30 The Night Comes To A Close

The Coxville Curse 3          
Copyright 2018 by Stormbringer                     

Based on comics by the Pit and Stormbringer.                      


TCCS Part 3: Chapter 30: The Night Comes To A Close





Jenny Summer was nearly blind in the fog as she made her way past some tents when she bumped into a hard wall of a black man. Strong hands grabbed her shoulders. “There you are babe,” said Coach Black.

“C-coach! I got tired of waiting for you.” Guilt consumed her as she looked up at her boyfriend.

“I left as soon as I got your text, but I bumped into someone,” said Black feeling guilty.  “Sorry, I came as fast as I could.” 

Jenny’s eyes narrowed. He looked a little shamefaced and she wondered who exactly it was he’d bumped into? “You texted me remember?”

Black paused confused. He was about to deny it, but he remembered Kitty borrowing his phone. “Yeah, I did,” he said. “Well, let’s go. Site 13 is this way.” He took her hand and pulled her deeper into the campground. 

Jenny dug her heels in. “Uh… can we just go back to your place?”

Black’s eyes narrowed. He glanced down the row of campsites some with tents some without. He couldn’t see as far as site 13 in the fog, but he wondered who was in there that Jenny didn’t want him to know about. “Sure babe,” he agreed.

“Let’s walk by the lake. There might be more light reflecting off the water.”

This time it was Coach Black that dug his heels in not wanting to bump into Susan Dupree. “Let’s just cut through straight to the parking lot.”

Black led Jenny through the mist. After his work out with Susan, he was surprised how swollen his cock was at the thought of getting into Jenny again back at his condo. She seemed just as eager and he was pretty sure she’d been well fucked earlier. Had Kitty set them up? Was the little bitch trying to break him and her mother up? If so he was going to need to discipline the little hussy. 

A drunk white boy stumbled out of the bushes in front of them. Black caught him with one hand and steadied him. “Watch where you’re going, Mr. Parker.”

Lewis Parker looked up. “Coach Black,” he seemed confused to see the gym coach at a senior party. “Coach Summers?” Now he seemed even more confused. His eyes automatically fell to her bosom and then to her white hand clasped to Coach Black’s big black hand. Lewis couldn’t help the look of disgust that crossed his face seeing this act of intimacy between a white woman and black man. Both teachers noticed. “I’m looking for the tents.”

“That way,” said Jenny. Lewis was in the pothead clique and called Lewis the Loser by a lot of the students. He was dating Melissa Johnson who was plain by Coxville standards but would have been the most beautiful girl in any high school outside of Coxville. 

Lewis glanced at their hands again and stumbled off. “Holding hands with a nigger,” he muttered drunkenly.

Black’s hand relaxed its grip on hers as the huge black man turned after the drunk stoner. “Don’t,” whispered Jenny. “He’ll get what’s coming to him.” She smiled remembering she’d heard Melissa and Andy Gooch fucking earlier. “Let’s just get back to your place. I want to do a lot more than hold hands with a nigger.”

“And so you shall, Mrs. Summers.”

**********

There was a lot of action going on in Coxville that night:

And now… WCOX Action News with Major Peters and Anita Blackman. 

“I’d swear those two are fucking,” said Jeff, sipping his nightly beer and he laid back in his recliner. Jeff was 65 and bald. He’d been a husky youth when he was physically active but had gained weight over the years. He and his wife lived in Moorcock Mill in Eastern Coxville and were watching the nightly 11:00 news out of Coxburg, the only local station.

“What dear?” asked his wife, Charlene. She was 62 and like most Coxville women looked twenty years younger. Her hair was still mostly red and her EE breasts were still proud and firm but had become crisscrossed with blue veins in recent years. She was looking at some pictures of her grandkids that their daughter had just emailed. 

“The anchors, I’d swear they were fucking. Look at the way, she’s staring at him. She’s even twirling her hair for fuck’s sake.” The handsome black anchorman looked smugly into the camera while his co-anchor Anita Blackman stared lazily at him while they narrated that evenings top stories.

“Nonsense dear,” Charlene replied. “I went to Phineas J Cox High with Anita’s mother. That whole family is as racist as you are. Besides, she’s married to Little Dickie Blackman. She’s so
racist, I didn’t even think she’d take Dickie’s surname.”

“Who?”

“You know, Dickie Sr’s son. Little Dickie inherited WCOX when his dad died. He got married to Anita two years ago. They had a little girl last year.”

“That’s right, she was pregnant last year and off on maternity leave for a while.”

“Yeah, so there’s no way she cheating on Little Dickie with her black co-anchor. Besides, the weather girl is staring at him the same way.”

“Ginny… Ginny…?” said Major trying to get the weather girl’s attention.

“OH! Sorry, I’m Ginny Talia with the weather. We’re getting reports of unseasonable fog this evening localized to the Lake Cox region. No reports of the fog reaching as far as Tittsville, but anyone driving in the region should keep their eyes out for patchy fog. I’ll be back twenty minutes past the hour with your weekly forecast. Back to you… Major.” Ginny blushed, staring at the black anchor.

