The Coxville Curse 3

The Coxville Curse 3

Copyright 2016 by Stormbringer

Note: The following is based upon scripts I wrote for the Pit at www.johnpersons.com known as “The Two Hot Blondes” series. It uses characters created by the Pit, Rabies T Lagomorph, and Stormbringer. This story is not based on any comic script, but various events are based on pinups by The Pit. At this point, the Coxville universe is growing larger and larger with multiple authors and artists telling their stories set in this universe. Like a real comics universe it’s becoming hard to tell what is canon and what isn’t, but that’s alright, everyone has the right to tell their own stories as far as I’m concerned.

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 2 by Stormbringer

The Coxville Curse 3 by Stormbringer

The Housewives of Coxville County by Otaku-Ogre

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October 16, 2009: Friday, the night after the pool party

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Jenny turned left.

Jenny Summers couldn't help herself as she turned the car in the direction of Coach Black's home. She was going to do it. She was going to cheat on Harold again. “Just fuck him and get him out of your system,” she told the reflection of her eyes in the rear-view mirror. “Then it's back to Harold and being a good wife and mother,” she said. “No more Coach Black and his big black cock.” Her mind pictured Black in the shower, opening the towel and showing her his black cock for the first time. Jenny's tongue flickered out over her lips. She was laying on the floor of the shower watching him guide that huge cock between the formerly monogamous folds of her white pussy. Jenny's nipples popped out, her foot pressing down harder on the gas pedal to speed her to her destination.

Jenny had never been to his place before, but she knew the condominium complex. It didn't take her long to spot his car. She'd sucked his cock in it while he drove her to the Coxburg mall. She pulled up at the curb a few condos down from Black's place. She didn't want anyone who might recognize her car seeing it in his driveway. Jenny got out of her car, her legs were shaking with lust for the black monster cock waiting for her on the second floor of the condo. She wanted it in her pussy and ass again. No, not wanted, needed it and this was just hours after having Samson in her pussy and Stubby fuck her ass in her pool. Their cocks had felt so good too. What would she do when they came around looking for some more action from her? Was she capable of turning them down?

Jenny's health class covered addiction and she knew the signs. She was here to fuck Coach Black for the last time before returning to her boring married life with Harold, but that would only feed her addiction. One last time, then I'll quit reasoned many an addict. Most likely hooking up with the Coach again would only make things worse. The smart thing would be to remove herself from temptation, do like Harold suggested and leave Coxville, but her feet kept moving towards his condominium. All she had to do was stop walking, but she didn’t.

His condo was near the Westside, but mostly white with a few blacks that had made it to middle class. The ground floor consisted of a garage while the second floor was reached by some stairs while the third floor housed the bedrooms. She started climbing the stairs. As she neared the second-floor deck she could see into the backyard of the next condo. A black man was sitting in a lawn chair by a fire pit that lit up the backyard as the sun was nearly down. What surprised her was that a white woman was in his lap, her head turned passionately kissing the man. He appeared older, fifties and gray, but powerfully built. The girl was young and wearing a bikini. The man appeared to be feeling the girl’s breasts through her top. Jenny paused halfway up the steps and couldn't help staring. The black man's hands came around to her waist, one moving down, slipping under her panties. The girl's extremely long hair was hanging over one shoulder and reminded her of one of her students, Maria Dietrich who'd graduated a couple of years ago. She'd been a from a Mennonite family and her mom, Melinda, was active in the PTA.

Jenny took another couple steps upwards, still staring. Another couple came out of the condo towards the fire. A white woman kissing a black man. This was a younger black man, Tice Harris, a former student from four years ago. A troublemaker, he got suspended for selling weed and never graduated. Come to think of it, the older man was most definitely his father. Tice had his hands on the bikini bottoms of the white woman whose legs were wrapped around his waist while they kissed as he carried her to the fire. Her hair was as long as the younger girl, but had hints of white in it. As she watched, Tice dropped the woman who walked over to a cooler to retrieve a beer. Jenny couldn't believe her eyes as the woman flipped her hair behind her showing off a buxom body in a bikini as small as the one Jenny had worn at her pool earlier. The woman was Melinda Dietrich!

Jenny had heard some gossip from Sammy Spitzman just last week that Melinda and her husband were divorcing after 25 years of marriage. Jenny wasn't too familiar with Mennonites but was pretty sure they couldn't wear bikinis or get divorced except when the cause was... adultery.

The older black man noticed her staring and broke the kiss with the younger woman. She turned her head and caught Jenny's eye. It was Maria Dietrich, her former student and Melinda's daughter. Maria smiled at her, waved before she continued kissing Mr. Harris. Harris raised a hand and gave Jenny a thumb’s up. Tice looked up at the stairs. “Hey Coach Summers, looking good? Tell Coach Black we said hi.”

Jenny turned away and raced the rest of the way up the stairs. She heard laughter from the fire pit. When she glanced back, Tice had tied Melinda's hands behind her back with her own hair. She was kneeling and leaning forwards trying to pull his shorts down with her mouth. Jenny knocked on Black's door but couldn't turn away. Maria climbed off Mr. Harris and pulled him towards the house by his shorts while he drained the last swig of a beer. She heard footsteps coming to the door but knocked again. Melinda had the end of Tice's shorts in her mouth and was trying to undo the button. Jenny wondered what his cock looked like and felt frozen in place waiting for him to reveal it. She wanted to see it.

“Forgot your key?” asked Coach opening the door. “Jenny?”

Jenny jumped a little turning her attention away from the backyard just as it appeared Melinda had gotten the tip of Tice's zipper between her teeth and was pulling it down. “Ah. Coach, can I come in?”

A cocky grin appeared on his face. “Of course,” he said, stepping aside.

Jenny entered the living room, looking around. It was simply and sparsely furnished. The kitchen was clean. The living room had a couch and chair facing a large screen TV. A football game was playing. The only real decorations were a couple of trophies on a shelf and his framed jersey from when he played professional football. Stairs divided the two rooms, stairs that led up to his bedroom.

“You alright?” he asked. “You look distraught.”

“May I sit down?” she asked, walking over to the couch after he nodded. Jenny sat, a tremble going through her body when she watched his eyes stare at her legs when she crossed them. She was wearing a short white skirt that left her legs bare. Her top was a button down black blouse, that left gaps between the buttons. His eyes moved up to the gaps and rested on her cleavage. Few men could stare her in the face when she talked with them. “Harold and I had a fight.”

“Over what?”

Jenny fought back tears. “He caught me cheating on you.”

Black raised an eyebrow and looked up from her breasts to stare her in the eyes. “You mean cheating on him?”

“Oh, yes, of course,” she said. Kitty had pointed out the same flaw in her reasoning. “I was in the pool with Stubby and...”

“STUBBY!” Black came over and sat beside her. “You fucked Stubby?”

Jenny leaned her head on his shoulder when he put his muscular arm around her. “Well technically he was fucking my ass. I had sex with Samson earlier and...”

“SAMSON! Jenny, he's your daughter's boyfriend.” The nigga did it, thought Black, proudly. “You could get fired for that,” he warned, but he was lying. Long would never fire her. Black stroked her lovely blonde hair. “Maybe you should start from the beginning,” he said.

Jenny sobbed and told Black about the pool party earlier that day. About how her original intention was to chaperon the teenagers and keep things from getting out of hand. He listened raptly, interrupting whenever he wished for more detail about how his football studs had fucked the cheerleaders. “Yes, even Susan,” she replied at one query. “You don't seem upset?” she asked. “Honestly, as a morale building exercise I've never seen my girls and your boys working together so well.”

“I'm not upset at all,” said the Coach smugly. “Boys will be boys after all. Kitty though, she shouldn't be disrespecting you like that.”

“I did cheat on her father and sleep with her boyfriend. Coach, I don't know what came over me. I couldn't stop Samson from... I didn't want to stop him. His cock is gorgeous, and he left me so sore that when Stubby tried to fuck me I asked for it in my ass. They're students and I had sex with two men and...”

“Let’s go upstairs.” Black held his hand out and she took it.

Jenny followed him upstairs, glancing at a picture on the wall of the Coach and his brother Richard from high school, both in football jerseys and giving the photographer the thumbs up. She wasn’t sure which was the Coach and which one was Richard. He led her to his bedroom. The room was sparsely furnished. A poster of his football team from his pro days was on the wall, framed and signed by his teammates. A few more trophies were on shelves. The bed was a large king and only had a sheet pulled back. He closed the door to reveal a large mirror on the back. He turned her around to look at herself in the mirror. “Just this weekend,” she whispered. “Then I'm going back to Harold.”

Black smirked. He reached around from behind and started undoing the buttons on her blouse. She trembled a little staring at her reflection as his strong black hands skillfully stripped her top off. “Harold's a wimp and a loser,” he whispered in her ear.

“He's a good man. A good husband and a good father.”

“Is he a good lover?” Black kissed her neck and she immediately moaned without answering. He unhooked her bra and the giant globes of arguably the most luscious pair of tits in Coxville sprang free from their confinement. Black reached around and cupped her tits, pinching her already hard nipples. She whimpered and stared at his black hands on her white breasts in the mirror. “Look at this body Jenny, it's too hot for one man. It needs to be shared.”

“Yessss,” she mewled as one meaty hand slid down her belly. His fingers easily undid the button on her skirt and his hand slipped down under her panty and over her blonde pubes. Jenny gasped when he found her wetness. One hand left her breast while the tips of his finger slowly worked around her clit. His hand returned, grabbing her wrist, pulling her hand back until she closed it over his rapidly swelling shaft. “Hmmmm... so big,” she gasped stroking it until it was as hard as steel.

“That black cock owns you Jenny,” he said in her ear before licking her lobe. “You're hooked on the dark meat now. Any nigga that whips his cock out can have you.”

“No,” she groaned, leaning back into him, still stroking his cock. “Just you. Your black cock owns me, and you can have me whenever you want.” Jenny spun around, missing his finger as it slid out of her panty. She wiggled her hips as she pushed off her skirt and panty.

Black pulled his tight tee shirt of his head. “What if I cut you off? You'd be panting like a bitch in heat for the first nigga that came along.”

Jenny smirked and stepped up. She placed her hand on his hard chest, marveling at his musculature. Black was truly a black Adonis. She surprised him by pushing him back until he almost tripped over his shorts. He stopped at the bed. Jenny stepped forwards again and kneeled. She pulled his shorts and underwear down around his ankles. “I don't think you could cut me off,” she told him before kissing the tip of his cock. “You're hooked on this white pussy as much as it's hooked on your dark meat.” Jenny opened wide and took the head in her mouth.

“Hmm, you may have a point,” he said as her tongue twirled around the head. Black sat down on the bed while Jenny Summers went to town on his meat. “Damn gurl. You suck cock like you were born to it,” he grunted. He watched her for a while before laying back on the bed. Coach Black closed his eyes and just enjoyed one of the best blow jobs of his life. Jenny had turned into a skilled cocksucker, a person that truly enjoyed the act of cock worship.

Jenny was desperate to taste his seed. She'd had both her pussy and her ass satisfied at Kitty's impromptu pool party earlier, but it had been awhile since she'd gotten a bellyful of hot black cum. She was desperate to get fucked by Black's huge cock again too. Luckily, he was such a stud that he would be filling that craving quickly after filling her belly. She bobbed her head fast before bending his cock down some so that she could look up his muscular body at him. The Coach was grabbing the sheets groaning, his ass lifting slightly to hump her mouth. Jenny needed a breather and pulled back. His hard slab of cock fell back on his stomach like a felled redwood tree. He lifted his head a little and looked down at her with a 'what gives' expression. Jenny just winked back and bent down to kiss each of his huge nuts. His testicles were so big she had to heft one in each hand, lifting them up so that she could lick the underside of his balls just above the anus. Her tongue wiggled around licking up along the scrotal raphe, the line along his scrotum between the nuts. Black's cock smacked his stomach several times as it bucked wildly in its need to cum. Jenny flattened her tongue moving it up the raphe flickering left and right over each baseball sized testicle before she reached the base of his cock. She moved forwards licking up his shaft while it remained against his stomach. When she reached the tip, she bent her head down and swallowed his cock, lifting the huge shaft back upright as she sat back on her heels and returned to deep throating him. The poor man couldn't hold back any longer and with one hard bucking spasm in her throat, her empty belly suddenly filled with hot liquid pudding.

Jenny pulled back quickly for it was the taste she was addicted to. More strong jets of sperm shot down her throat, coated her uvula with cum, and finally filled her mouth with his hot delicious seed. She moaned contentedly and gulped it down as fast as he could ejaculate it, stroking his shaft to make sure she got every drop. Finally satisfied, she let it slam back against his stomach and smiled at him. Black smiled back, but he was looking past her towards the door to his room. Jenny frowned and turned her head.

The black woman had already stripped her clothes off and was unhooking her bra. Jenny's eyes widened in horror even as a dark-skinned rack as large as Jenny's GG cups sprang free from the restricting bra. The woman smiled evilly at her. “Well fuck me, it's miss prim and proper Jenny Cox. White girl likes the black meat now. Gobbling that nigga cock down like a black woman.”

Jenny's eyes watched the white panty pull down revealing the black woman's shaved dark mound before her eyes moved up the stunning body to the face of Shondra Martinique.

“SHIT!” said Jenny.

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Willy long fully intended to ravish Candace the second he got home, but upon entering the house, the first thing that hit him was the smell of her cooking.

The old black man strolled into the dining room and froze. “God Dambal... I love you!”

Candy gasped. “I... I love you too!” She threw herself into his arms, his black hands coming around to squeeze her plump ass cheeks through the skimpy panties. Her huge breasts pressing into his chest to the point her nipples were pushed down into her tit flesh. “I love you too,” she said again, realizing how true it was. They kissed, and she could feel the hard steel of his giant cock pressing into her belly through his pants.

