The Coxville Curse Saga
Copyright 2017 by Stormbringer
Based upon comics by The Pit and Stormbringer
The Coxville Curse Part 2: Chapter 15: One Hot Librarian’s Faith Exchange
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October 16, 2009: Friday, the Day of the Pool Party
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Bobbie Sue stood by the door and let the last of the library patrons out, locking it behind them. “Staying late again?” asked the Coxville Public Library's Director. The Director gathered up her purse. She was a thin figured woman in her fifties. Skinny with almost no breasts and short cut hair. She wasn't a native of the county, but had been hired because she had a master's in library sciences. “When are you going to share your secret research project with us, Bobbie?”
“Soon,” replied Mrs. Kindle. “I'm showing some of it to a visitor shortly.”
“The Priest? I don't mind a man of god in here after hours.” She headed towards the rear door and her car. The Director was dedicated, but not one to stay long past 5:00pm on a Friday night. “Have a good evening.” The woman paused and let her gaze fall on Bobbie Sue's rear end fully displayed in tight yoga pants. Bobbie Sue half felt she'd be reprimanded, but instead the older woman's gaze lingered a little too long before leaving. The staff suspected she was a lesbian, but no one knew for sure. She'd divorced over thirty years ago and never remarried or had a boyfriend as far as anyone knew.
Bobbie Sue turned off the library lights and strolled over to her workstation. The air conditioning automatically turned down when the library closed, so she undid her blouse and removed it, glad the Director couldn't see the tight halter she'd worn beneath her top. She sat before her computer, but her mind had trouble focusing on her work. Her brain was thinking about black cock.
Sometimes it seemed like the more sex she had, the hornier she got. Big black cock didn’t satisfy her, it only made her crave more like an addict wondering where her next fix would come from even before the black cock in her pussy quit spurting. Bobbie Sue sighed and sat back in the chair. She closed her eyes and slid her hands up under her halter top, her fingers rubbing her nipples. Her pussy quivered in need even after fucking her boss just that morning. Principal Long had called her in to his office during her study hall and ordered her to strip off her blouse and skirt. Soon thereafter, she was impaled on his cock, her legs wrapped around the back of his chair as she kissed the old black man passionately. They fucked the whole period with Long depositing a huge load of sperm in her womb before she leaped off his cock and milked a few remaining spurts of cum into her thirsty mouth. His seed tasted particularly good to her, though all black cum was addictively delicious. “I called you in this morning Mrs. Kindle to compliment you on your motivational skills. All three of the students that you took on the field trip have assured me they intend to graduate high school. I expect you to keep those students and others motivated.” She had eagerly agreed.
Bobbie Sue was horny as she sat alone in the darkened library. She wasn’t horny thinking about Long or even her
time on the island with Elton. Omar, and Bron. She was horny thinking about a man she had never had and likely never would. That man was Father Despre, a visiting priest staying with the Sisters of Mercy. He had contacted her several weeks ago and even over the phone, his voice had a sensual, soothing quality to it, almost hypnotic. At that time, she wasn’t even sure he was black. She just enjoyed listening to his voice and his slight Cajun accent. He was interested in her research and the history of the old Cox plantation. They spoke several more times on the phone each time for a little longer. Bobbie Sue didn’t want to hang up. Last night they had finally met. Bobbie Sue had nearly swooned the minute he stepped into the coffee shop. David caught her, and she thanked her husband telling him that she had stood up too quickly. Her hands were shaking nervously when she shook the black priest’s hand. He gripped her hand tightly, his dark eyes staring into her green ones before slowly moving down to stare at the gold cross around her neck or was it the swell of her large bosom? Her own eyes looked down his very fit body before coming to rest on the primitively tied wooden cross around his neck. An interesting choice from the more opulent crosses she usually saw on priests.
They sat and chatted, but not for long. Her stupid husband was in a hurry to get to dinner. Bobbie Sue gave Despre copies of her notes to which he seemed quite grateful. They shook hands again and Bobbie Sue was reluctant to release his hand. The black priest was very… intense. He’d left her so horny, she’d even had sex with her husband that night which certainly didn’t satisfy her.
Bobbie Sue forced herself to concentrate on her research. She had found a new document, the delight of every historical researcher. She finished scanning it into the computer and carefully removed the original letter. The letter had been found inside an old family bible. She sat down and read it again.
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My dearest brother Jonathan,
Tonight, was a good night. We did it. We drove out the followers of the devil, Prospero. We met in the stables, some two dozen of us, proud Southern white men all gathered to listen to Franklin Cox speak. Mr. Cox was flanked by his brother’s sons-in-laws, Caleb Summers and Joshua Small, all victims of the devil Prospero who had stolen the virtues of their wives in this very stable, now corrupted by the foul seed of the black devil (Bobbie Sue shivered for the library was built on the very spot where the plantation’s stables once stood).
Franklin Cox extolled us while Small and Summers passed out the robes that would hide our identities. Soon we were all mounted torches burning and galloping towards the West side of the Cox plantation where the niggers lived. We ignored the outer buildings for we still needed the good niggers to work the fields and galloped straight towards the center of their village where the bald-headed fiends dwelled. Well, Johnny Reb, I can truly say we caught the niggers off guard and fired some of their homes before any realized we were even there. I saw Lewis Parker shoot a fleeing woman in the back when she ran nekkid from a burning home. Her mate, I believe it was an uppity negro named Falstaff ran out of the hut with a spear. He was nekkid too and I couldn’t believe the size of the phallus swinging between his legs. I’d heard rumors of course, but there is nothing like seeing the like in person. Though, I’d had no intention of killing that night, I believe god raised my hand and pulled the trigger for me. Falstaff fell dead and another nigger Pertrucio fell soon thereafter to another bullet. Then the devil’s pagan mother appeared, Tituba. The foul witch that had caused us so much pain. I raised the pistol again, but curse my luck, the gun misfired. She was nekkid, but for a cloth around her hips and I must say, I’ve never seen a finer looking female specimen for a woman in her fifties. If she’d been one of Madam Dietrich’s proper nigger whores, I would have paid a few pennies for a romp with her the next time we visited Dietrich’s brothel in Bar’s town. Of course, Tituba was not a “proper” nigger, but an evil witch and mother of demons. In her hands was a pagan staff carved like a serpent with the top of the staff being the shape of a serpent’s head and painted black. It is said, her obeah staff was carved from the very branch they used to hang her son! Even as my gun misfired, I watched her swing that staff at a passing rider, knocking him off his horse and falling to the ground, not getting up. The temerity of the black witch! Another rider managed to force her down with his horse, the former slave Caliban rushing to her side and helping her to her feet.
