8 One Hot Grandma Rediscovers Big Black Cock

The Coxville Curse Saga
Copyright 2017 by Stormbringer
Based upon comics by The Pit and Stormbringer. Pit drew one pinup of a sexy Candy Cox. Principal Long appears in the “Two Hot Blondes Hunt for Big Black Cocks” comic.

The Coxville Curse Part 2: Chapter 8: One Hot Grandma Rediscovers Big Black Cock

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October 10, 2009: Saturday evening, after the Jones' family barbecue.

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They hadn’t driven a mile before Candy started wishing she’d changed out of the cheerleading uniform. Willie Long’s eyes kept roaming over to his passenger. Candy gulped nervously and found herself blushing a little. Her oversize breasts confined by a skimpy modern era cheerleading top left a lot of cleavage on display for the old black man. Plus, his eyes kept roving down to her legs. They were some of her best features. She walked daily and except for some slight fat in the thighs and some varicose veins now hidden by her summer tan, her legs would have looked good on a thirty-year-old. Her bare stomach embarrassed her some. Sitting in the car produced some rolls on her tummy. Standing, her stomach was sexier, curvy, with a slight abdominal bulge. For some reason, she tried to hold her stomach in as if she wanted to look good for the old man.

Candy did something out of character. Her eyes glanced over to Long’s crotch. Yes, there was a bulge, but not as impressive as she remembered. Wait! Her eyes traveled down his left pant leg and the giant tube that ended near his knee. That time she’d held it… let’s see, it was 1972. She remembered his big black snake had been well past a foot, fifteen inches maybe, possibly as big as eighteen. She hadn’t believed her own memory, surely over the 37 years since she’d seen it, the immense size of the thing had grown in her mind? Now, staring at the huge bulge under his trousers, she no longer doubted her memory.

Candy wondered how Long’s wife had ever taken a penis (or cock as he called it) that big? No woman could take that entire thing. Which way would be the most comfortable? If his late wife mounted him, then I could control the depth of penetration. Maybe if Long got on top of me… her, he would be in control and that would be best or doggy, just let him slam his black cock into me from behind. Which way?

“Which way?” asked Long.

Candy shook her head to clear the cobwebs. “Excuse me?”

“Which way to your house?”

“Sorry, I live in Limburg.”
 “Ah, the Dutch enclave. Your maiden name was Dutch, Lovegood right?”

“Liedhood, Candace Greta Leidhood, thank you very much. Sold Jenny my house and moved into my parent’s old place.”

“I know you’re a Cox by marriage, but you sure got the look, Candace.”

“You know the family trees around here, Principal Long. They don’t branch much. I’ve got five Cox’s in my ancestry and three of them are the same man, Franklin, Phineas’ younger brother. That’s how the farm families worked. One family’s children married the nearest family’s children.”

“I know it. I’m a bit of a Coxville County historian. The Leidhoods were one of the first Dutch settlers to arrive, along with Van Buskirks, de Grafs, and de Haans.”

“You know your stuff,” replied Candy.

“Limburg was a cooperative farming community. Prosperous, until the yanks burnt the fields and barns when they left Cox plantation. Now it’s just some old farmhouses.”

“Now you’re just showing off.”

“Maybe. I’m trying to impress you,” said Long and his tone wasn’t teasing. Candy blushed again. “That route will be taking us pretty close to Lake Cox.”

“Oh god,” moaned Candy. “I was hoping you didn’t remember.”

“How could I forget? Our encounter was one of the few good memories I have of my youth. I think about it all the time. You?”

“Once in a while,” Candy lied.

“We could swing down to make out point, if you’d like?”

Candy laughed nervously. Damn the niggers in this town were getting uppity! Candy suddenly jumped, her body pulled back by her seat belt. Willie had placed his black hand on her knee. She calmly reached down and removed it. “Just take me home,” she told him.

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November 1972, election day.

Candy Liedhood was smiling as she walked down main street in Coxville. The South was enjoying a rather hot Indian summer that was allowing her to wear her favorite skimpier outfits. Today Candy was wearing a tan bikini top with a rhinestone peace symbol on the right cup of her
bikini. She had on an open brown half vest over the top with leather bits hanging from it resembling a cowboy or Indian top. Her bottom was covered by a pink miniskirt that showed off her long luscious legs up to her brown boots that had the same leather bits hanging from them that her vest had. Big sunglasses dominated the top of her face. Her parents refused to let her wear clothing that showed off so much skin and they disapproved of the Hippie look, but since she’d turned eighteen this summer, she was wearing whatever the hell she wanted. Plus, her boyfriend, Marvin sure loved to see her bare sexy belly and when she’d switched from a one piece to a bikini this year for hitting the beach at Lake Cox, Marvin had been walking around with an erection all summer. Candy was still a virgin, but had helped Marvin get off with her hand on a few occasions.

Of course, it wasn’t just Marvin that liked checking her out. No man was capable of ignoring her, the strongest willed might sneak a peek while the blatant ones, stared and winked or hit on her. Walking down main street was no exception. Male classmates from her graduating class saw her or whistled at her outfit, their fathers did double takes when they saw her. Old timers gave her disapproving looks, but they still stared. Flattering, considering the large number of attractive women that lived in this county. The sheriff saw her, eyes sweeping up and down her body, then he caught her eye and nodded a greeting. He turned his attention back to city hall where a crowd was gathered around the oak tree.

At first, Candy just thought the line for voting was huge. Half her senior class was here after all, this being the first presidential election where eighteen-year old’s could vote. Then Candy noticed a black man was swinging from the old oak tree or more specifically doing pull ups. The man jumped down, leaned down and picked up a Vote McGovern sign. There were boos and catcalls from the crowd. “That’s why niggers shouldn’t be allowed to vote,” yelled an anonymous voice from the crowd. Next to Candy, the sheriff chuckled. The black man was scary looking. He wore green camouflage fatigues, a white tank top with a black fist in the center and a black beret. He wasn’t massively built, but every muscle on his wiry body was well defined. Under the beret, his head appeared shaved military style and his face sported a dark black long, droopy mustache. He appeared to be about ten years older than her.

Candy wasn’t sure where to go, but she saw a line of people standing at the entrance to city hall and headed that way to join them. She didn’t quite understand the abject racism in this town. As of last year, blacks had been integrated into Coxville High from Freetown or as blacks called it “The Westside” or as older white folks called it, “Niggertown”. They weren’t so bad. The blacks kept to themselves mostly, sitting together in class or at lunch. Most seemed eager to learn and one, Wilbur West joined the football team and won the Cocks a few games, then he joined the basketball team, and then the baseball team. A few of her white classmates grudgingly began to show this super athlete their respect. Candy hadn’t spoken to any blacks, but for a few words to a couple of the girl classmates. They seemed nice enough.

