’d wanted her to put her lips on it, but she found the idea repulsive even though she knew lots of the cheerleaders did it for their boyfriends. Todd had even bragged about Kitty’s blowjobs and the thought of Lar’s telling everyone she’d sucked him off turned her odd even more.

“Happy birthday, babe,” he said. “Wanna go join the party?”

“Or we can lay here naked and do it again?”

Lars grinned from ear to ear just as the loud horn went off right outside the tent.

AH-OOO-GA!

They both jumped as the tent flap ripped open. Lar’s held his hand over his scrotum as Kitty and Patty stuck their heads in. “There’s the birthday girl,” cried Kitty. “Get dressed. You’re coming with us.”

“What for?”

“We got a present for you,” said Patty.

“Something all girls should get on their eighteenth birthday,” added Kitty. Lars sat up reaching for his pants. “You can wait here,” she told him.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming.”

“Oh, you will be,” said Kitty. “You will be. Now hurry up.” She closed the flap.

“Damn, did you see her top?” he whispered.

Amber nodded, grabbing her underwear. It was her sexiest, as sheer as Kitty’s top. She’d worn it special for this night. Lars had stared intently as her nipples through the thin white bra and even more intently as her dark black pubic mound through the panty. She hadn’t let him anywhere near that until tonight. He was staring now just as intently as she lifted her hips and pulled the panty up. She grinned proudly when she noticed that his penis had extended to two inches while watching her. Amber pulled on her cheerleading uniform. “Be right back,” she said, kissing him before leaving the tent.

“Took ya long enough,” said Kitty, grabbing her arm and leading her off towards the picnic area.

“Where are we going?” asked Amber. She pulled her lipstick out of a little pocket on her uniform and reapplied it to her lips, smacking them together.

“To get your present,” said Patty. “Kitty and I both have one and we hope you’ll like yours just as much.”

Amber shrugged and returned her lipstick just as Patty took her other arm. Amber had used to dream of the day she’d be invited into Kitty’s little clique. There were 14 girls on the squad, but Kitty kept her clique down to her five friends. Even introverted Susan got invited to Kitty’s pool all the time like they had last night. Amber had her own little clique, three other seniors and one of their little sisters, a junior were her closest friends. The junior, Lucy was being groomed to take Kitty’s place next year. The others in the squad were two sophomores and two more juniors.

Amber’s clique was secondary to Kitty’s, much like basketball cheerleaders were secondary to football cheerleaders. She’s dreamt of moving up to Kitty’s, but started having second thoughts when Kitty and Todd broke up and as rumor had it, she’d cheated on Todd with Samson. Some of the others had gotten down right flirty with the nigg… negroes on the team tonight to. Amber tried to be more open minded about racism, but she’d heard her father use the “N” word so often, it had imprinted itself on her. He hated the local blacks with a passion.

“Where are we going?” she asked again. “I want to get back to Lars.”

“Patience,” said Patty.

“Lars can wait,” added Kitty. They guided her further from the tents and partiers to a loan picnic table in the darkness with a shadowy figure seated on the bench.

“Who is that?” she asked, shivering a little. The shadowy figure reminded her of the crazy sex dream she’d had last month. She’d dreamt she was at this lake only it was summer and she was in her tiny bikini. It had suddenly grown dark and a large shadowy man had grabbed her from behind, ripping her bikini off. He’d grabbed her breasts and slid his huge penis into her. Amber felt her nipples throb as she remembered the dream. She’d been so horny the next morning and it had convinced her to give up her virginity. “Who is that…Stubby?”

“Happy birthday Amber,” said Stubby. “The cheerleaders wanted to give you a present.”

Amber’s eyes were on the box in his lap. His hands were holding it a little obscenely as it was a long-elongated box with a little bow on top. It looked like a liquor box, but she wasn’t much of a drinker. So why had they gotten her wine? Amber was curious now.  She stepped closer. “Let me have it?” she asked, “Please.”

Stubby looked down at the box. He pulled the bowed top off and looked inside. Amber leaned over to look down, but he quickly replaced the lid. “Come and get it, gurl. It’s waiting for you.”