Franklin Cox fired his gun in the air and we rode up to him gathering around him in a semi-circle, rifles, pistols, and a few cavalry sabers aimed at the growing number of former slaves emerging from the huts. Many were nekkid and
as I stared at the long black phallus’s, many near a foot-long dangling, I wanted to shoot them all. Cox stood up in his saddle and told them that it was time for them to leave and if they didn’t we’d be back, night after night. They stared at us, the hatred in their eyes returned with equal hatred in our eyes. Cox sat back down in the saddle, pulled the reins on his horse turning it back towards home and we followed.
Well Johnny Reb, I can proudly say that the next day, Tituba and some forty followers of her son’s, hightailed it out of town and were seen heading East. Though I must confess, a part of me wishes they had stayed awhile longer so that I could shoot some more. You have no concept of what an abomination in the lord’s eyes those males are with their shaven heads and their horse-sized phalluses. They should all die, and I promise you Johnny, this new group, this movement sweeping the South is the means to accomplish just that. I urge you to join our new Ku Klux Klan. I fully believe that it is the only thing that can save the South now before it’s too late.
Your brother in family, god, and rebellion, Jake Kindle, 1886
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The letter both saddened and disturbed Bobbie Sue. Jake Kindle was a direct ancestor of her husband’s and the family bible the letter had been found in, was in her very house. There was racism and there was RACISM. This letter was filled with hatred and death. Tears had rolled down her cheeks the first time she’d read it. David had looked at her like she was crazy, he just shrugged it off as an event that happened in the past. “At least my family never owned slaves, we were too poor,” he said, shrugging again. Bobbie Sue wasn’t so lucky, there were slave owners in her ancestry. Bobbie Sue was religious, but not too devout. Still, she crossed herself and brought her cross up to her lips to kiss as she prayed that mankind would find a better future. She heard a car door slam outside the library and her heart skipped a beat even as her “Amen” left her lips.
Bobbie Sue forced herself to calm down as her heart rate grew. What had she been thinking dressing like this? The hardworking woman usually dressed professionally, but attractively. Today, she’d worn tight yoga pants and a halter top with no bra under her work blouse. Her reddish blonde hair wasn’t piled up on her head, but hanging down her shoulders. Not an unusual outfit for a gym, but not a proper one for meeting a priest alone in a closed library. She was exposing her figure for his eyes, hoping he’d want her like some Jezebel tempting a celibate priest! She began to regret her decision and considered pulling the blouse back on or not answering the door even as she ran to the window to look out to make sure it was him. Too late! Father Despre saw her and waved. She feebly waved back.
Despre hadn’t dressed like a priest for his meeting with her either. If anything, he had dressed down. Sweat pants covered his lower torso and Bobbie Sue could see the swinging bulge of a massive black cock beneath the material. He wore only a tee shirt, that hugged a well-developed chest and left his muscular arms bare. He had some strange tribal armbands around his biceps, a strange pendant necklace, and his humble wooden cross around his neck. As she watched, even as he waved, the big black man suddenly staggered as if hit by an invisible force. Bobbie Sue was startled, but he waved her off that he was all right even as he drew himself up to his full height. She gasped again at what she saw. His sweats were now bulging out from the pressure of a huge erection beneath them. His huge cock appeared desperately to be trying to break free of its confines. He stopped and stared off into the distance, in the direction of the suburbs outside town. The black priest turned away from her and when he turned back, she saw that he had adjusted himself, the swollen outline of a thick black log bulging straight up from his crotch to above his navel.
“Father, are you all right?” she asked running to the door and unlocking it.
“I’m fine,” said Despre, though he still looked a little dazed in her estimation. Sweat had broken out on his forehead and it was clear his cock was still hard. It even jerked as she stared at it.
She looked up and found his dark eyes were taking in her figure, her bare belly, the clear outlines on her nipples under her top. Why hadn’t she worn a bra? It was cruel to tease this man. “Are you sure, Father?”
Despre looked down her body again and embarrassingly she felt her nipples harden even more under his gaze. Not just the nipple, but her entire areola had puffed out to the point they ached. He didn’t look put off by her outfit. Instead, he grinned. That was another thing she found different about this strange priest, he seemed happy, not stern and uptight like all the other priests she’d met. “It’s hard to explain, but I’m sensitive to various energies and I just felt a strong one when I was outside. It’s a gift from my god.” He didn’t tell her that those energies were sexual waves and this blast had been a strong one. It was still coming. Somewhere out in the suburbs, multiple men and women were sending off strong sexual vibes that were building in an increasing crescendo. “I must say, you look fantastic, Mrs. Kindle.” He stared openly up and down her body, even bending his head to get a better view of her ass. Her body involuntarily turned to present him a better view.
That really turned the faucets on, she thought wishing she could squeeze her thighs together. “Thank you, Father and please call me Bobbie Sue. I worked out a little after class today before meeting you here.”
“Well your routine pays off, Bobbie Sue.”
“You should meet my sister Sammy, she’s a real fitness nut. You obviously know quite a bit about staying in shape too, Father.” To her horror, Bobbie Sue’s hand and reached up to squeeze his bicep. She yanked it back in embarrassment.