As Candy walked towards the voting line, she met the gaze of the black man. She flashed him the peace sign, a secret symbol that she too planned on voting McGovern. The black man nodded and then like all men, his eyes roamed down to her DD bosom and then to her sexy flat belly and finally to her bare legs. Candy gasped at his boldness. He walked towards her and she started to tremble, but all he did was get in line behind her. The line moved forwards. Nearby was a small
table for the Democrats and a few supporters including another black man. The Republican table was bigger and had a lot more citizens standing around it. This was a Nixon county. There was even a buxom black woman passing out Nixon fliers. They were the only three black people in sight.

Candy moved into city hall as the line moved towards the voting booths. Seniors manned the tables leading up to the voting booths. They stared disapprovingly at her outfit. Finally, it was time to enter her booth and vote for the first time. A friend of her fathers was manning the booth and showed her how to vote before leaving her alone behind the curtain. Candy looked down the list of names, pressed the button for Mcgovern. Councilman Smith was running for Mayor and her parents were active supporters, but she voted against the old bigot. Candy ran down the list of other candidates, made her choices, and proudly left the voting booth, running right into the militant black man or more specifically his hands.

The black man had been arguing with a poll worker about something and had his hands up before his chest as he gestured. Candy had exited the booth so quickly, she’d run right into him. Her breasts pushed hard against his palms and his hands inadvertently squeezed them hard enough that her tit flesh pushed out between his fingers. Her eyes widened in fright and looked deep into his dark ones. He looked just as shocked as she did. She heard gasps from the crowd around her. It felt like minutes, but was probably only a few seconds before he withdrew his hands just as she took a step backwards from him.

“That nigger just grabbed the Leidhood girl’s breasts!” gasped someone in the crowd.

“Oh my god,” moaned Candy, turning to flee. “I’m so embarrassed.” Candy raced for the door.

“Someone get the sheriff.”

“Sorry Miss,” yelled the black man as Candy disappeared outside.

“Get your black ass over here, nigger,” growled the poll worker friend of Candy’s parents. He placed one hand on Willy’s shoulder and pulled roughly.

Willy Long had been back from Vietnam for less than a year. His marine combat training took over and with one swift maneuver, his arms were around the poll worker’s neck, pulling the man forward as he somersaulted and landed hard on his back. The stunned man stared upwards at the roof in surprise.

Candy ran for her car, people shouting for the sheriff behind her. The sheriff was walking, then jogging, then running towards the polling place. A crowd was gathering behind her. Candy had never been so embarrassed in her life. Some of her friends had seen her! From here on out, she’d be the white girl that got felt up by the black man in city hall. By the time Candy made it to her parent’s Chevy a block away, she could hear a much louder commotion behind her.

Candy pulled the car away from the curb and turned it toward city hall. The peaceful crowd had rapidly degenerated into a mob scene. The black man who’d been campaigning for McGovern
was crouched down holding his hands above his head defensively as three white men rained punches down on him. One of the men she recognized as her classmate, a boy she had dated twice as a freshman. Jesus, she wondered, did I cause this? Candy rapidly turned the car around the circle. The black woman that had been passing out Nixon fliers, burst out of a crowd. Her top had been ripped off, her large bared Cox County DD bosom heaved up and down as she ran for her life with a look of abject terror on her face. A crowd of angry whites pursued her and quickly brought her down. More blows fell.

Candy reached the stop sign, but was too scared to stop. She coasted through it and turned right. The black man who had touched her breasts appeared running down the sidewalk, pursued by the mob. He’d lost his beret and had a cut on his forehead, bleeding down on his face. A young white man caught up to the black man, but the black man swiftly spun around and brought the heel of his boot down hard on the white’s knee. The white man screamed in pain and fell. Without thinking, Candy yelled through the open window, “Get in.” The black man didn’t even stop to open the door. He jumped, his feet flying through the window and he smoothly slid into the seat next to her. Candy hit the gas and the car sped off, leaving the crazed mob and Coxville behind her.

“Thanks,” grunted the black man.

“Oh my god. This is horrible. What do we do? Did we cause this? It was an accident for Christ’s sake!”

“Relax girl. This ain’t the first angry mob this town has seen and it won’t be the last. Name’s Long, Willie Long by the way.”

“Candace Leidhood, but everyone calls me Candy.”

“Nice to meet you Candy. By any chance would you have some tissues?”

Candy glanced over at the blood trickling down Willie’s face. “In the glove box.”

Willie opened the glove box and removed a box of tissues, using them to wipe the blood off his face. “That thing work?” he asked, pointing at a CB, her dad had installed.

“I guess, I don’t use it,” she replied. “Where should we go anyway?”

“Head towards the lake. You can drop me off there.” Willie leaned down and turned on the CB, adjusting the station. “Breaker One nine, this is Long Dong, Black Mamba do you copy? Kielbasa you out there?”

“This is Black Mamba, I copy you Long Dong.” squelched a voice through the CB speaker.

“Got me into some trouble back at city hall. You monitoring Smokey?”

“Sure am Long Dong. Smokey has an APB out for ya, offensive touching, inciting a riot, assault
and battery, assaulting a police officer and I hope it was the sheriff.”

“It was,” said Willie into the microphone.

“Possible kidnapping too. Looking for a green Chevette, unknown driver and tags.”

“Looks like you’re safe girl,” said Willie to Candy, “But you better dump me somewhere soon.” Willie turned back to the microphone. “Thanks Mamba, Long Dong out.”

Candy took the turn towards Lake Cox and drove towards a semi-private parking area on the Lake. There were a few cars parked at the main parking area, a few near the playground with some families around the picnic area. There were a few trucks with trailers near the boat launch, but her parking area was empty. This section only filled up in the busiest of summer days and subsequently, the local teens called it make out point. She and Marvin Cox had used it a few times. She’d given him a hand job here three months ago at the end of August. That had been the last time she’d seen his penis as her will was starting to weaken and she wanted him inside her. She didn’t trust herself around it anymore as she was saving herself for marriage.

Long stepped out of the Chevy the moment she parked it. “Fuck this shit,” he growled, kicking a Budweiser can near her car. He walked over to the grassy zone that ringed the lake. It was freshly mowed and still bright green.

“What are you going to do?” asked Candy, following him out to the grass.

“Turn myself in,” said Willie.

“I’ll tell them this was an accident. After all, it is. This is all just a big mistake.”

Willie laughed. He was screwed and they both knew it. “Dozens of witnesses will say otherwise. “You need to keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, they’ll want to know why you’re defending an obviously guilty nigger.”

Candy sighed and looked down at her boots. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I wish there was something I could do.”

“Fuck,” he cried. “I’m looking at ten years here. Longer if you weren’t eighteen. You eighteen, right? You must be cause you voted.”

“Yeah, been eighteen since summer.”

“Good then. That’s should be a year for offensively touching you. It’d be five or more if you was underage. Let’s see, five for assaulting the sheriff, three for incitement…

“But you didn’t offensively touch me,” she cried, stomping her feet, petulantly. “This isn’t fair.”