Major Peters winked at her and turned his attention back to the camera, a broad white toothy smile across his face. “In local sports, The Coxville Cocks defeated the Tittsville Titans with rising Cocks’ star Samson West throwing the winning…”

“Yeah, there’s no way they’re both doing him,” said Jeff before belching.

“No dear,” replied Charlene. “I’m sure they’re just good friends and have a lot of chemistry on air. The races don’t mix in Coxville.” No matter how hot the black man, she thought, staring at Major Peters. Charlene felt her vagina growing wet looking at the fit form of the handsome news anchor. She glanced over at her large unattractive husband then down at the email she’d gotten from her daughter. She clicked a separate window and stared hungrily at LD’s massive porn star cock. Another quick glance at her husband showed her that Jeff wasn’t paying any attention to her. She started typing in her credit card info. Christmas was coming up and she always bought herself something as a treat. She just didn’t think she would wait until Christmas to try out her Long Dong Dildo.

**********

Floyd’s Barbecue was still slightly crowded even though it was late in the evening. Many tourists and truckdrivers taking I-69 down to Florida made it a custom to stop here for dinner. Stacy looked around. She and Hugh were getting stares, but she was enjoying herself and didn’t care. 

“How’s your sandwich?” asked Hugh, eating some coleslaw.

“Great as always. I love pulled pork.”

“Maybe later, but how’s your sandwich?” Hugh grinned at her.
 “Maybe later, provided you stop being such a ham.”

“I’m not sure I can,” he answered, “But if we did, you’d be bacon me for more.”

She snorted, then covered her mouth in embarrassment. God, she liked this white boy. “How’s your chicken?”

“Juicy and delicious. I like to start with the breast and work my way down to the thigh.”

Stacy smiled again. “Where have you been?” My whole life, she thought. “I mean, you’re new this year, right?”

Hugh looked hurt. “We’ve gone to school together since kindergarten.” She looked stunned. His hurt expression changed to a mischievous grin. “Just kidding. This is my first year at Coxville. I live down South of the lake near Beaverlick. Most of my brothers and sisters were homeschooled, but I wanted the high school experience. I went to Tittsville last year, but then they changed the boundary lines so I’m thrilled to be here in Coxville.”

Stacy raised her eyebrows. “You like Coxville?”

Hugh reached out and put his hand over hers. “I really like Coxville,” he replied. “Now tell me about yourself.”

Stacy Brown’s brown cheeks were turning black she was blushing so hard. His question confused her though. “What about me?”

He seemed taken aback. “Tell me about yourself. What do you like to do? What’s your favorite movie? You know.”

Stacy didn’t know. Never had a black boy asked her that question. They only talked about themselves, sports, how good they were at sports, and how big their cocks were. Stacy thought about it for a moment and began to tell Hugh Cox everything about her except about how she was considered the football team’s go to girl for sex. Barely more than a month at school, he might not even know about her reputation. Which would mean… that he really did like her!

Afterwards, she was somewhat silent as he drove her home. “Up there,” she said, pointing. 

“Nice place,” he answered, parking on the street. The Brown’s lived in a nicer middle-class neighborhood that was maybe a third black. “Well goodnight Stacy Brown.” He leaned over.

Stacy stared at him. He’d become better looking in her eyes over dinner. She leaned into him and they kissed. Neither broke the kiss and it grew more passionate with their tongues dueling furiously. “Wow,” she grunted when they finally broke the kiss.

“Wow yourself,” he replied. “Can I see you again?”
 Stacy felt a fluttering in her stomach. “Yes,” she said softly. “I’d like that.”

“I’d like to see you before then, but do you have a date for the Halloween party?”

“No,” she muttered. Her plan was to go alone dressed like a slut and see who fucked her.

“Let’s go together then? Your Grandfather okay with you dating a white boy?”

“Of course, I’ll go with you and Pop Pop will just have to live with it.” He wouldn’t be happy, and neither would her mother. 

“Good night then. I’ll call you.”

“Good night,” said Stacy, getting out of his car. Before she closed the door, she bent down. “Walk me to the door?”

“Of course,” said Hugh. He turned his car off and got out. She took his hand and squeezed it. He squeezed back, but instead of the front door, she led him around back to a screened in porch. The porch had some chairs, a hammock, and a love seat. 

Stacy turned and leaned up a little to kiss him again. Hugh seemed surprised when her hand fumbled with the zipper on his jeans. Stacy was surprised also when she slipped her hand inside.  Hugh had a nice plump cock. “Promised you a pulled pork, remember?” she said, kissing him again, while her hand stroked his rapidly swelling shaft. Hugh Cox had a penis as large as a small black cock. Stacy kissed him and knelt. “Nice,” she said, staring at his ten-inch penis while she jerked him off. It wasn’t a monster nigga cock, but it was something she could work with. At this point, she liked him so much she would have dated him if it was a small five inches, but she was so thrilled to see a decent sized penis on a white boy, she leaned forwards and took the head in her mouth.

