“For
the love of Damballah, fuck me now, William.”
Willie
Long didn’t need to be told twice. The magnificent creature that was Adela
Laveau climbed onto the table and laid down on the remaining tarot cards,
spreading her legs for him.
Willie
stood so fast, his chair fell over. He grasped his throbbing cock and line it
up with her beautiful brown pussy folds. He pushed it inside her, her lithe
legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him in deeper.
“Hard,”
she ordered, “Fuck me hard.”
Willie
slammed his cock in and out of her as fast as his old legs could move. Adela
groaned under the onslaught, cumming constantly. The old round table threatened
to break beneath the two lovers. Her pussy felt amazing, hot and wet. Her
muscles squeezed and tugged his shaft every time he buried it. Adela Laveau was
literally built for big black cock, a descendant of Prospero Black and a voodoo
queen. “Gonna cum” groaned the old black man.
Long
laid down over her, head over her shoulder. His cock trembled inside her.
SPURT! “They will CCOOMMEE!” she cried writhing beneath him. SPURT! “People of
power,” she screamed.
SPURT!
“Will she come?” he asked, groaning as he continued filling her with his seed.
SPURT!
“No
doubt.” SPURT! “She is the most sensitive.” SPURT! SPURT! Spurt! “She will know
what is coming.” Spurt!
“Yyyyessss!”
groaned Willie as his balls emptied. Spurt spurt spurt spur…
Willie
weakly pulled out and pushed himself to his feet. He cupped his testicles and
winced. They truly felt drained for the first time since the summoning ritual
had invigorated it. Adela smiled, knowing that she had sucked him dry.
His
balls still ached as he dressed, but the pain faded as his over productive
testes went to work filling them again. He finished buttoning his shirt
watching the beautiful black woman climb off the table. She picked up the last
card, the Hanged Man and held it affectionately. He turned to the store door
and unlocked it so he could leave.
“Oh
William,” Adela called. He turned to glance back. “Well done.”
Willie
nodded and left the store.
Tears
poured down Adela’s cheeks as she stared at The Hanged Man. This card was
special and different from the others. The hanged man was bearded and black.
Between his legs was a giant rampant cock. She held it to her breast as she
bent down to riffle through her dress until she found her phone.
Adela
stood as the heavy-set voodoo woman came in and started cleaning off their
reading table. Adelea dialed a number. “Adela,” said a deep voice, answering on
the other end.
Adela
smirked as she heard feminine whimpers of pleasure coming from the other end.
“It’s time you learned about your heritage, Alexander. I’ll be having your real
estate team look for suitable property for a man of your means.”
“Where
are we going?”
“Coxville
County,” she answered. “Not much to do there, but you’ll find the women of
Coxville quite delectable for a man with your needs.”
Alexander
Brooks, the powerful CEO of B.O.W. paused on the other end. “Coxville County!
Where the fuck is that?”
Adela
answered. “Coxville’s in Southern…”
**********
Pamela
no longer knew who she was. For years, she’d believed she was madly in love
with Todd White. Was she or did she only believe it was true because all the
girls had crushes on Todd? She’d been jealous when Kitty and Todd started
dating, picturing the hot couple together and fantasizing that she was with
Todd only increasingly she started picturing herself as Todd, making love to
the beautiful Kitty Summers.
She’d
always been a tom boy. She played rough and loved sports. She had female friends
and as her female friends progressed into their teen years, she started
noticing stick figures turning curvy, flat chests budding and rapidly filling
out into the C and D or larger cups of Coxville women. She started noticing
them too much.
When
Brian had asked her out, she immediately agreed. It was expected of her, a
cheerleader to date a football player. She did like him though she liked
playing basketball of working out with him more than she enjoyed kissing or
making love to him. She went through the motions even though there was no
physical or romantic attraction.
Now
after the pool party, Pamela realized she did had a physical and romantic
attraction to someone and that someone was Miko. I’m a lesbian, she admitted,
her arms effortlessly gliding her quickly through the cold water. She’d always
been physically and romantically attracted to women. She’d never felt happier
than being close to Miko. The only thing that saddened her was that while Miko
had responded physically, she hadn’t gotten a romantic vibe from her best
friend. Miko wasn’t like her, she didn’t like girls. Pamela did. She was a
lesbian and would have to accept it even if she lived in a county whose
attitudes seemed outdated by about a hundred years.