“Life ain’t fair to a black man in the South, Miss.”
 “I wish there was something I could do.”

“There is,” said Willie, walking up to stand in front of Candy. She looked up at him, expectantly. “I’m going to do a year for offensively touching you, a crime I didn’t commit.”

“Yes?” she asked.

“Then I might as well commit the crime, right?”

“What?” asked Candy, confused.

“Let me feel you up,” stated Willie. He reached out and grabbed the hems of her vest and pushed it back over Candy’s shoulders, leaving her heaving bosom confined by only her bikini top.

“HOLD ON!” shouted Candy, stepping back from the black man. “There’s no way, that’s going to happen.” She was embarrassingly aware that her nipples were hardening, quite visible through the bikini top. They’d been partially erect since he’d accidentally grabbed her chest earlier.

“Did you hear me, bitch?” growled Long. “Do you know what prison is like? It’s gonna be ten years before I touch another woman. Ten years of my life gone because you threw them big ass titties in my hands and started a riot. Now if that ain’t worth letting me feel up them titties some, well fuck you, you racist bitch. This is as much your fault as mine and I’m the one gonna pay the price for…”

“Alright, you can do it,” mumbled Candy. No one had ever talked to her like that before. “But just for a few minutes and I’m not a racist, but I do have a boyfriend. You can touch my breasts, but that’s it. No more. Understand?”

Long nodded. “Fine, but they gotta be bared.” He reached out towards her neck.

Candy took a step back. “No! I’ll do it.” She reached up behind her neck, her fingers pinching the string holding her bikini up. She pulled it, loosening the knot. Candy put her arms down, willing herself to resist the urge to cover her breasts as the strings and then the top slid down her body. One cup caught on her right nipple before finally sliding down, exposing her nipples, the bikini top hanging upside down over her upper belly. Willie gasped, his eyes widening in awe. She would never have believed that the second man to see her exposed breasts would have been a black man, ten years her senior, but she liked his reaction just as she had enjoyed Marvin’s reaction the first time she had allowed him to see and touch them which was pretty much to cum in his pants much to his embarrassment.

“Wow!” said Willie. He couldn’t take his eyes off the twin mounds. He’d seen his share of black titties, half a dozen pairs maybe, and they were Coxville sized CC, DD, and even one EE. He’d seen a few yellow A and B cup titties on some Thai whores in Bangkok too. Nothing compared to Candy’s tits. The breast flesh was milky white, smooth and unblemished. Her areola were as big around as cans with long puffy fat nipples. And most fascinating of all, they were pink!
“Candy, you are magnificent,” he said, whistling approvingly.

“Thanks,” she said, blushing. Her nipples hardened some more under his approving gaze. She watched as he brought his right hand up, she held her breath in nervousness. His large black hand, his big coal black hand with its long fingers came up and over to her naked breast. He stopped about an inch away, his thumb and index finger coming almost together. The two fingers moved forwards and came together over her nipple. Now it was Candy’s turn to gasp. She felt like an electric charge of pleasure had just raced through her body at his touch. Her semi-erect nipple hardened completely between his fingers. Worse than her nipples reaction to his touch, her pussy started leaking. She could feel her pussy dripping into her panties.

“Fuck! These things are worth a year of my life,” grunted Long, bringing his other hand up to her remaining nipple.

Candy mewled a little, sucking her lower lip into her mouth to keep from moaning aloud. Her nipples had always been sensitive, but they were responding more strongly to Willie’s touch then they did to Marvin’s. He released her left nipple, his hand sliding along the side of her tit and around her back. She felt him tug at her remaining bikini string until it came undone and her top slid down her belly to fall to their feet in the grass. Candy couldn’t believe the size of her nipples. They’d been hard before, but now they were so swollen, not just the nipple, but her entire areola circle was puffed up to the point they protruded from her breast by nearly an inch. The black hand returned, this time sliding under her breast to heft them before moving up to squeeze and knead her big tits. Soon it returned to her nipple and another electric shudder made her knees feel weak.

Long stared at his hands on her breasts for a long time before moving his gaze up to her lovely face. She still had her big sunglasses on. He wanted to see her eyes. Willie released one of her breasts long enough to reach up to remove her sunglasses, tossing them off to the side. She blinked in the sunlight and then the most beautiful pair of bright blue eyes locked onto his dark brown eyes and they stared at each other.  Long kept his eyes locked on hers as he brought his face close to hers. He angled his head, lips parting…

As if in a trance, Candy parted her lips and angled her head. His mouth was close enough to hers that she could feel his hot breath on her lips when she came to her senses. Candy pulled her head back. “No kissing,” she said. “Ow!” she cried, her response irritating him to the point that he’d pinched her nipples. “You done yet?”

“Not quite,” said Willie. His hands slid down her sides to the skirt covering her hips. His strong muscles pulled her down. Candy stooped and then fell to her knees, lowering herself backwards onto the grass as the lanky black man straddled her crotch. He reached out and grabbed her tit again.

Candy found herself lying topless on her back in the grass. Her big bosom slid off to the sides. Willie was teasing one of her nipples again. His free hand was fumbling with his pants. “What are you doing?” she asked in alarm.

“Ever been titty fucked?” Long asked. “I didn’t think so,” he added when she shook her head no.

“Umm… Willie?” she asked, watching his hand slide into his trousers. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He seemed to be fumbling in his pants. She wondered if he were small and having trouble finding it. He pulled his hand back out, adjusted the angle and pushed his hand back in. This time he grasped something and seemed to struggle with it. Willie had to sit up a little and Candy could make out a large bulge shrinking up his pant leg. Willie sat back down and suddenly, SMACK! Candy almost screamed in terror. Her eyes were playing tricks on her. A black racer had just slithered up out of the grass and across her stomach, it’s evil serpentine head, hissing at her as it crawled between her breasts. The tongue flickered out, but it wasn’t pink or forked. It wasn’t a tongue at all, it was a large drop of white fluid. Nor was the head serpentine, it was bulbous and round, more fluid dripping from the long slit in its center. The body wasn’t serpentine it was straight and it was growing bigger. Freed from his pants, the giant black cock hardened and lifted off her pale body. Candy stared at it in horror almost wishing it had been a snake.

Candy was fascinated with Marvin’s penis and he enjoyed her fascination. He’d lied and told her it was big at seven inches long. She’d measured it one night they were playing and to get seven inches she’d had to press the edge of the ruler deep into his scrotum. Still, his penis was nice, hard, and she enjoyed playing with it. She’d given him a hand job that night. He didn’t last long and the grape sized head had spit out a teaspoon’s worth a semen onto her hand. He’d hardened again while they continued to make out and he played with her tits. Whenever he got around to asking her to marry him, she planned on giving him a blow job. Intercourse would wait for marriage even though her pussy yearned to have him inside her every time she saw his nice dick.

