The Coxville Curse Saga
Copyright 2017 by Stormbringer
Based upon comics by The Pit and Stormbringer
The following is a revised version of “The Coxville Curse” broken down into shorter readable segments. The author recommends the full story revised editions.
Suggested Reading Order: The Coxville Curse by Stormbringer Sister Nancy of Coxville County by SirSinn Sister Nancy of Coxville County 2 by Thickwil The Coxville Curse Saga 2 by Stormbringer The Coxville Curse 3 Saga 3 by Stormbringer (in progress) The Housewives of Coxville County by Otaku-Ogre The Coxville Curse Saga 4 by Stormbringer (forthcoming)
The Coxville Curse Part 1: Chapter 1: The Curse Begins
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September 24, 2009: The night of the party before the big game between the Coxville Cocks and the Bartown Beavers. The night when lightning destroyed the old oak tree in front of city hall. The night the fog engulfed Coxville County and the shadow man came into the dreams of the sleeping women of Coxville.
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Jenny Summers lay on her back listening to the wind howl outside and the rain pounding her roof. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Her husband’s snores had stopped a minute ago and she knew what was coming next. Harold rolled on his side and his hand snaked over to squeeze one of her enormous breasts. Jenny sighed, “Not now Harold, I’m worried about Kitty.”
Harold’s hand moved over to her other breast and he kissed her neck. “She’s fine honey. Kitty’s out with Todd. He’ll take good care of her.” Harold pinched his wife’s long nipple and it hardened between his fingers. “Come on honey, please?”
“Alright Harold,” she sighed again. “Suit it up.” Jenny listened to her husband roll over and fumble in the dark for a condom off the nightstand. At 36, Jenny felt she was too old to get pregnant again and she also didn’t want an eighteen-year gap between her kids. Harold had worn a condom every time they had sex for the last eighteen years. He didn’t mind and she loved that there wasn’t any mess afterwards.
Harold moved on top of her and guided his penis inside his wife. He jumped suddenly when there was a loud boom of thunder outside. Harold was afraid of thunderstorms or more specifically the tornadoes involved with bad weather. Whenever a storm raged outside, he
initiated sex, seeking comfort with his wife. Jenny mostly lay still waiting for both the storm and Harold to finish. Harold normally didn’t take too long to finish and tonight was no exception. He grunted, and then came. She could feel his penis jerk inside her and that finally turned her on enough to get into it, but by then it was too late for her to get any pleasure out of it. Her husband’s shrinking penis flopped out of her. Luckily, he hadn’t gotten her worked up enough she’d need to masturbate after he fell asleep as was often the case. Harold rolled off her, panting for a few minutes before rising off the bed and going to deposit the condom in the bathroom trash bin. She listened to him urinate, then Harold returned to bed, kissed her on the cheek and was snoring again within minutes, his hand resting on her breast seeking comfort from the storm. Jenny picked up the hand and moved it off her body. She stared up at the ceiling hoping her daughter was all right.
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Kitty gasped in pleasure as Todd flickered her nipple with his tongue. Rain pounded on the top of his car. “Come on baby,” whispered Todd. “Let’s fuck again.”
“Not tonight Todd,” she replied, holding his head to her breast while he continued teasing the hard nipple protruding from her DD breasts.
Todd sucked her nipple between his lips, and then released it. “Please baby, come on. Feel how hard I am.” Todd grabbed her hand and placed it on the crotch of his jeans. Kitty squeezed his bulge, but didn’t reply. “Come on Kitty, your hot body is driving me fucking nuts.” She still didn’t reply and moved her hand off his crotch. “How about a blow job then?”
“Tomorrow,” said Kitty. “If the Cocks win.”
“Fuck Kitty, the Beavers are undefeated.”
“Kind of a defeatist attitude for a quarterback, Todd.” Kitty reached over and grabbed his crotch again. This time she used both hands as she fumbled with his pants. “Maybe the Cocks just need some motivation. Win and you get a blow job. Tonight, all you get is a hand job.”
“Deal,” said Todd, enthusiastically. He may have been quarterback, but he was also a realist. He’d seen the Beavers play and the Cocks had only won one game this season. He smiled back at the memory. His had been a perfect toss right to Samson West. Kitty had given him a rare blowjob that night and if anything, her lips felt better than her tight pussy had. No, they wouldn’t win tomorrow night’s game, but at least tonight, she was willing to jack him off and Todd took whatever he could get.
Kitty thought it was nasty, but she spitted in her hand and coated Todd’s stiff penis with her saliva. What he referred to as Todd’s rod was only between five and six inches fully erect so it didn’t take much to coat it. She’d jerked him off before when they had started dating junior year and she’d kind of liked it. On his eighteenth birthday she’d given her first blow job and another when he made quarterback. Finally, on her eighteenth birthday, she’d let him fuck her and they’d done it half a dozen times since. She found it enjoyable, but didn’t think it was a big deal. She’d
even decided she liked giving head better then she liked actual sex. Todd on the other hand loved it. They were the perfect couple, a stacked blue-eyed blonde cheerleader with her handsome fit quarterback boyfriend. They were destined to be homecoming king and queen, prom king and queen, get married, and have beautiful children together. It only took a few strokes of her hand before a little wad of semen shot out of the tip of Todd’s dick. She stared at it with fascination. A few drops of semen appeared around the urethra as she continued stroking him and his penis began to shrivel in her hand. She didn’t know why she found his penis so enthralling. Possibly it was because she didn’t have one herself and knew nothing about them or why her simplest touch seemed to give Todd so much pleasure. All she knew was that it would probably be the only penis she’d ever see in her life and Todd had told her it was probably the biggest in school. Kitty felt lucky and proud as she released it and licked the small wad of semen off her hand. She found she liked the taste, swallowing the first time she’d blown him and Todd had been thrilled that she wasn’t one of those prissy girls who spit it out.
“That was great, Kitty,” he moaned, tucking his penis back in his pants. “Let’s get back to the party.”
“It’s pouring outside,” said Kitty looking through the rain splattered windshield. It was Thursday night and since tomorrow was an in-service day, a classmate was throwing a party. They didn’t have school and didn’t have to get up early, but tomorrow night was the game where the Coxville Cocks were taking on the undefeated Bartown Beaver’s. “Take me home, Todd.”
“Ah come on, let’s go back inside. I want another beer. Besides, what’s a little rain?”
