7 The Jones' Family Post Game Barbecue

The Coxville Curse Saga
Copyright 2017 by Stormbringer
Note: This story derives from one pinup and two uncolored sketches by the Pit.

The Coxville Curse Part 2: Chapter 7: The Jones’ Family Post Game Barbecue

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October 10, 2009: Saturday

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Katherine Cox Jones leaped out of the passenger seat the moment her husband pulled in the driveway. Nathan Bedford Jones moved more leisurely as he exited the driver’s seat. He paused to open the rear door for his mother-in-law. “Thank you, Nathan,” said Candace Cox, rising from the back seat. “Such a gentleman. That’s why you’re my favorite son-in-law.”

“Shush Mama Cox, I’ve heard you tell Harold the same thing,” replied Nathan.

“Y’all hurry it up,” yelled Katherine from the front door. “We got guests arriving at any moment. Nathan, get the grill fired up. Mom, you can help me in the kitchen with the potato salad.”

“Sure thing dear, but not until I shower first,” replied Candy.

“And I think I’ll done be tapping the keg first,” said Nathan.

“Y’all just hurry,” yelled an exasperated Kat, disappearing into her house.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get-r-done,” laughed Nathan with a wink, quoting his favorite comic whom he also resembled somewhat. Nathan was a redneck from head to toe. He had a couple missing teeth, but luckily, they were in the back of his mouth a didn’t show when he smiled. He had an impressive gut and a chubby cherubic face. He was charming and likable. Few people who knew him didn’t like him. His only flaw was that he was terribly racist, not openly rude, or hostile, but he wanted nothing to do with blacks and didn’t think the races should mingle at all. His views were abnormally common in Coxville County. Integration was supposed to have set the backwards county on a more progressive path, but for some reason seemed to have made things worse.

Candy Cox hurried upstairs to her daughter’s bedroom and master bath. She stripped off her blouse and skirt before starting the water. She had a magnificent body for a woman approaching sixty. With a tight bikini top, holding up her huge bosom, she could still pull off a bikini and with dark sunglasses hiding the laugh lines around her eyes, most onlookers would have guessed she was in her early forties. Without the tight top, her heavy breasts hung low. They’d been proud and firm up until menopause, breast involution making them sag as she aged. Her body resembled her daughter Jennifer’s more than Katherine’s, but then Jenny Summers had gotten pregnant where Kat was childless. Nathan had been in a drag racing accident in his teens and an
injury had left him with virtually no sperm in his semen. Candy knew being childless left Kat a little unfulfilled and she took fertility pills in hopes of a miracle, but at least she’d keep her killer figure. The Cox women blossomed early often having C-cup breasts at thirteen and double D's by eighteen as her granddaughter Kitty did now and Kat still had at 33. But as soon as a Cox woman got knocked up, breasts swelled up another cup size or two and their tight bubble butts started plumping up.

Kat Jones wiped sweat off her eyes, jealous that her mom was taking a cool shower. They had just gotten back from a Cocks Saturday away game. It had been a typical hot sweaty Southern day with the sun beating down constantly on everyone making her envy Jenny her pool. The Cocks had been down 21-0 by halftime, no thanks to Kitty’s boyfriend Todd and a couple of lousy passes, but then Coach Black had pulled Todd and let Samson West quarterback. Kat was a big supporter of Todd’s, but she couldn’t disagree with the Coach's decision and sure enough that nigger Samson turned the game around. Not only could he catch a football, but he could throw too, and one time he even ran a touchdown. He pulled off three touchdowns the second half and the game went into overtime with another black player scoring a field goal. And so, the Cocks got their third victory of the year, though the first was a scrimmage game and didn’t count, their second being the big game against their traditional rivals Bartown.

Kat was a little relieved when her mother replaced her and she was able to take her own shower. Cooled and refreshed, she pulled on some short khaki shorts, pink sneakers, and a pink GO COCKS tee shirt that she’d worn back when she was head cheerleader at Coxville High back in 1994, three years behind Jenny. Jenny could no longer fit in her pink tee; her breasts having outgrown it. Kat did something else Jenny couldn’t get away with and that was go bra-less. Kat had some fat nipples, but they’d never been particularly sensitive and rarely puffed up other than the rare occasions the temperature fell below freezing in Coxville. Oddly, the hardest she’d ever seen them was after she’d woken from the strange sex dream she’d had two weeks ago. Kat had dreamed she was being taken on her kitchen table by a shadowy figure. She couldn’t identify the “shadow” man as he was featureless except for the fact that he was bearded and hung like a horse. Her nipples had been rock hard when she woke from that hot dream and even the thin bed sheet scraping across them sent shivers of excitement down to her wet pussy. Nathan had been surprised but thrilled waking up to his wife mounting him. Kat’s nipples had even been sensitive to the point that the minute her husband’s lips clamped around one of them, she’d had a rare orgasm, albeit a small one. The moment had been so magical, she'd prayed Nathan had finally fertilized an egg, but then her period had come a few days later.

Kat began to regret her decision to go bra-less the moment she stepped out into her backyard. Just thinking about the dream had her nipples poking out her shirt a little. Her nipples usual numbness was gone and she started feeling a little aroused as her tee shirt rubbed against them. To make things worse, the humidity soon had her pores leaking sweat, her skin developed a sexy wet sheen as the sun was setting. The dampness made her already tight tee shirt cling to her wet body, the top hugging her large DD bosom until her entire areola became visible. Candy gave her a disapproving frown, Nathan whistled and poured her a beer. He smacked her ass, pretty sure he was gonna get some tonight. Kat kissed him on the cheek. He was going to get some tonight. They’d fallen into the one night of sex every week or two doldrums, but as she’d been unusually horny since having the hot erotic dream, they’d done it three times the past week.
 The guests started arriving.  Nathan threw some burgers and hot dogs on the grill or as he liked to call them, Bartown boogers and Coxville all beef cocks. About twenty people had arrived, mostly coworkers of Nathan’s and Kat’s. Nathan worked for the cable company and Kat was a bank teller. Kat’s fellow tellers were all sexy buxom Coxville types in their twenties, including her closest friend at work, Catalina Sanchez. Catalina had a Mexican father and a local mother. They'd been friends in high school and were often called the two cats. The yearly barbecue was also a mini Cox family reunion. Candy’s late husband had five siblings, two brothers and three sisters, all of whom had fifteen children and 32 grandchildren. By the time the party had reached thirty people, at least half were blonde haired and blue-eyed relatives with Cox blood in them.

One new arrival stood out.

“Who invited the nigger?” asked Nathan, taking a swig out of his beer.

“Hush,” said his mother-in-law. “I ran into Principle Long at the game and invited him.

“Mom, ya should have asked first,” said Kat. “But it’s alright I guess.” Kat watched her former principal approach. “Howdy, Mr. Long, welcome to my home.”

“Miss Cox or should I say, Mrs. Jones now,” said Long. He was carrying a bag. He held it out to Candy. “Here’s the item you requested,” he told her.

“Thanks Mr. Long,” said Candy, taking the bag.

“Please, call me Willie.”

“Of course, Willie it is then.” Candy peeked in the bag and then closed it rapidly when her daughter leaned over to see what was inside. “It’s a surprise,” said Candy. “Nathan, why don’t you see if Willie would like a booger or a cock.”

“Right on,” said Nathan. He was staring out at the front lawn and street. More cars were pulling up. “What the hell?”

Candy and Kat turned to stare where he was looking. Two more black men had arrived. “Who the hell are they?” asked Kat.

“The shorter one is Samson West, our big star right now,” answered Long. “The bigger one is Hercules West, class of ‘06 if he had graduated, but your sister had him suspended from football for failing her health class and since he wasn’t playing football, he quit showing up to school.”

“Well who invited them?” asked Nathan as the two black men made a bee line for the keg. One old black man was bad, but two uppity young ones was too much.

“Is that Kitty?” asked Candy. Kitty had sprung out of the car behind the two black men. She was still in uniform and practically skipped up to Samson, taking his arm as they headed to the keg.
 “Kitty, where’s your mama?” yelled Candy.