Candy would love Marvin until the day he died with all her heart, but from that day in 1972 on, she would never think of his penis as big, hard or nice again. It would always be small, pale, and weak. She’d wish it were bigger every time he was inside her. She would fantasize it was Willie’s black cock she was riding, or thrusting her hips up to meet his thrusts as she lay writhing beneath him or pushing her head into the pillows as he fucked her hard from behind. “That can’t be real,” she muttered staring at it.

“Coxville grows their nigger cocks big, Miss,” laughed Long as he spat into his hand and tried coating the massive shaft with it. He also used the copious amount of lubrication leaking from him cock’s huge head to coat his shaft. “Foot long is the norm for a black man’s cock and mine tops that by six inches.”

“My god!” she muttered. Eighteen inches! The thing was gigantic! No wonder she’d thought it was a snake.

“Push them big titties together,” he ordered.

Candy obeyed him and pushed her breasts together as he pushed his cock down between them. He had to sit forward some as his cock had a tendency to rear upwards. When the huge shaft was snug between her breasts, he took over. He grabbed her breasts, letting his fingers pinch her nipples while he thrust his cock back and forth between the canyons of her milky white breasts.
Candy watched the plum sized head of his cock push forwards and then withdraw, in and out, in and out. Each time it moved forwards, the head seemed to go a little further out. It hit her chin and she laid her head down on the grass. Soon the head was moving up over her chin and then it was brushing her lips, nearly hitting the bottom of her nose each time he thrust it forward. Candy couldn’t help herself. Her tongue came out and licked the underside of the head, moving down his shaft as his cock thrust forwards. Her efforts were rewarded by a loud moan from Willie. He liked what she was doing and she kept her tongue out, licking as much of the tip of his cock as she could while he fucked her big breasts.  She didn’t have a good eye view of his shaft anymore, but it looked bigger, even more swollen then before. She heard the black man grunt, “OH FUCK!” and then she was forced to squeeze her eyes shut as a wall of liquid white covered her face.

Willie cursed. He usually lasted a lot longer and had more self-control, but his first sexual act with a white woman had excited him too much. Still, he quickly reared back and aimed his still squirting cock at her open mouth. Several large jets of sperm shot into her mouth, quickly filling it. He jumped up and squatted over her, pushing his cock down so that more of his sperm shot out to cover those big beautiful breasts of hers. Willie backed up between her spread legs, his cock’s last few wads splattering on her belly and leaving a pool of semen in her navel. He needed to act quickly. Willie undid the buttons on her pink miniskirt. She aided him by lifting her hips as he pulled her skirt down her legs. She was left with nothing on but for her bikini bottom. Just like the one breast cup on her top, it had a rhinestone peace symbol on her crotch. The bottoms were soaked with her arousal. Willie glanced up at her face as he untied the strings on the sides of her bikini panty. She was still laying there stunned, breathing heavily through her nose as she refused to swallow the sperm filling her mouth. Candace’s mouth was open and his white sperm filled it up to her lips, some trickling down the sides. Her face, hair, breasts, and belly were also a sperm covered mess. He looked back down to her crotch as he pulled her panty off. He was going to fuck her, but first he needed to prepare her for her first black cock. He slid down between her legs and onto his stomach. Her genitals were every bit as lovely as her breasts had been to him. A thick blonde patch of fur covered her pubic mound just above the prettiest pink pussy he’d ever seen… or tasted.

Candy’s body leaped as she felt a long flat tongue lick up from her asshole to her clit, pressing hard down on her labia. She gurgled in surprise, finally relaxing her throat and letting the mouthful of Willie’s seed slide down her throat. Surprisingly, it didn’t taste bad at all. Good even. She liked her first taste of sperm. She liked what his tongue was doing between her legs even more. Candy found her hips thrusting up into his licking tongue as she moaned and writhed from his oral administrations. Something (his fingers?) was opening her pussy lips up and his tongue was thrusting in and out of her pussy, then he was sucking her distended clit between his lips, then he was licking again, then his fingers were thrusting into her pussy, pressing against her hymen, but not hard enough to break it. Candy moaned, almost screamed as she writhed in the grass. Her hands came up to caress her nude body and she found herself rubbing his liquefying semen into her skin, her breasts, and her nipples. Her tongue flickered out, lapping up more of his seed so that she could taste him. Abruptly, without warning, his fingers pushing into her as his tongue teased her clit, her pussy exploded in pleasure and she did cry out in joy.

Long quickly sat up. Now was his chance to fuck her. She seemed stunned by her first orgasm.
Her lovely blue eyes were opened wide and he could see the white reflections of passing clouds on her irises. She looked stunned, dazed, and a stupid grin spread across her face. He kneeled, pushing his rock-hard cock down between her thighs. His giant black bulbous cock head pushed up against her swollen labia. He’d never seen his cock so hard before as he prepared to fuck his first white pussy. He could feel her heat and wetness. He pushed forwards, the sexually charged young woman raised her hips into his cock as her lips spread before him and his cock went… limp.

Long looked down in horror at his flaccid cock. It had never failed him before. “NO!” he growled. He grabbed his limp noodle, squeezing and tugging at the head to make it hard. Nothing worked. His cock even receded some as if he were cold. “NO!” he cried, looking up into the bright blue sky filled with fluffy white clouds. “No,” he whispered. “Damballah, no.” He lowered his head and stared at the beautiful woman beneath him. He understood now.

It was not time.