To
confuse the young woman even more, while she had no romantic desire for men,
she did have a physical desire. To be more specific, the had a strong sexual
desire bordering on an addiction to giant black cocks. She loved everything
about them from their smell to the taste of their seed. Nothing in the world
felt better than being fully stuffed by a big black cock as it sprayed its hot
seed inside you.
Pamela
shuddered wishing she’d stayed back at the tent with Miko and Deon. She not
only wished she’d stayed in the tent, but she should have stayed in the tent.
The mist had gotten thicker then further she’d swam. She stopped and treaded
water, not exactly sure where she was anymore. She was lost.
Pamela
closed her eyes and thought on her situation. The mist was cold and seemed to
embarace her face, leaving a sheen of dew on her skin. Oddly, as she breathed
through her nose, she thought she detected just the hint the smell of sperm on
the fog. Probably still smelling Deon’s cum, she thought, wishing again that
she’d stayed in the tent.
Pam
was a smart girl. She should know what to do in this situation. Number one,
don’t panic. She’d stood on the shore and looked out over the lake as the moon
rose over the island. The moon! That was it. She opened her eyes and looked up.
There it was the moon, luckily, she full and bright, it illuminated the mist
around her. It was still rising and if she swam towards it, she should reach
the island.
Pamela
started swimming again, using the moon as her guide. When she reached slave
island, it would have passed over her and she could use it as a guide back to
the campground. She swam faster, picturing herself on top Miko, kissing her
female lover while Deon’s powerful cock fucked her from behind.
She
hadn’t swum very far when another light started guiding her. There was a fire
burning near the island’s shore. It started out dim through the fog and stayed
dim as the mist seemed even thicker the closer she got to the shore.
**********
He
watched the third load of his seed sizzling as it hit the flames. Even before
his cock had ceased ejaculating, her poured a little bit more of the precious
Waters of Damballah on top his
sizzling
semen. Fog billowed up out of the fire, the thick cloud heading off over the
lake water.
He
scooped a dollop of the liquid from his jar and started coating his rock hard
black cock, a cock stained darker from many years of rubbing Damballah’s
berries into it. His supply was getting low and with so much of the berry
production going to make Alexander Brook’s special wine, it would be a while
before he could get any more.
He
sweated from the heat of the fire and the strain of trying not to cum again so
soon. This county and this island were teeming with sexual energy on a level
he’d never encountered before. The closest he’d seen before was Damballah
Island or Congo Square in New Orleans where Prospero Black had seeded hundreds
of women before being recaptured. Making it worse, waves of sexual energy were
coming at him from all over the County. Worse even than it had the other afternoon
at the library with Bobbie Sue. The strongest waves were nearby to, just across
the lake, right where his fog was engulfing. A dozen or so women were being
serviced by the black snakes of Damballah just a mile or so away.
He’d
tested the island for its sexual energy and was stunned by the results. Alone,
his seed could summon enough fog to fill a small house, but here in Coxville
County the fog could cover dozens of square miles. The sexual energy in this
county was building up to a point it would eventually began spilling over into
the other nearby counties. Change was coming. This was proof that a god once
walked this land and his ritual was now complete. He didn’t want to seed the
hot fire again, he wanted to seed a hot pussy. Thinking of Sister Nancy or
Bobbie Sue Kindle only made his balls ache more with a desire the cum. By the
gods, the local women were magnificent. He closed his eyes and said a brief
prayer.
Damballah
would provide.
He
opened his eyes when he heard the loud feminine gasp. The woman was lovely and
dripping wet. She climbed up out of the water and stumbled along the sandy
beach towards the shoreline. She wasn’t top heavy like most of the local woman,
but lithe with an athletically toned body well displayed by her wet underwear.
Her nipples were hard through the sport’s bra. She was staring in lust at his
black hand still gliding along his rampant cock. “Are you all right,” he said,
removing his hand, not out of embarrassment, but to display his size and
thickness to her eyes.
She
gulped and licked her lips as she stared at his organ. “Yes,” she whispered.
She came to her senses and stepped back away from him a moment. He was a naked
stranger after all. Her eyes left his cock and traveled up his muscular torso.
They stopped on the wooden cross around his neck and the cross seemed to
reassure her. “I’m fine,” she said. “Just went for a swim and almost got lost
in the fog.”