They broke their passionate kiss and Long looked down lustfully at the woman. “You know I'm only going to rip that off you?” The sight that had greeted him was the stunning Candace Cox wearing only a sheer red nighty and red panties. Her magnificent breasts were bare beneath the sheer red material. Furthermore, she had been setting a plate in his spot down on the table. Steam was still rising from the pork chops covered in stewed tomatoes with steamed carrots and a baked potato to compliment the meat. The only way life could get any better than a half-naked white woman serving him a home cooked meal would be to have a football game playing on the television.

Candy was still in his arms, staring up at him lovingly when he saw tears suddenly welling up in her eyes. “Wha...what have I done?” she gasped, pulling back out of his arms, crying steadily now.

“What's wrong honey?” he asked, taking her shoulders in his hands to hold her steady. He removed one hand when she wouldn't look up at him. He touched her chin and moved her head up to stare into her eyes. “What's wrong?”

“I…” Candy tried to avert her gaze from his, but he held her firm. “I... I'm so sorry, Willie. I...”

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“There was this nice old man at the home and I... I jerked his cock off.”

Willie laughed and bent to kiss her. “That's it? I gave you permission to make those old men happy.” He kissed her again before sitting down at the table.

“You're really not mad?” She was dazed while she walked over to get her plate and join him.

“Not at all. Tell me all about it.”

“It's just so unusual. Marvin got jealous if another man so much as stared at me and back in my day, I got lots of stares from men.”

“You still do Candace.”

Candy smiled and sat down to eat. “His name is George Holmes. Nice fella. I helped him urinate in a bed pan and he... he got erect. Told me had hadn't had an erection in fifteen years and had suddenly started getting them every day but couldn't take care of it himself because of his arthritis.

Willie smiled. Damballah be praised, he thought. It looked like his old cock wasn’t the only one reinvigorated by the fog. “Did he have a nice sized cock?”

Willie watched as Candy's tongue slowly emerged from her mouth to lick her lips, hungrily. “Yeah, it was nice. Not as long as yours, but thick. Uncircumcised and hard enough you could hammer a nail in with it. Marvin, may he rest in peace, never got as hard as this old man and Mr.

Holmes must be pushing ninety.”

“Did you make him happy?”

Candy smiled and nodded. “I left him very happy and I promised him that I'd use my breasts to get him off next time.”

“The term is titty fuck.”

Candy nodded and stabbed a carrot with her fork. “You really don't mind?” She put the carrot in her mouth and chewed slowly.

“For the last time Candy. Make those old men happy. Sharing your body with them is the compassionate thing to do.” Long cut off a piece of pork chop and chewed it with his eyes closed, savoring the taste of her cooking. “You probably don't remember, but when we first met all those years ago, I had a friend on the CB with the handle of Kielbasa.”

“I vaguely recall you calling someone for help.”

“He's in the rest home. It would make me very happy if you showed him a little extra compassion too.”

Candy smiled at Willie Long. He wasn't much to look at, but he'd become more attractive in her eyes every day she'd spent with him. “That's a lot of compassion for one woman to show to all those men. I'm going to need some help or be too tired to show you any compassion at home.”

Willie sat up and slid his plate away. “Hmmmm,” he said. “I can't have that. I'll see what I can do about finding you some more volunteers to keep the compassion flowing here at home.” Willie smirked, ideas for “volunteers” already coming to mind. “That was delicious. What's for dessert?”

“Give me five minutes and come upstairs,” she said leaping to her feet. She bent down to kiss the

top of his bald pate before running off.

“I'll get the dishes and be right up.” Willie long cleaned the plates off and filled the dishwasher. Candy would wait on him hand and foot if he'd asked, but he'd been alone for so long, he was used to cleaning up after himself.

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Winter 1991

“Come on,” said Jenny, watching Ivy stand on her toes to kiss George Swallows. She couldn't help being a little bit jealous. George was the handsome and fit captain of the basketball team. He was a bit too hirsute for her tastes and Ivana called him her honey bear. She seemed to like his hairy chest. It was an impressive chest, more impressive then Jenny Cox's older college aged boyfriend Harold Summers. Harold wasn't overweight, but there was no musculature on his body. At least he wasn't hairy, nothing on his chest and even at 21 his hairline was receding some. George Swallows winked at his girlfriend and swatted her butt when she spun around. She smacked back at him playfully. There is a man that will never let himself go, thought Jenny watching George walk over to the vending machines to pay for a soda and a candy bar.

“Let’s hit the showers,” said Ivana, bouncing in her cheerleading uniform into the locker room.

Ivy and Jenny were the most popular, hottest girls in a high school filled with hot girls. They strolled over to their lockers and Jenny began pulling her uniform off. Jenny usually edged out Ivana in most things. Jenny had been homecoming queen (Ivy had come in second), Miss Dairy two years in a row (Ivy had been third and second runner up), and head football cheerleader (Ivy was currently head basketball cheerleader which was less prestigious, but Jenny had secretly let her get it).

Ivy reached up to the top shelf of her locker for a towel and Jenny watched her top ride up above her navel. Principal Long's new uniforms were shorter than normal. The skirts had receded several inches and the tops were now all too small to reach the tops of the skirts, showing off all the girls lower abdominals and their belly buttons when the jumped. Jenny sighed. If Principal Long had his way, it wouldn't be long until the cheerleader's entire midriffs were on display.

Jenny sighed when she unhooked her bra, her breasts springing free. They were somewhere between a DD and a EE and just kept growing. They even looked bigger today than they had a couple of weeks ago. Cox women's breasts tended to grow another cup size during pregnancy and Jenny vowed she'd put that off for as long as possible, not wanting her breasts to grow as big as her mothers. She heard Ivy sigh also and glanced up to see the dark-haired woman pulling off her bra. Coxville breasts were not meant to be confined. “Congratulations by the way,” said Ivy, slipping out of her skirt.

“Thanks. Are you coming?”

“You couldn't keep me away,” said Ivana smiling at her. Her eye twitched a little as she stared at Jenny's nude body. “Should I start calling you Miss USA now or stick with our state and call you Miss...”

“I'm not Miss USA yet,” interrupted Jenny, holding her hand over her abdomen and frowning.

“You okay?”

“Fine,” said Jenny. “It's just my stomach has been queasy a lot lately.”

“Hope you're not pregnant,” said Ivana with a wink. “You'd have to drop out of the pageant.”

“Of course not,” replied Jenny, a little tartly. “You haven't even started nursing school and already you're diagnosing me.” Jenny frowned, her period WAS late. There was no way she was pregnant. She'd only had sex once and you can't get pregnant your first time. Plus, Harold had used a condom, but it had been loose on his penis and fell off inside her. He'd had to fish around for it and pull it out of her vagina. She hadn't noticed any semen in the receptacle but then it was red from her virgin's blood. Plus, she'd given him hand jobs and knew there were only a few drops of white fluid when males ejaculated. His semen could easily have been hidden in the rubber.

Jenny let her pig tails down and wrapped a towel around her nude body. The two best friends headed towards the showers. The showers were already running, and steam was coming out. “Oops, forgot my shampoo,” said Ivana. “I'll be right back.”

Jenny nodded and threw her towel over the bar. She entered the shower, freezing in shock. Shondra Martinique was leaning against the shower wall between two shower heads. A white woman was kneeling at her feet, face buried in Shondra's vagina. Two other black girls flanked Shondra watching the white girl go down on their leader. “Munch on that black pussy, white bitch,” growled Shondra. “Gonna squirt in yo mouth, bitch.” This caused Jenny to gasp causing everyone to look at her. The white girl turned and looked horrified. It was Melissa Lynch one of her cheerleading squad mates and the future mother of Kitty's friend Susan. The buxom brunette tried to cover the jiggly body that was nearly identical to her future daughter's amazing form. Melissa scurried on the floor over to the corner of the showers. “Get her,” growled Shondra.

Jenny stood frozen as the two black women ran across the wet floor and grabbed her arms. One was Yolanda, an older student who'd dropped out to have a baby named Hercules rumored to be fathered by Ajax West. Her belly was already bulging as another baby was growing in it. Shondra was pretty much the school bully and had shaken down both Jenny and Ivana for money before. There were rumors about women who couldn't purchase protection from Shondra, paying her off some other way and Jenny wondered if that was what Melissa had been doing. It hadn't looked like she was being forced. Shondra’s posse had once been a lot bigger, but every month another black woman dropped out to have a baby. Teen pregnancies among black women had been called an epidemic by the board of education. The highest in the state, maybe the country.

The black women's grips tightened on Jenny's arms as they pulled her over to their leader. “On your knees, bitch,” ordered Shondra. Jenny fell to her knees and found herself staring at the bushy black hairs that covered Shondra's pubic mound. Doesn't she ever trim that thing, thought Jenny. “Never thought I'd have miss prim and proper Jenny Cox staring at my black pussy,” said Shondra. “I think I like it.” The black woman spread her legs apart and lifted her hips. “I was just about to squirt in Smellissa's mouth when you fuckin interrupted us. Now I'm gonna squirt in yo mouth, Jenny Cox.”

Jenny had been staring up between Shondra's big black Coxville tits and at her dark face looking down at her. The black woman didn't look mean at all, she was looking down at Jenny lustfully. Yolanda's pushed Jenny’s head to look down Shondra's body until her eyes fell on the hairy pussy now exposed to her eyes. Jenny stared. She'd never gotten this close of a view of a woman's vagina before. Shondra's lady parts were all engorged from Melissa's oral attentions. The clitoris and labia were all aroused and swollen, different shades of black and brown. Her arousal formed a drop on her clit and it fell off as Jenny watched, but her eyes didn't follow it down. Her eyes were frozen on Shondra's glistening black pussy. She strangely wasn't repulsed by it for it was quite beautiful in a way. Jenny's tongue wet her lips even as Yolanda's hand started pushing her head closer towards the inviting black pussy. Jenny's lips parted as they approached, her tongue coming out just as...

FWEET!       FWEET!

Everybody jumped at the sound of the gym whistle. Coach Quigley let the whistle fall from her mouth. Quigley was a heavy butch lesbian type and the gym teacher. She wasn't from Coxville of course but was dating a stunning Coxville lipstick lesbian and moved here to be with her. She didn't put up with any nonsense and soon was pulling Shondra roughly by the arm out of the shower. Quigley tapped her foot, watching the black girl’s get dressed.

Jenny slowly stood and followed, trembling a little. Ivy stood just outside the shower and covered Jenny's body with her towel. “You okay?” she whispered. Jenny slowly nodded her head still traumatized by what had almost happened. Quigley tried to march them all to Long's office, but Yolanda just gave her the finger and left school, never coming back. The coach wouldn't let go of the struggling Shondra to go after Yolanda. The other black girl just shrugged and followed them to the principal. Jenny and Ivy silently dressed while Melissa sobbed on a bench nearby.

Shondra had gotten expelled, Yolanda officially dropped out while the other girl just got a short suspension. Long kept most of it quiet. Jenny's parent's Candy and Marvin never found out and Jenny made a pact with Melissa and Ivy to keep it quiet. Later they heard rumors that Shondra had at least five white girls that regularly serviced her pussy.

Jenny never saw Shondra after that and the incident would have been forgotten but for the dreams. Jenny had trouble falling asleep the night of the incident, but when she did, she dreamed of a hairy black pussy. In her dream they were alone and never got interrupted. Shondra stroked her hair and kept her promise to squirt in her mouth. Jenny looked up her lovely black body gulping down the black woman's orgasm. That was the night, she discovered pleasing herself and she'd had her first orgasm thinking about going down on Shondra's black pussy.

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The old black man loosened his tie as he climbed the stairs. His cock had stayed hard through dinner. Willie was starting to wonder if his newly invigorated cock was even capable of going down without cumming. Luckily, he wouldn't need to find out with the lovely Candace Cox waiting for him upstairs and the freshly converted Bobbie Sue Kindle available to take care of his needs at school. And come Monday, his harem was about to double.

Willie was unbuttoning his shirt when he entered the bedroom. “Dessert is served,” said Candy from the bed.

“Oh my,” gasped Willie. He wondered if she'd seen the movie, Varsity Blues. Candy had removed the nighty and was laying nude on the bed except she wasn't nude. Her breasts and pubic mound were covered in whipped cream. The cream on her mound was a perfect upside-down triangle. On the tips of each breast were little cones of cream topped by a maraschino cherry. As a bonus and knowing he had a fetish for navels, she'd filled her belly with another cherry and surrounded it by some more cream. “This is the best-looking desert I've ever seen,” he said approaching the bed. He let his shirt fall to the floor and dropped his pants. She stared as his hard cock flopped out with the same look of awe that she'd had in her eyes the first time she'd seen it. “You look amazing.”

Candy stretched sinuously and slowly parted her legs to show him her glistening pussy. “I feel amazing, never better. I've lost fifteen pounds since we got toge... since I started fucking your big black cock, master.” She stretched erotically, making her breasts jiggle while raising her hips up into the imaginary thrusts of his cock.

Willie knelt at the foot of the bed and bent down to kiss the inside of her ankle, slowly kissing up the inside of her leg. She had lost weight and he could tell. She'd had some stretch marks on her thighs, but they had faded and were almost gone. She still had some extra ass flesh, but it was sexy hot, and he thought the womanly bulge under her belly button was sexy too. Other parts of her were tightening up she had less crow's feet around her eyes. All Coxville women had genes that made them look younger, but Candy was looking more like Jenny's older sister then mother and no one outside of Coxville County would have believed this women had an eighteen year old granddaughter.

Long kissed her knee and the inside of her thigh. He stared at her slit as he approached it with his mouth. It glistened with arousal, her clit was already engorged. Her belly rose and fell above the whipped cream pubic hair as her arousal grew. She jerked and shuddered when his tongue wiggled around her asshole before sliding upwards between the folds of her pussy lips. It flickered over her clit and then licked the cream off the tip of her pubic mound. Long dove into her pussy, his tongue shooting deep inside her. Candy shuddered and came. “I swear your tongue feels bigger then my late husband's penis,” she gasped.