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37 years later, Willie Long remembered that wonderful day like it was yesterday. He glanced over at the much older Candace Cox and caught her glancing at his crotch. She was remembering too. He told her to leave him by the lake, then he’d walked the long way back to town, turning himself in at the sheriff’s station. The sheriff with his busted nose and a deputy had taken him back to a holding cell and beaten the crap out of him with their bully clubs. The town judge had ordered him shipped off to Coxburg for trial. Willie had fully expected at least ten years in jail and then a miracle occurred. A NAACP lawyer had shown up to defend him. The lawyer had a signed affidavit from the girl he’d groped, stating that it had been an accident whereas the black woman sexually assaulted by the mob had not been an accident. Nor had the black man beaten to death by the same mob been an accident. Clearly William Long, a hero marine that survived two tours in Vietnam, had been acting in self-defense. Furthermore, the NAACP wanted the town to explain why there had only been three blacks voting when there were over 400 black residents in Freetown that used the same polling place and why had the sheriff parked two squad cars at the entrance to Freetown all day? The threat of ten years turned into five months in jail and that was while waiting for trial. Willie Long, the black female rape victim, whom he later married, and the family of the murdered black man all received a nice payment from the town large enough that it left Coxville bankrupt for five years. Willie used his money to go to college and get a degree in education. When he returned, the board was so scared of him, they hired him on at Coxville High as the new history teacher. Five years later, he was vice principal, and three years after that, he became the first black principal, a job he still held. Years later, he realized why Damballah hadn’t let him fuck Candy Leidhood (now Cox) back then the moment he laid eyes on a sixteen-yearold Jenny Cox. This magnificent creature needed to be born. Jenny was the chosen one. He shook her hand at graduation, urged her to try out for the Miss USA pageant, and hired her on as health teacher and coach. He watched her breasts go from DD to GG when Katherine was born. Long vowed that his would be her first black cock, but he was wrong. The night after lightning destroyed the old oak tree where his ancestor had been hung, his hidden cameras had caught Coach Black introducing her to his black cock just as Samson West was converting Katherine Summers one locker room over. Still, he would have her.
 Candy swore Long’s cock extended an inch as she stared at his crotch. She believed that time and abstract conflated memories had enlarged his cock in her mind, but going by the massive bulge, her memory hadn’t conflated it by much. 37 years ago, after their encounter, she’d swam out into the lake in her bikini after his monster had covered her in his cum. It had been a mess to clean off, and she found strands of his sperm all over her hours later when she went home to shower. She’d thanked him for not taking her virginity. He’d just grunted in response. Then she asked him what he meant when he said, Damballah no? He just muttered that he’d said, Damn balls, they ah... hold too much sperm. She had to agree with him. Sex with him was a messy proposition. Candy had driven off, staring at the black man receding in the mirror. The next day, she virtually assaulted her boyfriend. She let him enter her bareback wanting to feel him without a condom and he’d promised to pull out. Marvin was overexcited and lost control, cumming the second his small penis pushed through her hymen. She was thinking about black cock when she lost her virginity. She was thinking about black cock when she conceived Jenny. Three months later when she realized she was pregnant, they eloped. Jenny was born in August of 1973. Candy thought about Willie Long a lot during the first few years of her marriage. She was fantasizing about his black cock when she conceived Kat and just about every time she had sex. As the years passed, she began to doubt that Willie had been eighteen inches long or even twelve or that he had cum so much. Why would she fantasize about a penis too big for penetration anyway? She and Marvin rented some porn videos and occasionally there’d be a black guy, but they were nothing special, no giant cock, no gallon of ejaculate, but they did look good fucking white women. Soon, she quit thinking about Willie when she had sex with Marvin, but she still dreamed about their time at the lake shore from time to time. Theirs was a happy marriage and when she lost him at a too young age from a heart attack, she’d been depressed for over a year.

“You sure you don’t want to drive down to the lake?” he asked.

Candy snorted. “Just take me home, Mr. Long.” She stared out the window as they neared the old Dutch enclave. “Willie, there was one thing I never told you about our first encounter.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m the one that contacted the NAACP.”

“Thank you, though I’ve always suspected it.” He glanced over at her and grinned. “Thank you,” he said again, truly grateful. This time he moved his hand back over to her knee.

Candy let him keep it there this time and to his credit, he didn’t try to move it any higher. “I couldn’t let you go to jail. I just couldn’t.”  She looked down at the large black hand on her knee and felt her nipples hardening. Her pussy began leaking too. She suddenly felt like a school girl again. When he removed his hand to take the wheel navigating a sharp curve, she missed its presence. “The big farmhouse on the hill,” she told him.

Willie turned at the mailbox with COX written on it. He slowed for the long drive up to her house. Willie faked a yawn. “Man, I’m beat. I sure could use a cup of coffee,” he said, pulling up to the house.
 Candy opened the door and stepped out. She leaned down and he could see the conflict in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, closed it and then opened it again. “Thanks for the ride,” she told him. “I appreciate it.”

Willie watched her stand to leave. Still a prude, still worried about appearances to let a black man into her house for coffee (and sex), still wanting to set a moral example for her daughters, too uptight to let her inner slut come out to play. “Wait!” he yelled, before she could shut the door. “I need that uniform back.”

Candy looked down at her buxom body, still attired in the skimpy cheerleading outfit. “Oh yes, of course. Wait here and I’ll be right back with it.”

Long rolled his eyes. “Hey, can I use your bathroom?”

“Uh, sure, come on in,” said Candy. Long followed her into the house. It was immaculately clean and clutter free. “Right there,” said Candy, pointing at an open door off the living room. “I’ll be upstairs changing.”

Willie Long entered the bathroom and took a quick piss. The bathroom was like the rest of the house, very clean, neatly organized, and it smelled fresh. A far cry from his single male house. He flushed the toilet, returned to the living room and looked up the stairs that Candy had disappeared up. Willie began slowly walking up the stairs.

Candy had left the bedroom door partially open and he could see motion through the crack. He pushed the door farther open. Candy stood beside her bed. She’d taken the skimpy cheerleading top off leaving herself clad in only a bra and the red skirt. A pearl necklace and a gold necklace with a cross adorned her neck and she wore gold hoop earring in her ears. She moved her hands down to the hem of her skirt and started wiggling her hips as she pushed the skirt down her legs. Long smiled as she stepped out of the skirt. Candy may have been closing on sixty, but she certainly wasn’t wearing granny panties. Her underwear was lacy and skimpy. The panties were see-thru and he could clearly see her thin blonde pubic strip. The bra was lacy and frilly too. It was doing double duty, straining to hold up her massive breasts. The old broad could still pull off a bikini. Her body wasn’t the same as it had been at eighteen. Her ass was a lot bigger and her breasts had gone from probably a DD at eighteen to GG. Her bigger breasts and bigger ass actually seemed to balance each other out. Her skin wasn’t as taut and tight or as smooth as it was when she was a teen. He could make out some blue veins in the tops of her breasts and she had certainly gained additional weight in her belly and thighs, but not the bad kind, the kind of weight that gave her a sexy exciting jiggle.

Candy was pulling the robe on over her body when she noticed the black man staring at her. She let out a little squeak of shock. “W-willie! What are you doing?” She pulled the robe tight around her body.

Long strolled into the room. He could detect a little tremble in her body. She was shaking as he walked up to her. “I was just staring at a very sexy woman,” he told her. “You looked better
without that bulky old robe.”

“What!” Candy watched him reach out and grab her robe, pulling it open. She struggled to close it, but he was much stronger.

“Much better,” he said looking at her body between the open folds of the robe. He quickly moved his hands to her shoulders and spun her around so that her back was to him. He yanked the robe off her. Her bra clasped in the back. He moved his hands down and unhooked it before spinning her back around.

“I.. we can’t…,” mumbled a stunned Candy Cox. She didn’t know what to say. She’d moved her hands up to her chest to hold her bra over her breasts.

“Relax baby, I’ve seen them before.” Long reached up and grabbed the top of her bra.

She held them firm to her chest. “Willie, NO! We can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“It’s inappropriate. We’re too old to mess around.”

“Admit it, it’s cause you’re a little racist. You don’t want a black man touching you.”