Despre chuckled. “You have something to show me?”
“Yes,” she gasped. Her hands wanted to come up and pull the halter off over her head before wiggling out of her yoga pants. “The letter, of course. Follow me.”
Bobbie Sue sat at her research desk and handed Father Despre the letter. “It’s depressing,” she warned him even as his eyes skimmed down the words. He nodded in response. “This was written by a direct ancestor of my husband’s.”
“Thank you, Bobbie. May I have a copy?” he asked handing the letter back to her.
“Of course, Father.”
“Please call me, Papa. It’s a more common term for a priest where I come from.”
“Certainly, Papa Despre.” Sitting had put her eye level with his amazing bulge. It hadn’t shrunk an inch. “Papa,” she whispered staring. He said something, but she was too enthralled by his bulge. “Excuse me, Papa?”
“I have something for you.”
And I want it, she thought watching the outline of his cock throb. “What’s that, Papa?”
“Information, Bobbie Sue. I think I know where your slaves went.”
That got Bobbie Sue’s attention. She looked up at him. “What’s that?”
“The name Tituba rang a bell for me. Go to the Damballahislandresort.com on your computer.”
Excited, Bobbie Sue quickly typed in the URL into her search engine and the Damballah Island Resort page filled her screen. It was a typical Caribbean island resort page, with palm trees, luxury hotels, couples in bathing suits strolling down the beach, etc. The island was small, slightly larger than Key West with a small city on one end and the resort on the other. The resort was new and had been built with funding from Sam-Edi enterprises. “It looks lovely.”
“It is, I’ve visited there often. Click on the history link.”
Bobbie Sue clicked on the link and started reading the story of the founding of Damballah Island.
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The following is an excerpt from the history section of the Damballah Island Resort website:
The ship’s hold was hot and crowded with former African slaves. The male’s heads were all shaved and were nude but for loincloths in the heat. The women were dressed the same, large breasts exposed, heaving and wet with sweat. If slavery had still been legal, the blacks would have brought a fortune as they were all prime physical specimens in their twenties and thirties except for the priestess Tituba who was 56 at the time, but had the figure of a woman 20 years younger. There were some children and half the women were pregnant. Only one was having difficulty with the heat. The ship’s crew allowed her on deck to cool off. The men ogled her and offered her money to lay with them, but she refused. One man wouldn’t take no for an answer and was lashed by the ship’s captain who restricted the woman’s deck time. The others were allowed to come up on deck in small groups as night fell. This had been their lot since the ship left Charleston a week previously.
The ship was called simply “HOPE” and it was a former slave ship with a large hold. The only differences between these blacks and their slave ancestors was that the free blacks weren’t shackled, and they were heading in the opposite direction then their captive ancestors had traveled. They were going back to Africa for repatriation. The Portuguese captain, a man named Antonio Carlito had taken the last of their money with the promise of passage to Liberia. But he had no plans to keep his promise.
Captain Carlito anchored Hope off an uninhabited island in the Caribbean. He told the blacks that they could go ashore, stretch their legs, and look for food and water. His men rowed the former slaves to the white sandy beach while the ship gently rocked in the lagoon. The last rowboat contained the few possessions of the migrants which the sailors tossed on shore while the blacks were gorging themselves on the black berries native to the island. Tituba ran to retrieve her prized book from where it rested on the sand with the water lapping at its pages. She picked it up clutching it protectively to her breast while watching the Hope hauling the rowboat on board and soon afterwards the anchor.
Captain Carlito’s last words to the stranded blacks was, “You can swim the rest of the way to Africa, you heathen niggers.” and the ship turned, sailing back West.
The following is an excerpt from Captain Antonio Carlito’s log from Hope dated June 4, 1887. It is translated from the Portuguese and contains obscene language, Readers should be advised before continuing:
My conscious is clear as I watched my men take the niggers to the shore. In truth, I had not sought to abandon them until that moment. The idea came to me as I watched the witch Tituba rowed ashore, her hand clutching the satanic black snake staff staring back at me accusingly as if she knew my intentions. I hated them. Not because they were niggers. Half my crew are niggers and good sailors all. I hated them because they are not Christian, not a one of them. The males have shaved heads as a sign of solidarity to some messianic figure, the refer to as Prospero or sometimes Damballah. Like our lord Jesus Christ, their Prospero was executed, but unlike the true son of god, he did not rise from the dead. They are ungodly creatures of the devil and deserve what is coming to them. I’ve heard the evil chants coming from the ship’s hold nightly as they beseech Satan to guide them. Worse than the chants are the sounds of them fucking. Constantly fucking, their moans of pleasure rise from the hold. My men listen and watch through the hatch while they fuck. I too have watched and what I saw only convinced me more of their fiendish nature. The men all bare the cocks of bulls and their balls are filled with semen to match. They are more animal then men. At any given time, two or more are fucking. The women are as wanton as the men and seem to enjoy the giant devil cocks of the males. Furthermore, many seem to share or swap their partners and I have seen women sometimes servicing two males, taking one male in her mouth while the other fucks her from behind. I have watched them nearly every night and I need no more proof that they serve the devil then this, yet further proof they provided.
As the Hope sailed away, I turned my glass back on the island. The niggers had gone mad! I stared intently at them. I could see their mouths smeared with black juice from the berries they had consumed. I could see the lust in their eyes. I could see their erect bull cocks. Every male was erect and looking towards the nearest female to bury their huge nigger cocks in. The women were just as mad, rubbing berry juice onto their breasts as they grabbed the nearest nigger cock and guided it into their mouths or their womanhood’s. Only the witch wasn’t engaged in the wanton act of fornicating. Tituba was standing in the water watching us sail away, clutching the book to her breasts and holding the staff out from her body. The last thing I saw was her turning and walking out of the water as the nigger called Caliban rushed her, his giant cock bobbing before him. Soon Tituba had joined the others riding Caliban’s huge bull cock, her screams of pleasure coming to me across the water. I wished I had just dropped the lot of them in the ocean rather than witness this demonic madness.