Kitty felt pretty drunk already, but figured one more beer couldn’t hurt. Together, they held hands running through the rain back onto the porch filled with drunken high school students. Nearly the entire senior class was at this party. Their classmates greeted the most popular boy and girl in school as they returned to their party.
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Coxville was your typical small town in the American South. It was the county seat of Coxville County and the second biggest town in Coxville County after Coxburg to the North off I-69. Coxville County was large as Southern counties go, but a good chunk of the Western County was dominated by Lake Cox and other then a few small towns, the rest of the county was mostly rural farmland growing corn, tobacco, and cotton crops.
Coxville was named after Colonel Phineas Josiah Cox, hero of the Mexican War and owner of the Cox plantation which had dominated the entire county for 200 years until the civil war. Yankees had occupied the mansion during the war, burning the surrounding buildings and releasing the slaves to ravage the neighborhood in 1864. The Union army was forced to march out quickly and never got around to burning down the mansion, leaving it standing alone a stunning piece of architecture surrounded by the still smoking wreckage of stables, barns, silos, and slave quarters with crops still burning in the fields.
Coxville town grew up around the plantation years later. The tree lined road up to the mansion
became Main Street. The mansion itself became the town and county administrative offices. Storefronts lined Main Street and residences sprang up around the town as it grew to a respectable size.
Dominating the front lawn of town hall was a 300 year old oak tree of huge size that had been young when the first Cox settler had arrived on the land.
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The old black man jerked his massive cock off as rapidly as he could. The rain fell so hard, it stung his bare skin. He looked around nervously. He could not afford to get caught, though it was unlikely he would in this weather. Most of the residents of Coxville were inside on a night like this and fast asleep given that the midnight hour was fast approaching. He threw his head back and upwards into the storm, feeling the rain strike his face as he chanted:
oh Damballah, kreyatè nan lavi yo. lakansyèl sèpan ki la, koulèv la nwa. plant pitit pitit ou sou peyi sa a. Me pitit fi yo nan Èv ap plantureu ak fètil. Me yo jwenn rekonfòte sèvi siperyè koulèv la nwa nan Damballah. Pou vè yo blan nan pitit gason yo nan Adan ap kite yo vle. Oh Damballah, kreyatè nan lavi yo. Muri bellys yo nan pitit fi yo nan Ev. Avèk pitit pitit an koulèv la nwa nan Damballah. Ak pouvwa yo kreye nouvo lavi sèvi ou. Oh Damballah, kreyatè nan lavi yo.
He did not speak Creole, but he had memorized the chant since his father had taught it to him fifty years ago and his father’s father before him and so on back to Phineas Long, son of a white woman and a black slave, a black slave that had cursed the county.
The man stroked his cock faster, praying that it could maintain an erection. At 65, erections were a rare treat. Not that he had anyone to use his rare erections with, he’d been widowed for twelve years. His beloved wife had been nearly infertile, but his high sperm count had provided them with but one child and that had been a daughter and his daughter had born him one granddaughter. Women had their own powers and in many ways, were more powerful than men, but this was cock and seed magic which required a male. He had no son or grandson to teach the summoning spell to, but if all went well, there would be no need for the spell after tonight. The wind whipped around the old oak tree and the lit black spirit candle he had placed at the trunk blew out. He cursed, but continued masturbating. He glanced over at the old Cox plantation, now city hall, and for a split second swore he could see the image of a hanged man’s shadow swaying on the wall of the old building.
The old man felt his erection growing floppy. He cursed again, squeezing the base of his cock to harden it, praying to Damballah that he would not let his ancestors down. His mind wandered back fifty years earlier to the last time, he’d jerked off under the old oak tree.
His father Wayne had led him the many miles from nigger town to city hall through the dark of night. They’d kept to the shadows for black men wandering the town at night were always looked upon with suspicion as they still were to this day. The night had been similar, pitch black, thunder in the distance, but the rain hadn’t been as hard. The boy watched his father pull his hard foot long black cock out of his overalls. He jerked it to hardness before spitting in his hand and starting to jerk it off. Beneath the oak, was a lit spirit candle, a tar baby doll with a rope noose around its neck, and some chicken bones. His father stared at the items as he jerked off. A gust of wind blew the candle out. Wayne hissed at his son, “Light it, boy.” The boy took the candle and moved behind the tree to shelter it from the wind. He struck a match futilely. Each man was so intent on the tasks, that neither saw the police cruiser until the headlights fell on Wayne. The siren sounded, startling them both. “Finish this,” shouted his father as the boy ran and jumped behind some bushes before the police could see him.
“Freeze you perverted nigger,” shouted the Sheriff as he and his deputy ran out of the police car and tackled Wayne. Wayne offered no resistance, but the two policemen beat him half a dozen times with their nightsticks. “Look at this shit, sheriff,” called the deputy. “The boy is some kind a witch.” The sheriff looked at the items under the tree. “You a witch boy? You workin’ with da devil, nigger?” The sheriff hit Wayne once again for good measure. The two cops, cuffed Wayne and dragged his limp body into the police cruiser, before driving off the short distance to the station.
Wayne’s son crept out from the bushes once the coast was clear. He still held the candle. He lit it and sat it down at the base of the tree. The police had taken the tar baby, but left the bones. The boy pulled his cock out from his worn old trousers. It was bigger than his fathers, half again as long, a freak of nature. His cock was an eighteen-inch monstrosity. His deformity had made the local paper when he was born. The baby with three legs screamed one headline. It didn’t take much to make his huge black phallus hard, nor did he need to masturbate long to cum. The boy’s huge balls emptied their sperm all over the grass beneath the tree. He hadn’t finished cumming, when there was a huge thunderclap above him, a flash, and a large branch fell from the tree just as he was lifted and thrown several feet away. The boy sat up dazed, shaking his head. Every hair on his body stood up from his skin. Fog was rising from the ground where his sperm had struck. The fog spread, billowing outward, unnaturally engulfing everything in its path. It caressed then surrounded his body. The boy smiled as the fog embraced him. He smiled during the long walk home for having carried out the ritual and was still smiling the next day. The smile didn’t leave his face until the policemen knocked on his door to inform his mother Elsie, that his father had died from a concussion suffered while resisting arrest for public indecency.