Hugh gasped as she started sucking him. This wasn’t his first blow job, but it was quickly becoming the best. He was also thrilled she seemed happy with his size. He hadn’t ever given any thought to penis size until attending Tittsville last year. His dick was on average twice the size of any male student there. Word got around, and he’d dated three students, but had gotten a little nervous when a teacher and one of his girlfriend’s mothers started openly coming on to him. He’d been glad to switch high schools, but he was still twice as big as the male students… the white students. Hugh found himself awed by the truly big monster cocks sticking out between the legs of the black students. 

Stacy wasn’t new at this either. She easily swallowed his entire cock down her throat and was sucking all the way up to his head. “Uh… getting close,” he warned her. Unlike, his previous girlfriends, they didn’t spit his cock out. Stacy pulled her head back until the tip was in her mouth and started stroking him. She wanted him to cum in her mouth! His cock jerked, and he watched her smooth brown cheeks puff out before deflating as she willingly swallowed his seed down. Her throat made sounds of contentment as she gulped his cum down. “That was…
amazing, but you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” she said, standing. Stacy suddenly felt like a slut again and fought back tears. He’d think that she’d blown him just for buying her dinner! Of course, he would, she was Downtown Stacy Brown after all. Hugh pushed her back and down on the love seat. Here it comes, she thought. He’s going to fuck me without asking and then only call her when he wanted a quick fuck. Hugh surprised her again.

He kneeled between her legs and grabbed the hem of her tight jeans. She raised her hips as he struggled to pull them down off her tight body. She laughed when he wiped his brow feigning exhaustion after tossing her jeans aside. She understood, it was quite the workout for her wiggling out of them too. He turned his attention on her little white panty, staring at it hungrily. Was he actually going to eat her pussy? “You don’t have to,” she told him, though she wanted it badly. Black men rarely ate pussy. Foreplay to most of them was you sucking their cocks.

“Oh, I want to, girlfriend,” he replied. “Besides, you did me, now it’s only fair that I do you.” She raised her hips as he pulled her panty off. Seconds later Hugh’s head was between her legs. 

Stacy stroked his hair, raising her hips into what was turning out to be a pretty skilled prehensile tongue. His hands caressed her sides running up and over her belly. She lifted the white top up exposing her bare breasts. His hands found them, fingers teasing her nipples. She moaned humping his tongue faster until she came all over his tongue. 

Stacy was still catching her breath when she realized he wasn’t stopping. One hand left her breast and soon two fingers were working their way in and out of her pussy while his tongue flickered over her swollen brown clit. “YYESSS,” she moaned, cumming again. Her orgasm poured down his fingers, soaking his hand. He pulled his fingers out. She smiled down at him. He was looking up at her, his nose above her curly black pubes, eyes staring up her undulating belly, over her breasts and into her brown eyes. “Thank you,” she groaned. He planted a kiss on her pussy lips before standing up. She noticed his cock was sticking straight out again.

“That was great,” he said, his eyes staring in awe at her flawless brown skin, flat belly, and her black nipples. “You’re so beautiful. You know that right?” 

Stacy stared at his iron hard white cock. “That’s not fair,” she muttered.

“What’s not?” he frowned. 

She reached up for his penis. “You gave me two orgasms and I only gave you one. We have to make this big cock cum again.” She spread her legs and pulled him down into her.

“Well I’m not arguing with a lady,” he said, burying his cock into her pussy. 

Stacy and Hugh both moaned with delight as he entered her. They kissed again while he seesawed his white cock in and out of her. The position was a little awkward, so he had to break the kiss. He stood, leaning over the couch as she raised her hips up into his cock. Stacy kissed his
chest, before letting her tongue lick over his nipple. She almost screamed for him to fuck her, but they weren’t fucking. This was more intimate. This was something better. “You feel so good inside me Hugh,” she whimpered. “I’m cumming again.”

“Oh great,” he moaned, laughing even as his great cock worked itself in and out of her. “We’re never going to be even.”

“Nope,” she laughed. “Here comes another one.” She wrapped her legs around him tightly and held still while she trembled all over his cock. She relaxed her legs and he started moving again.

“You’re so hot,” he groaned, staring down at her. Stacy couldn’t tell if he was talking about her pussy, her looks or both. “I’m gonna cum Stacy. Is it safe? Please tell me it’s safe?”

“It’s safe,” she said in disbelief. He actually cared.

“Good,” he moaned. Hugh pushed his cock in up through her cervix and gave her black pussy its first dose of white seed, but she hoped it wouldn’t be her last. His squirting cock triggered another orgasm, one larger than all the others. He gasped. “Thank god, I wanted to cum in you so bad.”