Long's fingers slipped into Candy's hot pussy while he sucked her clit between his lips causing her hips to buck up hard as she came again. He let her settle down, continuing to finger her while licking the cream of her pelvis and to his delight, he found she'd entirely shaved her mound. This bare pussy is sexy as fuck, he thought licking her pussy clean of the whipped cream. He slowly moved his fingers around in her while his kisses moved up her abdomen. His tongue slowly licked around her navel, lapping up every bit of cream before finally bringing his lips down over her belly button and sucking the cherry into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed the cherry, giving her belly button a kiss before moving his mouth up.

Long needed his hands to hold himself over her as he continued up her body, so he quit fingering her. It didn't matter, she'd have something bigger in her soon. He alternated licking and kissing his way up over her ribs to the underside of her giant breasts. His cock was so long that the head started probing the folds of her pussy even as he started licking the cream off around her nipple. Candy's hips raised up into him as he slid inside her. Long sucked the next cherry into his mouth, chewing and dribbling juice down on to the hard nipple hiding beneath it. He licked the juice up, flickering his tongue over her nipple before sucking the engorged teat into his mouth. Candy writhed beneath him, moaning as he sucked her tit and his cock worked deeper into her. He moved over to the next breast, doing the same for it and she came a third time when that juicy nipple was sucked hard past his lips. “Oh god I love you,” she gasped as he laid over her and began a slow steady fucking. Long and Candy kissed passionately with her sucking his lower lip into her mouth every time his enormous cock brought off another orgasm. Finally, he buried his cock deep, the huge black snake bucking as one of his voluminous loads of seed flooded her womb. The big cock jerked five times, shooting jet after jet of hot semen into Candy, her hot pussy continuously contracting in orgasm around the huge shaft until the last bit of his seed had entered her.

Candy moaned in contentment, wiggling her hips around his shaft playfully. “God, I love you,” she said again.

“I love you too,” he replied, and he meant it. She was an incredible woman and they'd grown close since he'd moved in. In a normal world, Willie Long could see himself living monogamously with this amazing woman, but his world was not normal and he answered to a higher power. Long slowly withdrew his spent sinuous cock from her and she rolled off the bed. Long turned over on his back and listened to her shower. The contented woman hummed while she washed herself.

Long had almost drifted off to sleep when she returned. “Stand up, please,” she asked.

Willie blinked away the sleep, sitting up and rising off the bed. He looked at her quizzically.

“I haven't had my dessert,” she informed him, falling to her knees. His spent cock started swelling as she knelt before it, plumping up more when she touched it, and turning fully hard when her white hand began stroking the thick shaft. When it was fully hard, Candy's hand appeared over his shaft holding the whipped cream can upside down. There was a spraying sound and cool cream hit the base of his cock running up the length of his shaft like she was squirting mustard on the world's biggest hot dog. She sprayed a little more on his big cock head, tossing the empty can aside when she was done. “I'm gonna suck up every drop,” she promised, and Willie had no doubt that she'd succeed.

Candy's tongue tickled the underside of his cock head before swirling around the crown to clean

the cream off it. Once the head was clean, she slurped it into her mouth and began sucking. Long watched her head bob as inch by inch of his enormous cock disappeared down her throat. She only sucked off a little cream with most of it piling up on her upper lip and nose. The lovely older woman pulled back whenever it built up to lick the whipped cream off her upper lip. She returned to his cock and sucked some more down her throat until every bit of his shaft was licked clean and she turned to jerking the base off with both hands while bobbing her head as rapidly as she could over the tip. Long groaned and threw his head back. “Here's some more cream for ya,” he said just as the head of his cock exploded.

“Mmmmph,” grunted Candy as her throat expanded and his cock started pumping her belly full of sperm. She started to choke and pulled back far enough that the head left her throat and filled her mouth with sperm. She gulped but wasn't fast enough and lost control as she gagged. Long's cock flew free of her mouth and blasted her face with his hot sperm. She pulled his cock down and took several more loads over her tits while she gasped for air.

“You alright,” he asked?

“I'm fine,” she said, licking up the sperm around her lips. “I should have eaten a lighter dinner that's all. You filled my belly up.” Candy and Long had developed a routine where she gave him a blow job every morning while he ate breakfast. The most important meal of the day for her was a belly full of his copious semen. She often remained full through lunch and Candy attributed her morning “protein shakes” for her weight loss. She even had more energy during the day now then she had when she ate a light breakfast with several cups of coffee.

“How was your dessert?”

“Not that great,” she told him truthfully. She then added before he got mad, “Your cock has a natural taste and a musky scent that's very... masculine. I much prefer it “au naturale” then covered up by the cream.” Candy stood and Long watched with an amused grin as her hands moved over her cheeks and the sides of her eyes, rubbing his sperm into her skin before moving down to her chest and breasts. Her nipples were hard nubs as she flickered his sperm over them, kneading his cum into her breasts. Her actions were very erotic, and it seemed like she wasn't even aware she was doing it in front of him. Long's spent cock actually swelled up a little watching her. “You know, blow jobs are just something we do because men love getting them. Women don't enjoy putting dicks in our mouths, but yours is different. I like sucking it. Your sperm tastes good too.” Candy brought her finger tips up to her mouth and started licking his sperm off them before realizing what she was doing, her cheeks going red with embarrassment. She turned and went to take another shower.

“Oh, by the way,” called Long watching her shadowy form move behind the shower curtain. “I need to drive to New Orleans tomorrow.”

Candy pulled the curtain open far enough he could see her glistening wet naked body and his cock stirred. “What for? Want me to come with you? That's a long drive.”

“Just some business I need to take care of and thanks for the offer, but you're working tomorrow at the home. I'll be back sometime Sunday, probably late, but hopefully before dinner if I get an early enough start.”

“Wow! I'll miss you,” she said, looking a little stunned. She let the curtain close. Candy had gotten used to having him in her bed beside her and his cock somewhere inside her several times a day. The thought of having an empty bed again made her sad.

Long pulled the curtain open again and joined her in the shower. She looked down lustfully at his rejuvenated cock. “What?” he asked. “You just looked so hot standing there in the shower,” he explained before lifting her up by the hips and bringing her pussy down over his shaft. She kissed his bald pate and then his forehead and finally his lips when she slid all the way down his shaft. Long turned around and braced the sexy grandmother against the wall of the shower as he started fucking her hard and steady, her legs wrapped around his hips. They kissed the whole time only pausing when she had to gasp from a powerful orgasm.

**********

“I had to go to night school to get my GED because of this little white bitch,” said Shondra.

Jenny stood up as Shondra walked over to face her. “I have to question your taste in women, Coach.”

“I agree,” said Shondra, looking Jenny's nude body up and down.

“Damn, it's like I'm looking at a negative mirror image,” said Black staring at the two nude women. Their bodies were nearly identical, same height and weight. Shondra's hair was straightened and the same length as Jenny's. Their breasts were both GG with matching areola and nipple length, but Jenny's nipples rose a little more proudly while the black woman's pointed down. Shondra's ass thrust out and up farther and higher then Jenny's. “God I love Coxville,” he grunted, shaking his head.

“What's this slut doing here?” asked Jenny. “Coach... COACH!

Black forced himself to look up from the two women's bodies. “We been fuck buddies for a long time. Hey gurl, don't look at me like that, you're married, and my junk needs a lot of action.”

“Yeah, you is the one cheating on your husband and you is calling me a slut.” Shondra reached out and pinched one of Jenny's hard nipples.

Jenny gasped at the spasm of pleasure that spread out from her pussy. “What are you doing?” Jenny gasped when Shondra's other hand came up to squeeze her other breast. “Stop.”

Shondra looked down between Jenny's feet at the growing pool of arousal forming on the floor from her dripping pussy. “Why? I think you like it.” The black woman lowered her arms and stepped closer until their nipples pressed each other. She then grabbed Jenny's hips and pulled her in hard.

Jenny felt her breasts mash into Shondra's, her lips parted automatically as they kissed. Shondra's tongue pushed into Jenny's mouth. She tried to push it out with her tongue, but instead found her tongue dancing with her old high school bully's tongue. Shondra's hands slid around her back and squeezed her ass cheeks, pulling her tighter. Jenny could hear the black woman moaning, but the vibrations were in her own ears and she realized they were both moaning. Jenny raised her arms and grabbed Shondra's hips, sliding back to squeeze her dark-skinned ass.  The kiss turned passionate quickly, as passionate as she'd ever kissed the Coach.

Shondra walked her back and pushed her down on the bed. Jenny found herself seated and staring at Shondra's sexy brown belly. She leaned forwards and kissed the brown belly button, licking inside the navel. Shondra stepped back and Jenny's eyes fell on her bare pussy. It had been a hairy jungle back in high school but shaved smooth it was even more lovely then she remembered. “Okay Coach, let me see you integrate this white pussy,” said Shondra.”

“Gladly,” said Black, stepping forwards.

Jenny gasped when she saw his cock. It was swollen and huge, looking like it did when he came. Apparently watching two women kiss turned him on. He stepped closer as Shondra kneeled and took the swollen cock in her mouth, making loud slurping sounds as she sucked it about a third of the way down her throat. When she pulled back, it was her black hand that grabbed his cock and guided it between the folds of Jenny's pussy. “Tell me Jenny,” said Shondra, loosening her grip on the thick black shaft letting it push forwards through her hand. “This is better than any puny white boy's little dick.”

“Yessssss,” hissed Jenny. She lifted her hips into Black's cock, having her first orgasm as soon as his big cock pushed deeper then Harold's little penis could ever go.

Shondra laughed and released Coach's cock so he could push it balls deep making the wanton white woman tremble from a second orgasm. She reached out a delicate black hand to caress the soft mound of Jenny's left breast, tweaking the hard nipple before moving around behind Coach's back. Shondra watched the slick black shaft slowly moving in and out of the loveliest pink pussy, she'd ever seen. She licked her lips before sliding down behind the Coach's large muscular back.

Shondra kissed his hard ass cheek, even giving it a little bite before she spun around. He spread his legs apart and she scooted backwards under them. The Coach grabbed Jenny under the knees and pulled her back so that most of her ass was off the bed, pausing with half his cock in Jenny while Shondra suckled on one of his hairy balls. They were wet and dripping from Jenny's arousal and orgasmic fluids. Shondra moved her tongue up to the underside of his cock and he began pumping again running his cock over her tongue before pushing deep into Jenny. The white woman screamed again, a fresh wave of fluid trickling down the underside of his shaft, onto Shondra's tongue and into her mouth. Her second favorite meal and it had been awhile since she'd dined so well. She could barely wait for the hot pudding soon to come.

Jenny groaned in disappointment when Black let his entire cock pop out of her. He arched his back so that his cock aimed down, more of Jenny's arousal running down his shaft and into Shondra's mouth as she licked the tip of his cock. She nuzzled the tip of his cock up with her nose until the head was pointed between Jenny’s labia. He pushed it back into Jenny’s pussy. His heavy balls were starting to hit her hard in the chin and face so Shondra had to scoot back some. Both hands reached up, massaging his mighty testicles and she grinned when the huge black man moaned with pleasure.

Coach Black picked up speed after that with Shondra moving bending her head further back to keep her eyes under Jenny's buttocks as it felt like a steady rain of Jenny's arousal and orgasms was dripping all over her face and breasts. Coach Black grunted and buried his cock, holding it still. Jenny screamed and each testicle in Shondra's grip started to beat as if she were holding a heart in her hand. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out as a steady trickle of Jenny's pussy juices poured off his balls. He pulled back quickly and Shondra watched the huge black cock jerk upwards, his hand flying to the shaft and jerking it. His cock would be sending several strong wads to coat her face, belly, and breasts. In her experience, black men seemed torn between a need to pump all their seed into a woman's womb and the desire to mark their territory just as she was torn with equal desires to taste a man's cum or to have him seeding her pussy and to a lesser extent, filling her ass with sperm. Luckily the local black male could handle all three in one session.

Shondra waited several seconds, neck arched, head up, and mouth open before the steady white stream began pouring out of Jenny's pussy and into her mouth. She gulped it down as fast as her mouth filled. Jenny had the prettiest pussy, Shondra had ever seen and the blonde's womanly juices combined with Black's protein rich sperm was delectable.

Shondra waited until the stream turned to a trickle and then a drop before she quickly spun around and buried her face in Jenny's pussy. The blonde woman gasped and spasmed as Shondra's tongue wiggled between the folds of Jenny's well fucked pussy. My god, she gorgeous, thought the black woman looking up Jenny's undulating belly and between her heaving breasts much of her body slick with pools of sperm. She could see Jenny's parted lips, giving out soft little moans as she started writhing on the bed. Her hands clenched, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets, her crotch slowly lifting into Shondra's thrusting tongue. The black woman licked deep and then quickly sucked in. Jenny cried out, her orgasm releasing more sperm from her trapped womb to fill Shondra's mouth.

The black woman pushed herself up and climbed on top of Jenny's still writhing body. She held her face over Jenny's bringing her mouth slowly down and the blonde woman didn't hesitate parting her lips to kiss Shondra again, she even seemed eager to feel the black woman's lips on hers, but instead of kissing, Shondra's lips parted and Jenny's mouth filled with the Coach's sperm. She seemed startled at first, but as soon as the taste registered in her brain, she relaxed, swallowing it down, and then the two women started kissing.

Jenny Summers didn't know what had come over her. She wasn't attracted to women in the least but feeling a soft female body pressed against hers and soft feminine lips against her own sure felt good. Shondra jerked and seemed as startled as Jenny had been a few minutes earlier. The black woman's tongue slipped out of her mouth as she was pushed forwards. Shondra came back down kissing her again. Her eyes were slightly turned up in her head as Jenny stared into them. The woman was in extreme pleasure and Jenny immediately knew why. The Coach had filled her with his cock.