The Hope was destroyed in a storm three days after stranding the former slaves and the log was salvaged from the hull. There were no survivors.
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Bobbie Sue was stunned by what she read on the Damballah Island Resort website. It was yet another amazing chapter in the history of Coxville. There was more to the history of Damballah Island including some pictures. There were several pictures of the serpent staff. The carved black snake coiled around the entire shaft to the top where it ended in a phallic serpentine head. The other pictures were of Tituba’s precious book. It was displayed in a glass case in the town of Santo Prospero's city hall. It was water damaged and faded with age. You couldn’t read the title anymore, but the picture was captioned, Experiments in Plant Hybridization by Gregor Mendel.
“The pea guy?”
“Excuse me?” said Despre.
Tituba’s prized possession was a book by Mendel, the pea guy.”
“The father of modern genetics,” said Despre, staring at the lovely blond.
“And it’s written in German! Amazing that an African-American slave could read a book in German.” Bobbie Sue was stunned. The Cox family had been selectively breeding slaves for over a century culminating in their superman, Prospero and the giant cocked residents of Coxville today. Could the Cox family have been aware of at least the concept of genetics before Mendel had even discovered and codified it?
Bobbie Sue glanced over at the black priest standing beside her. His cock was still straining at his pants. “But you’re not from Coxville?”
“New Orleans. Why do you ask?”
“You have a big coc… penis.” Bobbie Sue blushed in horror when she realized her error. “You appear quite large down there, but you’re not a Coxville native. You’re from New Orle…” It suddenly occurred to her that Prospero had spent years in New Orleans, spreading his seed around to dozen maybe hundreds of women.
“I am quite endowed, Mrs. Kindle. Thank you for noticing.”
Bobbie Sue buried her head in her hands to hide her red face. “I’m sorry Father. I know this is inappropriate.”
“Well it is hard to hide,” he bent to whisper in her ear, “my big black cock that is.”
Bobbie Sue gulped and raised her head back up. She was suddenly starting to believe that she had a chance of
satisfying her lust for the handsome black priest. “Father? Sorry Papa, is it possible that you are descended from Prospero? That would explain why you’re so… BIG!” She stared lustfully at his bulge even as it twitched trying to break free of the elastic waist band holding it against his stomach.
“My family history does go back to that time period.” He was grinning at her, enjoying this line of questioning.
“Papa,” she said taking her eyes off his crotch and raising them to look him in the eyes, “Do you believe the curse could be real?”
“Perhaps, but is it a curse? Some might call it a blessing.”
“Melvin said the same thing.” He raised his eyebrows and she explained. “He’s a senior at Coxville High. The greatest brain I have ever encountered. He deciphered the curse for me in minutes. He’s not like us, persons of faith, he’s an atheist and doesn’t believe in curses only science.”
“An interesting youth,” said Despre. “Tell me Mrs. Kindle, if the curse is real, have you succumbed to it?”
Bobbie Sue stared back at him in horror. “No….” but his piercing eyes detected the lie, “Yes,” she whispered, hanging her head down, but finding that only put her in line to stare at his cock again.
“Confess to me now, Bobbie Sue. Hold nothing back.”
Bobbie Sue grabbed her cross and continued to stare at his bulge. “Forgive me Papa, for I have sinned. It has been five years since my last confession. I have committed the sin of adultery with many men. The first was Melvin, one of my students. My research had made me curious. All I wanted was to see if it was true about the cock sizes of black males in Coxville, but once I saw it I wanted it. It was simply… perfect.”
Despre couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She went from Melvin to Andy Gooch, the stoner, to her boss to the two high school janitors and then to three truant students she had taken on only several days in the past on an island in Lake Cox. “You have had intercourse with eight men of color in violation of your marriage vows?” he asked.
“Yes Papa, I.. I… fear I have become a slut for big black cocks. I don’t know what to do. Is there hope for my soul? I don’t think I can stop.”
“There is always hope, Mrs. Kindle. We must test your faith. Your ability to resist temptation.” To Bobbie Sue’s shock and surprise, Papa Despre reached up to the waistband of his sweat pants and tugged them down under his balls. She gasped in lust as his huge cock crashed down like a felled redwood tree. Her hand came out to grab the shaft. His perfect cock was a perfect twelve inches of perfectly sculpted perfection. It wasn’t the longest or thickest she’d had, but it was flawless in design. The only thing unusual about his shaft was that it was darker in color then the rest of his skin. The black coloring also grew spotty towards the base of his shaft making it appear to have been painted or stained. “Resist temptation,” he repeated even as her hand glided up and down the thick shaft.
“But I want it,” she muttered enthralled by his cock. It even smelled different from the others.
“Resist temptation,” he said again, “or give in to your natural womanly needs and show this big black cock how much you want it.”
Bobbie Sue slid her hand down to the base of his shaft and bent the hard monstrosity down towards her open mouth. She slurped on the head, looking up at him even as Papa Despre was pulling the tee shirt over his head. One of her dainty white hands came up to glide over his hard stomach and abdominal muscles. His body was as sculpted as his cock, a work of art.
Not only did his cock smell different, but it tasted different too. It was sweeter than the other black men, juicier and she assumed he must use a brand of body wash she wasn’t familiar with. The taste only made her want it more and she began bobbing her head faster sucking more than half the length inside her mouth. She looked demurely up at him. He was grinning down at her and looking quite smug and happy. Even as she stared, his eyes grew wide in surprise and the smug grin left her face. His cock bucked in her throat and she felt it pumping. Sperm gushed down to fill her belly. Bobbie Sue was disappointed. She was just getting started, but then she remembered who she was blowing. Papa Despre was a celibate priest and might very well be a virgin and even if he’d had intercourse before taking his vows, he’d probably never felt the pleasure of having his cock sucked especially by someone who’d become somewhat of an expert. Her brain filled with the guilt of leading this holy man astray, but the guilt fled as she pulled back and his pumping cock filled her mouth with his seed. It was delicious! His sperm was mouthwatering good, vaguely sweet, and similar to the taste of his shaft. It was the best she’d ever tasted and addictively good. “Yummy,” she said, as his cock plopped out of her mouth and she stroked a few more squirts of his cum out onto her tongue. Bobbie Sue immediately felt foolish and blushed.