“It felt great when you did, but it made me cum again. I still owe you three orgasms.”

He laughed and slowly pushed himself up, slowly because he wanted to watch his cock gradually exit her pretty brown pussy. It fell out with a plop and some of his seed followed. “I’d better go,” he said, and she could see his reluctance. He didn’t want to fuck her and go.

“Yeah,” she said, watching him dress. She pulled the skimpy white top off over her head and sat back on the couch naked. “I need to sneak in.”

“You’re not going to dress?”

“You saw how hard it was getting those jeans off. Try putting them on.” She laughed and he smiled back.

Hugh pulled his shirt on. His eyes never left her. “God Stacy, you’re making me hard again. You’re just so… beautiful.”

Stacy wanted to cry with joy, she was so happy. She lifted herself off the couch and embraced him. They kissed again. His hands fell down to her firm brown bubble butt and squeezed as they kissed. He wasn’t lying, she could feel his bulge swelling as it pressed against her belly.  A light came on inside the house. “Get out of here,” she kissed, startled.

Hugh turned and opened the screen door. “Call you tomorrow,” he told her before slipping around the side of the house.

Stacy sat down and looked outside at the moon and the stars. She’d never felt this happy before.
 **********                                                  Jesus, he’s pathetic, she thought. Lars was on his knees, grabbing her thighs. “Please, please, don’t break up with me,” he begged. He pulled her tight. His lips found her belly, kissing her stomach, her bellybutton. He slowly rose as he pushed her top up, kissing her nipples over the bra. 

Amber couldn’t help but moan as his hands fumbled with the hook on her bra. He let the bra fall down, kissing her nipples again. They were back to normal, inverted, and flat. She felt no desire for her boyfriend anymore. “Sorry Lars,” she told him sympathetically. “I’m with Stubby now.” Amber pulled her top back down but left her bra on the floor. She crawled out of the tent.

Lars grabbed his head and fell to the ground wailing before scrambling up and flying out of the tent after her. He’d never been so distraught in his life. How had the happiest night of his life have turned into the worse? 

Before he’d even spotted Amber, he slammed into a tree and fell hard on his ass. “Oomph,” he exhaled. Lars shook his head and looked up but didn’t see a tree. It was a powerfully built black man leering down at him. Amber was laying her head on his shoulder. “Amber, please?” he begged for the last time.

“Sorry little man,” said Stubby, “but me an yo ex-girlfriend are gonna use the tent for the rest of the night. Got a problem with that?”

Lars shook his head. 

“I didn’t think so.” 

Lars was still sitting. He turned and looked over his shoulder as Stubby knelt and crawled into the tent. Amber followed him. She stood up on her knees and pulled her top off over her head. Stubby followed suit, walking on his knees to kiss her. The black man opened his eyes, looking over Amber’s shoulder out of the tent towards Lars. He whispered something in her ear.

The last thing Lar’s saw of his girlfriend that night was her turning and walking on her knees towards the entrance to the tent. She reached out slowly pulled the zipper down. He stared at her breasts for the last time, noticing that her nipples were no longer flat, but sticking out, hard and proud.

**********

Lewis Parker’s eye twitched as he bent to open his tent. He still couldn’t believe Mrs. Summers was fucking that nigger football coach. She’d been one of his jerking off fantasies forever. One time, in her health class, a button on her blouse had come open without her knowing it and every boy’s eyes in her classroom spent the hour trying to catch glimpses of her bra. He’d shot the best load of his life into one of the school toilets after that class. So worth the detention he’d gotten
from Mrs. Blackwood for being late to her class. 

Lewis sniffed. He could smell the hint of marijuana coming from the tent. He grinned. Looks like Melissa had scored getting some pot from that nigger stoner Andy Gooch. It also looked like she had smoked it all herself. His girlfriend was laying nude on the sleeping blanket. Her head was propped up on a pillow and she had a lazy contented smile on her lips.

Missy Johnson wasn’t your typical Coxville hottie. Sure, she had the body and breasts of any native, but she didn’t dress to display her charms, nor did she use much makeup. When a Kitty or Patty or Coach Summers or Nurse Swallows was around, Missy was almost invisible, and she liked it that way. 

Missy was a little weird. She dressed in low baggy jeans, blatantly wore a tee shirt with a pot leaf on it with a jean vest over the shirt that she could button up when one of the teachers came down on her. Her wallet was connected to her belt by a metal chain, she worse fingerless gloves with her nails painted black, five piercings in one ear, and a red gem piercing in her nose. She kept her hair dyed dark black in a short pixie cut that even Lewis rarely saw because an ever-present knit cap covered her head down to her ears. Even now, that cap was the only thing she was wearing as she stretched contentedly in her sleep.

Lewis liked that she covered up for he considered her breasts to be their little secret. They were a perfectly rounded EE, more Coxville mom sized then Coxville teen. Not that unusual, but her areolae were nearly non-existent. Her nipples on the other hand were over an inch long and the diameter of a quarter. They were sticking out now, fully erect. Looking at her now, marijuana moved down to the second most thing he wanted at that moment. 