“Strange
night for a swim, Miss…”
“Pamela.
I’ve done it a lot, though not at night. I’m at the campground across the
lake.”
“Despre,”
he told her. She frowned a little at the weird name. “Believe it or not, I’m a
priest. What’s going on at the campground?”
It
wasn’t every day you saw a masturbating priest and an impressively hung
masturbating priest. Pamela stared at his cock again before turning around. The
wall of fog was receding rapidly across the lake. “Coxville High’s senior
bonfire. We do it once a year.” She turned back around, trying to force herself
to look him in his eyes, but they uncontrollably kept getting drawn to his
cock. It was close to perfection. She’d swum right into the strongest part of
the fog and would be craving sex. “What are you doing here?”
“Praying,”
he answered. “This island is sacred. It was inhabited by escaped…”
“Slaves,”
she answered. “Yes, I know. We hear the story every February during black
history month.”
“Of
course,” said Despre. She licked her lips while staring at the foot-long shaft
between his legs while taking a deep breath in through her nose. “Would you
like a taste?”
“W-what?”
she asked embarrassed, looking away from his cock.
“The
jelly you’re smelling.” He dipped his finger into the jar and took a step
closer. She froze, poised to flee, but held her ground. Despre stepped closer
to her and rubbed his finger on her lips.
Pamela
trembled at the taste, licking her lips. Her stomach fluttered with lust. Her
pussy throbbed. She wanted… needed something big inside her to satisfy her. She
wanted the large cock of this strange man, a cock flawless, but for patches of
lighter skin near the base. It smelled like the delicious jelly she still
tasted on her lips. Her arousal dripped down the sand having soaked through her
wet panty. “It’s good,” she hissed through her teeth, trembling again. Pamela
felt like she might cum at any moment.
“Are
you a sinner Pamela?” he asked.
“Yes,”
she answered.
“I
see the lust in your eyes, the desire you feel for my cock.”
“Yes,”
she answered again. She looked down, her hand reaching out to grab his shaft.
She trembled when she touched it, both from her need and her fear he might
reject her touch. He said nothing, and she let her hand glide along the shaft.
It was still slick from the berry jelly. The berry jelly she desperately wanted
to taste again. “I can’t help it. I want your big black cock.”
“Remove
your clothes and confess your sin to me as god made you.” She unhooked her
sports bra as he listened intently as she told him about the pool party which
he decided was the energy he’d felt during his time in the library with Mrs. Kindle.
She told him of her feelings for Miko and of sharing Deon with her before she’d
gone for a swim while she stepped out of her panty. Her desire dripping freely
between her legs as she stood nude.
“I
know it’s wrong, loving a woman while giving in to my lust for the black men. I
can’t help myself, Father. I need this,” Pamela hissed, stroking his cock
faster. “Am I sick?”
“My
order calls our holy men Papa, not father. And no dear, you aren’t sick. You
are enlightened. You have found what makes you happy. Embrace it.”
“But
homosexuality is a sin. And why do I want your cock so much?”
“To
deny what sexually satisfies you is to deny yourself. It doesn’t matter if that
satisfaction comes from a woman or the big black cock you’re jerking off. As
for your lust for my cock. It’s in your bible.”
“What?”
Pamela’s knees were so weak, she felt she might fall at any moment and take his
cock into her mouth.
“Ezekial
23:20; There she lusted after her lovers, whose genitals were like those of
donkeys and whose emission was like that of a horse.” He raised his finger up
to her lips, a large dollop of jelly covered the tip. Pamela wrapped her lips
around it and sucked it clean, bobbing her head over his finger like she would
over Brian’s small white penis. She stared into his dark eyes. He pulled his
finger out when she’d sucked it clean. She wanted more and looked down as he
dipped two fingers into the jar, slowly raising more of the delicious jelly
upwards, but he stopped at her bare breasts. “It continues with the next verse.
So, she longed for the lewdness of her youth, when in Egypt your bosom was
caressed, and your young breasts fondled.” As he spoke, he rubbed his fingers
around both nipples, coating them with the jelly.
Pamela
moaned. Her nipples were already hard, but they swelled up almost painfully.
They turned ultra-sensitive as his fingers flicked over them and pinched them.