Despre snorted. “Like that do ya?” He was still reeling from the blast of sexual energy that had just hit him. Multiple women had just become servants of the black snake of Damballah, even if they didn’t realize it yet.
Bobbie Sue sobbed suddenly and stood up out of the chair. “Forgive me father, I couldn’t help myself. I see you more as a man, then a priest. Forgive this sinner.”
Despre watched as she brought her cross up to her mouth and pursed her lips. “Wait!” he ordered before she could kiss it. “Kiss mine.”
Bobbie Sue looked at him strangely. He raised his cross up to her mouth. It was nothing more than two pieces of wood tied together by some leather thongs. A very humble cross for a not very humble man. She pursed her lips and kissed the wood. From time to time, Bobbie Sue struggled with her faith. Praying for guidance rarely worked and she’d once made the mistake of asking Melvin why he was an atheist. His answer was so rational and logical, that she’d almost unconverted at once. She hadn’t asked again. Kissing Despre’s cross convinced her more than anything that there was a god. She was filled with a sense of peace and wellbeing that she’d never gotten from prayer before or going to mass. Impossible, but she almost felt like god was pleased with her behavior!
Much to Bobbie Sue’s surprise, Despre stepped away from her still holding the cross up. She looked down and saw that he had stepped out of his sweats and even as she watched he kicked off his shoes. He was naked, but for the cross and the tribal looking armbands. “You are a sinner, Mrs. Kindle, for you are a daughter of Eve. You have been tempted by the black snake and tasted of the fruit of the tree of knowledge.” Despre felt a large dollop of semen drip from his limp cock. The lovely blonde watched it fall the library’s carpet and licked her lips. He closed his eyes and gathered in some of the sexual energy that permeated this entire county. His cock stretched an inch and rose hardening back to full mast. He heard the woman gasp. When he opened his eyes, it was his turn to gasp. The town librarian had pulled the halter off over her head. Her breasts were magnificent, large conical melons with long pointy nipples. “You now have the knowledge, Bobbie Sue,” he said watching her struggle to pull the tight yoga pants down. “The knowledge that only big black cock can satisfy you or bring you happiness.”
“It’s true,” whispered the now naked Mrs. Kindle. She walked towards Despre. He led her towards a long study table and lifted her up onto it. The table was the perfect height for fucking. Bobbie laid down on her back and spread her pussy lips open for him even as he guided the apple sized cock head towards her hungry pussy. “Fuck me, Papa,” she pleaded.
Despre pushed his cock head down against her pussy until he began to penetrate her. The handsome black man threw his head back and cried, “Mwen sakrifye sa yo orgasms ou Damballah, kreyatè de vi.”
Bobbie Sue looked up at him in alarm. He’d spoken in the Haitian Creole of the curse. She’d caught what sounded like, sacrifice orgasms to Damballah, creator of life. Then his cock head was in her and she didn’t care anymore as the orgasms started coming like fireworks. Her hips bucked up into his strong thrusts. Despre leaned down and sucked one hard nipple into his mouth before kissing over towards the other one. His hips never stopped their constant hard thrusts and she felt herself cumming with almost every one. There was no such thing as a bad fuck from a big black cock, but Despre really knew how to work it. This man was an expert and his cock had been in a multitude of women. “You’re no priest,” she gasped as he straightened up, grabbing her legs while he slammed his cock rapidly in and out of her pussy at an almost inhuman speed.
“But I am a priest, a priest of Damballah,” he cried, laughing. Bobbie Sue looked at him in surprise even as her pelvis continued rising into his thrusts. He put one of her legs over his shoulder and reached down to grab her breast. Instead, his fingers found her cross and closed before snapping the chain around her neck. He tossed it aside contemptuously. “Your god says this is wrong, my god wants us to fuck. Sexual pleasure is a gift from Damballah and your god made it a sin. What fools you followers of Christ are!
“NO!” hissed, Bobbie Sue. When she had first fucked Melvin, she’d been as horrified fucking an atheist as she’d been fucking a black guy. Now she was fucking a voodoo worshiping pagan!
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, yanking his hips back until his cock sprang free to rear up over her abdomen. It dripped with her orgasms.
“NO!” she said again, this time sitting up and grabbing his slick shaft. She bent it down back into her pussy and soon the orgasms were coming again. “FUCK ME! FUCK ME! LOVE YOUR COCK! DON’T CARE WHO YOU ARE!” she screamed, tears of joy and pleasure running down her cheeks. “It’s so good! SO GOOD! SO FUCKING GOOD! God damn it, fuck me. Fuck me. FUCK ME!” He slammed his cock in deep and she felt it buck, the first strong spurt of his seed striking deep into her womb. “SEED ME GOD DAMM…BALLAH!” Bobbie Sue had an immense orgasm, her pussy and womb contracting all around his spurting cock. He grabbed her arms and pulled her up so that she was sitting on the edge of the table. He kept his cock buried in her as she wrapped her legs and arms around him. They kissed until the last drop of his sperm had filled her womb.
Despre stepped back and his cock plopped out. Her spread legs suddenly turned into Niagara Falls until she clamped her hands over her leaky pussy to keep from messing up the carpet. “Go clean up,” he ordered watching her jump down and walk bowlegged towards the bathroom with her hands still between her legs. “And don’t think I’m done with you.”