Lewis had been horny all night. His stiff prick had ached in his pants and he’d considered yanking it out for some air when he was hidden in the thicker parts of the fog. He slid out of his pants. Lewis kept his underwear on for the moment. He thought of waking her. Missy liked sucking his prick. Mostly because her few female friends thought it was disgusting, so Melissa just had to do it and tell them all about it. She even liked swallowing his cum. His dick throbbed at the thought of one of her blow jobs, but he decided to surprise her. 

Lewis crawled over and ran his tongue over one of those huge nipples that he loved so much. She groaned, writhing a little and spreading her legs wider open. He flickered his tongue over it before sucking it into his mouth. Her back arched forcing his lips into her breast flesh. He swore the tip of her nipple pushed against this uvula they were so long. Lewis moaned, kissing down her breast and over her ribs. He kissed her stomach, letting his tongue rim out her belly button. She didn’t care for this normally, but in her drunk stoned state, it seemed she was getting turned on. She was squirming now, opening her legs wider as one of her hands found his head pushing him down.

He slid his tongue down under her navel to the top of her pubes. She never trimmed her bush. It was wild and hairy, thick with curly blonde hair. Not for the first time, he wondered what Melissa would look like if she dressed sexy and didn’t dye her hair. She’d probably rival Kitty Summers in looks. He licked around her inverted blonde pyramid moving downwards.
 Melissa’s pussy smelled funny.

It wasn’t bad just different, almost familiar. He couldn’t quite place it. His tongue twirled around her clit, moving down between her folds. She tasted different too. She was also very aroused for she thrust her pussy up into his mouth forcing his tongue inside her. He licked faster, proud of himself for turning her on so much. She’d never been this wet, her arousal was pouring into his mouth. The more Lewis tasted the more he wanted. He lapped at her pussy with gusto as Melissa began humping his tongue.

“Oh Andy,” she moaned. 

Damn! Andy must have sold her some good shit, thought Lewis. Her body was tensing up. Melissa’s hands were grabbing her own tits, squeezing her nipples. Once again, he felt proud of himself. He’d never seen her so sexually charged. She let out a grunt and came on his tongue. Her contractions forced out even more of the thick fluids causing him to lick even faster which prolonged her orgasm. There was so much of it he had trouble swallowing it all. Her ass finally fell back to the sleeping bag as she came down from her orgasm.

Melissa finally opened her eyes and smiled at him, but the smile faded. “Oh, it’s you,” she said, dismissively.

“Duh! Who’d you think it was?” Lewis sat up and yanked his tighty whitey’s down. His dick was as hard as he’d ever seen it. He was so swollen, he feared it might pop at any moment. Still, he’d never seen it so large and was quite proud of it at the moment.

“You’re so little,” she said, staring at it. It was sticking out over her pubes now.

That hurt. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing and aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Fuck,” he muttered, watching his prick twitching. The grape-sized head looked like it might pop at any moment. He reached for his pants and took out a condom, ripping the packet open in his hurry to bury his dick in his girlfriend. Alas, it was not meant to be for the second he grabbed his shaft to steady it, the head shot a wad of cum that left a trail from her navel to her pubes. “Fuck,” he said again, a little embarrassed. He’d done something similar the first time they’d had sex, but his stamina had been steadily improving since the summer. He’d never cum this much before though.

“Good job,” she said, sarcastically. 

“You’re in a bitchy mood,” he told her. Lewis reached for his pants again, pulling out a small pack of tissues. “How much you get from that nigger?”

“Just a joint. It’s mostly gone.”
 “Fuck,” he said. This just wasn’t his day. He used a tissue to wipe his sperm off her belly. “He take all your cash? I really want a high.”

“I didn’t pay him in cash.”

“How’d you pay him then?” he asked. Lewis caught a whiff of his semen from the wet tissue. That was the familiar scent he’d smelled earlier! Missy was smiling as she spread her legs open wide giving him a better view of her in the dim light. Her pussy was splayed open, clit as swollen as he’d ever seen it. Worse, was the steady trickle of white leaking from it to form a pool on his sleeping bag.

Lewis felt sick to his stomach even as he lowered his head back down to her pussy wanting more.

**********

The two black brother’s jaws were open as they watched the sexy blondes kiss. Elin was a little ashamed that she was getting into it so much. Kitty was pretty much a bitch, but her soft body and lips felt really good and she’d enjoyed licking her pussy. Kitty wasn’t responding quite as much and she kept glancing over at Samson as if she were only doing it to get him worked up.

They broke the kiss. “You sure you want me to stay away from Coxville?” Elin smiled at her.

“Yes,” said Kitty without hesitation. “I don’t want to see any of you Tittsville sluts in Coxville sniffing around our men.”

“Fine bitch,” she sniffed. 