The old man wasn’t smiling tonight. He was struggling to cum. So different from the rock-hard cock he’d had as a teenager and a young man. Twenty years ago, the erections had started becoming fewer and fewer, his cock losing some of its steel, growing floppy even in the middle of sex. His wife had actually been somewhat relieved. Finally, he felt the sperm welling up in his old balls. He was straining as rain ran down his face and dripped from his white mustache. Finally, it blew. The old man hadn’t cum in years and it looked like he was blowing a years’ worth of semen. Never in his long life had an orgasm felt so good. Sperm fanned outwards from his floppy old cock, covering the grass beneath the old oak tree. His legs grew weak from the
strain. Just as he fell to his knees, the lightning struck the tree. This time it didn’t take just a branch. It shattered the tree just feet from the old man. He felt several large splinters penetrate his skin causing him to wince with pain. “I did it, father,” he whispered. “Damballah, creator of life, the rainbow serpent. I did it.”
The old man felt pain shoot up and down his left arm as he struggled to his feet and he feared this was the end. Just as it had fifty years earlier, fog was rising from the ground where his sperm had struck it. The last fog had awakened a dormant gene in the women of Coxville causing all the prepubescent girls and females babies born since to develop large full bosoms. The fog a 100 years earlier after Phineas Long ejaculated on it had awakened a dormant gene in the black men of the county causing the penises to reach their full potential. The fog 150 years ago had cursed the county when the slave Prospero Black, the embodiment of Zombi Damballah had ejaculated in death as he was hanged from this very oak when the residents of the Coxville plantation had lynched him for copulating with Phineas Cox’s two daughters, the innocent and beautiful, Betty and Samantha Cox.
This fog would change everything.
The pain in his arm grew worse. He clutched his heart struggling not to fall back to the wet ground. He didn’t even have the strength to pull his trousers back up. What would the Coxville Times’ headline say when he was found dead here in the morning? He watched the fog billow outwards, expecting his heart to burst at any moment and he was ready to die, for tonight he had fulfilled his family’s destiny.
The fog reached out to touch him and the pain in his arm stopped. His heart rate returned to normal. He sobbed with joy that Damballah had bestowed him with more time on his earth. But that was not Damballah’s only gift. The fog caressed then embraced his limply hanging penis. He felt his penis extend and grow as blood flowed into it and it took a lot of blood to swell a cock as big as his. The touch of the cold fog ran up and down his cock, almost as if it were masturbating him. His erections hadn’t been this hard and strong in years. The old man looked down on his erection with pride, even as his penis and soon entire body disappeared into the fog.
Willie Long, the principal of Coxville High, threw back his head so that the rain struck his face and laughed.
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No one else was out on this rain soaked night to witness the massive bolt of lightning that blasted the old oak tree to ruin at precisely midnight. The resulting thunder woke citizens of Coxville from their sleep and shook the foundations of many an old home.
The fog spread out around the town hall slowly moving down Main Street. It spread out engulfing the entire town, creeping into open windows, and touching every living thing. Within an hour the fog had spread to the surrounding developments, past Coxville High School, the African American neighborhood of Westside, and up the nearby hill on which the ancient Sisters of Mercy Convent sat. After several more hours, the fog was engulfing the smaller towns, farms,
and the city of Coxburg even moving across Lake Cox. By dawn the entire county was shrouded in fog. ********** September 25, 2009: The night when the shadow man came into the dreams of the sleeping women of Coxville. The day of the big game between the Coxville Cocks and the Bartown Beavers. The day that changed everything.
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Todd and Kitty had barely made it back inside the porch when the loud clap of thunder rattled the walls of the house. Some of the girls screamed and the partying teenagers laughed nervously. It was preciously midnight.
Kitty excused herself to go to the bathroom while Todd made a beeline for the white members of the football team. She sighed as she relieved herself. Beer tended to go right through her. Kitty stood and flushed the toilet. Someone knocked for her to hurry up. There was always a line to use the bathroom at a high school party involving teenagers and drinking. More important than her full bladdered classmates however, was her female need to make sure she was presentable. She tugged her short cutoff jean shorts to make sure her butt cheeks weren't sticking out. Her low-cut tank top was askew and she had to pull it up a little to make sure her bellybutton was visible. Kitty was on the short side at 5'3” and wore heeled sneakers to make her appear taller. Her small size and the fact that she constantly wore her blonde hair up in pig tails made her appear younger than eighteen. She smiled at the trim figure in the mirror. She was 34-22-36 with DD breasts already huge on her trim frame and still growing. She wished they'd stop, but knew she was destined to have her mother and grandmother's large GG racks after getting married and having Todd's children.
Kitty was about to return to the party when she noticed the strange glow coming from the bathroom window. She strained to see out into the darkness and when her eyes adjusted, she could see the rolling white wall of fog approaching the house. “Wow,” she whispered, never having seen fog this thick before.
She left the restroom to some groans of relief from the teens waiting in line, mostly girls as the boys just disappeared outside. She headed towards Todd and the team. Her cheerleader friends were nearby staring out a window.
“Where did this fog come from?” asked Miko. The full lipped Amerasian only had half her roots in Coxville. Her native father had met her Japanese mother while serving in the military on Okinawa.
“It’s like it came from nowhere.” Patty, the buxom redhead stepped out onto the screened porch and peered out into the night. “Thick as I’ve ever seen.” The mist came through the screen and left droplets of water on Patty’s face like she was covered in sheen of sweat.
“I’d better get going,” said Pamela. “If this fog gets any worse, nobody’s going anywhere.” Pamela was a standout beauty, unique because her C-cup breasts were on the small side for Coxville County, a product of her obsessive physical regimen.
Miko turned towards a group of white football players. The black players were nearby, but the two groups tended to self-segregate except during practice. Miko snapped her fingers in a zigzag pattern. “Boyfriends, it’s time to take us home.”
Kitty approached the group. “Y'all leaving?”
“Yeah girl, have you seen this weather.” Patty was a cheerful bouncy girl and her whole body jiggled when she talked. She was wearing a tight halter that showed off a bosom that rivaled Kitty’s mom’s and despite wearing a bra, Patty’s prominent nipples were clearly visible through the top. Nothing she did could hide her pointy knobs.
“Darn, I just got a full beer,” said Kitty, wishing she could go home with her friends, but Todd was responsible for her tonight. Kitty much preferred hanging out with her fellow cheerleaders for fun and conversation. Boys were only good for boy stuff and making out. Todd wouldn’t want to leave until the keg was tapped out. They were a close-knit group and only the studious Susan was missing out of her friends, as Susan preferred reading to socializing. “Be careful. Get plenty of rest and most importantly, “GO COCKS!”