“Yeah, go get it, Amber.” Kitty added. Both she and Patty had stepped back. They moved into the shadows leaving her alone with the black man.

Amber glanced at Stubby. His dark eyes stared back at her. He was a tough looking negro and had black features such as a flat nose and big lips. His head was smooth and he sported a goatee. His real name was Franklin Stubbs, but only teachers called him that. Stubby was also the second shortest black man in school except for Dewey who was a few inches shorter. He was a tight ball of huge muscles though and performed well on the field. “Very well then,” she said, feeling like she was being set up.

Stubby kept the box in his lap, holding it with both hands, but he did bend it a little so that it leaned in her direction. The moonlight was bright enough that Amber could indeed see that it was a gift box for liquor. The kind you give someone for Christmas. There were stripes on it and snowflakes. Highlighted in the center were the words Best Gift Ever. Stubby must have provided it. His dad owned Stubb’s Wine and Spirits. A package store catering mostly to Westside niggers. Her old-fashioned dad believed that “niggers” had no self-control when it came to booze, drugs, or sex. The Stubbs family were one of the better off black families because of the business and Stubby made a pretty penny providing booze to his classmates. “Come on,” he said impatiently.

“I don’t really drink.”

“Just open it and tell me if it isn’t the Best Gift Ever.”

“Okay,” she replied. Amber couldn’t help thinking that this was the most she and Stubby had ever spoken in the 12 years they’d gone to school together. She reached out and lifted the lid, but it was too dark to see inside. He continued to hold the box steady as she reached in. Her finger came in contact with a smooth knob, kind of like a golf ball only more the size of a large peach. “What is this?” she asked, “A stopper of some kind?”

He chuckled. “Nope.”

Amber pulled on it. Stubby grunted as she did, but the stopper didn’t pull free. So it wasn’t the cork on a liquor bottle. The thing flared out a few inches under the tip. She tugged again, yanking her hand back in surprise when some kind of fluid squirted in her palm. She turned her palm over, the fluid glistening in the moonlight. She couldn’t identify it, but it was sticky. A squirt gun? A lotion bottle? The knob was certainly as hard as plastic and solid. Her hand squeezed into the box moving further down. The knob was attached to a thick shaft, as thick as a soda can. She ran her hand up and down it and got another squirt in the palm. For some reason her nipples were aching again. “What is this thing?” A club or nightstick? But why did it squirt?

“What’s it feel like?”

“Honestly,” she said. She pictured Lar’s erect penis in her mind. “It feels a little like a penis only bigger.”

Stubby snorted. “That sure aint no penis.”

"Of course it isn't," Amber laughed pushing her hand deeper into the box. The thing in her hand was hot to the touch too and it felt alive. Her flat nipples were hurting more. They hurt enough she wanted to get this over with and rub lotion on them or get back to the tent with Lars and take her top off so that nothing was rubbing against them. “Come on Stubby, let me have it.”

“You sho you wants dis?”

“Yeah, I want it.”

“You sho you wants to know what feels like a penis, but is big like dis?”

“Yes, give it too me.”

Stubby let go of the box. He’d been holding it closed. The cardboard fell away and Amber looked down at the black monster in her hand. “Oh my god,” she cried. The pain in her nipples grew as they swelled out a little.

“That’s a black cock you is holding, not some little white penis.”

This Week

Same old, same old. No time to write this week, but I did do a little work on CC3. I will have some time this week. I may even post what I've written so far some time this week.

Kaos got her 8 page update in. They're getting posted early Sunday EST of late. She did say she would consider Son's Best Friend's Dad for her next comic.

That would be it, but something told me to check JohnPersons to see if Pool Party got updated and it did. 3 new pics. The party is rolling right along.

This week

Kaos' posts are getting done earlier so here's an early weekly update. Annabelle was updated.

I added the new addition of Ota's Houswives story. The new part starts with:

Coach Black had drained his meaty black balls

I got a little (very little) work down on Coxville Curse 3.

Pool Party Update

JohnPersons just posted 4 pics from Rabies' Pool Party.