“Come on,” grunted Herc, grabbing her arm when it looked like the girls might come to blows again. “I’ll take you home.”

“This is your car?” she asked, crinkling her nose.

Hercules glowered at her. “Just get in.” His car was a used rather rundown Dodge. He’d dreamed of having a brand-new Jaguar every year when he was earning big money with the NFL or at least something almost as nice he’d gotten as a signing bonus for some college. Those plans had been ruined when Jenny Summers got him kicked off the football team for bad grades.

“Watchin you and Kitty kiss, got my junk all hard again. You know what to do.”

Elin nodded and leaned over undoing his pants. “Just be careful okay?” She looked out the windshield at the fog. It was pretty dense here and the way the moon was lighting it up only made it harder to see. “Go as slow as you need to.”

Elin bent down and fished her new favorite thing out of his pants. She was still in awe of black
cock. Nothing in her experience had prepared her for anything like this. She bent over and started sucking the head. She was bobbing over half his shaft when she felt the car jerk and speed up. She pulled off his cock. “Watch it.”

“Fog just cleared up. It was only around the lake. I could probably drive with the headlights off the moon’s so bright.”

“Well don’t,” she said before going back to sucking his cock. She took her time, showing the big black shaft the respect it deserved. She wanted Hercules to think of her when he got his cock sucked and more importantly, she wanted him coming back for more and maybe even bring his brother again. There was no way Elin Lindquist was going back to white boys when there were cocks like this. 

His cock swelled and began pumping seed down her throat. She pulled back, letting him fill her mouth so she could taste him. His cum was so hot and thick and tasted so good. She stroked the shaft, licking the last pearl off the tip before sitting back up. “Hey! We’re almost in Tittsville!” she said with surprise. Tittsville was a good hour drive along the Eastern shore of Lake Cox. It would take Hercules another ninety minutes to an hour to get home to Coxville. She’d been blowing him for over a half hour.

“You really gonna stay away from Coxville?”

“I’m not sure I can. You see there’s a problem. Turn left up here.”

“What’s the problem?”

“It’s your cock.” Elin reached over. She hadn’t tucked it back into his pants. It was laying over his thigh, floppy, but still a foot long. “I can’t give this up.” She stroked and squeezed it. It swelled yet again and soon she was jerking him off. “There’s my house. Pull up out front.”

Hercules parked his car. “You aint gonna leave me hanging?”

“Never,” she replied. Elin slipped out of her clothes and was soon riding his cock yet again. She stared down lovingly into his eyes as she slowly worked her pussy over his shaft. Hercules sucked her nipples while squeezing her ass cheeks, helping to lift up and down his shaft. She was probably the first white woman to ever fuck a black man in Tittsville. 

Elin came hard, slowly sinking down his shaft as he pumped yet another load of black seed into her unprotected womb. She sat on his lap, eyes closed, feeling each spurt of his cock. Her vaginal muscles, clenching and milking his cock for every drop like it was the most natural thing in the world to get seeded by such a man. She kissed him hard on his broad brown lips. “Thank you,” she whispered in his ear.

“Don’t worry,” he replied. “I’ll come fuck you whenever you want.”

Elin felt him go soft, though his immense cock still stuffed her pussy. She slowly climbed off his
lap and fell back on her seat, she was so thoroughly wiped out, she struggled to get her clothes back on. “Well, I’m going to want you to fuck me a lot,” she said, pulling her top on.

“Anytime.”

“If I can’t go to Coxville, I gotta bring Coxville to Tittsville,” she stared at him. “My friends need to know about this. About black cock.”

“Yeah, they do,” he grunted back in total agreement. “I got plenty of homeboys would love some Tittsville pussy. Real men too, not boys like my little brother.”

“Give me your phone?” she asked, adding her number into it. “Give me a call and we’ll set something up. Oh yeah and send me a picture of that thing.”

“Sure babe. Send me some nudes back.”

“Okay,” she replied. “Goodnight.” Elin slid out of the car and closed the door.

Hercules lowered the window, leaning over. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” She smiled leaning down for a kiss, but he added, “It’s a long drive here and back. What about some gas money?”

“Oh!” she said, surprised. “Sure, let me see what I have.” Elin rummaged through her little change purse. She pulled out two bills. “I have a ten or a twenty?” she said.

“That’ll do.” He grabbed both bills out of her hand. “See you soon.” 

“Uh bye,” she said as he started the car. The old Dodge pulled away from her house in a cloud of exhaust. 

**********

Carol was too frustrated to sleep, and her neighbors were much too noisy. Her half tee shirt and panties were still wet from the dampening mist and from other things. She slipped on David’s button-down shirt before crawling outside. The mist had mostly cleared. Only small thin patches clung to the ground in several spots. Wendy was still moaning and gasping. It sounded like she was orgasming constantly, but that couldn’t be possible. 