Kitty was smiling and laughing as she skipped along next to Samson. “She’s on her way, Grammy. Something came up with Coach Black back in the lockers and she needed to take care of it.”

“What’s so funny?” asked Candy after Principal Long gave a loud chortle.

“Oh nothing,” he replied. “Say is that Mrs. Kindle over there. Excuse me, I need to have a few words with her.

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“Mr. and Mrs. Kindle,” said Long walking over to the couple.

Bobbie Sue looked a little surprised to see her boss at the barbecue. “Mr. Long, what a nice surprise,” said the pretty blonde English teacher. Her large breasts had earned her the nickname Boobie Sue. She was close friends with Kat and the two blondes had been on the cheerleading squad together. “You remember my husband.”

“GO COCKS!” said Bobbie Sue’s husband.

“Of course,” said Willie, reaching out to shake his hand. “Dick right?”

“Richard, but I go by my middle name of David.” replied Bobbie Sue's husband.

He turned his attention back to Bobbie Sue and looked stern. “I need to see you in my office on Monday, Mrs. Kindle.”

Bobbie Sue froze and looked nervous. “Of course, sir. May I ask why?”

“It involves our resident genius, Melvin…” Long paused, watching Bobbie Sue’s face drain of color. “And Andy Gooch.” He paused as Bobbie Sue went completely white and he tried to keep from laughing maniacally at her fear. “I believe you kept him after class the other day. See me immediately after school, Mrs. Kindle.”

“O-of course, sir,” she replied gulping.

“Nice seeing you again, Dick.” Long turned and walked away before Bobbie Sue's husband could correct him, smiling as he heard Mr. Kindle ask his wife what that was all about. He didn’t hear her response.

Blackmail Bobbie Sue Kindle, check, he thought.

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 “Why don’t you let me tap some of dat ass?” asked Hercules.

“You is crazy if you think I’m sharing Kitty,” replied Samson. “That bitch is one cock crazy ho.”

“Come on bro. I wants some white pussy too.”

“Get your own then. Kitty’s all mine.” Samson watched Kitty running over to greet her mother. Kitty’s gramma was already talking to Jenny on the street and Coach Black was standing behind them, arms crossed. “At least until I tap some of her mom’s sweet pussy. Then I’ll share Kitty.”

“Yo dreamin mutha fucker,” said Herc. “That uptight bitch would never fuck your black ass.”  Hercules was no fan of Jenny Summers after she’d had him kicked off the football team. He fantasized about shoving his thirteen-inch cock deep in her little pink pussy while spanking her ass red for what she did to him. A football scholarship would have gotten him out of Coxville.

“We’ll see about that bro,” said Samson with a smirk. He pushed one hand deep in his pocket and felt his cell phone. He could easily blackmail the lovely Mrs. Summers with the picture he had on his phone of her with the Coach. He would have blackmailed her already, but wasn’t sure how the Coach would have reacted if he found out. Fear of the Coach had kept the other black players in line too. They all had copies of Jenny Summers taking Coach Black's cock up her ass on their cell phones. Apart from his older brother, Coach Black was about the only person Samson was afraid of. He also saw the Coach as a father figure and didn’t want to step on his toes.  Samson decided to hold off on the blackmail, but if he ever got a chance to seduce her, he’d take it. “I got a feeling it runs in the family bro.”

“Runs in da family? What about the hot ho throwin dis party?”

“I don’t know anything about her,” replied Samson. “Kitty’s Aunt Kat and the redneck in the overalls on the grill is her husband, Nathan Jones. Alls I know.”

“Mrs. Summers’ sister huh?” Hercules stared at the buxom blonde. Kat was standing alone, watching her sister approach. “I gonna go see if you is right and Kat is as big a cock crazy ho as you say her niece is.”

“Hold on fucker. Don’t blow it for me,” said Samson, angrily.

“Don’t worry bro, I’ll be discreet.”

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Kat watched her sister pull up in her car, another car with tinted windows pulled up behind Jenny’s. Jenny Summers got out of her car and much to Kat’s surprise, Coach Black’s giant form stood up from the second car. Well, it looks like my barbecue has finally been integrated, she thought. At least we made it eight years lily white. Kat stood on her toes and waved at her sister. “Come on in y’all,” she yelled. “The party’s in the backyard. Grab a bite. Nathan’s got dogs and
burgers on the grill. Hey Jenny! Go COCKS! Great game y’all. If ya need anthin jus holler at me girl.”

Kat came back down off her toes as her mother made a beeline for Jenny. Candy wanted to know what her granddaughter was doing hanging on the arms of a black boy. Kitty followed closely behind Candy probably hoping to do some damage control.

A big strong hand suddenly smacked her right ass cheek and squeezed it. Kat jumped about six inches off the ground and dropped her beer cup. Hercules loomed over her shoulder. “Dis a nice big backyard ya got here, Mrs. Jones,” he said squeezing her ass again. “Nice and big!”

“Oh MY!” cried Kat with a gasp. “What do you think you’re doin? Quit that! Kat turned aghast to stare at the hulking black brute. Sunlight glinted off his bald head. He smirked down at her. “How dare you touch me?

“Whoa there lady,” said Hercules, holding up his hands in surrender. “Just complementing you on your big backyard.” His eyes flickered down to her breasts. “And testing a theory of my brothers. Impressive front yard too.” Hercules winked at her and walked over towards the keg.

Kat glanced down at her breasts and gasped in horror. Her nipples had turned completely erect, standing out prominently through the tight pink shirt as hard as they had been the night of her dream. Her nipples had never reacted this way before to her husband or any other man, especially a black man. Worse, her panties had suddenly turned damp and it wasn’t just from sweat. Kat suddenly turned and looked around nervously, but no one seemed to have noticed the incident. She bent down to retrieve her empty beer cup and picked it up.

Kat waited for the obnoxious black brute to leave the keg before strolling over to refill her cup. This time men did notice her, many of her guest’s eyes zooming in on her erect nipples, the males approvingly and the females, critically.

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An hour later, Kat followed Jenny up the stairs to the master bedroom. “What’s going on Jenny?” asked Kat. “Since when are you so friendly with niggers?

Jenny sighed, but didn’t glance back as she climbed the stairs. “Lighten up, Kat. Coach Black doesn’t have too many friends so I thought it would be nice to invite him over to meet some people. Besides, I really think he’s going to lead this team to a state championship. If not this year, then next.”

“Well, I don’t know how many people he’s gonna meet with ya’ll hanging beside him all afternoon. Harold know ya’ll is so friendly with niggers. Kitty too?”

“You sound just like mom,” said Jenny, sending her sister a disgusted glance. “What do you want from me? You want me to admit that I’m fucking him. Alright, I’m fucking Coach Black.”

“Jenny stop,” said Kat in horror.

“I fucked him in the shower after the big game last week. I let him stick his big black nigger cock and by big I mean this…” Jenny held her hands more than a foot apart. “I let him stick it in my ass last week and I fucking loved it. I even fucked him in the shower again before coming to your little barbecue. There are you happy.” Jenny glared at her sister as they stood outside the Jones’ master bedroom.

Alright, alright, calm down ya’ll. Y'all made your point,” said Kat, soothingly.  “I know you’re kidding. Sorry. But Kitty does concern me. She’s been hanging on that black boy’s arm all afternoon and his brother makes me a little nervous.”

“Hercules is trouble, but then so is Samson. I’m trying to keep Kitty away from him, but she appears quite smitten.”

“You’re the mom, you control her.” Kat opened her bedroom door and strolled to the bed. Two red COCKS cheerleading uniforms were laid out on the bed. One was Kat’s and the other Jenny’s from their high school days.

“It’s not as easy to control a teenage daughter as you think,” said Jenny stripping. “If you had children, you’d know that.” Thing were silent for a moment. Jenny glanced at her sister. Kat was standing at the foot of her bed, naked but for her sneakers and panty. She looked hurt. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It’s okay,” said Kat, resuming dressing. “Whoa there gal, that there's some sheer underwear. Doesn't leave much to the imagination.”