“GO COCKS!” screamed, Miko, Pamela, and Patty as well as Stacy, the lone black cheerleader who was over with the group of black team members.
“I pity those poor Beavers,” laughed Miko. “The Cocks are gonna skin’em and wear ‘em for caps, Davy Crockett style.”
“Todd doesn’t think we can win,” said Kitty, shaking her head.
“Bummer,” said Pamela. “Gotta run. Love ya girl.” Pamela gave Kitty a side kiss on her cheek just before her boyfriend Brian came over to escort her out, followed by Patty‘s boyfriend Steve, both handsome strapping popular boys that played football with Todd.
A good deal of the rest of the party followed them wanting to get home before the fog got any worse. Kitty sipped her beer and watched the long stream of party goers file out. “I think we can win,” said a deep voice behind her. “I know we can win.”
Kitty spun around and found herself facing Samson West. The muscular black teen with the shaved head, sipped his beer and tried to stare in her eyes, but he kept sneaking glances at her chest. She didn’t like Samson, he was arrogant and cocky. Plus, he was Todd’s chief rival and would have been quarterback if it wasn’t for Todd though they did work well together as a team. Also, he tended to stare at her with an intensity that made her nervous. He’d never flirted with her though. That would have been too bold in a town that lynched blacks for talking to white women just a few decades past. “Todd doesn’t seem to think so,” she said, haughtily. Her boyfriend was never wrong about football.
“That’s why Samson should be da fuckin quarterback,” said a tall, dark skinned black man with muscles that rivaled Coach Black. LD was the subject of a lot of town gossip. His father also called LD had been popular among the black ladies in the colored part of town, knocking several up before abandoning his children and moving to L.A. to become a porn star. LD always kept his head covered with a cap or do-rag and never took off his sunglasses. A few teachers had tried to make him remove his shades, but they had backed down when they saw the angry glare from his eyes. “We’d of won last week’s game if it weren’t for tiny dick Todd.”
“That’s enough LD,” said Samson when Kitty gasped, staring wide eyed up at the giant black man. “Todd’s a good leader.” Samson winked at LD.
“We could do better,” replied LD. “You know what I’m saying? I gotta blow out of here, bro. Later.”
“Later. Let’s kick some Beaver ass tomorrow.” Samson pounded LD on his back.
Kitty tried to step around the two black men as LD left the party. She glanced back at Todd hoping he’d rescue her, but three of the other black players had cornered him. The white players had mostly left, but the black players always held back at parties, waiting to kick the keg or probably to do some looting when no one was looking, she thought, scornfully. Todd was tall, fit, and muscular, but the three blacks dwarfed him. Stubby was shorter then Todd, but he was very squat and looked bigger. He had a shaved head like Samson, but sported a full goatee. Max was as big and as dark as LD, but he sported long dreadlocks. Deon was the only fat one of the bunch. He was always eating and even now had a bag of Cheetos in his hand. His tee shirt was stained orange from his snack. They seemed to be arguing with Todd, occasionally pointing at Samson.
“I’ve watched the Beavers practice,” said Samson. “We can take them.”
Kitty looked up at the bald black teen. She drained her beer and felt the room spin a little. She really needed to get back home and in bed. “Todd lives and breathes football, Samson. If he says we can’t win, we can’t win.” She hiccoughed and quickly covered her mouth.
“I bet we can win.”
“I bet we can’t.” Kitty hiccoughed again.
The big black man shook his head. “You’d think he’d try harder. If you were giving me a blow job after each victory, I’d win every game.” Samson frowned. He was acting a little out of character and assumed he must have been drunker then he thought.
Kitty was looking at him in horror. “That bastard! He’s lying. I don’t do… He told you!”
“He told the entire football team why he couldn't party with us after our one sad victory of the year.”
“I’ll kill him.”
Samson laughed and grabbed her shoulders when she tried to move past him to go after Todd. “Hold on,” he said, staring into her eyes and then glancing down at her firm young breasts. Samson felt his cock stir. What he wouldn't give to fuck her. “I believe we were about to make a bet.”
“I’m not much for betting,” said Kitty, calming a little. “What did you have in mind?”
Samson ran through some ideas in his head, twenty bucks, a case of beer, or having Kitty do his homework, but when he opened his mouth to speak, he said, “I want what Todd gets.” Kitty looked just as shocked over what he had said as he did, but as the seconds ticked by, he began to feel more confident. “Yeah, I want a blow job from the cheerleading captain.” Kitty gasped angrily and tried to pull away, but Samson increased his grip on her shoulders. “Whatsa matter, not as confident that Todd knows as much about football as you thought? He says you’re a firstclass cocksucker.”
Kitty was furious, but she wasn’t sure if she were madder at Todd or Samson. “I can’t suck you off,” she said.
“Why not?”
Because you’re black, thought Kitty. Because you’re Todd’s rival. Because you’re a nigger. Because you’re an arrogant jerk. Because you're a Westside nigger. The races did not mingle in Coxville. “Because I’m Todd’s girlfriend,” she blurted out. “It wouldn't be right.”
“Then have some faith in him. Chicken.” Samson began flapping his arms and making clucking noises. “Chicken. Chicken. Bawk Bawk Bawk.”
“Alright,” she snapped. “Stop acting like a fool.”
“It’s a bet?”
“Yes, it’s a bet.” Her flabbergasted expression slowly left her face to be replaced by a snide grin. “But,” she added, “if Todd’s right and the Beavers win, you quit the team. Deal?” she asked, thinking he'd back out from this stupid bet.
Samson West reared back a little and released her shoulders. Kitty Summers was playing hardball. Football was all he had and his only hope of getting out of Coxville was a football scholarship. He looked down at the blue eyed blonde cheerleader with her fit body and big breasts, immediately deciding it would be worth the risk. “Deal,” he said.
Kitty looked a little surprised. She thought she’d had him. She didn’t want him off the team. He was every bit as responsible for winning their one game as Todd was. The Cocks needed him. “It’s a bet,” she muttered. If Todd was right and she’d never known him to be wrong predicting a
football game’s outcome, she was eliminating her boyfriend’s biggest rival. But if Samson was right, she’d have to put a black man’s nigger penis in her mouth. She shivered as if someone had just walked over her grave. “If you win the game, I’ll meet you in the locker room and suck your(gulp)… suck your penis, but if the Beavers win, you quit the team before the next game.”