The fire had died down and Carol doubted there’d be shadow play on the side of the tent. She ended up sitting in a chair after turning it to face their tent. Her fingers found the buttons on the shirt and slowly worked their way down until the shirt fell open around her body.

“God Dewey, I don’t think my pussy can take any more.”

“Then it’s time I had a go at those big titties,” he grunted.

Carol’s hands slid down over her breasts, playing with them before one slid further, down her belly and over her pubes. She gasped as her fingers found her wet folds. Carol slowly played with herself listening to the two lovers in the other tent. 

“Squeeze them titties together tighter,” ordered Dewey. “Alright, here it comes. Open your mouth. AWWW FUUCCKK!”

Carol’s orgasm exploded all over her fingers. She pulled her hand back and wiped it off on her thigh, laying back and enjoying the cool evening air as she came down from her orgasm. Somewhere out there had to be a white man with a big cock that could fuck like Dewey. She stretched out, sitting back on the beach chair.

“Uh sorry.”

Carol jerked awake from her reverie. Dewey was standing nude at the entrance to the tent. His short size put her eyes level with his crotch. His big black cock was jutting straight out before him. It was at full glory, rising and falling with his pulse and still dripping sperm. Seeing the real thing was so different from seeing the shadow on the tent. 

He was staring at her too. He probably couldn’t tell that she’d just masturbated, but there was a good chance the moonlight was making her wet pussy glisten. She let him look a moment before pulling David’s shirt closed around her tits, but her pussy was still exposed to the black man. “Sorry,” he said again. “Had to piss.”

Carol nodded as he disappeared into the brush. She watched him come back without hiding the fact that she was staring at his penis. It was still sticking out, but less rampant and bent downwards. He nodded at her and turned after entering the tent. His cock was now dangling between his legs, deflated, but still twice as big as her boyfriend’s. “Well goodnight,” he said, zipping the tent closed.

“Goodnight,” she whispered back. No, there weren’t any white men with cocks like that.  She waited a few minutes, but the sounds of sex didn’t resume. Wendy’s soft snores started coming from the tent. Finally, thought Carol with relief. Maybe I can get some sleep.

She returned to her and David’s tent and pulled his shirt off. She lifted the sleeping bag up and for a brief second was delighted to see his penis had finally gotten hard again while he slept. She was still horny and… she looked down at it again.

Why bother, thought Carol, closing her eyes, but sleep still wouldn’t come.

**********

“Don’t drain your pools yet, the weather will continue being unseasonably warm for at least a couple more weeks. Back to you, Major.”

“Thanks Ginny,” said the black anchorman.
 Norman Campbell turned the television off and set the remote back down. He didn’t care about the news but watched WCOX just for Ginny Talia, the weather girl. He stood and stretched. Through the window, he could see his neighbor’s bedroom light was on. He gulped knowing what would be going on through the window. Harlan Campbell was away for a few days, leaving his wife Penny alone only she wouldn’t be alone.

“Well I’m going to bed,” said his wife, Jackie.

“I think I’ll go stretch my legs and be right in,” he said.

“Another walk? You think you’d have lost some of this.” She patted his beer gut, but it was with affection. “Good night.”

“Good night.” Norm waited until she’d entered the bathroom and was brushing her teeth before he slipped out of the house.

Having Penny living next door had turned him into a voyeur. His wife was more beautiful in many ways, but there was something about Penny. He tits were bigger with dime-sized inch long nipples. Her raven dark hair was kept short above her ears. He didn’t like short hair on women, but on Penny it looked adorable. Her ears were cute, eyes deeply penetrating, and a smile that lit up her face. 

Penny Campbell sunbathed in bikinis so small they were practically nonexistent. Sneaking peeks through the blinds had turned into spying on her through his binoculars. That led to him jerking off while staring at her. Then her black gardener had ruined the moment walking around the side of the house. Penny didn’t try to cover up while talking to the shirtless black man. Sunlight made his sweaty fit chest glisten. She led him inside her house, probably for a glass of water, he assumed. It was more though, a week later, he was watering his yard when Harlan came home early looking for the gardener. That’s when Norman noticed Penny in the bedroom window just over Harlan’s shoulder. She was getting fucked by her black gardener. He invited his neighbor in for a beer before Harold could catch his wife cheating on him.

Norman walked across his dark yard towards his neighbor’s bedroom window. Seeing Penny on all fours while the black man lined his huge cock in her pussy had triggered something inside him. He wanted to see more. Harlan left on a trip two days ago and the gardener’s truck pulled  up to the curb just as soon as dusk fell. The truck had come back every night since at dusk and it was parked out there now. He’d watched her suck off the huge nigger cock the first night. Last night had been the best, she was riding him reverse cowgirl, facing the window, giving Norm and frontal view of her great body and the foot-long cock she was riding. Even the man’s black balls were monsters. She let him fill her pussy which Norm thought odd because he was sure Penny and Harlan were trying to have a baby. Tonight, he hoped to see more.

He got his wish.