Jenny smiled and looked down at her voluptuous body through her underwear. “Got it at the lingerie store in Coxburg last week. Makes me feel sexy wearing this under my clothes.”

“Y'all best not be doing any split jumps out there.”

The Cox sisters pulled on their old cheerleading uniforms. They were a few years apart and styled a little differently, but it was hard to notice. Kat still had pretty much the same body she’d had in high school and she fit hers perfectly. Jenny’s post childbirth breasts stretched her top out tightly and lifted the top up to expose her midriff almost as much as the current bare belly uniforms Principal Long had approved of three years ago. Both women looked amazing. They left the bedroom, unaware that they had been watched the whole time. A red clad figure crept out of the master bath and followed them back out to the party.

There were whistles and cheers as the sisters stepped through the sliding glass door and into the backyard. “Get over here Kitty,” yelled Jenny. The crowd’s attention turned to Kitty, standing with Samson and Hercules. She brazenly stood on her toes, kissed Samson on the cheek and then took a long sip from his beer. None of the guests had ever seen a white girl kiss a black man outside of leftist Hollywood movies and television. Some gasped, others stared with open mouths, while still others turned pale with shock or red with anger. Their gazes followed Kitty
towards her mother and Aunt. Jenny was frowning at her daughter’s openly brazen behavior and Kat looked shocked. Kitty stopped between the two women and turned to face the crowd.

The three women posed, left fist up and right arm across the chests. They began to cheer.

The COCKS are coming! The COCKS are coming!

Show your stuff and say it loud. Our mighty COCKS make us proud.

As they cheered, Jenny saw another red clad figure step out from behind them and stand to Kitty’s right. The figure joined in their routine.

From the front or from the rear. Coxville’s COCKS are the ones to fear.

Our COCKS are hard?

The four cheerleaders paused and held their hands to their ears for the crowd to shout.

The guests yelled, “TO BEAT!”

Our COCKS are hard?

“TO DEFEAT,” shouted the crowd.

Our COCKS swell?

“WITH PRIDE!”

Kitty suddenly noticed the woman beside her and stumbled in her routine. “Grammy!” she mumbled, quickly recovering. Candy winked at her.

You’re on the bottom and we’re on top The mighty COCKS you cannot stop

Don’t try to beat our COCKS. You know you can’t compete! You never will defeat our COCKS. Our victory complete.

The COCKS are coming!

“GO COCKS!” shouted the Cox women.

“GO COCKS!” replied the crowd.

The girls quit cheering and bowed to much whistling and applause. Kitty stood up, looked over at her grandmother. “This family is sooooo embarrassing,” she moaned, walking off.

“Watch out hon, looks like yo mama’s giving you a run for your money,” said Nathan. He looked his mother in law up and down, whistling and trying to be funny, but secretly taking in the older woman’s hot body. Her daughters and granddaughter may have been embarrassed, but Candy looked great for her age and put many a younger woman to shame. He grinned, proud of the genetic line he had married into. Kat was probably going to look that good when she was twenty years older. Jenny too.

“Really mom,” said Jenny, shaking her head.

Candy laughed. She posed hand on hip, large breasts thrust out and her other hand in her blonde hair. “You don’t think I look good?”

“You look magnificent,” said a voice behind her. Principal Long clapped his hands. “Bravo ladies. I say we get rid of the young upstarts and just use you three at our games from now on.”

“Thank you, Mr. Long,” said Jenny to her boss.

“And I mean it Candy,” said Long, his eyes roaming down her body. “You really do look fantastic.”

“Not bad for an old broad,” replied Candy nervously. She felt half naked standing before the black man. He had provided her with a current cheerleading uniform for her little joke on her daughters. She didn’t blame Kitty for being embarrassed by her. She felt slightly embarrassed wearing it. Her belly was bare. She needed the biggest size top to handle her breasts, but still her hefty bosom was displaying a lot of cleavage and even the undersides of her breasts were visible underneath the top. “I’d better go change.”

“Don’t be in such a rush,” said Long, his eyes roamed her body again. “Keep the uniform as long as you’d like.” He winked at her and walked off.

“Thanks Willie,” she called. Candy froze. She suddenly felt a dampness in her panties. Her nipples had hardened too, straining against her tight bra. She was becoming aroused from having an old black man stare at her. Candy shuddered. She hadn’t felt horny in ten years and now twice in just over a week. She’d woken horny as hell the morning of the heavy fog. All she’d remembered about her dream was she’d been wearing her cheerleading uniform from her high school days and on the middle of the old football field before they’d built the new school. It was night time and the chill had her nipples hard. A dark shadow man had stripped off her clothes and taken her with his monster cock. He took her to heaven and back in a variety of positions as the football field slowly morphed into a cotton field.

“I do believe old man Long was checking you out, mom,” said Jenny.
 “Nonsense dear,” replied Candy, shivering again. “That wouldn’t have been appropriate, though if ya ask me, the Negroes in this town have been getting awfully uppity as of late.”

“They sure have,” added Kat, shuddering at the memory of Hercules’ big hand cupping her ass cheek.

“Don’t be so sure about Long, mom,” added Jenny. “I’ve caught the old fart ogling me, Ivana, Bobbie Sue, Bianca, and half the female students.”

“Maybe you’re right, poor man’s been widowed for a while now,” said Candy to her daughters.

“Let’s go change,” said Kat.

“You two go,” said Candy with a grin. “I think I’ll keep this on for a while. You know, traumatize the granddaughter some more.”

Kat and Jenny raised their eyebrows at their mom before returning to the house to change. Candy followed them to the kitchen to pour herself another glass of wine. She couldn’t get Willie Long out of her mind. They’d had an encounter back in 1972. He looked different then, not the gray haired old man with the bald pate. Candy remembered his cock most of all, not a day went by without her picturing the massive black snake as she’d held it in her little white hand. She’d spent her marriage to Marvin Cox, picturing Willie’s ungodly huge black cock while she’d had sex with her husband. She’d probably even been fantasizing about Willie’s cock when she conceived Jenny and Kat. She wondered if it had been Willie Long in her dream the other week, she’d dreamed about him before. Candy decided that it hadn’t been as the man in her dream had been bearded where Willie only had a white mustache.

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The two sisters walked back downstairs in their regular clothes. They saw their mom throw back a glass of wine before refilling the drained glass.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” asked Kat. “You already killed half the bottle.”

“Needed some liquid courage to pull off that cheerleading joke,” said Candy. “Those uniforms get smaller every year. Besides, I’m a grown woman and your husband’s taking me home.”

Kat didn’t argue with her mom. She glanced over at her older sister, who just shrugged in reply. She followed Jenny through the sliding glass door and into the backyard. There was some applause which made them smile. Kat turned to say something to Jenny, but her sister was already making a beeline for the Coach. Kat sighed. Jenny had never been particularly racist, but then she’d never been overly friendly towards niggers either.  Of course, she had nothing to worry about with her happily married sister. It was her niece she worried about.

Kat looked around for Kitty. It had grown dark outside. The crowd was dwindling some. She
didn’t see Kitty anywhere. Nor was there any sign of Samson West or his obnoxious brother. Most of the remaining guests suddenly applauded. A few put fingers in their mouths and blew whistles. Kat turned to see that her mom had stepped outside. Candy smiled, tried to wave it off like the applause embarrassed her, but Kat knew it was all a show. Her mom loved the attention. Candy bowed, showing a lot more cleavage and spilling some of her drink before almost falling. Instead of taking this as a sign that she should slow down, Candy reentered the house and Kat knowing her mom all too well, knew she was topping off her wine glass. Kat shook her head and headed over to the keg for a drink herself.

Nathan was guarding the keg, joking with a couple of his coworkers. He pumped the keg a few times and held the tube out for his wife. The beer sputtered as it came out of the keg. Kat watched her beer slowly fill about a third of the cup. “KEGS KILLED,” yelled Nathan. “PARTY’S OVER. YOU DON’T HAVE TO GO HOME BUT YA’LL CAN’T STAY HERE.”