Shondra was being shoved forwards over Jenny's body before Black finally just had her get on all fours over Jenny. He grabbed her hips and held her still as he began fucking her hard and fast with his powerful cock. Shondra continued kissing Jenny before she suddenly gasped and arched her back thrusting her tits into Jenny's face. Jenny stared at the brown nipples for a moment before letting her tongue flicker over one and sucking the hard-elongated nipple between her lips. Shondra cried out as she orgasmed, but her cry quickly turned to a moan of disappointment just before Jenny suddenly thrust forwards on the bed. Now it was Shondra who stared into Jenny's ecstasy filled eyes as the Coach fucked the blonde white woman. She held herself over Jenny and planted her dark lips on Jenny's pink nipples. “He's making me cum,” moaned the white woman before crying out in pleasure as she came and then she mewled with disappointment as his cock left the warm folds of her pussy.

Shondra moaned and began rocking above Jenny so fast her heavy breasts started slapping Jenny in the face like two    punching bags were beating her. Jenny squirmed beneath them, finally reaching up to grab the brown breasts to stop the onslaught. Shondra arched her back as Jenny guided the tip of one breast into her mouth. She cried out in pleasure and came again. This went on for close to half an hour, the coach fucking first one woman to orgasm and then the other. The Coach soon started grunting, pulling out of Jenny as she came and pushing deep into Shondra. He lost control pumping hard before burying it deep. His cock jerked filling her womb with a strong blast of sperm. “YESSSS!” screamed Shondra before Jenny watched her eyes fly open in alarm. “NO! PULL IT OUT NIGGA!” Despite yelling at him, her expression was one of disappointment when he yanked his squirting cock out of her reluctant pussy. She gazed down into Jenny's lovely face. The blonde was staring back at her in surprise just as a jet of white sperm fanned out over Jenny's face. Black's cock was between the two women, his seed hosing their bellies and breasts. Both women's foreheads bumped painfully as they jerked their chins down to their chests and opened their mouths each eager to taste him. A geyser of sperm exploded over their faces, some striking their tongues and entering their mouths so they could taste him again.

Shondra tried to rise, but to Jenny's surprise, she wrapped her arms around the black woman and pulled her down. They kissed again, their lips and tongues moving over each other’s faces and chins to lap up his sperm. The black woman wiggling over Jenny so that their bodies became slick as the Coach's cum turned watery.

Shondra slid down and licked Jenny's breasts clean, lost in the moment before her eyes flew open in alarm. “Fuck! You gotta get his cum outta me.” Shondra rolled off Jenny and Jenny rolled over and straddled her. Her lips started to clean the black woman's nipples, but Shondra grabbed her shoulders pushing her down. Jenny succumbed, but licked sperm off Shondra's breasts, belly button and bare crotch as she was pushed down. “Hurry, suck it outta me,” growled Shondra.

Jenny's found herself staring at the beautiful brown folds that had captivated her 18 years earlier. It was even more enticing then she remembered and even lovelier without the huge pussy afro she'd sported as a teen. Shondra raised her pussy up towards Jenny's mouth as Jenny's lips met it, her tongue tentatively flickering out to lick the folds of Shondra's brown labia.

Jenny didn't know what she was doing, but she knew what she had liked and soon her tongue was lapping rapidly at Shondra's pussy, Black's sperm pouring into her mouth. She gulped it down, gaining more confidence, attacking Shondra's pussy more lustfully. Shondra groaned when Jenny pushed two of her fingers in to the knuckle. Shondra's ass slowly lifted off the bed into Jenny's tongue and fingers. The black woman's body was trembling. “OH FUCK!” grunted Shondra, her pussy tightening up around Jenny's fingers. She closed her eyes just as Shondra's pussy sprayed her face with her orgasmic fluid. Shondra was a real squirter. Jenny didn't have time to wipe her eyes as a fresh wave of Coach Black's sperm began pouring into her mouth forced out by Shondra's powerful orgasm even as her contractions were sucking more of his sperm in deeper. Jenny didn't stop and Shondra had another strong orgasm quickly on the heels of the last, another spray of her cum coating Jenny's face, but this time there was just a full shot glass' worth of sperm flowing down Jenny's throat.

Jenny's jaw was starting to ache and Shondra seemed spent, so Jenny climbed up on the bed beside her. Black was standing beside the bed and Shondra was leaning over and sucking the head of his rejuvenated cock. She kissed the tip and bent the other way to kiss Jenny on the lips while stroking him. “Told ya I was gonna squirt in your mouth. I just didn't expect it to take 18 years. You're as good eatin black pussy as you are at sucking black cock.”

“Ah... thanks?” said Jenny hesitantly. “I... liked it.” Jenny reached over and caressed the black woman's breasts. Watching her white hand slide over Shondra's smooth brown skin was as sexy as watching her hands run over Black's hard chest. “Why were you so worried about him cumming in you?” she asked, curiously.

Shondra looked surprised. “Cause I already have three kids and I don't want no fucking twins. Dem Black boys are fertile mother fuckers and it's always twins.”

Jenny laughed. “The Coach had a vasectomy, silly. Didn't he tell you?”

Shondra laughed. “A Black getting snipped!” She turned back to look up at the Coach who winked down at her. “Damn! Why didn't you tell me?” she asked, winking back.

“I thought it would be fun to scare you,” said the Coach, pulling her head back down on his cock.

Jenny nodded knowingly. “He does like to play games. He likes telling me he's gonna put a black baby in my belly or knock up my white pussy.”

Shondra snorted over Black's cock. She pulled back and kissed the throbbing tip. “Well Jenny Cox, as reluctant as I am to give this up, I gotta get home to the kids. This big black fuck stick is all yours.”

“Hmmm, you're very generous,” purred Jenny, rolling on to all fours and crawling over to suck the Coach's cock while Shondra got up and started dressing.

Shondra didn't bother cleaning herself off before dressing. She watched the beautiful Jenny Cox Summers taking her favorite black dick deep down her throat. “She let you put it deep in her ass like I do Coach?”

Black snickered. He leaned over Jenny and spanked her ass. “Turn around, slut.” he ordered. Jenny complied presenting her ass to him. “She begged me to fuck her ass,” said Coach proudly.

“I wouldn't say I begged exactly,” said Jenny, panting in the end as her anus opened for the huge cock head. Her rectum was still stretched out from Stubby earlier and she took Black’s cock in fairly easily.

“Bitch is loving it,” said Shondra, shaking her head and watching in fascination as the black man began sodomizing the white woman. “I didn't know watching a black man fuck a white woman would be so sexy. The skin contrast is fucking hot.” Shondra was starting to get aroused again.

“Would you fuck a white man?” asked Jenny, grunting each time Black pushed his cock in deep.

Shondra opened the door to the bedroom. She turned to look at Jenny and shook her head. “Oh honey, there's no such thing,” she said, leaving.

**********

Bobbie Sue sent a quick text to her husband that she was on her way home from the library. The lovely blonde did a quick sweep of the tables and carpet looking for signs of Despre's semen, nodding her head satisfied that her cleaning job had gotten everything. She went to her desk and gathered her car keys. Her head was down, fumbling through her large bundle of keys for the library key while she opened the door and stepped outside. In a moment of clumsiness that would have made her sister proud, Bobbie Sue slammed into someone with a loud “UMPHH!” coming from her breasts.

“He he he,” said Melvin, stepping back. Her facial tick returned at the sound of his laughter. His fist was raised in a knocking position as he'd been just about to rap on the door to get her attention when she stepped through it. The fist moved over to his face and adjusted the thick black glasses on his nose as it had been knocked askew by her prodigious bosom. “He he he, hi Mrs. Kindle,” he said, unable to take his eyes of her breasts. The halter left little of her nipples to the imagination.

“Melvin! What are you doing here at this hour?” she asked.

It was weird seeing a black man blush, but his cheeks clearly turned darker. “I rode my bike here.”

Bobbie Sue glanced over at the bike rack and at the lone bicycle in it. It was a girl's adult bike with an embarrassing basket on the front with a flower design on it. She knew Melvin didn't have any money and would have bought him a real bicycle, but it wouldn't last long in the Westside of town where he lived. It would either be stolen, or some thug would bully it away from him. “That's a long ride Melvin.”

“I know. He he he. I was home studying when my testicles started aching and my penis started swelling. It really hurts Mrs. Kindle. I need to get off.” He reached down and squeezed his bulge. Her eyes followed.

“I see,” she replied. “I'm sorry, but I'm on my way home...” Her nipples popped out and began aching as much as Melvin's balls must be. “I just texted David that...” The faucet in her pussy turned on and started soaking her already crusty panties. “I can't right now...” Bobbie Sue had been completely sexually satisfied by Despre less than an hour ago and now within seconds was horny for black cock again. “I can't say no to that big black cock of yours Melvin. Of course, we can fuck,” she said, turning around and reentering the library.

“He he he,” giggled Melvin following her. “I've never seen you dressed so sexy,” he said, eyes sweeping up and down her body.

“Thank you,” she replied, pulling the halter over her head, freeing her giant conical breasts. She stood before him clad only in the form hugging yoga pants.

“I like your hair down,” he told her. She always wore it up on her head at work and school. Mrs. Kindle always looked like a sexy professional, but with her hair down and dressed like this, she looked like a sexy slut. Melvin pushed his pants down, sighing with relief as his hard cock sprang up from its confines.

Bobbie Sue wiggled out of the tight yoga pants and walked nude over to the table where she had so recently fucked the black priest of Damballah. She jumped up on the table and spread her legs open, staring hungrily at Melvin's bobbing cock even as he stared hungrily at her dripping pussy. She reached out and grabbed his massive shaft just as he stepped up to the table. “Here, let me put this where it belongs,” she told him, guiding his cock between the warm folds of her pussy. They both moaned as he pushed it inside.

Melvin worked his cock in and out, letting her arousal coat his shaft, pushing deeper as it became more lubricated. He leaned down and licked one of her nipples as he pushed his cock in all the way to the hilt. His sexy teacher shuddered beneath him as she came hard. Her cum soaked his balls and started dripping down to the carpet.

Bobbie Sue wrapped her legs around his hips and held him inside her. “He he he, I love being inside you,” he moaned. “He he he. He he he.” She pulled his face down to hers and shoved her tongue down his throat, kissing him both to say thank you for the wonderful orgasm and to stop his grating giggling.”

He kissed her back, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples with both hands until her pussy spasmed all around his shaft as she came again. Weak from the orgasm, she collapsed back down on the table.

Melvin stood up straight and cupped her knees under his scrawny arms. “Gonna fuck this white pussy good now,” he growled, pumping his shaft.

Bobbie Sue moaned, loving how sometimes he'd go all dominant male when he was fucking her. “Yes Melvin, fuck your white pussy good with your big black cock. Shit! Going to cum!” Bobbie Sue squirted so hard, her juices fanned out around his pumping shaft.

Melvin bucked his hips as fast as he could, watching his teacher squirm in ecstasy on the table. Her tits were heaving each time he sank his cock in balls deep. After every ten pumps of his shaft, her hips would slowly raise up off the table as she came again. The ache in his balls grew worse as he buried his cock, the first large shot of sperm filling her womb. “Take my seed, BITCH!” he grunted, working his cock around a few times, sending more strands of semen into her pussy. Mrs. Kindle screamed in orgasmic pleasure as he seeded her yet again.

Melvin held his cock in deep feeling it twitch several more times loosing more of his sperm into her fertile white womb. His cock turned soft and he slowly pulled it out. “Sorry about what I called you, Mrs. Kindle,” he apologized.

Bobbie Sue was staring at her belly. He'd emptied the entire load of both balls into her womb and her lower abdomen now looked bloated. She felt his spent cock fall loose from her pussy and her belly slowly contracted as his sperm rushed down her pussy to pour out in a steady stream to soak the carpet. “That's okay Melvin. You got caught up in the moment is all.” She forced herself to sit up and jump off the table. “I'm not a bitch though.”

“I know, Mrs. Kindle,” he said, holding his head down and looking like the meek nerd he was.

“I'd be a bitch if I didn't fuck you, but since I can't stop fucking you, that makes me a slut. Feel free to call me a slut.”

“You're a slut,” he said. “He he he.”

Bobbie Sue's eye tic returned as she walked to the bathroom, waddling as she cupped her hands under her leaking pussy. She tried to expel all she could over the toilet before collecting her cleaning kit once again and returning to the table. Melvin was laying on it nude, breathing heavily from his recent exertion. She knew he was mildly asthmatic, but thought it was mostly an excuse to get out of playing sports in gym class.

Bobbie Sue wiped up the large pool of sperm that had formed beneath their crotches and sprayed air freshener around it. Satisfied, she gathered up her clothes and pulled her yoga pants on. “You can leave your bike here if you want and I'll drive you home.” She walked over to her computer to check her emails one last time while pulling the halter on over her head. One intrigued her, and she clicked on it before adjusting her breasts in the top. “This is interesting Melvin.”

“What's that?” he asked, sitting up on the edge of the table. She glanced over at him. His cock was limp, but it was still swollen plump. It hung over the edge of the table like a foot-long spoiled banana.

“I just got an email from the Boston Public Library and it seems they have a Cox family diary in their archives.” She looked back at him. He was holding his cock, still huge, but it was limp in his hand as he held it. “Unfortunately, it's not available for circulation as it's in their historical reference section.”

She took her eyes of the text and gulped as her gaze fell on his cock. He was stroking his shaft and it was hardening up. “Looks like I'm going to Boston,” she said, not taking her eyes off his cock. “Melvin, what are you doing?”

“I need my cock sucked,” he told her jumping off the table.

“Melvin, it's late and I need to go home...”

“I said I need my cock sucked... SLUT.” he told her.

She shuddered with her need for more of his big black cock. “Of course, Melvin,” she replied, her lust growing as she watched his bobbing cock approaching her. Bobbie Sue took her eyes off it long enough to pull the halter off over her head. She bent forwards meeting his cock head with her lips and kissed it before taking him in her mouth. She worked her mouth along the end, slurping around the head and several inches beyond.