“Yes, a little, but I let you touch me before.”

“And as I recall, you enjoyed it very much.”

Candy blushed. “That was a long time ago. You’re my daughter’s boss. What would they think?”

“Don’t tell them. Don’t tell anyone. It’ll be our dirty little secret. Come on, we’re both widowed and I suspect it’s been as long for you as it has for me.”

“What makes you think I don’t have someone on the side?”

“You don’t. In fact, I think you’re sexually frustrated. Look how clean this house is.”

“What’s wrong with a clean house?”

“Nothing, I like it, but it’s a sign of how frustrated you are. You put all your energies into cleaning, energy that you used to reserve for fucking.”

Candy gasped. It was so true. Her dream about the shadow man had awoken some dormant needs that she had long ago repressed. “I can’t have sex with you,” she told him firmly. She glanced over at the nightstand and her wedding picture. Since they’d eloped, she’d only worn a cheap white dress and Marvin had on a dark suit. He seemed to be staring back at her accusingly.

“No sex then,” said Long, sliding his hands down her waist and over her hips. He moved his hands back up her sides. “How about we just reenact our encounter from that first day we met?”

Candy’s eyes widened. “I don’t think…” His hands had slid over to the tops of her breasts again and were tugging at her bra. “You mean you want to stick your thingy between my breasts again?”

“Yes, I want to titty fuck those big melons with my big black cock and then I want to go down on you again and taste that sweet white pussy of yours.”

Candy let her hands fall to her sides and Long pulled her bra away. His fingers and tongue had given her the biggest orgasm of her life and the thought of him doing that to her again, had her relenting and her panties soaked. “Alright Willie, but nothing else. Just what we did the first time.”

“Sure thing, baby,” he said reaching out for her breasts. “But this time, we’ll have a nice comfy bed instead off grass to lay on.” Freed of her bra, her heavier breasts sagged down, her once proudly up thrust nipples, now pointed downwards, but they still reacted the same way. As he pinched each nipple, they hardened just as they had the first time he’d touched them. First the nipple hardened, then her areola puffed up. The sexy grandmother moaned as his black hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts. They appeared to have grown more sensitive with age instead of less.

This time would be different and Willie had every intention of fucking her tonight. He watched her eyes close as he played with her breasts. She sucked in her lower lip as her arousal grew. Willie bent down and moved his hands from her titties to her waist and down to the hem of her panties. Candy opened her eyes to see what he was doing. Her blue ones met his brown ones once again and she watched him lean forward and suck one nipple between his dark lips. His white mustache tickled, but it felt good, oh so good. She moaned in pleasure and felt him pulling her underwear down her thighs and legs until they fell to her feet and she stepped out of them.

Candy grabbed the white hair that circled under Long’s bald pate and pulled his head tighter against her breast. She moaned continuously as his tongue flickered over her nipple. Then she felt his hand between her legs and a finger pressed hard against her labia. She was so wet, there was a squishing sound as his finger entered her. Candy began humping the finger inside her. He was right, so right. She needed this. All she desperately wanted was to get off again, one more time and she could go back to cleaning her house.

Long quit licking her nipple. Instead, he planted a kiss over it and then leaned over and kissed her other one. He stood back up, his finger slipping from her needy pussy, causing her to squeal in frustration. Long grabbed her chin and turned her face up to his. He leaned down, turning his head, lips closing on hers. She jerked her head back, then relented and let his lips come down on hers. She hadn’t kissed him back then, it felt too much like cheating on Marvin, but she didn’t have Marvin anymore and she hadn’t been kissed passionately by a man since Marvin had died. She relaxed, gave in to his kisses and started kissing him back. It was her tongue that made the first move into his mouth, teasing his tongue, dueling into each other’s mouths.
 Long kept kissing her, turning her back towards the bed. They kissed as they walked backwards, two black fingers pinching and tugging her hard nipple until she sat down hard on the bed. “You take it out,” he told her.

Candy looked at the huge bulge straining at his pants. She didn’t see any harm in taking it out. With trembling hands, she fumbled with his belt buckle and the buttons on his trousers. Her delicate fingers pulled his zipper down. She did wince a little when she saw his underwear, more yellow then white, but the package beneath was what she really wanted to see again. She tugged his trousers down and gasped. His huge cock was sticking out of the leg of his underwear and running down his thigh. It was already swollen and struggling for freedom. She grabbed the hem of his ugly underwear and tugged it down. The second it cleared his cock head, the huge black cock sprang up and whacked her on the chin. Candy grabbed it to keep it from hitting her, but didn’t let go. She hadn’t really touched it the last time, felt it’s heat, it’s hardness, it’s... POWER. Now she did and there had been no false memories of it, nor had her mind exaggerated its size over the years. “My god,” she said, running her fist from up to the big bulbous head and down to the base of his shaft. For some reason, she leaned forwards and planted a kiss right on the plum sized cock head. She hoped she would get to taste him again.

Candy scooted back on the bed, holding his cock and tugging him forwards. “My god,” she said again as he straddled her. His cock… his big cock… his big black cock… it looked the same as she remembered it. It was every bit the swollen and steel hard, eighteen-inch black cock that it had been 37 years ago. The one difference was that his immense black cock now sprang from a bushy patch of white pubic hair and the hairs on his heavy scrotum had gone white too.

Candy scooted up on the bed until her head rested on the pillow. Long straddled her crotch. He was now bottomless, but he still wore a white shirt. Candy didn’t take her eyes off his cock as she reached out for the nightstand and a bottle of hand cream she kept there. She found the bottle and flipped the lid open. She poured the cream from the bottle from one end of his mighty shaft to the other like you would pour mustard on a hot dog. She tossed the bottle aside and used both hands to rub the cream all over his shaft while Long began undoing the buttons on his shirt and pulled it off. When he was completely nude except for his socks, every square inch of his cock had been coated with lotion until it glistened.

Candy released it and moved her hands to her breasts, now falling over her sides from their weight. She brought them together and held them still while Willie pushed his cock down between her grand canyons. Her eyes never left his cock as he began to titty fuck her again.

********** Candy couldn’t take her eyes off Willie Long’s cock. The big head would push out from her breasts, then disappear between her large milky white globes. Other than some veins in her now bigger breasts and the wrinkles on her hands, it looked exactly like it had the last time he’d titty fucked her 37 years ago. Only when she looked up from his cock and at the skinny old black man, did the reality of their ages hit her.

Long inched his way forwards a little and his hard-black cock began sliding up over her chin and
then past her nose and then the hard ended head of his cock was rapping on her forehead, sticky precum dripping just above her eyes. Candy stuck her tongue out and licked along the bulging black vein beneath his hard shaft. He moaned and pulled back until her tongue was licking the underside of his cock head. His cock tasted of the hand lotion, but still she licked it. Long angled himself up some and pressed the head against her lips. She parted them and let the tip of his cock in her mouth. Her tongue twirled around the head of his cock, tasting his precum, and lapping it up and it was her turn to moan.