Samson nodded just as Todd joined them. “What’s up?” asked Todd, staring back and forth between his black teammate and his girlfriend. He’d never seen them talking alone before.
“I was just telling Kitty here to cheer loudly tomorrow when we take down the Beavers,” said Samson looking at Kitty.
Todd sighed. “Well, let’s hope, but don’t forget, they’re undefeated.”
“They gotta lose some time.” Samson stepped back and patted Todd’s shoulder. “See ya tomorrow. I’m gonna go work out some plays with my boys.”
Todd watched Samson walk off. “I make the plays Samson. I’m still quarterback,” he called. Samson stopped in his tracks, but didn’t turn around and a second later he resumed walking towards the black players. Todd felt smug, secure that he had made his point to his rival before turning back to Kitty. “Ready to go? The keg’s kicked.”
“Take me home, please,” she replied, rubbing her temple.
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Miko Larson felt the strange mist caress her skin. It tingled where it touched her flesh making her skin damp and raising goosebumps on her yellowish hued skin. She found herself wishing she had worn more than the short flower printed sundress she’d chosen for the party. She waved bye to her friends and fellow cheerleaders, already having difficulty seeing them in the mist. Her boyfriend Lou came around and opened the door for her. “You think it’s safe to drive in this?” she asked him.
“I’ll go slow,” he replied. Lou was a fairly skilled running back for the Coxville Cocks, but he was second string. One of the black players had beaten him out of the first-string position this year. He leaned over and kissed Miko before starting the engine.
Being half Japanese, Miko was a unique looking beauty for Coxville County. Her mother, Amami was very attractive and had a typical Asian body, short and thin. Her breasts were a small, pert B-cup and that was after giving birth to Miko. In her wedding picture, her breasts looked barely A’s. Ironically, it was her small breast size that had attracted Miko’s father. Ted Larson had grown up surrounded by the bouncy buxom women of Coxville County and when he’d first laid eyes on the skinny Japanese women on Okinawa, he was instantly smitten with their freshness.
Lucky for Miko, she’d inherited her grandmother on her father’s side’s genes and grown large breasts for a half-Japanese woman. In a town and county where DD cup sizes were the norm and
E, EE’s, and even GG’s were somewhat common, Miko’s 32C’s allowed her to feel like she fit in better with her buxom friends. Plus, at only 5’ tall and 100 pounds, her breasts looked larger on her small body. Her full lips, exotic features, outgoing personality, and hot body made her one of the most popular girls in the High School.
“SHIT!” yelled Lou, swerving the car.
Miko grabbed the side of her seat, holding on as Lou avoided something in the road. “You all right?”
“Dammed deer,” he mumbled. “Can’t see a thing in this fog.”
“Be careful.”
“I AM!” he snapped at her. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” she replied. Miko could tell Lou was nervous. He was gripping the wheel tightly and when he removed one hand to wipe his brow, it was shaking. She hoped her friends would make it home safely. None of their boyfriends had much experience driving in weather like this having only had their licenses for a little over a year. Luckily, they arrived safely at the Larson family house and Miko could tell Lou’s nerves were completely shot. “Thanks,” she said, wrapping one dainty hand behind his neck and pulling his lips down on hers. They kissed passionately for half a minute, Lou’s hand coming down to rest on her bare knee, then working its way up her thigh and under the hem of her short dress. Miko reached down and moved his hand away. “It’s late,” she said apologetically. “Maybe tomorrow night after the game. If you win that is.”
“Deal,” said Lou, kissing her again.
Miko opened the door and the clammy mist hit her skin immediately. She shivered, hugging herself and running her hands up and down her arms. “Maybe you shouldn’t drive in this anymore,” she said, getting up out of the car.
“You might be right,” he told her. Not only were the driving conditions bad, but he had been drinking.
“Come on in and you can sleep on the couch.”
“And maybe sneak up to your room?” he asked, hopefully.
“Not ever, never, no way. My dad would kill you.” Miko led her boyfriend up to the front steps by his hands. She unlocked the front door and found her dad standing in the doorway, arms crossed, biceps bulging, semper fi tattooed on one arm with a frown on his face.
“You’re way past curfew young lady,” said her dad, gruffly.
“My fault sir,” interrupted Lou, gulping. Mr. Larson was still a hulking brute of a man. He was a
sharp contrast to his tiny wife and daughter. “It’s this fog, I had to drive real slow to keep Miko safe.”
Ted Larson snorted, but stepped out of the way and let the teenage couple come inside. He leaned out the door. “I’ll be damned, it’s thicker than an old nigger woman‘s white bush out there. Where did this fog come from?”
“It just rolled in fast out of nowhere, sir,” said Lou.
“Daddy, I don’t want Lou driving home in this weather. Can he stay on the couch?”
Ted glowered at his daughter and her boyfriend until Lou gulped again. Lou did live on the far side of town. “He stays downstairs, you stay upstairs,” he told his daughter.
“Of course, daddy,” replied Miko. “Let me get you a pillow and a blanket.”
Ted Larson supervised his daughter preparing the couch for her boyfriend. He then escorted Miko upstairs to her room before retiring to his bedroom. Amami was tossing and turning deep in the throes of some dream, whimpering, and moaning in her sleep. If Ted hadn’t known better, he’d have sworn his wife was having a sex dream.
Miko pulled her dress off over her head and brushed her teeth in only her bra and panties. She climbed under the covers with her big giant teddy bear. Lou had won it for her at the state fair back in July and she’d used it to cuddle with ever since. Miko was out like a light within five minutes.
The shadow man entered her dreams.
He pulled back the covers on her bed. Miko smiled invitingly, spreading her legs for him. He mounted her, his huge cock slipping deeper and deeper, penetrating her more than Lou ever could or ever would. The head of his mighty cock poked at the entrance to her womb. He hunched over her body, kissing her breasts, sucking her nipples between his teeth. Hair scratched her bare breasts and she could tell that the dark figure was bearded. He kissed up her young body, finding her lips, kissing her more hungrily then Lou, possessing her body and soul, and she came, humping her hips up into the thrusts of his big cock. His muscular arms grabbed her, rolling her over so that she was on top, riding his big cock to orgasm after orgasm. Miko had never been fucked like this. To her sex was disappointing, the flesh on flesh contact was fun, but the pleasure she got from sex with Lou was minimal. The dark man was different. This was what sex was all about. She rode his monster cock to orgasm after orgasm, his strong hands, squeezing her breasts. “CCUUMMIINNGG!” she cried.
