29 Pamela on Slave Island

The Coxville Curse 3         
Copyright 2018 by Stormbringer                


Based on comics by the Pit and Stormbringer.                   


TCCS Part 3: Chapter 29: Pamela on Slave Island 




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 or 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 She was a lesbian and would have to accept it even if she lived in a county whose attitudes seemed outdated by about a hundred years.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, she 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 the farther she 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 embrace her face, leaving a sheen of dew on her skin. Oddly, as she breathed through her nose, she thought she detected just the hint of 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 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.

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He watched the third load of his seed sizzling as it hit the flames. Even before his cock had ceased ejaculating, he 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 towards the shore.

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. More than it had the other afternoon at the library with Bobbie Sue. The strongest waves were nearby, 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 and with the help of the berry jelly, 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 to 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’d 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. 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 before, 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 at that. 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. His black snake 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 you do,” 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 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 while 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 as she stepped out of her panty. Her desire dripping freely from the distended clit 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,” he added. “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 took 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 as her pleasure increased tenfold. 

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 they 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 folded 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 my 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 orgasm 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.