Long sat back down and started concentrating on sliding his cock back and forth through her tittys. He panted and strained and Candy feared the old man’s heart might not be up for the strain. Willie didn’t relent and kept at it. Candy continued licking the underside of his shaft as it reared up over her face. His cock head was swelling, turning even harder and darker. She saw it explode above her eyes, a wave of white fluid fanning out from the swollen head. She closed her eyes as his cock pulled back and the wall of hot cum fell on her face, a load shooting in her mouth. Candy felt him sit up, more cum striking her breasts as she swirled his hot seed around in her mouth before swallowing. It tasted as good as she’d remembered.  After her and Long’s last encounter, she’d never shied away from blowing Marvin and swallowing his seed. She craved the taste of sperm, but her poor husband never produced enough to satisfy her craving no matter how hard she milked his little prick for every last drop of his seed.

Candy quickly sat up and opened her eyes. Long was rearing up, aiming his spurting cock at her nipples. She quickly reached out for his shaft and took it from him, quickly aiming it at her mouth. She shut her eyes again as another voluminous wad splattered on her face and then the head was in her mouth. The amount of his ejaculate had slowed and his wads no longer filled her mouth. He shot several shot glasses worth of cum at the back of her throat and she swallowed as quickly as he came. She was able to milk several more shots from his long cock with her hands before he was finally done cumming and her long-time craving was finally satisfied.

Candy purred with satisfaction as she fell back on the bed, licking the sperm from around her lips and scooping more up with her fingers. The old man never slowed down. He was quickly laying at the foot of her bed, his head buried between her legs. “Oh god! Willie, it’s been so long,” she moaned. Marvin had been good to her, knowing she needed more from him sexually and her husband had willing gone down on her almost weekly. He’d gotten quite good at it too, but the last time she’d been eaten out had been at least fifteen years ago. She reached up and pinched her own nipples, whimpering with pleasure as he licked her with his tongue. Candy found herself playing with her breasts, rubbing his semen into her tit flesh and around her nipples as she felt his fingers slip inside her.

Willie couldn’t get over how pretty her little white pussy looked. Sure, there was a little more flab in her thighs and her pussy hair looked paler from the white hair mixed in with the blonde, but over all, she had the pussy of a much younger woman. He worked his fingers in and out of her so that he could stare at it for a while. Her pussy lips glistened with her arousal and they tightly clenched his fingers. He worked his fingers back and forth noticing a slight imperceptible lifting of her hips into them and as he picked up speed, soon her hips were rapidly humping his fingers. Candace Cox was moaning as he finger fucked her. He could feel her pussy start to tremble as an orgasm approached. Principal Long leaned forwards again and sucked her
distended clit between his lips and Candy came, her fluids squirting all over the lower half of his face.

A broad satisfied smile spread across Candy’s face as she came down from her orgasm. It had been a long time since she’d felt this satisfied. The night she dreamed of the shadow man fucking her by the shores of Lake Cox, she’d masturbated herself to an orgasm the dream had been so hot. Before that, it had been more than ten years since she’d cum and at least that long since she’d been horny. Now, Long’s fingers were still in her and his tongue came down to lick her clit again. “Ohmygod! You’re very… generous,” she gasped, realizing that Long wasn’t done with her. Suddenly, her pleasure turned to a girlish schoolgirl giggle.

“What?” asked Willie, pausing with his tongue, but continuing to finger fuck her.

“Tickles,” she giggled.

Willie lifted his face up so that his mustache wasn’t tickling her. He jabbed his tongue back into her pussy and worked it around a bit before pushing his fingers back in. He moved his tongue back up to her clit and sucked it back into his mouth. Candy’s giggles faded and turned to gasps of pleasure. “Fuck!” she moaned, sitting up and pulling his face deep into her pussy. “I’m gonna cum again.” Candy found herself staring at his bald black pate with the bushy white hair circling his head. His droopy white mustache sat on her upwards thrusting pubic mound. Her eyes moved to his and she stared into his deep brown eyes. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes, but behind that was a coldness and then she was cumming again.

Candy screamed in pleasure, thankful she had no neighbors to hear her cries. She pulled Long’s face so tightly into her pussy while she came all over it that she feared she might smother him. Candy released his head and collapsed on the bed.  The booze and the two glorious orgasms had her half comatose. She barely felt Long’s weight on the bed, nor his hands on her ankles spreading her legs wide apart. Something big and hard nudged against her pussy lips, pushing them inside her pussy before they relented and spread apart, opening for the giant invader. A dazed Candy sat up and looked down at the huge eighteen-inch black cock poised to enter her pussy.

What would her daughters say if they knew that their mom was about to get fucked by a black man with a huge cock?

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Willie Long held his breath as he pushed his cock down on Candy’s soaked labia. He exhaled with relief as his cock head pushed her pussy lips inward and then slowly disappeared into the hottest wettest pussy he’d ever felt. Candy on the other hand inhaled sharply as his cock first entered her. 37 years ago, he’d been horrified to watch his proud black cock go limp just as he was about to fuck Candy’s then teenage pussy. He hadn’t expected that to happen this time, but still the fear had been there.

The teenage Candace Leidhood had nearly been his first white woman and now nearly forty
years later it was finally happening. His black cock was now inside the widowed grandmother Candy Cox and she was his first white woman. The first, but not the last. Bobbie Sue Kindle would be next, his hidden cameras had caught her with both Melvin and Andy Gooch in her classroom. He also had enough blackmail material on both Candy’s daughter and her granddaughter to give him complete power over Jenny and Kitty Summers. After them, more would be his for the taking.

Candy’s moan drew his attention back to the lovely mature woman writhing on the bed. She was humping up into his cock as he worked the head around in her pussy, feeding her another inch and then another. “So tight,” growled Willie, his cock now six inches deep.

“Been so long,” she complained, “I think my hymen grew back.” He chuckled and Candy turned her gaze up from his cock sticking out of her to his face. She smiled at him. His demeanor was changing. No longer was he a skinny old bald black man to her. He was a man that could make her feel good. A skillful lover that could make her cum again and again. Her body would willingly be his for the taking after tonight. “Christ that’s big!”

Long looked down. She'd taken seven inches, he guessed. “Feels like virgin territory.”

“I think you just passed Marvin’s limit,” she told him, through gritted teeth.

“Poor girl, never been truly fucked have you, that’s not even half my cock.”

“Thicker too,” she told him. “Aaaargh!” Candy shook her head to clear it, another inch had just been shoved up her. “Can’t take much more,” she told him with both relief and regret. Candy almost wished he’d go back to just working the head around in her. It was simply too big to feel good.

“Just relax and breath deep,” he told her in a calm, soothing voice.