“You sober enough to drive some guests home?” asked Kat, sipping her beer.

“Yeah, I’ll get-R-done. By the looks of some of these fools, I’ll have me a carload.”

“Are you sure? You look pretty drunk to me. Another DUI could cost you your job.”

“I got it, baby. I got it.”

“Just save room for mom.” Kat grimaced, always nervous when her husband drove after drinking. Truth be told he could drink like a fish and handle his beer pretty well, but he had gotten stopped by state police once and lost his license for a year. Now he was driving a cable truck and wouldn’t be able to work if he couldn’t drive.

“Can’t Jenny take her home. She’s out of the way.” Nathan would need to go on I-69 to take his mother-in-law home and the state police regularly cruised the interstate increasing the risk of getting stopped.

“I’ll check with her.” Kat stalked through the party, looking for her sister. “Thanks for coming, ya’ll,” she told her departing guests. Kat neared her driveway and curb. The cars had thinned out some. She saw a familiar blonde figure getting into her car. “JENNY!” she yelled, waving. Jenny looked up and waved back, before slipping into her driver’s seat. “JENNY!” she yelled again, but it was too late. Jenny pulled out into the street, Coach Black’s car with its darkly tinted windows pulling out behind her. The two cars drove off. “Damn!” she muttered.

Kat passed the remaining exodus of guests, thanking them and exchanging pleasantries. She found her mother talking to Principal Long. “Ah our host,” said Willie. “Thanks for letting me come to your party, Mrs. Jones. It was nice to get out and socialize with the community, but I think it’s about time I was heading home.

“You’re welcome, Mr. Long,” she replied. Kat turned to her mother. “Can you crash here? I just missed Jenny and Nathan’s got a full car load going to the other side of the county?”

“Oh dear!” Candy hiccoughed and covered her mouth. “I guess so dear. I had some plans in the morning, but they’ll just have to wait or maybe you should try Jenny’s cell”

Willie Long paused, a smile creeping across his face. “Why I’d be delighted to take you home,” he told Candy.

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Long, but that won’t be necessary,” said Kat. “Mom can stay and help me clean up.”

“I really would like to sleep in my own bed,” said Candy thoughtfully, “But Kat’s right. I can crash here, wouldn’t be the first time.”

“You sure?” asked Willie. “It’s no trouble.”

Candy frowned, sucking in her lower lip as she thought it through. Willie was staring at her, waiting for a decision. He suddenly didn’t seem like such a skinny old man anymore, more like a predatory old wolf. Kat stared at her too, her eyes imploring her mother to say no, flickering over to the old black man that had dared to openly flirt with her mother. Candy knew she should probably say no, but she was drunk and really wanted to sleep in her own bed that night. Another part of her wondered if he really had been flirting with her earlier. She wondered if he’d do it again and at that thought, she felt her nipples growing again. “Well, if it’s no trouble,” she told him.

“Come on mom, the guest room’s all ready for you and I really do need help cleaning up,” said Kat, wondering what the hell her mom was thinking.

“I’ll come by in the morning,” said Candy. “I’m ready to leave when you are Willie.”

“Let’s go,” said the high school principal. “This gives me a chance to return the favor.”

Candy followed him towards the driveway. “What favor is that?” she asked confused.

“You rescued me 37 years ago, now I get to rescue you.”

Candy felt the color drain from her face. He remembered!

Kat watched them leave together in horror, hoping none of the departing guests had noticed her mom leaving with a black man.

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Hercules West sat back and finished his beer. He was brooding in the far corner of the backyard, sitting on a plastic chair beside a table with an umbrella shading him. His dark skin and dark red shirt blended into the night and he was nearly invisible. He was angry, pissed off at the world. Just the sight of Jenny Summers made him angry. She’d suspended him from football ruining his chance at a scholarship and subsequently she was also responsible for him dropping out of high
school. Coach Black wouldn’t have let him get suspended, that brotha knew winning was everything, but the previous coach had been an education first kind of guy even if it meant the COCKS losing every game after his suspension.

He was angry that his fucking brother had ditched him at this party without a ride home. He was angry that his little brother was rubbing his new WHITE girlfriend in his face. Samson loved the fact that he was the first nigga in Coxville to get him a piece of hot white ass and maybe the first nigga in the entire county to ever get some white pussy.  The women in this county were bombshells built for sex, put here by god to torture horny black men like him.

Herc watched the pudgy redneck husband gathering up the guests that he needed to take home. It was either swallow your pride and ask the redneck for a ride home or walk the thirty miles to the Westside of Coxville. Herc moved to stand up when he noticed the hot wife, Jenny’s sister wandering around, putting empty cups into a garbage bag.

“I’ll be back in about an hour and a half,” said Nathan to his wife.

“Be careful,” she replied, kissing him on the cheek.

“Don’t worry about the mess,” said Nathan. “We’ll take care of it in the morning.”

“Alright,” she replied with a sigh. “I’ll take care of the dishes at least and I’ll see you in bed.”

“I’ll hurry back then,” he chuckled. This time he kissed her on the lips. Nathan led the five drunk guests towards his truck.

Hercules sat back in the chair. He watched the redneck’s truck back out into the street and pull away. Kat waved bye and he honked. She gathered up some of the dishes around the grill and then disappeared into the side doorway entering her kitchen and just like that, Hercules found himself alone with the lovely Mrs. Jones.

Herc stood up from the chair and strolled around to the kitchen window. He watched the beautiful Katherine Jones filling up the sink with water and cleaning the plates off. She appeared hot and sweaty, but the sheen was sexy as hell on her. As he watched, Kat swiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. She then turned her attention to her dishes. Hercules West stared at her. He knew by her reaction to his grabbing her ass that he had exited her. She wanted it, wanted it bad, she might not know it yet and he wasn’t sure how to start it. Herc hadn’t paid much attention in school, but he did listen to his football coach before Black had replaced him. The coach had been fond of risky offensive maneuvers. What was it he always said? Some old Roman saying. Herc remembered it. “Fortune favors the bold,” he muttered walking towards the side door to the kitchen. He was just going to walk right up to Kat and take what he wanted.

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Kat paused and wiped her brow again. The Jones' kept the air conditioning temperature up high
to save money, though she liked to turn it down some when they went to bed. Kat turned her attention back to the dishes just as she heard the screen door open behind her. “You’re back early,” she said, thrilled Nathan had decided not to drive drunk after all. Kat was hot and sweaty and tired and most importantly, horny as hell. “You get someone else to take the drunks home?”

Nathan didn’t answer her. He came up behind her, big strong hands gripping her shoulders, he began to rub them. Kat moaned. “That feels good,” she muttered. Nate was definitely feeling frisky. Kat closed her eyes, moaning and throwing her head back. As much as she would have liked for the massage to continue, Nathan was never one for foreplay. He went right for the goodies. His hands slid down over her shoulder and then slid around her arms. His fingers pinched her nipples. Kat kept her eyes closed, feeling her nipples harden. This felt good too. Nathan was being very manly tonight, more aggressive than usual. He was squeezing her nipples more roughly then usual too and she wasn’t complaining. Big lips kissed her neck, then cheek, then ear. Kat turned her head, eyes closed, his lips pressed down on hers, tongue aggressively pushing hers aside as it entered her mouth. Kat kissed him back passionately, she loved it when Nate took a dominate role.

Kat continued to kiss him back, her tongue twirling around his. Her husband’s fingers began pinching her nipples, harder than he ever had before. Nathan brought his crotch up to her backside and pressed his bulge against her ass.  He felt enormous, like he was hiding a rolling pin in his pants. At first, she thought it was a joke of some kind. Nathan was hiding something in his pants, he had to be. Then she felt it move, swelling even larger. She could feel it’s heat even through several layers of clothing. Nate pinched her nipples even harder and yanked them outwards.  Kat broke the kiss and opened her eyes.