Melvin reached down and brushed some of her long blonde hair out of her face. He kept his hand on her head and began guiding her up and down his shaft. Melvin added a second hand and took over fucking her face, grunting as she sucked him. The act of sex sometimes brought out the dominant black male in Melvin and she loved it when he acted manly. “Fuuuuuuck!” he growled. “Suck that black cock, slut.”

Bobbie Sue trembled in lust, her pussy leaking arousal again. He pushed her head back and she froze with just his plump cock head in her mouth. He tried to pull her forward, pushing his cock at the same time, but she resisted, and the little geek actually growled in anger. Her teeth came down on the shaft just under the flair of his cock head. He froze and released her head. Bobbie Sue pulled back, keeping her mouth wrapped tightly around his head forcing Melvin to take several steps forward. As he stepped between her legs, she arched her back and enveloped his hard-black shaft with her bosom, relaxing her teeth. Melvin growled again and started slipping his cock back and forth through her breasts. “That's it Melvin, fuck my slut titties with your big black cock.”

“Fuck yeah,” he growled again. His hands came down and took over squeezing her breasts around his shaft. His hot teacher bent her chin down and opened her mouth, so his cock head could push into her mouth each time he shoved forwards through her tits. Her tongue twirled all around his cock head each time he entered her mouth and sometimes her held still while she licked his cock head like a lollipop.

Bobbie Sue looked up lovingly at the scrawny black teen as he titty fucked her. Sweat had appeared on his forehead. She squirmed in her chair, pushing her pussy down against her seat. He'd positioned his hands on her breasts perfectly so that he could squeeze her hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The little nerd was skillfully twirling, rubbing, and pinching her nipples to the point, Bobbie Sue was forced to slide one hand down underneath her yoga pants until her finger found her wet pussy. It slid inside her, rubbing her clit rapidly.

Melvin was grunting and squinting, his cheeks turned darker as he strained. She looked down and saw his giant cock head pushing up through her breasts. It had turned an angry dark purple and swollen even larger. The urethra opened. Bobbie Sue closed her eyes just as a blast of semen peppered her face and then the head was in her mouth, still cumming and she could taste his delicious sperm even as her own fingers brought her off to orgasm. Semen hit her forehead, nose, and cheeks again. She gulped his cum down before the head reentered her mouth, a powerful strand of sperm striking the back of her throat before her mouth was empty and a spray of cum covered her lips and chin. The head thrust forwards, but just to her lips, her mouth half filling with his seed which she rolled around on her tongue before gulping down. His cock continued to cum, but now it was flowing out around the head like lava from a volcano, flowing down his shaft to coat her breasts and nipple with even more of his youthful black seed. Bobbie Sue had continued cumming with each spurt of his cock and when he was finally done, she pulled her soaked hand from out of her pants, panting with relief as she wiped the sperm from her eyes with her dry hand.

“Wow,” said Melvin stepping back.

His cock fell over to stick straight out from his crotch. It was at its apex. The point where it was at its hardest and most swollen while cumming just before it began to deflate. She stared at it in awe and just as she thought it was about to shrink, it gave one last jerk, shooting a strand of semen from her yoga pants, over her navel, between her breasts, and stopping on her chin. It made several more spasms, dribbling sperm out of the head before the beast finally began to hang downwards. “Wow, yourself,” she replied. That last dying gasp of sperm was more than her husband had cum in all her years of marriage.

“He he he.”

Bobbie Sue's eye twitched. She stood and strolled back to the library's bathroom. She looked at her sperm covered face and body. As messy an inconvenience as it was, she loved being covered in a black man's sperm. Bobbie Sue reached down and hefted one of her large conical breast, lifting it up until she could reach the nipple with her. Her tongue flickered out, lapping up the sperm from her nipple. She did the same with her other breast. Some of the other large concentrations of sperm, she scooped up with her finger and licked it off. She washed off the rest with a wet towel.

When Bobbie Sue returned with her cleaning kit, Melvin was dressed and browsing through the astronomy section of the library even though he had read every book there by this point. He'd blown his load mostly on her so cleaning it up didn't take too long. She returned her kit back to the restroom and walked back to her desk, retrieving her halter, and pulling it over her head.

There were three messages from David on her phone wanting to know where she was. The last was in all caps indicating he was worried. She texted back that she'd gotten distracted and lost track of time. Her husband would understand, he'd realized he was married to the hardest working woman in Coxville a long time ago. “Come on Melvin,” she called. “I'll drive you home.”

They left, Bobbie Sue locking the library door behind them. “By the way, Mrs. Kindle,” said Melvin. “Where's your cross?”

Her hand reached up to where her cross normally hung from her neck. It was in her purse. “The chain broke,” she responded, thinking of the powerful priest of Damballah ripping it from her neck. Melvin just nodded not really caring. Her car was in the side parking lot.

As they walked past it, neither noticed the smudged outline of Bobbie Sue's body on the window of the library.

**********

10/17/09 Saturday

**********

Candy held the throbbing cock head tightly with her lips. It strained to jerk wildly as it pumped its hot seed into her hungry mouth. She relaxed her throat letting his delicious sperm slide down her throat to fill her belly. Willy Long had the most scrumptiously addictive semen she'd ever tasted, and it had been her daily breakfast for the last week. Tomorrow would be her first morning without it.

“Slow down there sexy, you done drained those old balls dry,” he told her.

Candy opened her eyes and looked down the massive shaft. Her hands were pumping it furiously trying to make sure every last drop had been drained from his 18” black pipe. She moaned and released the head, kissing it on the urethra. “You sure? Your loads never seem to lose any volume no matter how many times I drain them.”

“Well, they do fill back up quickly,” he replied with a grin. “We both need to get going.”

“You sure you don't want me to go with you?”

“We'll go away together some other time.”

Candy was nude as she stood and walked to her bathroom. “Somewhere we can be seen in public without so many horrified hate-filled stares.”

“That's most anywhere outside the County line, my love,” he replied. “Besides, I want you to show my old friend Kielbasa some love.”

“If you say so Willie,” said Candy, turning on the shower. She stepped under the hot water and found herself thinking about her strange circumstances. In one week, she'd hooked up with Willie Long, let him move in with her, told him she loved him, and often called him Master for he owned her body and her heart. Now he wanted to share her with other men and she would do anything he asked her to do. Of course, it didn't hurt that old George had such a nice big black cock and she assumed Kielbasa's would be impressive too like most black men apparently.

Candy lingered in the shower a little longer than necessary, hoping Willie would join her as he often did, but this time he left her alone. She exited the shower and dried off before brushing her teeth. Willie was packing when she came out of the shower. He was still nude. They usually stayed nude around each other. “Willie, are my breasts too big?”

Willie looked up from his suitcase. Candy was cupping her breasts and squeezing around the nipple area. He grinned. “You know they're perfect and I know what you're up to.”

Candy sucked her lower lip into her mouth and nodded her head towards his crotch. “And it's working.”

He looked down. His cock was hard and sticking straight out. “Dayumn,” he said. “Now I'm gonna be on the road for hours with a stiffy.”

“You don't have to be,” she purred. One hand left her breast and slid down her belly and over her pubes. Her finger started teasing her clitty.

“Why Candace Cox, I do believe you're insatiable.”

“And who's fault is that Willie Long?” she asked, nodding towards his cock.

Willie wanted nothing more than to fuck her right then and there, but he wanted as much sperm in his balls as possible when he arrived in New Orleans. “You're already going to be late for work,” he told her.

Candy pouted and stamped her foot, before walking over to the closet and selecting some clothes, dressing for her volunteer work at the retirement home. He was still nude when she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately at her front door. One hand left his neck and slid down to stroke his monster cock. “Just one more fuck,” she whispered in his ear.

“Tomorrow night,” he promised before spinning her around and spanking her ass as she walked out the door.

**********

Kat Jones didn't see her mom's car drive past her as she drove to the little Limburg farming area where her mom lived. She'd told Nathan she wasn't feeling well and was going to skip this afternoon's football game against the Tittsville Titans. She really wanted to go to the game but knew Hercules West would be there to watch his brother play and she hoped to avoid him when Nathan was around.

The problem was that she didn't want to avoid him at all when Nathan wasn't around. She wanted him now. She wanted him all the time and it wasn't just Herc and his big nigger cock, it was also her freaking mailman of all people. She'd taken to hiding her car in the garage whenever Amos was working his postal route. She wanted to fuck Amos again really bad, but the guilt was killing her. She needed to talk to someone soon and her mom instantly sprang to mind. She and Candy had always been close, and she could keep little secrets. Candace had even just nodded knowingly and took Kat down to the drug store to get birth control pills when Kat had confessed to being ready to lose her virginity. Candy never said anything to Kat’s dad.

Kat was going to admit to her mom that she had cheated on Nathan, but not that her lover had been a black man. That would destroy her mother. She just hoped her mom hadn't left for the game already.

The Cox family home was an old farmhouse in the middle of a field up a long drive. Candy and Marvin weren’t farmers, but leased the land out. This year's crop had already been harvested and Kat got a good view of the house she grew up in. There was a strange car in the driveway, but her mom was gone. Curious, Kat drove all the way up the drive though she assumed it was one of her mom's many friends and that her mom had driven the two of them to the game already.

Kat let herself in to her mother's home. There was no crime out here and Candy never locked her door. “HELLO,” she yelled. “MOM!” No one answered, but she could here movement upstairs and then someone on the steps. She walked into the living room and up the stairs, gasping in shock. “What the fuck!” she hissed as she watched her old high school principal coming down the steps nude with a towel wrapped around his waist like he was about take a shower. “Principal Long, what are you a doing here?” she asked. Her face had gone pale and her heart was beating rapidly.

“Mrs. Jones,” said Willie, smiling. “Well I guessed you would have found out sooner or later. Your mom and I have been seeing each other.”

“What the fuck!” she hissed again.

“Language Katherine,” he told her. “Your mom and I are a couple and I've been living here.”

Kat shook her head. “I don't believe you.” Her mom was as unlikely to date a nigger as Kat herself was...

“It's true and we have you to thank for it,” he said, pausing as her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. “We really hit it off at your barbecue last week.”

“Oh my god,” muttered Kat, swooning a little. Part of the problem was that she couldn't envision her mother with any man other than her father and the other part was that her mom was a nigger lover and Kat despised nigger lovers.

Willie had stopped several stairs up so that he towered over her. “Are you okay, Mrs. Jones? You look ill.”

“I just really needed to talk to my mom.”

“I'm afraid your mom has left for the afternoon.”

“Fine then. I guess I can catch her at the game.” Kat turned to leave.

“She's not there. She's volunteering at a retirement home. Is there something I can help you with?”

Her mom was working again and shacking up with a nigger! And Kat thought she knew everything about her mom's life. “No,” she said turning around to face the black man. Her eyes fell on the long tube-like bulge running down the entire length of the towel and it was a big towel. She gulped. It appeared her old pervert of a principal was hung like a horse. “J-just something I really needed to talk to my mom about. It's personal.”

“I am a trained guidance counselor, you know,” he reminded her. “I'm sure there's something I can do to... for you. I'm pretty sure there is something you need... badly.”

Kat gulped again. Despite her horror at the situation, her nipples were hardening, and her stupid vagina was lubricating itself. “No sir, it was personal, a family matter.”

“Now Mrs. Jones, I know I've only been seeing your mom for a week, but I want you to think of me as family and I think I know what's been bothering you.”

Kat couldn't take her eyes off the giant rod trying to rip up out of the towel even as the thought of having a nigger father-in-law horrified her. Fuck, Nathan wouldn't even invite him over for Christmas dinner and her husband loved her mom as much as he loved his own.

“I know what you want to talk to your mom about,” said Long, adjusting the towel.

“What's that, sir,” she replied.

“Is it about your growing need for this?” he asked, pulling the towel off and throwing it over the railing.

**********

The giant black cock was nearly six feet tall. It ran out from the bleachers, flapping its wings as it circled the cheerleaders. “GO COCKS!” cheered the crowd. The Coxville Cock ran between the cheerleaders and put his hand to his ear. “GO COCKS!” the crowd roared louder.

The black rooster mascot ran out on the field and assumed his position as the Chicken Dance blared over the speakers. The Cock along with half the crowd in the bleachers stood and began dancing.

Todd White couldn't focus on the stupid antics of the mascot. He just stood and stared at Kitty Summers and the other cheerleaders all doing the chicken dance. His eyes went from her sexy flat stomach up to the bouncing swell of her amazing tits. Breasts he'd probably never ever see again. He pulled his eyes away from her body and moved them over to Pamela, passing Susan then tore them back over to Susan. The studious cheerleader had some enormous breasts and they were swinging surprisingly freely today as if she weren't wearing a bra. The dance had stopped, and Pamela was joking around with the others in Kitty's click. He'd asked her out for after the game, but to his utter amazement, she'd rejected him. He'd considered her a sure thing. The girl had obviously been smitten with him for years. She was talking to Miko, suddenly looking away before running to the edge of the field. Pamela threw herself into fat Deon's arms and kissed him full on his thick black lips. It was Todd's turn to be utterly amazed again to see the lithe white cheerleader kissing the fattest black man on the team and the amazement turned to shock as Miko ran up, leaning up to kiss Deon also.

Sluts, thought Todd. His eyes went back to Susan and her swaying breasts. Screw Pam and Kitty. He was going to do everything in his power to see Susan's massive rack. The notoriously racist cheerleader would never fool around with a black man. He smiled and nodded in approval of his plan even as LD jogged by and smacked Susan on her bottom. Instead of being angry, she blew the black player a kiss.

There were gasps in the crowd. This was not a sight one saw in Coxville County. Todd turned pale as he turned to look at his teammates, but they weren’t paying any attention and hadn’t seen their girlfriend’s flirting with the black players.

