28 Wonder Woman Takes Big Dewey

The Coxville Curse 3        
Copyright 2018 by Stormbringer                


Based on comics by the Pit and Stormbringer.                


TCCS Part 3: Chapter 28: Wonder Woman Takes Big Dewey




It’s your duty to surrender your virginity to the superior cock, said the voice in Wendy’s head again. She spread her legs as Dewey lifted himself off her body with his strong arms. His cock poked between her legs, his bare cock. “Just promise me you’ll pull out.”

“I promise,” he said, his cock head rubbing against her clit. 

“Oh god,” moaned Wendy, reaching down between their bodies. She grabbed his shaft and helped guide it to the entrance to her pussy. She opened her legs as wide as they’d go. She knew this was a huge mistake, but she wanted Dewey to be the one more than anything else. 

Once his cock found purchase, Dewey pushed forwards. The tip of his cock almost immediately found resistance. With a hard thrust, he broke through. Wendy gasped. There were tears running down her cheeks. “You okay?” he asked. She nodded. “Regrets?”

“No,” she said, leaning up and kissing the top of his head. “I’m glad it’s done,” she sighed laying back down on the sleeping bag. “And I’m glad it was done by you, Dewey.”

Dewey swelled with pride. “And to think I didn’t even want to come to the party tonight.”

“I’m glad you did,” she said.

“Cause I saved your life?”

“And because I got to meet Little Dewey.”

“I’m Little Dewey, that’s Big Dewey. Ready?”

Wendy laughed. “Yes, it’s just sore. Go slow. Okay?”

Dewey was patient, slowly working his cock in and out, a little deeper each thrust. He held still when she seemed to experience some discomfort. He didn’t want to hurt her and more importantly, he wanted her coming back for more. Wendy was grateful he was gentle. It was a slow almost impossible lifting of her hips into his cock that let him know she was starting to like it.
 “Yes,” she whispered softly. Wendy’s strong athletic legs wrapped around his hips and pulled several more inches inside her. “It so big, Dewey,” she grunted, surprised her tight virgin pussy was taking so much of his thick black cock. He was already deeper then walnut balls could have gone.

Dewey felt her pussy, stretching, and conforming around his cock, reshaping itself to accommodate black dick. He wondered if this was what the local blacks called, “resizing”. If so, she’d never be satisfied by a white boy after this. That thought made him glad. He pushed deeper.

“OW!” she grunted. Dewey froze. “That’s it. You just hit my cervix.”

“Let me show you something,” he said, flexing his cock. Precum shot out, softening her cervix. It was a trick that Stacy had showed him. 

Wendy groaned, she was humping his cock more vigorously. She liked him flexing it inside her. “Ow ow OW!” she said again as his cock pushed through. “It’s in my womb!” she grunted in disbelief.

“Balls deep, baby,” he said proudly, holding his cock buried. Her pussy embraced every inch of his shaft, hugging and squeezing it. If it hadn’t been earlier, it was surely “resized” now. Suddenly, her vaginal muscles contracted around his cock, her orgasmic fluids running down to soak his shaft until it squirted onto his balls. Her body had gone limp and she was staring at the tent roof like she was in shock. “You ready to fuck?” She didn’t answer, but he started working his cock in and out anyway. Her body answered for her, her hips lifted into every thrust. She grunted each time he buried it.

“Fuck me,” Wendy hissed, surprising herself. “Fuck me,” she said again. “Oh god Dewey, I’m going to cum… again!” Wendy arched her back, her breasts lifting the black teen up as she squirted all around his cock again.

Yeah, she’s coming back for more, thought Dewey with pride. He looked down at her. There was one benefit to their size difference. His face was practically right on her ripe white breasts. He planted his lips over one nipple while squeezing her other breasts. Her humping got more vigorous. Dewey took it as the go ahead to fuck her faster. “God, this is one hot pussy,” he growled, picking up speed.

“Yes, fuck me,” she moaned, thrashing her head back and forth. “Fuck me, Chaga. Chaga me. Cumming cumming CUMMING!”

He lifted his face out of her breasts when she’d settled down. There was that word again. “What’s Chaga mean?”

Wendy didn’t know how she knew this, but she answered. “It means to fuck vigorously.”

“Yeah, I’ll Chaga you.” Dewey held himself up with his arms and started giving it to her hard. “I’ll Chaga you real good.”