Miko woke up. She looked down in surprise at her abused teddy bear. Her brownish nipples were so hard, they scraped against her bra. Her panties were soaking wet. The young woman had never been this horny before or had a dream quite like that. She rather liked it. She’d even ground her pussy into the teddy bear’s crotch, leaving a wet spot on the poor stuffed animal.
Three minutes later, Lou jumped with a start as Miko slid her hand into his pants. She put her finger up to her lips motioning for him to be quiet. Lou was a good-looking boy, short brown hair, parted at the side. He had a nice physique. A bit of a redneck, his family owned a tobacco farm, he liked shooting, hunting, and four wheeling, but he was kind to her. She fished his dick out, squeezing and fondling it. She felt it swell. It was about six inches long and skinny. She’d never understood why sex seemed like such a big deal. Sure, he felt good inside her, but he never lasted more than a few minutes. Barely enough time for her to start enjoying herself.
His dick had extended to full size, but it remained floppy, only semi-hard. Miko leaned over and took it in her mouth, sucking his penis deep, the head punching her uvula.
“Holy shit!” gasped Lou. This was a surprise. Miko had never sucked his prick before, despite much begging and pleading.
Miko sucked hard and fast. She paused long enough to say, “Why isn’t it getting hard?” She took him inside her mouth again. Two fingers were pushing against the cotton of her panty. Her fingers were eager to get inside and she wished, she’d removed her underwear. She wanted something inside her pussy. Finally, Lou turned completely hard, but just as she was about to quit and mount him, he ejaculated in her mouth. Miko pulled back in distaste, feeling his semen roll around on her tongue. She didn’t want to swallow it, but as long as she held him in her mouth, she could taste him and she didn’t like that either. She raced over to the nearby desk, yanked a tissue out of a box and spit his semen up into the tissue.
“That was awesome,” he groaned, stretching in pleasure on her couch. “Thank you.”
“Welcome,” she whispered. I hope you like it, she thought, because that’s the last blow job I’ll be giving. Disgusting!
“Sorry I had trouble,” Lou apologized. “I guess I’m a little scared your dad might catch us. Give me five minutes and I can go again,” he promised.
“No, you’re right,” said Miko smiling. “It’s almost dawn and you need to rest up for the game tonight.”
“If I even play,” Lou grumbled. “And if we even have a game.” An eerie whitish light shined behind every window in the house showing that the fog was still thick.
Miko blew Lou a kiss and headed back to the stairs, tiptoeing up them. She was still horny, but even if Lou could have gotten it up again, he couldn’t have lived up to her dream lover’s promises anyway. She crept past her parent’s room, pausing when she heard bed springs squeaking and moans. Yech, she thought, my parents are doing it. Amami whimpered suddenly from behind the door and to Miko it sounded more like a whimper of frustration then pleasure.
Miko crept back to her room. This time she stripped off her underwear before climbing into bed. She fell asleep, slowing massaging her clit with one finger, hoping that her dream lover would come back to entertain her.
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Patty groaned in her sleep. She was dreaming about her boyfriend Steve. He was nude, standing beside her bed, stroking his dick. It was hard, but seemed smaller than normal. In real life, his penis pushed seven inches, but in her dream, it was probably only five. Still, she wanted it, wanted it bad, her pussy was screaming for attention. Patty sat up and kneeled on her bed while Steve looked on. Patty was wearing lacy green underwear. She loved green, it was her favorite color and went well with her red hair. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. As her tits came into view, Steve’s eyes grew wide with shock and he came, his little penis shooting several drops of semen on the floor as it bucked out of control.
Steve had done the same in real life the first time he saw her tits and often ever since. Premature ejaculation was common whenever she got nude around him. When he finally took her virginity, she had been in uniform, hiding her body except for her flat belly with its pin pierced navel and he had finally broken her hymen under her cheerleader skirt. Even then, he hadn’t lasted more than four strokes before filling his double layered condom. Steve seemed to have a supernatural awe of her body. At 5’9”, Patty was the tallest cheerleader on the squad and one of the tallest girls in Coxville High. Her body was an amazing 36EE-24-36 and poor Steve simply couldn’t handle it. He’d even cum once just seeing her in her bikini. Her hair was long, reddish blonde and reached to the tops of her ample bosom. It cascaded outwards from her neck and long red bangs covered her forehead, but left her piercing green eyes visible. Patty’s big breasts and full ass made her jiggly and she appeared a little chubby, fat even under bulky clothes, but she was only 135lbs.
Dream Patty laughed at her boyfriend and his face turned red. She ran her hands up to her breasts, hefting the pale white bosom and squeezing soft pinkish nipples. Steve turned hard again, but she was not for him tonight. Patty leaned forward and got on all fours. Her big breasts dangled all the way down to her bedspread. Her dream lover climbed on the bed behind her. Her green panty had disappeared as he brought his huge cock up to her hungry pussy. Patty gasped as her unknown dark lover pushed his huge cock inside her and Patty pushed back. Finally, she had the kind of cock she’d always craved, big and hard, and one that wouldn’t cum just from the sight of her naked. Finally, she had a real man fucking her. This was a man who might make her cum. He fucked her hard and long, her massive breasts swaying like udders underneath her. Patty glanced at Steve. He was sitting at his school desk, little penis still in hand, still stroking it though it was soft and several drops of semen glistened in the light. He looked sad and dejected, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she got the fucking of her life.
Patty cried out her joy to her dream lover. She talked dirty to him, telling him things she’d never tell a real lover, saying dirty words, she’d never used in real life. He seemed to fuck her for hours, finally thrusting his mighty cock through her cervix and hosing her womb with gallons of semen. “I’M CUMM-”
Patty jerked and woke up. Her head came up off her pillow, gasping for air. No, no, she thought frantically, she’d woken up too soon. She rolled off her stomach and on her side, trying to fall back asleep, hoping to start the dream over. She’d never had a dream that hot.
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Pamela ground her pussy down into Brian’s penis wishing it could go deeper. She leaned down passionately kissing her boyfriend. After leaving the party, Brian had driven her home, taking it slow and safe through the fog. They’d parked in front of Pam’s house and moved to the back seat to make out. Making out had turned into making love. Pam’s top was off as were her panties and she was sitting in Brian’s lap slowly moving up and down wearing nothing but a short skirt.