**********

Kat gasped at the sight of old man Long's cock. It was half again as big as Hercules' black cock. It rose up quickly, though in jerks and spasms like the man's blood flow was pumping it up. “Oh my god,” she gasped unable to take her eyes off the black monster. “There's no way my mom's taking that thing.”

Long laughed. “I can assure you, that Candy is quite fond of this piece of dark meat.”

“I don't believe you,” mumbled Kat, watching her hand glide under the fat cock head. She frowned. She didn't even remember reaching out to touch it.

Long took another step forwards. “We aren't here to talk about how much your mom likes nigger cock.” He smirked when she gasped at that. “There's something you need to get off your chest.” His hands grabbed her waist and raised her shirt up exposing her toned flat belly and then her bra. She raised one arm and he pulled it over her head. The shirt fell and slid down the arm holding his cock.

Kat looked at her shirt dangling around her arm. Her hand seemed reluctant to let go, but after several tries it released his cock long enough for the shirt to fall to the floor. She quickly grabbed his cock again this time both hands stroked the hot shaft. “Wait, it looks like there were two things you needed to get off your chest,” added Willy. Her bra hooked in the front. He skillfully unhooked it, her breasts springing free of confinement. “Lovely,” he told her. Kat smiled at him.

Kat released his cock to let her bra fall off. She stood before him in sneakers, low hanging jeans, and topless from the waist up. He sat down on the stairs and she kneeled between his legs. Jesus, but the man's cock was so big, he could give himself a blow job, but it was Kat's job to suck black cocks. She grabbed his cock again and pulled the head to her lips, letting her tongue twirl around the same crown her mom had been sucking just an hour earlier. Long reached out and pinched her hard nipples sending pangs of lust through her body.

Kat couldn't imagine there were cocks bigger then Hercules West or her letter carrier’s, but her old principal was half again as long. He was a freak of nature! There was no way any woman could service this cock properly, yet she felt obligated to try. She relaxed her throat and let the old man's fat cock head punch past her uvula and tonsils. She pulled back then swallowed deep again. Uvula, tonsils, and larynx. “Suck that black cock good now, Mrs. Jones,” ordered the old man. Uvula, tonsils, larynx, and trachea. “Deeper.” Uvula, tonsils, larynx, trachea, and esophagus. “Deeper slut.” Kat bobbed her head following Mr. Long's orders.  Uvula, tonsils, larynx, trachea, and esophagus, she thought repeatedly shortening it to U T L T E as she bobbed her head more rapidly. UTLTE, UTLTE. The deeper she went, the better his cock smelled. It reeked of sex, stinking of sperm and pussy (her MOM'S!). The sperm smelled both fresh and old and her eyes could see flakes of dried cum all over the lower third of his cock. Wherever her lips touched, his cock turned shiny and clean.

Kat pictured Long laying nude on her dad's side of the bed with her mother kneeling between his legs sucking this freak of a nigger cock and the image in her mind was close to what had actually happened just over an hour earlier. The unwashed stink and the flakes of old sperm suggested a long night of sex. She inhaled deeply through her nose. The stench was horrible yet also fragrantly addictive and she exhaled quickly, so that she could take in more of the smell. What a privilege it was to suck such a magnificent cock. She looked up at him and winked. The look he returned was condescending, but he nodded his approval and she continued sucking more than two thirds of his shaft. “Use them big Cox titties,” he told her.

Kat nodded, almost choking with the thick shaft down her throat. She pulled back up so that just the cock head was in her mouth and hefted her breasts around the shaft. She squeezed them together and bounced them up and down over his cock while sucking the head. Kat pinched her nipples between her fingers while she titty fucked him. He smirked in approval, but still looked at her like she was just a slut, a tool whose purpose was to service his cock. And he was right! His cock swelled along with her realization that this was what she was born to do. The huge snake-like cock thickened and straightened out some more. The head grew so big it almost got caught in her esophagus. Kat pulled back quickly just as the old man's hot seed exploded into her mouth, swelling her cheeks out like a balloon, sperm flowing like a river down her relaxed throat muscles to fill her stomach with its warmth.

Principal Long's seed was ambrosia to her mouth. It tasted better than anything she'd ever had before. It was pumping out of the huge shaft faster than she could swallow. Sperm shot from her mouth and Kat was forced to release it, getting her face covered by a blast of hot cum just as the head cleared her lips. She kept bouncing her tits over his cock and it kept cumming. Jet after jet of sperm splattered on her face or flew into her open mouth. Sometimes it flew up a foot to fall back down, splattering all over her tits. “Who got you hooked on the black dick?” he asked, gasping for air.

Kat was still titty fucking him. “Hercules West,” she told him, planting her lips over the still spurting cock head, gulping down a few more mouthfuls.

“Ah yes, the COCKS one-time football star that your sister screwed over.... DAMN GURL! You're draining those old balls good.”

Kat finally released her tits, his cock collapsing to smack him on his belly and chest, giving one last violent spasm that covered his neck and upper chest in white semen. She closed her eyes focusing on her last mouthful of cum, enjoying the taste of it on her tongue before she finally gulped it down. Kat licked her lips. “And Amos Flynn, my mail carrier. She stood, rising a little unsteadily to her feet.

Long reached his hand out and she helped him up off the steps. He struggled to rise. He was an old man after all. As he stood, his cock fell sticking out and bent down. She had the absurd notion that if he were to fall forwards, his cock would prop him up like a kickstand or a tripod. “I'd like to hear all about it,” he said, still holding her hand. He brought her hand down to his cock and placed it on it. She immediately grasped his shaft. Long beckoned for her to go upstairs and she led the way, pulling him by his cock.

**********

Candy wished she'd been able to go to the game or better yet accompany her lover on his trip to New Orleans. She'd gone years without sex and except for being lonely on Valentine’s day and other holidays, hadn't really missed it. Now that she was getting it regularly and from a humongous black cock, she wasn't sure she could go a day without it. Willie Long had woken up many years of dormant sexual desire and she felt thirty years younger.

Candy parked at the Westside Healthcare and shook her head sadly at the somewhat decrepit building. It was a shame these poor seniors had to live like this. She entered the front door. Doris was at the front desk and smiled when she saw who was coming in the door. “I'm glad you're here,” said the black nurse.

“Nice to be back,” said Candy. She had the impression, Doris wouldn't have been surprised to never have seen her again.

“Mr. Holmes was asking for you earlier. It seems you made quite the impression on him.”

Candy felt her cheeks flush a little. “Oh good, he was quite the sweetheart.”

“I'm glad,” said Doris, sitting back at the desk. “Mr. Holmes doesn't get many visitors and for a ninety-year-old man, he has all his facilities and could use some company. The interaction helps keep the mind sharp.”

“I'll go check on him now,” replied Candy and for some reason she felt her nipples harden beneath her blouse at the thought of seeing the elderly man again. Another old black man was strolling down the hall purposely towards her. He appeared mid-eighties but was Coxville fit. His straight back and bearing suggested a military history as did the cocked veteran's hat on his head. “Hello,” she said as he passed.

The man froze and turned towards her. His eyes fell on her face and then down to her breasts and her newly engorged nipples poking out her white blouse. “No offense ma'am,” he said, practicality shouting, and Candy saw a hearing aid in the man's ear. “But you are exactly what I'm fighting for.” He stood up rigidly straight and saluted her.

“Thank you soldier,” she replied, saluting him back. His hat had KWVA on it meaning he was a Korean war vet. Candy's eyes roamed down his body. The old man was impressively muscular and fit beneath his army green tee-shirt. The handle of a firearm was sticking out of one pocket. Candy took a step back in alarm before her brain registered that it was plastic and clearly a toy.

“Sergeant Franklin Black at your service.” He broke his salute and nodded at her. “Sorry ma'am, but I need to resume my patrol. I'm not sure if you've heard, but the Chinks have crossed the border to aid the gooks. Stay safe.” He spun on his heel and marched off.

Candy watched him storm off, saluting Doris as he passed, turning down the next hall. Doris walked towards her. “Mr. Black suffers from dementia,” she explained. “Thinks the war is still on. Apparently, he lost a brother in Korea and his mind reverts back to that point from time to time.”

“How sad,” said Candy, bringing her hand up to her chest in concern.

“All the stories here are sad, Mrs. Cox,” said Doris. “But Frank's is worse than most. Come, I'll escort you to Mr. Holmes room. Mr. Kuhn has been up to his tricks and....

“BARAKUNDE!” Candy screamed as the naked black man startled her. “BARAKUNDE!” He reached out and grabbed her breasts. “HONK HONK!” He jumped back, an absolutely massive black cock swung up, hardening before him. He grabbed it and started jerking off looking at Candy's breasts. Her nipples were poking out her top even further after he'd squeezed them.

“Get in your room now, Mr. Kuhn,” ordered Doris.

He kept stroking his cock and turned it to face the black nurse. “BARAKUNDE!” He took off running down the hall still jerking his cock off.

“Miserable horny old goat,” grumbled Doris. “Please don't let him scare you off.” She turned to look at Candy who was still frozen in shock. “Oh... I guess you've never seen a black man's penis before. I know it can be quite a shock for....”

Candy's laughter interrupted the black woman. She laughed so hard, she had to wipe tears from her eyes. “Sorry, but that was quite amusing.”

“Thank god! You wouldn't be the first person he scared off. Barry Kuhn is quite harmless.”

“What on earth is a Barakunde? The name of his penis?”

Now it was Doris' turn to laugh. “No, he turned militant black in the '60s and thought he needed a more African sounding name. He's always been a nudist, exposing himself to the nurses and female occupants, but only in the last week or so did it start getting erect. I even caught old Gloria Adams with her false teeth out giving the old fart a blow job.”

“You're kidding?

“Nope. And he's been masturbating it all over the place, several times daily leaving quite a mess in his wake. Anyway, I'd better go round him up. You remember where Mr. Holmes’ room is?”

“I do. Thanks Doris.”  Candy walked the short distance to Mr. Holmes room and rapped her knuckles on the open door. “Knock knock.” George sat up straight in his chair when she entered the room, a grin spreading across his face. The blanket over his lap even started tenting. “You look happy to see me, George.”

“I am, I am, young lady. I was worried you wouldn't be coming back.” George reached out and grabbed his oxygen mask taking a deep breath from it.

Candy closed the door and pulled the privacy curtain out to block the view of any one coming into the room. “But Mr. Holmes, how could I not come back to visit after you promised to let me titty fuck that big black cock of yours.” Candy started seductively unbuttoning her white blouse in front of him, even swaying her hips a little.

George gulped and took another deep breath of oxygen. There was a nose plug attachment and he fumbled to grab it, sticking them in his nose just when she pulled her blouse off. The tent under the blanket bucked a couple of times.

Candy smiled at the old man. He was staring intently at her straining bra. She unhooked it and the cups flew off her breasts. Coxville tits did not want to be constrained. She pulled the bra off and he gulped staring at her erect nipples. “I can't wait to wrap these around your big black cock,” she moaned, hefting each breast before kissing her nipples. Candy couldn't believe how slutty she was acting, like the women in some of her late husband’s pornographic videos. He’d tried to get her to watch them with him, but she found them silly. The elderly man appeared to be enjoying every second of it. “Your hot cum tasted soooo goood, Mr. Holmes. I can't wait to taste some more and have you cum all over my big white tittys.”

George yanked the blanket off his lap, he was wearing ratty old pajama bottoms again. His cock was straining to rip its way out. Now it was Candy's turn to gulp as she remembered the magnificent 90-year-old weapon beneath those pajamas. She licked her lips. Nothing she'd said to tease him was a lie. She did want to taste more of his seed. “All of it,” rasped the old man, breathing oxygen. “I want to see all of you.”

Candy hesitated a moment and then nodded. She was wearing black slacks which she unbuttoned and wiggled down over her hips. He rasped again when her panty appeared. “You okay?” she asked worried, it might be too much for the old man.

“Never better,” he replied, reaching out and turning the oxygen level up, but his eyes never left her body.

Candy kicked her shoes off and pushed her slacks all the way down until she could step out of them. She spun around and bent forwards sliding her panty down. The man watching her hacked and coughed at the sight of her plump but firm rear end. As she pulled her panty down her thighs she was flashing him a nice shot of her beaver too. She could feel the dampness in her panty as she pushed it down her ankles. Her arousal was growing too, she could feel it coating her labia and dripping off her clit. Candy stood and stepped out of the panty. She turned around.

“Dayumn Candy Cox,” he wheezed, straining to breath in through the nose plugs. “That's the loveliest sight these old eyes have ever seen.”

“Thank you, Mr. Holmes,” she replied, truly flattered. She'd always looked good and had gotten plenty of compliments wearing the skimpy cheerleading uniform at Kat's barbecue the other week. Since then, she'd been dropping pounds from the near constant sexual activities with Willie Long, not to mention eating a lot less as his sperm protein shakes filled her belly every morning. Some of her wrinkles were even disappearing and the only thing she was doing differently to take care of her skin was rubbing her black lover's seed all over her body.

“No, thank you,” he said, his eyes roaming her beautiful voluptuous body from top to bottom.

Candy walked forwards and knelt before him. He raised his hips off the chair as she pulled his pajamas off. She whimpered a little when his huge cock sprang up. In a way, she liked it even better then Willy's. Holmes' cock was a fat straight steel hard massive log of a penis where Long's had this elongated snake-like cock that actually bent like it was slithering. Candy straightened her back and lifted her breasts on top his thighs, pulling his cock up and squeezing her breasts between his shaft.

“Thank you, Mr. Holmes,” she said again, meaning it. “Thank you for letting me service your big black cock.” Candy truly felt like she was the lucky one getting to play with his black monster dick. She paused waiting for him to speak, expecting him to thank her back.

“You're welcome Mrs. Cox,” he said instead.