Wendy cried. “I love your cock so much. It’s so much better then I imagined.” She trembled and exploded again, another orgasm following close behind that one. “Big Dewey… so good.

Dewey felt the sperm welling up in his balls. “Getting close. I wanna cum in you so bad. I can’t stop fucking your hot pussy. Can’t pull out.”

“I don’t want you to,” she replied. Duty… breed… superior cock.

“Oh god! I’m… cumming,” groaned Dewey.

Wendy Williams squeezed her legs tight around his hips locking him in just as his cock began its first of a dozen powerful squirts. The second she felt his hot seed spraying into her womb, she had an orgasm so powerful it made risking pregnancy worth it. Each time his cock jumped prolonged her already strong orgasm.

Both lovers collapsed from the intensity of their orgasms entering a state of semi-conscious bliss. Luckily, Dewey’s head found a soft cushion in Wendy’s breasts.”

Wendy awoke first. She let her new lover sleep, gently rubbing his head, sometime running her hand down his back, feeling the taut muscles, his hard ass. She could feel his cock shriveling inside her. Dewey stirred, lifting himself up with a groan. He looked sleepy, but he smiled and kissed her on the nipple before sliding up. Her head rose to meet his and they kissed affectionately. He slid back, his cock plopping out. Wendy immediately missed it. “I’m going to want to do that a lot from now on,” she said, a torrent of semen pouring from her open vagina.

“You want to see me again?” he asked with some surprise, but also a look of delight on his face.

“Oh god yes, I want to spend as much time with Big Dewey as possible.”

Dewey wanted to see if she really liked him or just wanted to use him for sex. Not that he’d turn down the latter. “What about spending time with Little Dewey? Go to the Halloween party with me.”

“I’d love to, but…” Wendy saw his hopeful expression drop. “No honey, I’ll go with you, but we have to meet there. My parents wouldn’t understand.”

“What about at school?”

“Anywhere but home, I’ll date you openly. That is, if you want to date me?” Wendy wondered if he really liked her or just wanted her body for sex.

“Damn straight, I want to date you and you know what else?”

“What?”

“I want to Chaga you again.” Dewey kneeled, his penis rising and sticking out as it swelled. “Are you too sore?”

Wendy thought for a moment. “No, I’m not,” she said genuinely surprised. Her hips were lifting off the sleeping bag towards his risen cock. “In fact, I’m horny for Big Dewey again.”

“Get on all fours,” he ordered.

**********

Carol felt like she was going to vomit listening to them, but her body was also responding to the sex noises between Dewey and Wendy. What the hell was Wendy thinking having sex with a black man and little Dewey for that matter? She’d even given him her virginity! Carol had been trying to find her a real boyfriend for months, but her choices were all intimidated by Wendy’s height. After all she’d done for Wendy and the girl had turned out to be a mud shark. There was no way they could stay friends now. Just the thought of Wendy with a black man made her angry, really angry, and for some reason, a lot of that anger was directed at David.

Carol walked around behind the tent listening to the two rather loud lovers. She stifled a gasp when she reached the opposite side. From this angle the fire was behind the tent. The shadows of the two lovers were clear and well defined. Wendy was on all fours, enormous breasts hanging down. Carol could easily see her erect nipples under the breasts and they almost touched the ground. What was shocking was the shadow image of the little black runt. He was kneeling behind her and looked like a midget, but one whose body rippled with muscles. Sticking out from the runt’s crotch was a massive erect shadow phallus. Once again, the shadows were so well defined, she could make out the ridged slope of the head and even ridges along the thick veiny shaft. “It’s not real,” she muttered in disbelief as he inched forwards on his knees until the fat head was pressing between Wendy’s thighs.

“Oh god,” moaned Wendy. “Hurry up and fuck me again. I want your big black cock.”

Disgusting! Sick, she thought feeling ill again. Wendy moaned loudly as the head of Dewey’s big penis disappeared into her along with several inches. She’s actually enjoying that filthy revolting nigger’s penis!

“Fuck your white pussy is so hot,” grunted Dewey.

“F-u-c-k,” muttered Carol, falling to her knees as she stared at the erotic shadow theater playing out on the side of the tent. It can’t possibly be that big, she thought as inch after shadowy inch blended into Wendy’s rounded ass. Every other proportion in the shadows appeared accurate. That would make little Dewey’s penis more than a foot long!