Both Brian and Pamela were finding this to be an almost mystical experience. They were parked less then a hundred feel from Pam’s house, yet couldn’t see a thing. Brian’s car was enveloped in a wall of white. The fog embraced and encased his car making the young lovers feel like they were the only two people in the world. As much as they both were enjoying it, Pam was disappointed in one fact. She wished Brian were someone else. Or to be more specific, she wished Brian was Todd, the Cock‘s quarterback, Kitty‘s boyfriend. She had a huge crush on Todd ever since she’d first laid eyes on him in 1st grade. They’d even gone out twice when they were both fifteen, but Todd belonged to Kitty Summers. They were so much the perfect Coxville couple, that Pam knew they would be getting married within a few years with her watching on enviously with her fellow bridesmaids.
Brian leaned down and sucked one of Pam’s pert little nipples into his mouth. Her breasts were small for Coxville, conical B-cups, but they were beautiful. He loved her breasts, but often wished they were larger and it was partially her fault. Two years ago, before they were dating, Pam’s breasts had been larger, a full C-cup and they had been that way for years, almost since puberty. At sixteen, she had decided to become a triathlete. Local health nut, Sammy Spitzman had helped her workout, designing an exercise regimen tailored to Pam and Mrs. Swallows, the high school nurse had gladly provided Pam with diet tips. Pam ran, swam, and biked daily, sculpting, and working every muscle of her body yet remaining soft and feminine though her breasts had shrunk a cup size. Breakfast and lunch was one of Nurse Swallow’s protein shakes and after that came a sensible dinner.
Pam’s hips were slightly bigger than her chest. Her skin was smooth, tanned, and flawless. She could easily have been a model with her good looks. Her eyes were blue, almost gray. She kept her hair short, neck length, hanging just under her chin. Pam often combed one side back while letting the other side hang down around her cheek.
Brian gave a little whimper and she felt his penis jerk inside her. Pam kept riding him. She wondered if Brian had been Todd, would he have lasted longer? Could Todd have given her an orgasm? Would Todd penetrate her deeper? In her mind, she believed all these things to be true. She believed that right now Kitty Summers was probably screaming like a whore underneath her boyfriend as his thrusting cock got her off again and again. Pam would be lying underneath Todd every night if they were dating. Brian whimpered and squirmed beneath her. His prick had shriveled and become sensitive as she continued to bounce in his lap. Pam sighed and dismounted.
“Can we do this again tomorrow night?” asked Brian.
Pam kissed him on the cheek. She moved her lips to his ear and whispered, “Beat the Beavers tomorrow and I’ll do whatever you want.”
Brian gulped. “Even what Kitty does for Todd?”
Pam smiled and winked. “Even that,” she replied. Pam had never sucked Brian’s penis even though he had practically begged her to. He’d even blurted out about how Todd had bragged that Kitty gave him a blow job after every win which meant he had gotten one blow job. Pamela hadn’t responded, but thought that if you were Todd I’d give you a blow job whenever you wanted one.
Pam stepped out of the car, feeling the cold fog tingling on her bare skin as she pulled her top back on, letting her bra and panty hang from one fist. Her parents were early risers and she knew they’d be fast asleep at this time of night. Brian came out with his pants still around his ankles. He pulled the condom off and tossed it into a drainage grate beside his car. He kissed her again before climbing into the driver’s seat and reclining it so that he could sleep until morning in hopes the fog would clear up. Both knew from experience that Pamela’s parents wouldn’t let him stay inside the house overnight.
Pam entered her house and crept upstairs to her bedroom. Pam sighed a little frustrated that Brian didn’t last longer. She was fond of him and if he had been able to satisfy her more, she might have forgotten all about Todd. Pam climbed into her bed and was soon fast asleep. No sooner had she entered the rapid eye movement of sleeping, then she felt her legs being yanked open and soon she was being fucked by a cock that did fill her up and did last long. Finally, here was a cock that could satisfy her. Her shadowy dream lover made her forget all about Brian and even about Todd.
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Susan sat at her desk reading Uncle Tom’s Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe for a book report. She made notes in a notepad with a freshly sharpened pencil. Her desk was in her bedroom under a window that faced her backyard. She’d set this up as her personal work space for studying. She looked out her window almost into complete darkness. A distant light from her neighbor’s house, illuminated the fog somewhat giving it a whitish glow, though she couldn’t see the light or even her neighbor’s house. The window could be a distraction from her studies and Susan didn’t like distractions. She considered moving her desk away from the window and into the corner of her room somewhere, but she liked the fresh air. She flipped the latch and lifted the window open halfway. Tendrils of mist crept into her room through the screen. She touched one tendril, shivering before closing the window again. The fog felt unnaturally cold.
Susan had skipped tonight’s party as she usually did and for many reasons, she didn’t approve of drinking, she didn’t like crowds, and she didn’t like it that the black students would be there mixing with the whites. She might have gone to the party if her boyfriend wanted to, but he was from Bartown and played for the Beavers. He played Samson West’s position and she was sure that the stupid bald-headed nigger would have picked a fight with her boyfriend. Tomorrow, she
wouldn’t know who to root for, deciding to cheer on the Cocks, but knowing that the Beavers already had the game locked up.
It was late and Susan was tired. She removed her glasses and set them down on the desk before turning out the light. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she realized the fog wasn’t as dark as it had seemed. Outside light sources gave it an eerie glow. The fog was so thick, she doubted if there would even be a game tomorrow night. Not that she minded, she had a calculus test to study for and would be happy skipping the game altogether. She didn’t even want to be a cheerleader except that she had been friends with Kitty Summers since kindergarten and her mom had been a cheerleader, encouraging her to participate in something team oriented.
Susan stood up from the desk. The room was lit enough she could see her reflection in the mirror. Her body was stunning, rivaling Kitty’s and her breasts at 32DDD garnered her as much attention as Patty or even Nurse Swallows. She liked her figure, but hated the attention it brought her. She’d devoured books on psychology and human behavior. As long as she had a body like this, men wouldn’t take her seriously. She’d be big boobs and no brains. Susan had taken to wearing bulky sweaters and shapeless clothing. Boys found her pretty enough, but the bulky clothes, pushed out by her huge breasts made her look obese and she enjoyed her little secret, feeling like she was a super hero with a secret identity.