Candy nodded and bent her head down to the tip of his cock. The only thing not perfect about it was the wrinkly foreskin, she much preferred a bald helmeted tip. She wrapped her lips around the head and bobbed her head sucking and slurping around it, her tongue pushing the foreskin back, so she could taste the bare skin of his cock head. She worked her saliva glands hard, licking and sucking the throbbing knob at the tip of his cock, letting her spittle run out of her mouth and down the shaft. She felt the insides of her breasts turn wet and started hefting them up and down the old man's cock timed to match her bobbing head.

George's hands curled up like he really did have bad arthritis as she continued servicing his cock. He moaned and rasped, his lips curling back in a grimace, revealing his yellowed and missing teeth. Candy watched the expressions of pure pleasure cross his face and knew she was doing the right thing helping this old man. She pulled up and released her breasts, taking the entirety of his cock down her throat. He bucked his hips in surprise. Without Willy to practice on, she never could have swallowed such a monstrosity and George's thickness was straining her throat to the max. Candy pulled back letting her throat constrict and relax before swallowing him deep again. She bobbed her head rapidly feeling his cock swell even larger, squeezing her tits back around it just as he started to cum.

George's first load overwhelmed her, blowing her cheeks out and squirting semen from around her lips before she could swallow. The next wad filled her mouth too quickly and she had to release the spurting head for a moment to catch her breath. Sperm shot up to spray her face, falling back down to splatter all over her breasts. Candy clamped her mouth back down over the head, gulping his cum down as fast as he could shoot it, using her breasts to milk every last drop of his seed out of his balls.

George Holmes threw his head back rasping for air. Candy looked up at him, her lips still around his cock head. It throbbed in her mouth but had quit spurting seed out. It was at its maximum hardness just after orgasming. She wanted it. Candy pushed herself up off his chair and straddled his legs guiding his hard cock inside her. They both moaned in delight as she sank down into his lap. “Is this okay?” she asked, hoping the old man could handle another round.

“Sweet Jesus yes,” rasped George. He looked down and let his head fall forwards to bury itself in her breasts, tongue and lips finding a nipple to suckle. Candy gasped and came all over his cock, bending her head to kiss the liver spots coating his bald head.

“Gonna fuck this cock good,” she moaned, riding him. This couldn't be wrong. It felt too good to be wrong and she'd been worried about not getting her nightly and morning dose of big black cock with Willy gone. Here was a cock more designed to take care of her needs at ninety then her late husband's penis had been at twenty. She came again, her pussy ballooning up around the entire shaft before clamping down to squeeze every square inch of it. “Oh god! Oh god!” she moaned, trying not to scream in pleasure. “I Love this big black cock, George.”

George took his mouth off her nipple. He sat back in his chair and grabbed her hip, pushing her back so that he could take in as much of her hot body as possible. “And my black cock loves your sexy white body.” His face scrunched up, lips curling back to show his ugly teeth again just before Candy's womb flooded with the old man's sperm

Instead of ballooning up, this time her pussy just clamped down hard around the spurting shaft, her vaginal muscles grasping and pulling inwards along his cock, trying to get every drop of his seed as deep inside her as possible. Candy came with each spurt of his cock, multiple orgasms exploding every time his seed sprayed her womb and not ending until his cock finally fell still and began to shrink.

Candy finally quit shaking and opened her eyes. George Holmes was staring back at her and he was crying, tears of joy running down his cheeks. She leaned down and kissed his lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth. His cock hardened again briefly inside her, but then it resumed shrinking, a third time to much for the ninety-year-old black man. She broke the kiss. “Thank you for letting me fuck you,” she told him.

“You're welcome,” he replied. “This old cock is yours any time.”

Candy's body suddenly shook as one final orgasmic tremor shot through her body. After that, she slowly rose up off his cock and cupped her hands between her legs as she ran to his bathroom.

**********

For the last fifteen minutes, Willie Long had sat on the edge of Candy's bed listening to Kat tell her story from the bathroom while watching his cock slowly rise. It was such a monster that the dangling head nearly touched the floor and for him to get an erection, it took a lot of blood flow and beats of his heart. It was rising now like a giant snake coming to life.

“After the barbecue, I couldn't stop thinking about what Hercules had done to me, but I was struggling to stay faithful to Nathan plus I'm on fertility pills.”

Long's cock leaped up a foot at that. The thought of putting a baby in Kat's hot body had his cock aching with need to plant its seed even though young Mr. West had probably beaten him to the prize. “Nathan shooting blanks?” he asked, looking at the bathroom door.

“Low sperm count,” said Kat from the bathroom. “We’ve been trying awhile now.”

“And after the barbecue?”

“Like I mentioned, I didn't want to cheat on Nathan again even though my body was craving more of that big cock between Hercules' legs. I ordered a large black dildo online to keep me satisfied...”

Willie's eyes grew wide when as she told him about her encounter with her mail carrier. He and Amos Flynn were old friends and used to share interracial videos with each other back in the 70s and later Willie would go over for drinks at Amos' house and watch DVDs eventually streaming Amos' son LD's interracial movies off the net. Amos watched proudly as his son turned many a white bitch on to the joys of big black cock. The first movies were set up so that the white actress's expression when she first saw his cock was always caught on film. LD won a lot of AVA awards and most of his actresses won too for how convincing their on-screen orgasms were. After nearly fifteen years in Los Angeles, around half the working adult film actresses had performed in a LD JOINT production. Kat had bought one of LD's life-sized dildos.

“And after Amos and Herc used me, Amos left and Herc took me back to my bedroom and fucked me three more times, twice in my pussy and once in my ass. I had to talk to someone and thought I'd tell mom that I'd cheated on Nathan, but not with a bl...” Kat opened the door and found herself staring at his erect cock. “OH MY GOD!” She took two steps forwards and fell to her knees before it, trying to take the head in her mouth.

Long grabbed the lengthy shaft and smacked her on the head with the end. “No, I want that sweet white pussy this time. Get on the bed.”

Kat nodded and stood. She looked over the bed. “No, not here,” she said, grabbing the end of his cock. “Not in my parents’ marital bed.” She didn't want to be taken by a black man on the bed she was conceived in. “Follow me.”

Her old principal looked angry for a moment at being disobeyed, but he nodded and rose letting her lead him by his cock down the hall to another room. It was her old bedroom. He'd been in there already, snooping around. He'd found an old pair of panties in her dresser and sniffed them, but they just smelled of dust and faintly of detergent. He'd fantasized about seeing Katherine Cox nude the second he laid eyes on her in high school, but that was before he'd wired the building with hidden cameras and he never got his chance.

The bedroom was still decorated to her taste except for a large tread machine taking up most of the floor space. Jenny’s old room had been converted into a craft room. Kat’s bed still looked like a teenage girl lived here, but was frozen in the 90s. The bedspread was pink with a stuffed teddy bear and unicorn propped on the pillow. The walls were adorned with several posters, Lance Bass, Mario Lopez, Johnny Depp as Edward Scissorhands, and Depp again with DiCaprio from the Gilbert Grape movie. DiCaprio appeared again in a Titanic poster.

Kat giggled. “I feel like a school girl again, hiding a boy from my parents.”

Long smacked her ass cheek hard enough she gave a little jump. “Ever hid a black boy from your parents?”

“God no,” she said, crawling on her bed while wiggling her ass invitingly at him. “They would have freaked out. I lost my virginity in this bed.”

He smacked her ass again. “On your back. I want you to watch me.” He climbed on as she rolled over. “Who took your virginity?”

“Edgar Child.”

“That panty waste?” Long sneered. Edgar Child was one of those 90s sissy boys. He had a girlish figure and wore dark eye makeup. He looked up at the poster of Depp again and shook his head in disgust. To have a hot bodied slut like Kat Cox defiled by a girly man like that disgusted him. “Did Mr. Child have a cock like this?” Long kneeled between her legs and slapped his cock down on her upper torso. The huge knobby end fell between her breasts.

Showing how deep it was going go in her gave Kat second thoughts. “No,” she laughed, looking nervously down the length of the black shaft on her body. “He had a cock... no, he had a penis like a... a child’s.” Edgar's little penis hadn't even reached the top of her blonde pubes.

Long laughed with her. “I bet he did. Anyone else?” Long worked himself back on the bed, his serpentine cock slithering down her body.

“I gave my first blow job to Nathan here on his 21^st birthday,” she said, watching Long’s cock head recede from her breasts.

“You prefer sucking black cock now don't you, slut?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “Nathan's semen was so runny. I spit it out it tasted so nasty.”

“And the seed of the black man?”

“So good,” she trembled, almost cumming as she thought of all the black loads she'd swallowed. “So rich and thick as pudding. So good, I can’t get enough. I like sucking black cock.”

“Look at your body, Kat. It was built to take black cock. Your pathetic white men with their little pricks and weak runny seed can't please you, can't even swell that belly with a baby. This is what you need Kat and the sooner you realize it, the happier you'll be.” He pushed down on the end of his shaft, her pussy lips spreading open around the head of his cock. She gasped in shock and pleasure. “You belong to the black man. Now It's time you really lost your virginity in this bed.” Kat screamed as he pushed in deep. “Who do you belong to Kat?”

Kat was breathing heavily through her open mouth. Her head was turned sideways, staring at the picture of Kate and Leo on the Titanic. That movie was the basis for all her romantic notions since Nathan had taken her to see it on her 21^st birthday. “The black man,” she told both her old principal as well as the romantic notions of her past. “I belong to black men.” A sense of relief flooded through her body at her admission. “I was built for black cock,” she admitted to herself. Long was right, she felt happier admitting it as any guilt she'd had cheating on her pathetic husband left her forever. “Fuck this white slut, Willie.”

Long fed her a few more inches. Her shit was tight and the deeper he got the more his cock had to work at stretching her open. He leaned over her working about three quarters of his monster cock in and out of her tight pussy. She was huffing and puffing beneath him, reminding him of a woman giving birth. Her face was even red and straining, sweat glistening on her forehead. But still, she was bucking her hips up into his thrusts, her pussy naturally squeezing his cock and trying to pull it in deeper. She moaned and tensed up as an orgasm wracked her body. He took the opportunity to push his cock further into her womb until he was balls deep. Kat's whimpers of pleasure from her orgasm turned into a scream as her orgasm grew in intensity and number. Her pussy writhed and constricted around his cock soaking his shaft, her cum running down his balls. “Good?” he asked, chuckling.

“Uh huh,” she grunted staring wide eyed at her Titanic poster. Kat suddenly turned and looked at the old black man. She reached up and grabbed his bald head, pulling him down onto her lips and kissing him passionately and deeply. Her hips humped into him while they kissed. “I've never cum like that before,” she told him in awe when she broke the kiss. Kat pulled him down again and pushed her tongue between his lips. Her humping thrusts turned more frantic. She moaned when Long began working his cock.

Long pushed himself up. Kat laid still watching him. One hand came up to caress his chest, fingers sliding through his wisps of gray chest hairs. Her hand fell when he rose to his knees. She watched him intensely as he cupped her knees and lifted her ass. His hips began moving, his cock thrusting in and out of her formerly monogamous pussy. “Damn,” he grunted. “Gonna fuck this pussy good.”

“Do it,” she hissed at him. “Fuck my white pussy. Gimme that big nigger cock.”

Willie's cock was so big; he couldn't fuck her with the full length. He'd only pulled about a third to half out before slamming it back in deep. He picked up speed, fucking her fast and hard, the young woman crying out in orgasmic pleasure every ten thrusts or so. His face looked strained and sweat beaded his forehead. Kat didn't know how the old man could maintain such a pace. Nathan would have squirted after a dozen thrusts, but Willie Long fucked her hard and fast for a good fifteen minutes. “OHFUCK!” he yelled, pushing his cock in hard and leaving it there.

Suddenly Kat Jones’s womb felt like a swimming pool filled with hot black sperm. She could feel the entire length of his shaft convulsing like a fire hose as it continued pumping her full of sperm. Her resulting orgasm was as big as the one she'd had when he first buried his cock in her. The orgasm was so pleasurable and intense, Kat wasn't sure when it began to hurt, but it felt like her womb was an expanding water balloon about to pop at any time. “Pull it out,” she begged.

Willie knew what was happening and quickly pulled half his cock out, but it was still bucking and pumping sperm. He quickly pushed her legs up and pushed on her thighs until she slid back on the bed and his cock flew clear of her pussy. It immediately sprang up launching a long spray of sperm that covered her from her face to her belly. His cock continued jerking, jet after jet of his seed baptizing the young woman.

Kat moaned contentedly, feeling her womb contract, forcing a torrent of semen to run out of her pussy and soak the floor of her childhood bedroom. “Wow,” she said.

“Wow yourself,” replied Willie, gasping for breath. He stumbled to his feet a little unsteadily. Kat looked over at him, staring in awe at the plump cock now dangling between his legs. “I gotta get moving. You'd better wash these sheets.” He waited until she nodded then left for the masterbath to take a shower.

**********

Candy Cox thumbed through the files at the Nurse's station. “Whatcha looking for?” asked Doris.

Candy glanced over at the black nurse. “A friend of mine wanted me to check up on someone here, but he only told me his nickname, Kielbasa.”

Doris laughed. “Kyle Basa. He's in room 42.  Been here ten years.”

Candy thanked Doris and walked down the hall to room 42. She was starting to grow concerned. She'd only visited here twice now, and these old folks weren't getting a lot of visitors. Most of them were probably lonely. Luckily, a few could socialize with each other and the common room had a dozen or so people in it. The door to room 42 was open. She knocked on it as she walked in. There was no answer, then she heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door opened. The black man walked out and did a double take at seeing the buxom blonde smiling at him. “Well what do we have here?” he asked, shuffling towards the bed. He was holding an IV stand and he pushed it before him.

“Mr. Basa, I'm Candy Cox. I'm a new volunteer here.”

“Help me into the bed,” he told her when her reached it. She ran up and took one arm. “You know this is a home for black folks, right?”

“I do.” She fought off tears from welling up in her eyes. Basa had once been a powerfully built man, now age or some illness had ravaged his body. Skin hung loosely from what once had been hard muscles. Young and standing tall, he'd probably been well over six feet, now he was hunched over and looked wizened. Young this man would probably have rivaled Coach Black in size and build. He was wearing a hospital gown and nothing else. “I'm a friend of Willie Long.”