***********
Bobbie Sue left the bathroom door open and Despre strolled over. She straddled the toilet and tried to force his cum from her pussy, but she knew by experience that the seed of black men didn’t like coming out and a lot would remain trapped in her womb. He watched her. It felt strange, like having a man watch you pee. “Why are you posing as a Catholic priest?” she asked, her face turning red as she strained to get his cum out.
“It’s a long story, but it gives me a place to stay and the nuns have been very… accommodating.”
It sounded like she was having a diarrhea attack, but the splattering noise hitting the toilet water was all his semen. “Why are you here?”
“A pilgrimage of sorts. I came to see the oak, but found it destroyed. I fashioned my cross from its branches.” Despre watched her eyes go down to the cross around his neck and widen. Kissing it had been a bigger religious experience to the woman then praying to her god ever had. “Visit Coxville County, see the nigger hanging tree, stay for the big titted women,” he said sarcastically.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
Despre shrugged. “His death was preordained.” He held out his hand. “Come,” he said.
She squatted lower over the toilet and there was another splattering. This time it was pee. She looked at him, blushed, and then shrugged herself. Bobbie Sue took his hand and he led her past her desk and the table they’d just fucked on. He was getting dangerously close to the front windows. The whole front of the library was glass. He turned, his cock starting to rise again. “It’s like you can do that at will,” she said.
“I can,” he replied. Despre grabbed her and spun her around, pushing her towards the window panes.
“Not too close,” she said, starting to push back. “Someone will see us.”
“Let them see,” he said. There were computer stations lined about next to the windows. He pushed her between two of them. Despre grabbed her hips and guided his cock back between her thighs.
Bobbie Sue looked out on the main street in alarm as the black priest began thrusting into her again. His thrusts were hard forcing her to brace herself against the glass. It was dark outside and it would be hard to see into the darkened library. She watched a car drive past. His thrusts grew harder and she had to brace her head against the pane along with her hands. Luckily, this section of main street was largely deserted even on a Friday night. This was the government section and all the offices were closed. She could see the circle in front of city hall, the old plantation. She could see the courthouse across the street. The sheriff’s office next door to the courthouse had its lights on and she could see a deputy at the desk. His thrusts turned powerfully hard, mashing her breasts to the panes as he fucked her from behind and the orgasms started coming. She watched as the sheriff’s squad car entered the circle in front of City hall and drive past her window as it patrolled down towards the busier section of Main Street where the movie theater was, as well as some restaurants, and a bar. “FUCK ME!” she cried after one particularly big orgasm.
“What do you want, Mrs. Kindle?”
“I want you to fuck me,” she gasped. “Fuck me with your big black cock.”
“Don’t tell me, tell the world.”
She glanced out over the town of Coxville and to her utmost horror, she saw a familiar figure approaching. “I want to be fucked by big black cock,” she screamed as he increased his thrusts. Don’t look! Don’t look! She prayed as her sister jogged past the window, but Sammy Spitzman was focused on her nightly run and her head continued to stare intensely forwards. Bobbie Sue’s hard pointy nipple pushed deep into her flattened tits as he slammed hard into her pussy forcing her entire body against the window.
“What do you love?”
This time she screamed it out to her retreating sister and to the world. “I LOVE BIG BLACK COCK!” Despre steadied her hips and slowly pulled his cock out. Bobbie Sue craved it again immediately, but a small part of her felt relieved, there was only so much a woman could take. She felt the cock head move up and press against her rosebud. It parted easily under the pressure, her ass had grown used to having thick black cocks shoved deep inside it. She even craved it now and would have been disappointed if he hadn’t tried to fuck her ass. “I LOVE GETTING FUCKED IN THE ASS BY BIG BLACK COCK!” she screamed out to Coxville without being prompted.
Despre forced her body forwards until her entire nude figure was pressed against the glass by the weight of his body. He put his hands against the glass and his head over her shoulder as he continued to fuck her ass. “This is how it should be Coxville, your women surrendering their bodies to the superior black cocks of Damballah.” Two cars drove past. One glance by the drivers and they would have seen the town’s hardest working woman being integrated by a black man. Despre licked her ear before whispering. “Black men, black cocks, and black seed,” into her ear. “What do you love Mrs. Kindle?”
“BLACK MEN, BLACK COCKS, BLACK SEED,” she shouted out to Main Street just as her bowels began filling with the black seed that she loved so much. He pulled out and Bobbie Sue immediately turned and fell to her knees. She grabbed his still hard cock and jerked it off, trying to get more of his seed. She was rewarded by a few strong squirts into her open mouth and onto her tits. When he finished, she kissed his cock head as a sign of respect while her other hand rubbed his sperm into her nipples.
Bobbie Sue ran to the bathroom again and after she’d emptied her squishy bowels as best she could, she grabbed her cleaning kit (she’d put it together after realizing fucking Melvin would be a regular thing) and came out to get to work cleaning his sperm up. The biggest puddle was under the edge of the table. Despre was dressed and smiling at her as she started cleaning in the nude. His sweats started bulging out and she grinned at his desire for her. “Can I see you again?” she asked.
“I’ll be staying in town awhile longer. We’ll get together again.”
Bobbie Sue saw her broken cross. She looked at the gold cross and the broken necklace. “How does one serve Damballah, Papa?” She asked out of curiosity. She wasn’t about to give up her faith for voodoo, but she was curious.
“Just keep doing what you’re doing, Mrs. Kindle.” he answered before turning to leave. “Just keep doing what you're doing.”
He let himself out.
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Bobbie Sue sent a quick text to her husband that she was on her way home from the library. The lovely blonde did a quick sweep of the tables and carpet looking for signs of Despre's semen, nodding her head satisfied that her cleaning job had gotten everything. She went to her desk and gathered her car keys. Her head was down, fumbling through her large bundle of keys for the library key while she opened the door and stepped outside. In a moment of clumsiness that would have made her sister proud, Bobbie Sue slammed into someone with a loud “UMPHH!” coming from her breasts.