He slowly snuck up to the window, hearing the sounds of sex almost as soon as he was
trespassing into her yard. Slowly he raised his head and peeked in the window. Norman’s eyes opened wide with shock and delight.

Penny was on all fours on the bed, a beautiful side view shot of her great body with those big dangling tits swinging under her. The gardener was behind her fucking her at a pace that would have had Norm cumming in seconds. The shock was that another black man was kneeling in front of Penny and she was sucking on a nigger cock even bigger then the gardener’s.

Norm’s dick twitched and turned hard. He was about to fish it out and jerk off when he heard, “This is what you do on your walks?” He jumped at Jackie’s voice behind him. “I thought I was going to catch you smoking again, but instead you’re spying on Penny.” Jackie was starting to cry. “Do you think she’s prettier than me?”

“No, honey,” he pleaded. Norm was about to make his case when he saw Jackie’s eyes go wide as she looked past him. Norm turned around a little worried that the lovers inside had heard his wife’s eruption, but they were too busy. 

“They’re soooo biiig,” hissed Jackie in disbelief.

Inside, Penny was standing laughing with the blacks. Her chin was covered with sperm. The man she’d sucked walked to the foot of the bed, sat down, and held his cock up for her. Penny straddled him and slowly sank down on his huge cock. The gardener was stroking his cock hard again. He lined it up with her asshole and began to push…

“They’re so big,” said Jackie again, moving up to join Norman at the window. 

**********

Jenny slapped thighs with Black as she rode him back at the condo. She froze, letting her orgasmic contractions spread through her amazing body until they curled her toes. She panted, catching her breath, and started riding her black stud again. “Work that pussy girl,” he laughed, slapping her ass.

“Oh god Coach,” she moaned, throwing her head back. “It’s not working. You’re not out of my system. The more I fuck you, the more I want to keep fucking you. FUCK! CUMMING!”

Black grabbed her hips while she thrashed around on his cock. “This cock is yours whenever you want it, babe,” he said. He grabbed her tits and pulled one down to his mouth. Black sucked one of her perfect nipples until she came again. Then it was his turn. He bucked his hips up so hard, she nearly flew off his cock as his sperm began filling her pussy.

Jenny rolled off him and onto her stomach, moaning in contentment. Coach Black smacked her ass again playfully before climbing off the bed. He took a quick piss. She was asleep when he got back. Her ass was raised up, his sperm leaking from her well-fucked pussy.

Black thought he’d take a quick picture of it, but noticed her phone sitting by her clothes before
he’d retrieved him. He grabbed it and swiped it on. She had an unread text from Harold. He opened it and read:

Please come home. We need to talk. Please call me.

Wimp, thought the Coach. Black deleted the email. The text under it was from him. 

Meet me in the tent on site 13.

Only he’d never sent her that text. His brows furrowed when he thought of Jenny’s daughter borrowing his phone to make a call. The time on the text was about right. Little bitch had tried to pull something tonight. 

Kitty Summers needed a good spanking.

**********

Willie Long was exhausted as he climbed into the hotel bed. “You’re getting to old for this shit,” he said, thinking of the way Adela had drained his balls. It had been worth it though. He could have died from a heart attack that night and he’d be content not just from the sex but from the revelations the tarot reading had bestowed. 

He laid back in bed and took out his phone. I miss my Candy, he wrote, pressing send. It was true to. He missed Candace Cox. He’d grown used to having her beside him in bed. She was the best thing to happen to the lonely old man in a long time.

His phone rang and he answered. “I miss my Long Dong,” said Candy on the other end.

Willie laughed. “What are you doing?”

“I’m lying nude on the bed,” Candy replied. “I’m looking at an interesting ad on my tablet.”

“Oh, what for?”

“It’s a huge black life-sized dildo on LD’s website. I’m going to need it if you ever go away again. It’s named after you, The Long Dong.”

“I’ll sue him for copyright infringement. Would you think of me while using it?”

“Oh yes,” said Candy. She flipped off the page and looked at some of Lorenzo Doyle’s free pictures. His cock was magnificent, not as big as Willie’s, but it looked great on the young muscular body. “I’d think of my big Willie deep in my pussy, slowly fucking me, getting up speed.”

Long’s cock had shot up fast. He grabbed it, stroking it. “Keep talking.”

“You’re fucking me hard now.” Candace’s fingers were in her pussy. “I struggle, but you hold me down. I surrender to your big black cock, cumming again and again. You’re calling me filthy names as you fuck me.”

“Nigger loving slut.”

“Oh!” said Candy startled. “Yes! I’m a nigger loving slut. I’m…cumming YES!”

“Me too,” grunted Long. He felt the sperm well up in his balls. He stared at his cock and it swelled in his hands. The sperm erupted from the head in a fountain of white spray. 

Long groaned, no longer thinking about Candy.

He was thinking about his plans for her daughter and granddaughter come Monday.


To be continued on The Coxville Curse 4