Pleasurable spasms ran like shockwaves from her nipples straight between her
legs. He pulled his hand back, wiping the rest of the jelly off on the wet
folds between her legs. She humped his finger like a bitch in heat, wrapping
her arms around his neck and kissing the complete strange while he fingered her
to her first orgasm. She came while sucking his tongue.
Pamela
lost herself with her lust, sliding down his body. She licked her way down his
chest and abdominals as she squatted, kissing him on the navel before dropping
to her knees. Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, tasting more of the
berry flavored jelly which only made her lust for it more.
Papa
Despre gasped in delight as she sucked his cock in as deep into her mouth as
she could. She was out of control and sucked him like crazy. He’d been so
close, that he didn’t last long. He pumped his seed down her throat, filling
her belly. As she pulled back, she tasted his seed for the first time. He’d
used the jelly as a testosterone rub for so many years, his semen tasted of it.
She sucked him even faster, gulping his sperm down as fast as he could pump it
out. His cum rapidly filled her belly twice the voluminous amount Deon’s giant
balls produced.
Despre
pulled her to her feet. Pamela looked stunned. Her tongue licked all over her
lips seeking more of his seed or the jelly. “You want more?” he asked. She
nodded. His large black hand took her petite white one and led her towards a
nearby picnic table. She glanced down at the hard cock pointing the way. It
hadn’t shrunk at all after cumming. If anything, it looked even more swollen in
anticipation. Despre turned her and grabbed her hips effortlessly lifting her
to sit on the end of the table. He scooped a small dollop of jelly from the jar
and smeared it on the head of his cock before setting the jar down beside her.
“Fuck
me,” she pleaded, spreading her legs as he stepped between them. His big
beautiful cock reared up above her blondish brown pubes, bobbing slightly. The
head glistening a dark purple as the moonlight reflected on the jelly. He stood
still, doing nothing. Pamela reached down and too his shaft, guiding it downwards
as she spread her legs wider. “AAhhh!” she gasped as he pushed the head inside.
The jelly turned her loins into a furnace of desire.
Despre
grabbed her ankles and began thrusting his hips. She watched as it worked
deeper inside her. Pamela groaned in lust for this new cock, several inches
smaller and not quite as fat as Deon’s, but somehow the black priest felt
bigger inside her. She stared in awe as he pulled back exposing several wet
inches of shaft before pushing it deeper and pulling it back out, more of his
black cock soaking with her arousal. The dry area grew smaller and smaller as
his pubic mound approached her pussy lips. Despre grunted and pushed his entire
cock inside her. Pamela trembled and moaned, falling back on the table as her body
writhed from the intensity of the biggest orgasm she’d had yet.
Despre
didn’t wait for her to calm down. His grip tightened on her ankles as he began
to fuck her hard and fast. She stared lovingly at him while he slammed her big
cock in and out of her. He stared down at her body, watching her tits shake
under the hard pounding. Occasionally, her hips would buck up into his cock as
she came again. Brian would have ejaculated within minutes at the pace Despre
was fucking her. Countless minutes and countless orgasms passed as she lost
track of time. The full moon moved in the sky. Eventually, it hovered right
behind Despre’s head illuminating him like a halo. She could see sweat
glistening on his face, his entire torso. Sweat poured off Deon’s obese body when
the fucked, flying off his quivering flesh. On Despre, it was sexy.
For
a moment, Despre looked like he might pass out. He appeared as if in a trance,
his eyes rolled up into his head as he pushed his cock in deep and held it. She
could feel it jerk and then the first hot blast of seed hosed her womb.
Pamela’s orgasmic scream echoed off the lake.
For
Despre, everything went hazy. A ghostly image of Bobbie Sue Kindle appeared
beside him naked. She was with a black man… no two, make that three black men
at this very table. The librarian took all three black men worshipping their
black cocks. Despre’s head bobbed looking around at more ghostly images couples
fucking in sleeping bags over the years, a teen giving her boyfriend’s little
white penis a blow job at another nearby table ten years ago. He looked inwards
towards the island and backwards into the past. The crudely built huts rose up
from the ground. Around and in them, black couples fucked and sucked
constantly. Half a dozen nude black women danced erotically around a fire under
the full moon, praying and beseeching Damballah to help them. They fingered
themselves to orgasm while some used carved African phallic statues to bring
themselves off. A matronly female walked amongst the huts, her phallic staff
very familiar to the black priest. She directed certain couples to mate
selecting who would breed with who. Mostly, the males with shaved heads and the
largest cocks received the most buxom nubile black women.