“He he he,” said Melvin, stepping back. Her facial tick returned at the sound of his laughter. His fist was raised in a knocking position as he'd been just about to rap on the door to get her attention when she stepped through it. The fist moved over to his face and adjusted the thick black glasses on his nose as it had been knocked askew by her prodigious bosom. “He he he, hi Mrs. Kindle,” he said, unable to take his eyes of her breasts. The halter left little of her nipples to the imagination.
“Melvin! What are you doing here at this hour?” she asked.
It was weird seeing a black man blush, but his cheeks clearly turned darker. “I rode my bike here.”
Bobbie Sue glanced over at the bike rack and at the lone bicycle in it. It was a girl's adult bike with an embarrassing basket on the front with a flower design on it. She knew Melvin didn't have any money and would have bought him a real bicycle, but it wouldn't last long in the Westside of town where he lived. It would either be stolen, or some thug would bully it away from him. “That's a long ride Melvin.”
“I know. He he he. I was home studying when my testicles started aching and my penis started swelling. It really hurts Mrs. Kindle. I need to get off.” He reached down and squeezed his bulge. Her eyes followed.
“I see,” she replied. “I'm sorry, but I'm on my way home...” Her nipples popped out and began aching as much as Melvin's balls must be. “I just texted Jake that...” The faucet in her pussy turned on and started soaking her already crusty panties. “I can't right now...” Bobbie Sue had been completely sexually satisfied by Despre less than an hour ago and now within seconds was totally horny for black cock again. “I can't say no to that big black cock of yours Melvin. Of course, we can fuck,” she said, turning around and reentering the library.
“He he he,” giggled Melvin following her. “I've never seen you look so sexy,” he said, eyes sweeping up and down her body.
“Thank you,” she replied, pulling the halter over her head, freeing her giant conical breasts. She stood before him clad only in the form hugging yoga pants.
“I like your hair down,” he told her. She always wore it up on her head at work and school. Mrs. Kindle always looked like a sexy professional, but with her hair down and dressed like this, she looked like a sexy slut. Melvin opened his pants and pushed them down, sighing with relief as his hard cock sprang up from its confines.
Bobbie Sue wiggled out of the tight yoga pants and walked nude over to the table where she had so recently fucked the black priest of Damballah. She jumped up on the table and spread her legs open, staring hungrily at Melvin's bobbing cock even as he stared hungrily at her dripping pussy. She reached out and grabbed his massive shaft just as he stepped up to the table. “Here, let me put this where it belongs,” she told him, guiding his cock between the warm folds of her pussy. They both moaned as he pushed it inside.
Melvin worked his cock in and out, letting her arousal coat his shaft, pushing deeper as it became more lubricated. He leaned down and licked one of her nipples as he pushed his cock in all the way to the hilt. His sexy teacher shuddered beneath him as she came hard. Her cum soaked his balls and started dripping down to the carpet.
Bobbie Sue wrapped her legs around his hips and held him inside her. “He he he, I love being inside you,” he moaned. “He he he. He he he.” She pulled his face down to hers and shoved her tongue down his throat, kissing him both to say thank you for the wonderful orgasm and to stop his grating giggling.”
He kissed her back, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples with both hands until her pussy spasmed all around his shaft as she came again. Weak from the orgasm, she collapsed back down on the table.
Melvin stood up straight and cupped her knees under his scrawny arms. “Gonna fuck this white pussy good now,” he growled, pumping his shaft.
Bobbie Sue moaned, loving how sometimes he'd go all dominant male when he was fucking her. “Yes Melvin, fuck your white pussy good with your big black cock. Shit! Gonna cum!” Bobbie Sue squirted so hard, her juices fanned out around his pumping shaft.
Melvin bucked his hips as fast as he could, watching his teacher squirm in ecstasy on the table. Her tits were heaving each time he sank his cock in balls deep. After every ten pumps of his shaft, her hips would slowly raise up off the table and she'd cum again. The ache in his balls grew worse and he buried his cock, the first large shot of sperm filling her womb. “Take my seed, BITCH!” he grunted, working his cock around a few times, sending more strands of semen into her pussy. Mrs. Kindle screamed in orgasmic pleasure as he seeded her yet again.
Melvin held his cock in deep feeling it twitch several more times letting more sperm loose into her womb. His cock turned soft and he slowly pulled it out. “Sorry about what I called you, Mrs. Kindle,” he apologized.
Bobbie Sue was staring at her belly. He'd unleashed the entire load of both balls into her womb and her entire lower abdomen looked bloated. She felt his spent cock fall loose from her pussy and her belly slowly contracted as his sperm rushed down her pussy to pour out in a steady stream to soak the carpet. “That's okay Melvin. You got caught up in the moment is all.” She forced herself to sit up and jump off the table. “I'm not a bitch though.”
“I know, Mrs. Kindle,” he said, holding his head down and looking like the meek nerd he was.
“I'd be a bitch if I didn't fuck you, but since I can't stop fucking you, that makes me a slut. Feel free to call me a slut.”
“You're a slut,” he said. “He he he.”
Bobbie Sue's eye tic returned as she walked to the bathroom, waddling as she cupped her hands under her leaking pussy. She tried to expel all she could over the toilet before collecting her cleaning kit yet again and returning to the table. Melvin was laying on it nude, breathing heavily from his recent exertion. She knew he was mildly asthmatic, but thought it was mostly an excuse to get out of playing sports in gym class.
Bobbie Sue wiped up the large pool of sperm that had formed beneath their crotches and sprayed air freshener around it. Satisfied, she gathered up her clothes and pulled her yoga pants on. “You can leave your bike here if you want and I'll drive you home.” She walked over to her computer to check her emails one last time while pulling the halter on over her head. One message intrigued her, and she clicked on it before adjusting her breasts into the top. “This is interesting Melvin.”