She saw the brutish black face just inches from her own. Her eyes widened. She wanted to scream in fear, but all that came out was a loud squeal. “Shush baby,” the black man whispered in her ear. “You know you want it.” Kat tried to pull back, but she was trapped in the black man’s arms. Worse, she found that her mental self and her physical self were responding differently to her strange circumstances. Her mind screamed in fear and shock for her to get away, but her body was reacting differently. Already horny before Hercules had snuck up behind her, her pussy gave a little squirt of excitement the moment she had opened her eyes and seen the black man staring into them and it was still gushing with her growing arousal. Her already semi-erect nipples had turned rock hard and suddenly become ultra-sensitive as Samson’s brother continued to pinch them. Worse still, her rear end kept pushing back into that growing bulge under his pants. “Work that bubble butt against my black cock,” he whispered, squeezing her breasts together. Kat’s hands reached up to grab his wrists and pull his hands off her breasts, but instead she just held him, feeling the strength and power in his hands.  Kat had been tensely standing on her toes. She relaxed and came down on her feet. “That’s it baby, relax, get into it,” he whispered again. This time he pulled her by her breasts back hard into the massive bulge in his crotch.

Kat moved her ass up and down the long shaft under his pants. What the fuck are you doing? She asked herself. “My husband?” she asked.

Herc’s right hand slid down her tight shirt, pressing hard against her belly. His fingers slid under her tight shorts. “Won’t be home for quite a while,” said Hercules. His hand had slipped under
her panties too, he could feel wisps of pubic hair against the tips of his fingers. Unfortunately, her shorts were too tight and his hand was too large for his fingers to reach all the way down to her wetness.

“We n-need to s-stop,” she stuttered out, even as she stood up on her tip toes trying to get his fingers to move down further.

“STOP?” Hercules chuckled, pulling his hand up out of her shorts. This time his hand slid under her shirt. “Your acting like a bitch in heat to get some of this black cock.” He pressed his bulge against her ass again, his hand squeezing Kat’s bare breast underneath her shirt. His other hand slid under her shirt and grabbed her other breast.

“That… that thing can’t be real,” she gasped as he pinched her hard nipples again. His hand suddenly moved down to grab the hem of her shirt and he yanked her tee shirt up and over her bare breasts.

“It’s real all right,” he growled. Kat looked down to see his huge black hands were covering the pale white flesh of her heavy DD’s. She never seen anything so hot in her life. “Girl, ya gots some big ass white titties.”

“It’s too big!” Kat exclaimed, moaning as Hercules kissed her neck. She leaned back into him. “Not real,” she whispered. He kissed up her neck to her cheek. She turned her head so that her lips could meet his and she kissed him again, this time knowing who it was she was kissing.

Hercules broke their kiss. “If you don’t believe it, then why don’t you take it out and see fo yo self.” He stepped back from her breaking their embrace.

Kat spun around and put her back against the sink. “If I look at it,” she said bending her knees to stoop before him. “Then you’ll leave?”

“We’ll see,” chuckled Herc. Her hand reached out to grab the hem of his long shorts as he placed his hands on the waist band to help her pull his shorts down.

“My husband will be home soon,” she said, frowning as the thick root of his cock appeared. “I just want to see it.” Inch after inch of thick black tube steak appeared, swollen and pulsing, straining to rise up out of his shorts. “Then ya’ll gots to get out of here.” The huge cock kept appearing, three times thicker then Nathan’s and an inch longer then her husband’s penis, no, two inches, three inches, twice Nathan’s size and the head hadn’t even appeared. “Oh my god!” she gasped as the swollen thick crown of his cock appeared. The hem of his shorts cleared his cock and the foot-long monster shot upwards to bob and weave directly in front of Kat’s face. Without thinking she reached out and grabbed the thick shaft to steady it. “That’s the biggest cock I ever seen!”

“Makes hubby look like a little boy I bet.”

“Sure does,” gasped Kat in disbelief feeling guilty for answering him. Kat pulled back suddenly.
“Was that a car?”

Herc glanced out the window. “Nope. He ain’t home yet, girl.”

“Damn,” she muttered, watching her hand glide up and down the giant black cock. Damn him, she thought. Why couldn’t Nathan have had a cock as big as this nigger? Well not that big, no woman could handle something like what she was holding. The damn thing was hypnotizing her. She no longer trusted herself around it. Why couldn’t Nathan come home and rescue her? Her mind ran through the list of drunks he’d taken home. Let’s see, there was Tom Harper, the Martins, and Bill Barnes. Good god! Nathan would be at least another ninety minutes.

“Stroke it, baby,” said Herc.

Jesus! She was stroking it! Her hand had started moving faster. Her fingers were sticky too. The big plum sized end of his cock was leaking large amounts of seminal fluid. He needed to leave. He needed to go. You need to go, she thought looking up from the big cock and into Hercules West’s brooding black eyes. “You need to cum,” she said.

“Ya got that right,” he told her. “Try using your mouth.” Hercules cupped the back of her head with one massive black palm and pulled her head into his cock.

“What! No… I can’t,” she complained as the huge black cock head smacked her under the nose. Kat moved her lips up and let her tongue slide along the smooth round surface at the tip of his cock. She tasted his precum on her tongue. The hand still stroking his cock, pulled the mighty shaft down an inch as she opened her mouth wide and let the big head slip between her lips. A loud lustful moan grew in the back of her throat as she sucked on the tip of Hercules West’s cock. Her tongue was going crazy, circling around the bulbous cock head. She pushed down taking another inch of cock in her mouth.

“Girl, you is loving your first taste of dark meat.”

Kat nodded her head and swallowed another inch. His cock head was in her throat now, stretching her throat out. She wanted to gag, but she fought it. Katherine Cox Jones had never been one for blow jobs. They were nasty and disgusting. Kat refused to swallow and didn’t like the taste. She’s sucked off one boy in high school before she had been willing to give up her pussy and she had sucked Nathan off twice when they were dating, once on his 21st birthday and her last time had been four years ago on his 30th birthday.  Never had she enjoyed it or gotten into it like she was with the black man. Would a nigger’s seed taste different? Would there be a lot of it? Probably, his balls were sized to go with his cock. Kat brought her hand up to cup and knead his bulging scrotum. Hercules moaned and she bobbed her head faster. His balls were heavy in her hand. It was like holding two small oranges too big for one hand. She would have needed both hands to hold his scrotum properly, one for each nut.

Kat pushed down, feeling his huge cock slide deeper down her throat. Up and down, up and down, the thick cock head moved through her throat. Kat coughed with the giant black cock in her throat. She fought not to gag. It was harder than the last time. The black monster seemed to
be getting even bigger. Obviously, her husband was nowhere near this big, but neither had Nathan ever been close to this erect before even as a young man and since turning thirty his erections were always a little floppy. Hercules’ cock was getting bigger and harder and just when she thought it was stretching her throat out to its limit, the mighty cock suddenly spasmed and the sperm filled balls in her hand bucked like oversize Mexican jumping beans.

Herc was cumming! Kat hadn’t wanted to swallow a black man’s seed, but already, it felt like her belly had filled with his cum. She pulled her head back, but Herc was bucking his hips, thrusting his cock up and down her throat. She released his ball sack and used both hands to push back on his hips. Finally, the wildly jerking cock exited her throat, her mouth immediately filling up with his semen. Any thought of spitting out Herc’s semen fled her mind the second she tasted it. His cum was delicious! It filled her mouth until her cheeks bulged out and Kat willingly gulped it down to make room for more of the rich seed. Instead of spitting a teaspoon full of semen out into a Kleenex like she did with Nathan, she was rapidly using both her hands to jerk off the huge shaft, trying to milk every last drop of his sperm into her mouth. Kat drained the huge cock dry.

Kat finally pulled back and let the big cock head slip from her mouth. “What just happened?” she asked, staring hypnotically at the still erect black cock. Her hands continued stroking it. A final white pearl of sperm appeared in the urethra. She leaned forward and lapped it off with her tongue.

“Girl you went cock crazy,” laughed Herc, breathing heavily as he recovered from his strong orgasm. “Crazy from yo first taste of black cock.”