Carol got on all fours in the sandy soil, her head near the tent. She thought she could even smell the sex coming out of the tent. Dewey was giving Wendy a good fucking now. Her ex-friend
whimpered each time he pushed it deep. Carol couldn’t take any more of this nauseating behavior. She turned away, giving one last glance at the tent and froze.

From her position on all fours beside the tent, it appeared to be her shadow on the canvas of the tent. Eight or nine inches of thick black shaft withdrew from Wendy and pushed back in. Carol moved forwards as if she’d been the one being penetrated. She found herself matching Wendy’s movements. She wished David possessed a cock like the little black man had. Fuck! She wished David had the stamina the little black man had. David didn’t last particularly long on a good day and this had not been a good day. Carol moaned pretending she was getting fucked by a big cock. Her swollen rigid nipples ached. Surprisingly, they felt cold and wet, covered in dew from the mist. She noticed they’d become exposed in the dark. Just when she realized this, her half tee moved up her chest leaving her bare breasts hanging pendulously down, swaying in time to Wendy’s shadow breasts.

The mist had her panty damp. It tightly hugged her crotch. They were her sexiest pair and she’d worn them especially for David that night. What a waste! The shadow man on the tent was fucking her better than David. The shadow man! She remembered her erotic dream from last month. She’d been on all fours just like now while the shadow man fucked her with his huge dark cock just like Dewey was fucking Wendy now. He’d been much larger man than Dewey and bearded and his cock had fucked her oh so good. “Fuck me,” she whispered, staring at the tent. “Fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock.” 

Carol felt her pussy trembling. She felt warm inside. That huge cock was fucking her… Wendy hard now. “Fuck me,” she moaned with need. “Fuck me… not her. Fuck me Dewey!”

“CUMMING!” screamed Wendy.

Carol cried out with Wendy as she came. Her already damp panty turning soaked as she had a bigger orgasm than she’d ever had with David. 

It took her awhile to recover. She’d fallen forwards on her arms, ass raised into the air for her nonexistent lover. “I want to look at you,” said Wendy inside the tent. Carol moaned listening to them move in the tent. It took her a few minutes to recover, pushing herself back to all fours before sitting up on her knees. She matched Wendy’s shadow again. Wendy was bouncing in Dewey’s lap, his hands kneading her breasts and pinching her outthrust nipples. Wendy’s hands were holding his outstretched arms, squeezing the large biceps. Carol began bouncing on her legs, once again matching Wendy’s movements. She arched her back, angling it so that her breasts were thrust out to match where Dewey’s strong hands were kneading Wendy’s. She raised her hands, squeezing and pinching her nipples, trying not to moan too loudly for fear they’d hear, but they were making more noise than she was. 

Carol leaned forwards just as Wendy did though she had no lover to raise his head to her nipples. Dewey noisily slurped on Wendy’s enormous bosom. Carol’s nipples throbbed, and she whimpered with jealousy. She sat up straight again, still bouncing when Dewey’s head fell back. “Getting close,” he groaned.

“Cum in me,” moaned Wendy and Carol. “I want all your seed,” said just Wendy. Carol whimpered with jealousy again. 

“Here it cums,” grunted Dewey. Wendy lifted high as he bucked his hips up and held still “Cumming!,” screamed Wendy. Carol’s need was great again, but this time she couldn’t orgasm without help. Her hand slipped under her panty. All it took was the tip of her finger before she joined Wendy in an orgasm. She’d masturbated before, but her pussy had never felt this hot as it contracted all around the tip of her finger.

“I love Big Dewey,” moaned Wendy. It sounded like she was so happy, she was crying. “I love your big Dewey. I love your Dewey.” Wendy fell forward nearly nose to nose with the little black man. “I love you Dewey,” she told him. Then they were kissing.

Shaken, Carol rose to her feet. She dusted the sand, dirt, and twigs off her legs and knees doing the same to her arms. She reached up to pull her tee shirt down, but the thing had shrunk in the mist. It now only covered half her areola. The shadows were still kissing as she walked away. “It’s growing again!” was the last thing she heard.

Disgusted and disturbed by her own body’s reaction, Carol entered her tent. David was asleep in the sleeping bag. She lifted it up to join him, looking with disappointment upon the small shriveled white penis between his legs. 

She’d just had two orgasms, but still felt unsatisfied and she closed her eyes and listened to the renewed fucking sounds coming from the next tent.

**********

“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 frantic 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 reinvigorated 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. She dialed her first contact. “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…”