“What's that?” he asked, sitting up on the edge of the table. She glanced over at him. His cock was limp, but it was still swollen plump. It hung over the edge of the table like a foot-long spoiled banana.
“I just got an email from the Boston Public Library and it seems they have a Cox family diary in their archives.” She looked back at him. He was holding his cock, still huge, but it was limp in his hand as he held it. “Unfortunately, it's not available for circulation as it's in their historical reference section.”
She took her eyes of the text and gulped as her gaze fell on his cock. He was stroking his shaft and it was hardening up. “Looks like I'm going to Boston,” she said, not taking her eyes off his cock. “Melvin, what are you doing?”
“I need my cock sucked,” he told her jumping off the table.
“Melvin, it's late and I need to go home...”
“I said I need my cock sucked... SLUT.” he told her.
“Of course, sir,” she replied, her lust growing as she watched his bobbing cock approaching her. Bobbie Sue took her eyes off it long enough to pull the halter off over her head. She bent forwards meeting his cock head with her lips and kissed it before taking him in her mouth. She worked her mouth along the end, slurping around the head and several inches beyond.
Melvin reached down and brushed some of her long blonde hair out of her face. He kept his hand on her head and began guiding her up and down his shaft. Melvin added a second hand and took over fucking her face, grunting as she sucked him. The act of sex sometimes brought out the dominant black male in Melvin and she loved it when he acted manly. “Fuuuuuuck!” he growled. “Suck that black cock, slut.”
Bobbie Sue trembled in lust, her pussy leaking arousal again. He pushed her head back and she froze with just his plump cock head in her mouth. He tried to pull her forward, pushing his cock at the same time, but she resisted, and the little geek actually growled in anger. Her teeth came down on the shaft just under the flair of his cock head. He froze and released her head. Bobbie Sue pulled back, keeping her mouth wrapped tightly around his head forcing Melvin to take several steps forward. As he stepped between her legs, she arched her back and enveloped his hard-black shaft with her bosom, relaxing her teeth. Melvin growled again and started slipping his cock back and forth through her breasts. “That's it Melvin, fuck my slut titties with your big black cock.”
“Fuck yeah,” he growled again. His hands came down and took over squeezing her breasts around his shaft. His hot teacher bent her chin down and opened her mouth, so his cock head could push into her
mouth each time he shoved forwards through her tits. Her tongue twirled all around his cock head each time he entered her mouth and sometimes her held still while she licked his cock head like a lollipop.
Bobbie Sue looked up lovingly at the scrawny black teen as he titty fucked her. Sweat had appeared on his forehead. She squirmed in her chair, pushing her pussy down against her seat. He'd positioned his hands on her breasts perfectly so that he could squeeze her hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The little nerd was skillfully twirling, rubbing, and pinching her nipples to the point, Bobbie Sue was forced to slide one hand down underneath her yoga pants until her finger found her wet pussy. It slid inside her, rubbing her clit rapidly.
Melvin was grunting and squinting, his cheeks turned darker as he strained. She looked down and saw his giant cock head pushing up through her breasts. It had turned an angry dark purple and swollen even larger. The urethra opened. Bobbie Sue closed her eyes just as a blast of semen peppered her face and then the head was in her mouth, still cumming and she could taste his delicious sperm even as her own fingers brought her off to orgasm. Semen hit her forehead, nose, and cheeks again. She gulped his cum down before the head reentered her mouth, a powerful strand of sperm striking the back of her throat before her mouth was empty and a spray of cum covered her lips and chin. The head thrust forwards, but just to her lips, her mouth half filling with his seed which she rolled around on her tongue before gulping down. His cock continued to cum, but now it was flowing out around the head like lava from a volcano, flowing down his shaft to coat her breasts and nipple with even more of his youthful black seed. Bobbie Sue had continued cumming with each spurt of his cock and when he was finally done, she pulled her soaked hand from out of her pants, panting with relief as she wiped the sperm from her eyes with her dry hand.
“Wow,” said Melvin stepping back.
His cock fell down to stick straight out from his crotch. It was at its apex. The point where it was at its hardest and most swollen when cumming just before it began to deflate. She stared at it in awe and just as she thought it was about to shrink, it gave one last jerk, shooting a strand of semen from her yoga pants, over her navel, between her breasts, and stopping on her chin. It made several more spasms, dribbling sperm out of the head before the beast finally began to hang downwards. “Wow, yourself,” she replied. That last gasp of sperm was more than her husband had cum in all her years of marriage.
“He he he.”
Bobbie Sue's eye twitched. She stood and strolled back to the library's bathroom. She looked at her sperm covered face and body. As messy an inconvenience as it was, she loved being covered in a black man's sperm. Bobbie Sue reached down and hefted one of her large conical breast, lifting it up until she could reach the nipple with her. Her tongue flickered out, lapping up the sperm from her nipple. She did the same with her other breast. Some of the other large concentrations of sperm, she scooped up with her finger and licked it off. She washed off the rest with a wet towel.
When Bobbie Sue returned with her cleaning kit, Melvin was dressed and browsing through the astronomy section of the library even though he had read every book there by this point. He'd blown his load mostly on her so cleaning it up didn't take too long. She returned her kit back to the restroom and walked back to her desk, retrieving her halter, and pulling it over her head.
There were three messages from David on her phone wanting to know where she was. The last was in all caps indicating he was worried. She texted back that she'd gotten distracted and lost track of time. Her husband would understand, he'd realized he was married to the hardest working woman in Coxville a long time ago. “Come on Melvin,” she called. “I'll drive you home.”
They left, Bobbie Sue locking the library door behind them. “By the way, Mrs. Kindle,” said Melvin. “Where's your cross?”
Her hand reached up to where her cross normally hung from her neck. It was in her purse. “The chain broke,” she responded, thinking of the powerful priest of Damballah ripping it from her neck. Melvin just nodded in response. Her car was in the side parking lot.
As they walked past it, neither noticed the smudged outline of a feminine body on the window of the library.
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