“Oh my god!” Kat gasped in horror and released the cock in her hand. “JESUS! I just sucked off a NIGGER!”

“Watch it,” growled Hercules West. “And you loved every minute of it, every inch of this here nigger cock and every drop of this here nigger’s cum.”

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Kat reared back from the foot-long black cock. “Oh my god! I can’t… This didn’t… What the? Fuck! Fuck!

“Yeah baby, we’ll fuck,” said Herc, reaching down to pull Kat to her feet. Her eyes were wide open in shock and she looked dazed. “Why don’t you get up on this table?”

Kat felt herself being led a few steps away to her kitchen table. The young black man towered over her as he placed his hands on her hips and lifted her up onto the table. “Dreaming?” she mumbled, recalling her dream of the previous week when a hugely hung dark man had fucked her on the same table. The only thing different was that her dream lover had a beard and Herc was smoothly shaven.

Herc pushed her back on the table and undid the buttons on her shorts. “Yeah baby, this is a dream come true,” he said, tugging her shorts down. He pulled the shorts off over her sneakers, but left her shoes on, too eager to get started to strip her entirely. The shirt had to come off
though. Herc stepped between her legs and grabbed her still bared breasts, squeezing them and teasing her nipples before reaching out to the sides and pulling her top off over her head.

Kat looked down between their bodies. Hercules’ monster cock hadn’t shrunken an inch after cumming. The foot-long black cock was bobbing above her crotch and belly alternating between rearing upwards and resting against her pale white skin. He squeezed her breasts again, this time hunching over and taking one nipple between his thick dark lips. Kat groaned and pulled his head tight against her breast. Never particularly sensitive, her nipples were sending spasms of pleasure straight down to her pussy. Each time his tongue flickered over the hard-pink nub of her nipple, she felt a fresh wave of lubrication leak out of her pussy and run down the crack of her ass.  She’d never felt so alive.

“Ready baby?” asked Herc, standing up and stepping back so that he could line his dark plumsized cock head up with her hungry pussy.

“Can’t,” she said, sobering up to what was about to happen. “I’m married.” Kat looked down at the black cock bigger than a baby’s arm. “Plus, there’s no way I could take that thing.”

“You’d be amazed at what your tight little pussy can take.”

“We can’t fuck,” said Kat firmly, her mind wondering how many inches of that monster she could have taken inside her. Just the head would have stretched her out more than she was used to. “My husband will be home soon.”

For a second, Herc looked angry and pissed like he might take Kat anyway against her will. His features softened and a smile spread across his face. “Well, ya gots to let me repay you at least.” His muscular torso lowered itself as he stooped and then kneeled at the foot of the table. Kat felt hands on her ankles, pulling, and then she slid forward and inch or two so that her crotch was sitting right on the edge of the table. His hot breath hit her soaking labia and her entire body suddenly trembled.

“Not necessary,” she said, softly. “I don’t think this is such a good idea.” and then his large flat tongue was pressing against her anus, only to slide upward, reaching her labia and then flickering over her clit. “Don’t! I mean… oh god. YES!” Kat writhed on the table, her hips lifting into his tongue. His tongue wormed its way into her pussy, in and out, in and out, only to slide back down to her rectum and disgusting as that sounded, it too felt good. His mouth pressed down hard against the top of her pussy and sucked her clit between his lips, tongue flickering over her large distended clit. “JESUS! Gonna… gonna…” Kat’s body trembled as her orgasm approached. She tensed up and then… Herc pulled back and kissed her inner thigh. What might have been the biggest orgasm of her life faded, her pending scream of pleasure turning to a whimper of frustration. Then his mouth and tongue were back and she felt the orgasm building again. She whined and whimpered, groaning with pleasure. Her hands gripped the ends of the table, her muscles tensing. “Aargh!” she groaned as he stopped again. “Please?” she begged, needing to cum. At that point she didn’t care if Nathan walked in on her or not. Either Hercules was too inexperienced or he knew exactly what he was doing and was getting back at her for not letting him fuck her.
 His tongue returned, wriggling inside her. He stuck it out, holding it still, his body frozen. Kat’s body did the rest, her hips rising and falling as she desperately humped the rigid tongue. It felt great, but wasn’t enough to get her off. Then the married white wife felt one strong black hand sliding up her hip. Over her undulating belly and then it was on her breast, squeezing, pinching and tugging on her nipples. Kat moaned with pleasure as the impending orgasm returned. Herc sucked her clit again. This time something else pushed into her needy pussy. Two black fingers thrust forward deep inside her. Combined they were larger then Nathan’s penis and they did the trick. This time Kat did scream out her pleasure as her orgasm finally burst from her body, her juices soaked his hand as she came all over his fingers and mouth. Her vision filled with stars and then everything went black.

Kat slowly came to her senses, her eyes closed, a satisfied smile across her lips. Her ears were ringing. She slowly opened her eyes, the overhead light appearing as a sun-like glow before it came into focus. Her entire body still felt alive, every nerve ending tingling with electricity. She stretched out on the hard surface of her table, slowly becoming aware that the pleasure wasn’t over, nor had her hips stopped moving. He was still in her pussy, only this time it didn’t feel like fingers or a tongue and Herc’s strong hands were gripping her ankles, holding her legs spread open. BEEP. Kat slowly lifted her head, looking between the valley of her large breasts and across the fit, flat plain of her belly, over the tightly shaved blond hairs of her bush and at the nearly foot long thick shaft of black cock sticking out of her pussy. The only thing missing was his huge cock head. “WOW!” she cried at the sight and pleasure she felt from just having the plum sized tip of his cock in her. Her hips were rising up into it and moving in little circles, but Herc wasn’t pushing any more inside her. BEEP.

“You like that baby? Feels good, does it? How about I push another couple inches into ya?” Herc pushed his hips forward and his cock head pushed deeper. “I knew you’d like that,” he said in response to her loud moan. “Ya gots to let me fuck you, baby. Your white pussy feels so good around this big black nigger cock, so snug and tight.” He pushed another inch in and Kat felt she might actually cum again right then and there. “Yo pussys on fire around my cock. Come on baby, let’s fuck.”

BEEP. “But I’m married,” groaned Kat. “Nathan will be home any second.”

Hercules released her ankles, her legs immediately closing to wrap around his hips. “Is it cause you’re married or cause you’re afraid of getting caught?” He pulled the five or six inches of cock meat out of her pussy until the flared ridge of his cock head spread her pussy lips open and then he pushed it in again.

“Both,” she replied, knowing she was lying.

“Bull shit! You’re loving your first taste of a real man’s cock. You think my fingers made you cum good. Just think what getting fucked by a big nigger cock can do? Come on you know you want it?” BEEP.

“Jesus,” groaned Kat, her hips lifting up into his cock as he withdrew and thrust it forwards
again. He was as deep as her husband had ever been or would ever go and it was only half Hercules’s cock. “We gotta stop,” she moaned without conviction.

“Say it bitch,” he growled. Hercules was getting meaner, probably because she was thwarting his wishes. “Say you’d fuck me if you weren’t afraid of hubby coming home.”

“Alright, alright,” cried Kat. “I’d fuck you, but you need to get dressed. Nathan will be home any minute.”

Hercules stood up straight and started slowly withdrawing the six inches of cock in her pussy. Kat whimpered not wanting him to pull it out. She felt empty inside as inch after inch of thick nigger cock exited her tight pussy. Her legs tightened around his hips, not wanting him to pull it all the way out. Herc was too strong for her. His cock head cleared her pussy, the mighty shaft rearing up, the top half shining in the light from her pussy juices. He stepped away from the table. Kat didn’t know whether she should be relieved or disappointed. She was mostly disappointed.

Herc grinned down at her nearly completely nude body. BEEP. He walked over towards the phone hanging on the wall. The answering machine light was flickering. She’d been aware of the annoying beep, but hadn’t paid much attention to it. The nude black man pressed the button on the machine and walked back towards her.

“You have one new message,” said the machine.