His
eyes cleared as the last of his cum filled the teenager’s womb. Despre looked
down at her. Pamela was nearly comatose from the jelly enhanced orgasm. He bent
down over her and kissed her nipples before moving up to kiss her numb lips.
For several seconds, they remained dead, but eventually her soft lips came to
life moving against his own, parting to accept his tongue into her mouth. She
moaned, starting to hump his cock again.
Despre
stood and stepped back until his cock pulled free. His sperm following, to pour
onto the sand beneath the table. “Turn over,” he ordered.
Pamela
struggled to sit up, but eventually she managed to turn over and get on all
fours on the table. Despre grabbed her hips and pulled her ass down. He pushed
his cock back into her, holding it inside, temporarily stemming the flow of
semen from her pussy. Pam watched from the corner of her eye as he grabbed the
jar off the table. Her body shook like an addict at the thought of him using
more of the purple jelly on her pussy, but when it came, it wasn’t where she
expected.
Her
body jerked when she felt the finger on her butt hole. The tip spread the jelly
around her rosebud, pressing against her sphincter until she opened for him.
“Not there,” she moaned into her folder arms. “You’re too big…OHHHH!” Her ass
was tingling, clenching his finger trying to pull it deeper and push it out.
“YES!” she hissed. “Fuck my ass,” she begged as the fires of desire spread
through her rectum. Her ass closed as he slowly removed his finger. “Please
fuck me ass,” she cried as he slowly removed his cock from her pussy. She
watched him dip his finger back into the jar and knew he was adding some more
jelly to the tip of his cock. When the pressure returned to her sphincter, it
was something much bigger then the tip of his finger pushing into her.
The
jelly removed all pain from her first ass fuck. There was only pleasure and
desire for more of his cock as he slowly started sodomizing her with his big
black cock. Pamela came again as he fucked her ass. The orgasming forcing more
of his seed to spray out from her pussy. She moaned, pushing back on the table,
fucking his cock back. Soon she was shaking her ass all around his shaft
fucking him back as hard as he was fucking her. She clenched her sphincter,
trying to milk the sperm from his cock. It worked for soon Despre had pushed
enough of his shaft into her that his balls slapped against her pussy. His cock
could barely jerk, she was gripping it so tightly. It just trembled and filled
her bowels with a hot liquid warmth that spread a feeling of total satisfaction
through her body.
Despre
pushed against her ass which seemed reluctant to release his cock as it slowly
sprang free, plopping down limp. A short geyser like spurt of semen followed it
as his sperm began pouring from her anus. “Thank you,” moaned Pamela, happily.
“For
fucking your ass?”
“For
everything,” she moaned, pushing herself up. “Especially the advice. I’m going
to embrace what makes me happy.”
He
pulled her to her feet off the table. “Did I make you happy?” he chuckled.
Pamela
embraced him. “Yes,” she whispered. He grabbed the jar off the table and held
it as he led her back to the fire. She limped and stumbled from being so weak.
“Where are we going?”
“My
sleeping bag. You shouldn’t swim back tonight. We can canoe back in the morning
after some more fun that is.”
“Sounds
wonderful, but I think I’m done for the night.” Pamela did look exhausted. “A
girl can only cum that hard so many times.” Despre smirked back, letting her go
when they neared the sleeping bag. She turned and looked out over the lake. The
water was free of the fog, but it still hovered over the campsite where her
classmates were. She thought she could make out the bonfire in the mist and the
faint sounds of rap music echoed off the lake.
She
turned around looking down at Despre’s cock. For the first time it looked
spent, hanging down like a fat spoiled black banana. When she looked up, he was
spreading a dollop of the jelly on his outstretched tongue. He dipped his
finger in the jar and took some more holding the finger up to her mouth. She
stuck her tongue out and he rubbed the jelly onto her tongue. She closed her
eyes, licking his finger clean as the heat spread through her body reenergizing
her.
Pamela
lowered herself to the sleeping bag, watching the muscular black man turn and
place a lid back on the jar, placing it in the sand nearby as gently as one
might set an infant down. When he turned back around, his cock was rampant
sticking out proudly between his legs.
Pamela
opened her legs and pulled him inside as he laid down on top of her.
They
fucked six more times that night.
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