Candy relaxed and started doing the same breathing exercises she had used giving birth to Jenny and Katherine. She found it helped, but her vagina was also squeezing Long’s thick cock and trying to push it out. “AaargghhowFUCK!” She screamed wincing in pain.

Willie had cupped his arms under her knees and pulled her into his cock just as he thrust his hips forward. He winced too as his big cock head banged hard on her cervix. He’d jabbed another four inches into her and she hadn’t been ready for it. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her, he was just a little overeager to fuck his first pussy in many years. Women could take it all given enough time and soon Candy would be opened up and screaming in joy instead of pain.

Willie dropped her legs and started to lay himself down on top of her. Candy’s eyes had shut and she was wincing in pain. Sweat had broken out on her forehead to. He hunched his back and brought his lips down to her nipples. Within seconds, additional lube started coating his cock. Her pussy muscles quit trying to force him out and started squeezing his shaft. Candy moaned, softly at first and then it started getting louder. “Feeling good now, baby?” he asked.

“Starting to,” she replied, grabbing the back of his bald head, holding him tight against her nipple. “Still hurts, but the pain is fading. You hit my cervix pretty hard.”

“Sorry,” he replied between flicks of his tongue over her nipple.

“How much?” she asked.

“Bout a foot, little more” he told her, kissing his way across her breast to her other nipple.

“I didn’t think it was possible. I guess that’s it then,” said Candy, starting to move her hips beneath him. Her body wanted him to start moving his cock in and out of her.

Willie flexed his cock each time she raised her hips up into him. Each jerk of his cock coated her cervix with a little more precum. He pushed his hips forward, the cock head pressing hard against her softening cervix. “There’s still about five inches,” he grunted.

Candy gasped. “I don’t believe it,” she said as her cervix opened for his huge dick and his cock head slowly slid through. “It’s in my womb.”

Long buried his cock balls deep in her pussy. He knew from experience with his wife that a local woman’s pussy could adapt to the giant cocks of the black men. As Candy adjusted to his size, her cervix would loosen automatically as she grew aroused, opening for his superior cock. It would close back up after the male had orgasmed, trapping lots of fertile semen in the womb increasing chances of pregnancy. The local niggers called it “resizing” and the term seemed appropriate. “Feeling good now?”

“Oh my god,” was all Candy could respond.

Long kissed her nipple and then worked his way up her chest, neck, and found her lips. He kissed her passionately while he started bucking his hips. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, their tongues teasing. His cock was buried deep and only around six inches were removed every time he raised his hips. Candy’s body was responding, lifting up into his thrusts. Now her pussy was massaging inwards on his shaft, trying to milk his seed out. Her hands slid all over his back, digging her nails in, sliding down to his hips and grabbing them urging him to fuck her harder. Long obliged. He increased his speed. Candy broke their kiss, her mouth opening wide as a scream grew in her throat. She turned her head and screamed out in orgasm just as he buried his cock in her pussy and held it still. Candy was breathing hard and trembling beneath him. “WOW!” she gasped out between deep breaths. Candy stared at the ceiling, a contented smile across her lips. She could feel Willie’s massive cock head jerking in womb. “You haven’t cum yet?”

“Nope,” grunted Long, beginning to move his hips again. Soon he was fucking her harder than the last time. He brought his lips back to hers. This time it was her tongue that found his first as they continued to kiss. Candy started shaking beneath him as another orgasm grew. This time, Long increased his speed while she came, not stopping for a moment to let her recover. Candy started crying, but it was tears of joy. She’d never felt anything so good or cum so much as with
this man. “Who owns this pussy?” grunted Long, fucking her hard.

“You do,” gasped Candy without hesitation. Unbelievably another orgasm was building. “This is your pussy now, Willie. Fuck your white pussy.”

“Yeah, I’m fucking it good, bitch,” he said, wincing. He was trying not to talk down to her, but it was in his nature and she didn’t seem to mind.  “You love that black cock, slut?”

“I love your black cock. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck your white slut. CUMMING!” And Candy was still cumming as Long grabbed her and rolled over. Candy found herself astride him. She laid down on his chest while she recovered from her latest large orgasm. “Thank you, you’re amazing,” she purred, leaning up to kiss him.

Candy sat up and began slowly riding his huge cock. Black hands found her milky white breasts and began playing with them as she started bouncing. “Ride that black cock, slut,” said Willie, spanking one ass cheek before sucking one engorged nipple between his lips.

“Now it’s my turn to fuck you,” moaned Candy. This was so hot. She’d never talked dirty during sex with Marvin, but then Marvin’s cock hadn’t brought out the slut in her. “I mean it Willie,” she said, looking down at him. “This is your pussy now. Your slut wants that black cock. I need that black cock. Anything you- OH SHIT! Gonna cum again.” Long’s cock suddenly felt bigger as she continued to bounce in his lap. The head was starting to have a hard time passing through her cervix. The flared head caught on her cervix trapping it inside just as she was cumming again and then she felt the flood in her womb. Candy came so hard; her toes curled and almost gave her a muscle spasm. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she sat down hard in his lap, feeling his cock bucking, and jerking in her pussy as it pumped his voluminous seed into her womb. Candy’s pussy was spasming all over his cock, her muscles pulling at it, milking the shaft trying to get every drip of his seed into her and finally, Candy couldn’t take anymore. She collapsed forwards onto Long’s chest.

Candy awoke to someone gently shaking her. “Go get cleaned up, I want to fuck again,” whispered Long in her ear. “I wanna fuck all night.”

“Ok,” she replied, groggily. Candy slid forwards along his stomach and to his chest before his long cock finally fell out of her pussy. She quit straddling him and rolled off the bed. She stared in awe at Long’s cock, still eighteen inches long and plump, but now limp. She wanted to lean forward and kiss it, but the trickle of sperm leaking out between her legs was turning to a steady flow. She cupped her hands under her pussy and waddled over to the bathroom.

Candy tried to use tissues, but there was so much sperm in her and on her that she ended up taking a quick shower. After many minutes of scrubbing her body and between her legs with soap, she finally felt clean. Candy dried herself off, brushed her teeth, and nude she walked out to rejoin her lover. Willie Long was fast asleep. She looked at the thinly built old man sleeping peacefully on what had once been her husband’s side of the bed. “You do own this pussy,” she told the sleeping man. “I want to fuck you every night.” She looked at the nude black man, a man closing on seventy years old and hoped that he would be able to keep this up for at least a few
more years. His cock suddenly plumped up and hardened a bit in his sleep bringing a smile to her lips. Suddenly, she no longer had any doubts about what this man was capable of.

Candy crawled in bed beside him and pulled the covers over their nude bodies. She snuggled up to her new black lover and reached down to grab his dick. It stiffened in her hand and she gently stroked it, but her eyes were closing. The long hot day, booze, and fantastic exhausting sex was getting to her. It didn’t look like they would be fucking all night long after all.

 But there was always tomorrow.