Her husband’s voice came out from the machine. “Hi honey,” said Nathan. “I got good news and bad news.” Kat realized that the ringing in her ears after her orgasm must have been the phone ringing. “Um, I got stopped again.” Kat’s stomach sank. Another DUI and Nathan might lose his job. “But the good news is that it was Peter that stopped me.” Kat sighed with relief. Peter was the sheriff and a friend. If it had been a state cop, Nathan would have been in trouble. “Pete’s making me sleep it off in a cell tonight and you can come get me in the morning when the police department opens at 9:00. Sorry, I love you and it won’t happen again.” The message ended with a click and a last BEEP.

“End of new messages,” said the machine.

Kat sat up on the edge of the table. Hercules stepped up to her, a grin spread across his face. He was holding the base of his still rampant cock. He’d tricked her and he looked triumphant and cocky. She blocked her pussy with her hand and the cocky grin dropped from his face. She reached out and grabbed the end of his huge shaft, letting her hand stoke it a few times. Kat spread her legs and pulled his cock over towards her pussy. She looked into his eyes as his bulbous cock head pushed inside her once again. His cocky grin was returning. “Alright nigger,” she said, “Lets fuck.”

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Kat sat up on the edge of her kitchen table and felt Hercules mighty cock thrusting back and
forth through her fist. She bent the hard shaft down and guided it into her pussy. She whimpered in awe as the big black cock head speared between her pussy lips and pushed back inside her. He fucked her with just the head for a few thrusts. Kat didn’t want to let go of the hot throbbing shaft. It fascinated her as it slid between her fist. Finally, she laid back down on her table and just stared up at the overhead light as Herc worked his foot-long black cock deeper into her pussy.

Hercules’ cock slid as deep as it had been before. He seemed eager to bury his cock inside her. Kat’s moans turned to grunts as the plum sized cock head rammed its way deeper and deeper inside her. Her hands gripped the sides of the table, knuckles turning white as the cock pushed deeper still. Sweat broke out on Kat’s forehead from the strain. “OH! GOD! You’re… you’re really… opening me up,” she gasped.

“Shit girl,” cursed Hercules West with a broad grin on his face. “I’m resizing that white pussy of yours. Claiming it for the black man.”

“No,” she squealed in protest and Herc just laughed in response. His cock head plowed its way deeper and Kat began to believe him. She’d never feel her husband inside her again. She feared she’d always crave something longer, something thicker, something bigger... blacker. She winced with pain and her body tried to jerk away from his cock as his cock head banged on her cervix. Kat leaned up enough to look down between her breasts. There was still an inch or two of thick black shaft sticking out from her pussy. She hadn’t quite taken it all.

“Just relax and let your pussy resize itself,” he said.

Kat flashed him a dirty look and then stared back up at the ceiling. Her insides hugged and conformed itself to the thick shaft penetrating her. She could feel it’s heat, it’s pulse or was that her pulse? The two pulses seemed linked. Herc wasn’t fucking her with his cock, just holding it buried, the urethra pressed hard against her cervix. His cock was jerking every five seconds or so. It was spitting it’s precum, coating her cervix with the viscous liquid. Her cervix relaxed and softened. Then it slowly began to open for the cock head pressing so hard against it. Hercules buried the remaining inch of his cock inside her.

Kat laid flat on the table and stared at the ceiling. She felt stuffed, bloated. There was no pleasure having him stuffed inside her, though the little pain she had felt was fading. She began to have some regrets. A tear formed in her eye as she thought of her poor husband, sitting alone in a jail cell while she cheated with another man, a black man no less. She was a sinner, the whore of Babylon. Her pussy spasmed around the massive black cock stuffing it. Her juices were rapidly lubricating the shaft to the point where fluid was dripping from their conjoined crotches to soak Hercules’ heavy balls. She should stop this. Stop this sin before it went further. Hercules’ cock jerked in her pussy as he flexed his powerful muscle. Kat gasped as pleasure rocked her body. “No!” she muttered in denial at how good it felt. He jerked his cock again and her crotch leaped up off the table. “No,” she whispered looking at the smirking black man. Their eyes met and he jerked his cock again. Kat came hard all over his bucking cock. All thoughts of her husband, all thoughts that this was wrong disappeared from her mind as he began moving his cock.

At first, the flared head of his cock caught inside her cervix as he tried to remove his shaft from
her womb, but then it pulled though and pushed back in. Her body accepted his size, growing used to having a foot-long cock fucking it. Herc teased her with his cock. He’d pull most of it out, then slowly bury it. He pulled back until his cock head pulled free between her swollen labia. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her swollen pussy lips. She bucked her hips, trying to get the head back inside her. “Put it back in,” she moaned.

“Beg for it bitch,” growled Hercules.

“Please! Please, put it back in,” cried Kat, whimpering with desperation for his cock. “Please, I need it.”

“Need what?”

“Your CAAWK,” she cried. Kat could feel the bulbous head pressing hard against her pussy lips. Her knuckles were white where they gripped the sides of the table. She pulled on the table, sliding herself into his cock enough that half the knobby head entered her pussy. Kat moaned with relief then whimpered as Hercules pulled it back out. Why wasn’t he fucking her? Kat whined in frustration before screaming. “I need your black cock. Please fuck me with your big black cock.” The orgasm exploded from her body as Hercules’ shaft buried itself in her womb.

Hercules pulled back again until his cock almost cleared her pussy opening. He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs. “Time dat white pussy got some serious fucking,” he growled.

“Yes,” moaned Kat, writhing on the table. Hercules slammed his cock forward again. “Fuck me, fuck me, give me that big nigger cock.” The big black man was pistoning his hips, slowly at first, picking up speed. Kat couldn’t believe the pleasure it was giving her nor the way she was reacting to it. She never talked like this in bed, rarely cursed at all, yet the words flowed from her mouth. “Fuck my slut pussy. Give me that big nigger cock.” Any further words choked in her throat as the orgasms started cumming. Every fifth stroke or so and she was orgasming again. Her belly was undulating as her hips bounced up off the table into his thrusts. No woman had ever been fucked so good. How could she have cum so many times? How could he last so long at so fast a pace without cumming? Without cumming? SHIT! “Aaah! Don’T… OOOH!… Cum…ah ah ah oh god…in me.”

“What you saying, slut?”

Kat couldn’t quit moaning or gasping for air long enough to form a sentence. She burst it out. “Don’tcuminme.”

“Don’t cum in you? You don’t want me to nut yo pussy?”

“NO! Fert-aaaah-ility pills. Can’tgetpregnant.”

Herc slammed his cock in and out of her pussy a half dozen more times before saying, “Too late.” He buried his cock and blasted the first load into her womb.

“NO!” screamed Kat sitting up some as she felt his cock start jerking. There was a look of abject horror on her face, but as his sperm quickly filled her womb, the look of horror turned to one of awe. It felt like someone had stuck a hose in her pussy and turned the water up high. It resulted in her biggest orgasm yet. Her hands fumbled upwards, grabbing Hercules and pulling him down on top off her, their lips met as he continued cumming inside her pussy. His pumping cock had her cumming again and it was even bigger then the previous one. She felt her pussy contracting all around the spurting cock, milking it for every last drop of sperm.  Katherine Cox Jones couldn’t take the pleasure any more and she broke their kiss, collapsing on the table.

Kat couldn’t have passed out long for his semi-hard black cock was still inside her as she came to her senses. “Sorry, I guess I was a little excited,” apologized the black man.

“You shouldn’t have cum inside me,” she moaned with fright. “I might get pregnant.”

“Fuck that,” grunted Hercules. “Not my problem. I was apologizing for cumming so soon. I hope I knocked ya up. Give ya a little black bundle of joy to remember me by.”