Then came the skimpy midriff baring cheerleader uniforms that Principle Long had picked out for the team despite Coach Summer’s objections. Bare belly uniforms were the trend and Kitty’s mom lost the argument even though she put up a good fight. Of course, most of the cheerleaders could have cared less and liked showing off their bodies to the boys. Susan’s first appearance at a game had caused quite a stir as none of the boys at her school had any idea the body she’d been hiding under her clothes. Plus, with her brown hair down and her contacts in, Susan had gone from pretty librarian to hot sexy stripper. She’d gotten dozens of requests for dates many from boys who’d been rude to her before and she finally gave in to a hunky guy from Bartown who’d been in the stands spying on his rival team’s plays. Tom was good looking, built, driven and studious. It was love at first date. Susan had been saving her virginity for marriage, but by the third date she was in bed with Tom. It hadn’t been that interesting then or even since, but she kept putting out for him to keep him happy and interested in her.
Susan let her hair down off the top of her head and shook the tangles out. She was wearing a tight sport’s bra to keep her big breasts from moving around too much. Pink boxer shorts covered her firm ass. Despite keeping her body hidden, Susan was actually quite vain. Above her navel was a six pack of well defined abdominal muscles that had also surprised the boys seeing her belly for the first time. Susan sat down on her carpet and started doing the 150 sit-ups that she did nightly. Her obsession with keeping her tummy flat and fit derived from her vanity and the fact that her mother had a beer gut. Otherwise, her mother’s body resembled Susan’s in every way except that her mom’s breasts had moved further South. Her mom wasn’t really fat except for the fact that her belly stuck out as far as her breasts and the area under her navel was covered with ugly stretch marks. Much of it came from having three daughters, but Susan wasn’t taking any chances.
Susan finished her workout and laid on her back on the floor, staring at the ceiling while she
caught her breath. She stood up and did fifty toe touches before deciding she was exhausted. At least it wasn’t thundering anymore. One massive boom precisely at midnight had snapped her back into reality from a world where the misunderstood Simon Legree was ordering slave Tom whipped. The thunderclap was so massive Susan had jumped in her chair, but the thunder had been mild since.
Susan climbed into bed and snuggled under the covers. Even though sleep interrupted her study time and she wished she didn’t need as much rest, soon she was fast asleep and being fucked doggy style in the middle of a cotton field. Niggers were working the fields around her. Luckily, the cotton was high and she was on all fours. They couldn’t see her, but they could see the man fucking her. She looked over her shoulder, but he was just a dark shadowy presence. “Stop, the niggers will see us,” she pleaded, but the man didn’t stop. Susan saw movement on her left. Two buxom blonde women were approaching her hand in hand from a building that looked like the Coxville City Hall. They were dressed as nineteenth century Southern belles. They gasped and giggled when the saw Susan. Pointing at her until all the niggers working the field came to see what they were pointing at. “Stop,” she begged the man inside her. He was unnaturally huge and Susan felt stuffed full of cock meat. “The niggers are watching. Oh gawd! Don’t stop. Fuck me! FUCK ME!” she begged suddenly loving the man's bull sized cock.
One of the blonde belles leaned over to the other and loudly said, “I told ya so Betty. I told ya that nigger was hung like a bull.”
Susan was about to cum for the first time. Just as the orgasm was breaking, the implications of what the woman had said, hit her. And then she was cumming even though the man fucking her was a NIGGER!
“Just look at that nigger woman taking that big nigger cock,” said the blonde.
Susan woke up in shock staring at her white hands afraid they'd turned black. She was soaked as if a fever had broken, but the wettest area was between her legs. Her nipples were as hard as rocks, sensitive where they poked out the tight bra. “Stupid book,” she muttered before trying to fall back asleep, but almost afraid of what she might dream if she did.
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Samson West enjoyed fucking in the mist. Stacy Brown was lying spread-eagled and nude on the hood of his car while he pounded his foot-long cock into her brown pussy. The mist cooled their overheated black skin. Damn, Stacy was fine, he thought looking down at her. Stacy had a pretty oval shaped head, a moon shaped bubble butt and some big ass Coxville titties. After making the bet with Kitty, Samson found his cock hard and ready for some action. He felt damned fucking lucky that Stacy had agreed to let him drive her home. “Taking Stacy home” was a euphemism for fucking the shit out of her and it felt good to fuck the shit out of the hottest teen in the Westside. Not to mention sticking it to the Principals’ granddaughter.
Stacy Brown was the only black girl on the cheerleading squad. It was an accepted theory that Jenny Summers had only let her on the squad so that the Cocks’ cheerleaders could have some
token color. Stacy was an excellent cheerleader and served the squad well. The little cheerleading clique that Kitty led never let her into their close-knit circle, but they did work well with Stacy. Of course, Stacy didn’t give a shit. All she really liked was fucking. She was the only cheerleader on birth control because she didn’t like her men wearing condoms. The reason Stacy never really broke through the circle of friends was because she was an outright horny little slut who at some point over the last year had slept with every black member of the football team and that included fat Deon. In the spirit of team unity, Kitty and the others ignored her slutty behavior although Susan could be openly hostile.
Samson looked down at the hot black girl. Stacy was such a good fuck. The best! As he stared in awe at her hot brown body, it started morphing. Stacy’s straightened black hair turned blonde and pig tailed. Her brown eyes turned blue and her face shortened becoming less oval and more rounded. Dark nipples became pink, black hairy bush turned blonde. Her skin lightened. “Gonna fuck that white pussy good,” he growled.
“WHAT!” cried Stacy.
“Here it cums, Kitty,” said Samson.
“Get the fuck off me,” shouted Stacy. She leaned up to push his hard-muscled chest off her. Stacy pulled herself further up the hood of the car trying to escape the still thrusting cock that she loved so much. His cock plopped out of her pussy and leaped upwards.
“What da fuck?”
“You just called me Kitty, asshole,” cried Stacy slipping off the hood and reaching into his car to grab her clothes.
“So?” asked Samson, grabbing his aching cock. He’d been so close. “Come on bitch, don’t leave me hanging?”
“Finish yourself off, jerk.” Stacy was already half dressed and getting in the passenger seat of his car.
Samson turned away from his car and quickly stroked off his big cock. His heavy balls swiftly emptied their large load, sending enough semen to fill half a 12oz can into the nearby grass. Where his hot sperm struck the dew-covered grass, small wisps of steam floated up to mingle with the fog. Samson grumbled as he dressed and climbed into the car beside a silent and angry Stacy. He’d just fucked up big time with the most dependable piece of ass in Coxville.
He drove her home in silence
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