“Asshole,” she snapped. “Get that thing out of me,” she told him. Kat looked up at the clock. What did he mean, apologizing for cumming too soon? He had to have fucked her for a good forty minutes. Herc yanked his cock out. Once uncorked, her pussy turned into a veritable Niagara Falls as his voluminous seed spilled from her pussy.  Kat sat up and on the edge of her table looking down between her legs. The cum leaking from her was fluid, sticky, no longer white, and for a moment she feared she might have emptied her bladder while she was passed out, but no it was all his sperm. His semen had completely liquefied as it pooled on her floor and she wondered exactly how long she had been passed out. She looked up from the pool of sperm to his magnificent cock, still long and plump and dangling down between his legs. Under her gaze, it suddenly rose an inch. “You should leave,” she told his cock… she told him.

Hercules stooped and moved one strong arm under her knees. “Why Mrs. Jones,” he said, lifting her off the table. “Hubby ain’t coming home and we got all night.” He carried her towards the stairs and started climbing them. “I can nut ya a couple more times in your marital bed.” Hercules leaned down to kiss her as he climbed the stairs and she kissed him back.

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“FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG BLACK COCK!” screamed Jenny slamming her pussy down into Coach Black’s shaft.

“Fuck me with that big nigger cock,” screamed Kitty’s voice from a few rooms down, her screams were fainter from the distance.

“NOBODY’S GOT A BIGGER COCK THEN YOU, COACH,” cried Jenny, banging her hands down on the wall before grabbing her headboard.

“Samson West, you have the best cock in the world,” echoed Kitty.

Beneath Jenny’s wildly bouncing body, Coach Black grinned as he laid in Harold Summer’s rightful place in Harold's marital bed, in Harold’s house, fucking Harold’s wife. Her big tits were slapping his face and he eagerly latched his mouth onto the nipple capping one of Jenny’s magnificent breasts. “CUMMING!!!” screamed his lover at the top of her voice.

“I’m cumming for you, my big black stud,” screamed Kitty, her voice faint to Black and Jenny’s ears.

The Coach grinned around Jenny’s nipple. He wondered if Samson was enjoying this as much as he. The two Summer’s women were competing with each other, both crying out the superiority of their lovers, both trying to out orgasm the other.

“Now take my white ass, Samson.”

“I WANT YOUR BIG BLACK COCK UP MY ASS COACH,” screamed Jenny louder then she needed to. She leaped off and assumed the position, burying her head in her pillow.

Well, you don’t have to ask me twice, thought Black, kneeling behind her. He lined his foot-long cock up with her tight little sphincter. He suddenly grinned. “READY FOR SOME BLACK COCK UP THAT WHITE ASS, WHORE,” he yelled towards Kitty's room.

“I’m a gonna fuck that tight ass of yours slut,” repeated Samson’s voice from down the hall.

Black laughed. Sure enough, his star player was enjoying this as much as he was.

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Meanwhile, Candy’s other daughter was busy as well. “Fuckme fuckme fuckme fuckme fuckme fuckme fuckme,” she repeated over and over again. Kat’s face was buried in her pillows as Hercules took her from behind on her marital bed. She’d already cum twice more and she could feel his cock swelling. “Please,” she cried, her voice muffled by the pillow. “Don’t cum in me again. Too risky.”

“Gonna cum in you, slut,” growled Hercules. He wanted nothing more than to bust another nut in the married bitch’s tight white pussy, but he knew an opportunity when he saw it. “But if ya doesn’t want me cumming in yo pussy…” He pulled his cock out and quickly raised it up to the tight little rosebud of her sphincter.

“Whatthefuck?” whispered a surprised Kat as she felt the huge tip of Hercules’ cock, pressing hard against her virgin ass. He was pressing hard against it and her ass was opening for him. Kat sat up to stop him, but ended up pushing her ass back into his cock. It felt like he had shoved a golf ball in her ass as the tip of his cock shot forward. “Aaargh!” she cried in pain.

“Relax,” said Herc soothingly while grabbing her hips to hold her still. Kat struggled a little, but eventually calmed down and quit struggling.
 “Holy crap,” cried Kat, feeling her ass opening up for the huge shaft. He pushed it a little deeper. It still hurt, but it was only from the initial pain. The pain was just taking a while to fade, but it was fading. Once her rectum was open, the going was easier. Herc was working his cock around in her ass. He pulled back so that the flare on his helmeted cock head almost exited her sphincter, but then he pushed his cock back deep. With each thrust, his cock went deeper, forcing its way into her bowels. After the initial pain, Kat just felt overstretched and stuffed like she needed to go poop. She wasn’t aware at what point it started feeling good. Her body had started pushing back against the strong black man every time he was forcing his cock in deeper. “Ohmygod,” she moaned.

“That’s what I’m talkin about,” laughed Herc. “Slut’s starting to like it.”

Kat wasn't a slut, but she was starting to like it. She was being sodomized by a hung black man and she was enjoying it. “So wrong,” she moaned, lifting her head off the pillows and getting on all fours so that she could push back into Herc’s cock with more force. “Oh god, I love it,” she mumbled. “Fuck it.”

“Fuck what?”

Shit! Kat had hoped her hadn’t heard her. “Nothing,” she said.

“Say it, bitch. You said, Fuck it.”

“I want you to fuck it.” Tears started rolling down Kat’s face from shame. Who was this woman letting some nigger fuck her ass? What kind of woman enjoyed having her butt stuffed with an oversize nigger cock?

“Say it, bitch,” he growled, spanking her ass with a loud SLAP. “And don’t make me repeat myself again.”

“I want you to fuck it,” she said again, this time louder so that he could hear.

“Fuck what?” SLAP! He struck her ass cheek hard again.

“MY ASS! FUCK MY ASS! I want you to fuck my ass with your big black cock. Fuck my white ass. Fuck my white slut ass, nigger” she cried, the words flowing from her mouth.

Hercules laughed in triumph. He stopped for a second, grabbing her hips. Then he started pounding her hard. His well lubricated cock was now sliding through her ass as quickly as if it were a wet pussy. “Fucking tight,” he growled. “Gonna cum soon.”

“Yes, cum in white ass,” she whimpered. Kat’s pussy was dripping with need for his cock. In desperation she held herself up with one hand while the other worked its way under her body. She felt her own heat as her fingers entered her wet pussy. That was all it took for her to cum again. “CCUUMMIINNGG!!” she screamed in pleasure.
 “Cumming!” bellowed the big black man. His hot seed hosed the depth of her bowels. Her ass filled with his cum. He worked his cock a bit as he ejaculated then Herc pulled back until just the head of his cock was through her anus. He jerked the shaft off his cock, draining every last drop of his seed inside her ass.

Kat yelped slightly as the black golf ball exited her ass. A steady stream of sperm started running down to her labia until it dripped off her clit. The stream grew into a torrent as his semen welled up in her ass and leaked out of her, but Kat didn’t have the strength to get off the bed. She heard a strong stream of piss striking the water in the toilet in the master bath, then sounds of washing hands. Hercules returned to the bedroom. She managed to look over at him. He was smirking arrogantly. His big banana cock was swinging freely between his legs, glistening in the light. He had washed it and it was the most beautiful sight she'd ever seen. Hercules spanked her ass again, but this time it was more playfully. “Go get cleaned up,” he ordered her.

Kat groaned, but managed to roll off her marital bed. Her ass squished as she made her way to the toilet, frowning when she saw the yellow urine filling the bowl. He hadn’t flushed. Nor had he lifted the lid for drops of urine covered her toilet seat. She wiped it down and then sat on her toilet. His sperm quickly began leaking from her ass as she peed which also pushed the sperm in her pussy out from earlier. Kat glanced over at the sink and saw her favorite washcloth wadded up on the edge. It was wet and had brown stains on it from where he’d used it to clean his cock off. Disgusting, but she knew she’d want a big cock up her ass again and it had prevented another seeding of her fertile womb.

When Kat returned to her bedroom, Hercules West was gently snoring on her husband’s side of the bed. His head resting on her husband’s pillow. She turned the lights off, lifted the covers and climbed in beside the black man. Herc grunted in his sleep, his muscular arm reached over her, hand coming to rest on her big breast possessively. He pulled her soft white body into his hard black one until his plump cock rested against her ass cheeks.

It felt so natural that Kat quickly fell asleep, nestled in the arms of her black lover.