“Is that so?” Basa laid down, looking like he might sleep at any moment.

“Yes, he asked me to check up on you.” Candy slid a stool over and sat beside the old man, cupping his hand between hers. “I'm sure you don't remember, but I'm the girl that saved him from the election day riot back in the seventies.”

“Is that a fact? I remember old Willie Long Dong telling me about the sexy white hippie chick that saved him from the white mob. Didn't say he ever saw you again though.”

“We just reconnected and are quite close now. It's funny, but he asked me to check up on you, but didn't even tell me your real name. He just called you Kielbasa.”

“Kyle's fine. Nobody but Willie still calls me Kielbasa since I quit truckin’.” Basa smiled at the memories. The smile turned to a look of perplexity. “You say you're close, how close?”

Candy smiled. “Very close. We're dating.”

“Dayumn! How long I been in here?”

Candy laughed. “It's all good, Kyle. Willie and I connected at my daughter's barbecue party a few weeks back and have been seeing each other ever since.”

“That's great, amazing even. I don't think Willie has been with a woman since Rachel died.”

“I'm widowed too and you're right, it's been amazing.”

Kyle looked down to Candy's breasts and shook his head in disbelief that this fine creature was dating old man Willie. “Might I say that you are one fine specimen of a woman.”

“Thank you,” replied Candy with a smile.

“And might I also say that if you ever get tired of old Willie's old willy, there's a big dark German sausage willing to take his place.” Kyle winked at her.

Candy raised her eyebrows. “Bold, aren't we?”

“At my age, what has one got to lose?” Kyle Basa's laugh turned into a hacking cough.

Candy released his hand and moved her hand over to the hem of his gown. She slid under it and rested her hand on one old knobby knee. His eyebrows rose in surprise at her touch. “Actually Mr. Basa, Willie wanted me to show his old friend a little extra affection.” Her hand slid up his thigh, her fingers closing around the end of a fat shaft. Candy smiled when she felt it swell at her touch. Judging by his looks, she wasn't sure the old man could have handled it, but part of him sure seemed eager. She stroked his growing cock. “Provided you're up for it and it feels like you're up for it.”

Kyle Basa gulped. “Oh, I'm up for it,” he said reaching down and pulling the gown up until he revealed her hand on his cock. He'd never seen a white woman's hand holding his black shaft. On one long haul down I69, he'd met a white woman who seemed eager enough. He'd kissed her, and she'd grabbed his crotch, but his cock had scared her off after he'd whipped it out.

Candy stroked it a few more times.  Kyle Basa was big, and it did resemble it's German sausage namesake in thickness. His cock was also dark black, darker then Willie or George. “You have a nice cock, Mr. Basa. It's so big and hard.” She slowly jerked it, watching precum spurt from the tip.

He watched her hand on his cock too, seemingly fascinated by it. “Funny, but that old cock's been dead to the world for a decade until just a few weeks ago when it rose from the dead one night and it's been rising ever since. It's like I'm eighteen again.”

Candy furrowed her brows. George had said something similar. She released his cock. It stood sticking up and out, slightly bent downward, wobbling in the air. She stood and walked over to the door, shutting it and putting the do not disturb sign out. Candy removed her top as she walked back towards the black man. “Now Mr. Basa. I'm not sure how much you can take so we'll go slow at first. I'm just going to jerk you off today and if you can handle that without too much trouble, I'll suck you off the next time and after that... well we will see.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Kyle, nodding eagerly.

“Well then,” said Candy smiling and winking at the old man as she grabbed the thick shaft with one hand. “I hope that me and this nice fat cock are going to be close friends.” She pulled it towards her and leaned down to kiss the head. He gasped and a little spurt of precum coated her lips. Candy pulled back and licked her lips. He tasted really good! She bent back down and wrapped her lips around his cock head, sucking the tip of his dark black cock and feeling another squirt of precum strike her tongue.

She sucked the head hard and fast, working her saliva glands and slobbering all over Kyle's cock. Her spit dribbled down the sides reaching her fingers and she slowly started jerking his shaft, lubricating it up.

Kyle groaned, and she looked up at him in alarm. “It's all good,” he said reassuringly.”

Candy smiled and sat up, satisfied his cock was wet enough so she could jerk him off. Her hand slid up to the head and down to the base. His cock helped, dribbling copious amounts of precum every couple jerks of her hand. Her tongue ran across her lips as she stared at her hand now rapidly jerking his fat black cock. “You doin alright, old timer,” she asked without looking up at him.

“Just fine, sexy mama. Just fine.”

“I'd like to step up your therapy a bit. Can you sit up?”

Basa struggled to rise, Candy helping him to sit up and swing his legs over the side. His slick cock jutted out before him, now perfectly straight like a fat black salami. Candy sat on a wheeled chair and scooted between his legs. She put her face in his lap and started sucking his cock again. She thought he was groaning, but realized it was her throat making the noise as she lustfully sucked his cock head. His precum had whetted her appetite for his load and she was eagerly sucking his cock desperate for his rich semen.

Kyle had a thick cock and he was hard to suck. She gave it her best, but each time the head pushed past her tonsils, she wanted to gag. She settled on sucking just the head and an inch or so while rapidly stroking the rest of his shaft. Eventually, her arms grew tired. Candy arched her back and heaved her boobs up around his shaft squeezing his black pole between her heavy white breasts. He looked wide eyed in wonder as she started bouncing her breasts along his shaft, bending her head down and sucking the knobby head of his cock again.

Candy felt his cock head swell in her mouth and she started hefting her breasts faster along his shaft. The old black man grunted and wheezed. She took her mouth off his cock and looked up at him in alarm, but he appeared fine. Just as she turned her face back down, his cock head exploded. Hot cum splattered all over her face dripping back down to the top of her bosom. She quickly opened her mouth and brought it down around his cock head. Her mouth filled with his hot seed and she gulped it down only to have her mouth fill again. His cock was jerking, trying to buck out of control, but it was trapped between her breasts. It continued pumping mouthful after mouthful of hot sperm into her thirsty mouth and she swallowed every bit. His sperm was delicious and addictive. Her belly felt full, but she wanted more. She released her breasts and brought her hands down around the thick trunk trying to milk every last bit of his seed from the shaft while taking half a foot of his cock down her throat. It quit spurting and then it quit leaking. Candy finally released the monster but stared at it lustfully in all its post orgasm, swollen glory. “God, I want to fuck this thing so bad,” she stated, licking sperm from around her lips.

“Do it hot mama,” said Mr. Basa. He spun around and laid back on his bed, holding his cock up.

Candy stared at it for just a moment before scrambling into bed with the old man. She spread her legs and squatted over the fat black cock eager to get it inside her before it stated shrinking back down. He shook the base of his shaft so that the head slid along her wet slit. Candy lowered herself and they both moaned as her pussy lips engulfed the fat cock head. She fell forwards onto her knees and the old man's monster cock shoved itself deep in her pussy.

“Been too god damn long,” complained Kyle, reaching up to squeeze the base of her tits as she bounced in his lap.

“Fuck fuck fuck me. So nice and thick,” moaned Candy, slamming her pussy down hard in his crotch and holding still as her first orgasm made her body tremble. “So, fucking good,” she muttered after the tremors had ceased. “You'll never go a long time again, Mr. Basa.” She bent down and kissed his lips. He kissed back and lustfully tongued her, not caring that her face was still covered in his sperm. “This pussy is yours whenever your kielbasa wants it.” She arched her back and started working her pussy along his shaft while he took advantage of her out thrust nipples and sucked them between his lips. “FUCK!” she cried. “Cumming!” Her pussy clenched tight around his shaft before her fluids ran out to soak his balls.

“What happened to going slow the first time?” he asked, causing her to laugh.

She sat up bouncing her pussy hard in his lap, cumming several more times. The old man gasped and grabbed her hips, pulling her down hard into his lap and holding her tight. Suddenly her womb was full and then fuller and fuller until it began to hurt. She pushed his arms off her hips and rose up a little relaxing the pressure in her womb. His cock head sprayed her cervix triggering a huge orgasm that sent spasms through her uterus. “WOW!” she cried, when his cock finally began shrinking inside her.

“Wow yourself hot mam,” he replied, letting his hands roam all over her white tit flesh waist and belly.

Candy raised herself off the deflated cock and it fell with a large smacking sound across his stomach. She made it off the bed before she began to leak too bad and raced for the bathroom.

It took her along time to clean up and when she returned from the bathroom, Candy froze in surprise. Kyle was standing up holding the IV stand with one hand and stroking his hard cock with the other. It was slick and glistening with lotion of some sort. “Mr. Basa! What's this?”

“Please Candy. I want to fuck you some more. There's one more thing I want to do.”

“Are you sure you're up for this,” she asked with concern. Her heart broke seeing this once powerful man standing nude before her, his skin sagging where once firm muscles had stood. The only powerful muscle he had left was the big cock in his hand. It was the only healthy looking thing about the elderly man.

He released his cock and pushed down on the head so that it bobbed proudly before her. “Looks like I'm up for it.”

“Okay then,” she replied still looking at the old man anxiously. She walked over to him.

“Get on all fours,” he ordered. Candy climbed back onto the bed and this time got on her hands and knees. Kyle wheeled the IV stand around to the other side of the bed and climbed up behind her. She felt his huge cock resting between her ass cheeks while he adjusted his kneeling position. His cock slid down her ass and soon the head was putting pressure back on her pussy lips. He penetrated her and began fucking her slow and steadily while pulling her hips back into his thrusting cock.

“Unh unh unh,” grunted Candy each time his cock pushed deep. Soon she was fucking him back and he released her hips, giving her a little smack on an ass cheek. She pushed back into his cock harder and faster until she came again, collapsing forwards onto her folded arms with her ass thrust up in the air.

Basa's cock slid back as she fell forwards. He pulled back, freeing his slick cock, and watching it fly up. He stared at what he thought was a lovely sight, the beautiful white woman's puckered anus. “There was one thing I always wanted to do before I died,” he said, quietly.

“Ummmm,” moaned Candy, content from her orgasm. “What's that?”

Kyle hefted his cock and brought the head over to rest on her rosebud. He ran the head over it, waiting for her to protest before beginning to apply pressure to her sphincter. She jerked forward as the pressure grew and he stopped feeling dejected. He'd been with many women, but none had ever let him fuck their ass with his fat monster of a cock. He began guiding his cock back down to fuck her pussy some more.

Candy kept her head on the mattress but brought her arms behind her. She grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them open. “Of course, you can fuck my ass, Mr. Basa.”

His cock head was back on her rosebud in half a second quickly applying pressure worried she would change her mind. If this woman was into anal sex, she was dang near perfect. He heard her grunt as her sphincter slowly opened for him. Her body jerked away again, but he held her hip and kept her steady. She didn't protest and soon his cock head pushed through. She wasn't sobbing or crying, but her cheeks were red from the strain. Kyle had seen old Willy Long Dong plenty of times and guessed Willy's huge snake cock must have been up in here a time or two to loosen her up. He worked his cock around pushing it in deeper.

“Hmmm fuck that ass, Mr. Basa. Show that white ass what a black cock can do,” she purred. Candy released her butt cheeks and reached out for a pillow to rest her head on.

Kyle growled. He grabbed her hips and pulled her hard into his cock. She whimpered as a good four inches shoved deep inside her. He'd been too aggressive and hurt her. Kyle held still for a moment and began slowly working his cock back and forth, pushing a little deeper with each forward motion. Her ass opened nicely for him and she moaned contentedly. At nine inches, he met resistance. His cock was just too thick for deep penetrating anal sex. Perhaps with constant practice her body would adapt to taking him deep, but for now he was content to just fuck her ass with around three quarters of his cock.

Candy moaned wondering how it was possible for a woman to truly enjoy having black monster cocks shoved up their ass, but she sure as hell did. She raised herself up a little so that she could slide a hand down under her body. It found her pussy and soon she'd diddled herself to another orgasm. Kyle Basa was wheezing again, his rhythmic fucking turning erratic. He gasped and gave one last hard thrust of his cock pushing it the deepest it had gone yet and her bowels filled with his hot sperm. He worked it around a couple times. His hands moved to her ass cheeks clenching them tightly as his cock continued to buck and erupt sperm into her ass. His grip on her ass relaxed and then with one last contented grunt, he fell forwards onto her back.

Candy came again and pulled her finger from her wet pussy just as his weight pushed her down hard on her stomach. She breathed heavily feeling his cock shrink and retreat until it plopped free of her anus. “Was that good for you?” she asked, but there was no response. “Mr. Basa?” Oh no! She thought. She wiggled out from under his weight. She couldn't hear him breathing. Candy freed herself as he rolled over onto his back. His eyes were open staring at nothing and there was a broad frozen grin on his face.  Oh no! She thought, staring at him. She grabbed his wrist but could feel no pulse. “Oh no,” she said aloud this time. She slammed her fist down several times on his chest and breathed into his mouth, but there were no signs of life left in the old man.

Candy started to cry and panicked a little. She almost ran out into the hall nude to call for help. After a few minutes, she calmed herself and returned to the bathroom to clean herself up then she gathered up some wet towels to clean all signs of their love making off the old man's body. Afterwards, with difficulty, she rolled the old man over and changed the sheets on the bed. Then dressed him back in the hospital gown.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she walked up to the nurse’s station. Doris stood and followed Candy back to Kyle’s room. The black nurse was a kind woman. She gave Candy a hug and patted her back. “Death is hard, Mrs. Cox, but it’s something we deal with here on a regular basis.” She broke the embrace and looked down at the old man who for all appearances looked to be sleeping peacefully. “Just look at that smile on his face. I certainly hope to pass on with a grin that big someday.”

**********

Willie Long felt spent soaping around his cock. He turned and let the water clean it. He had wanted to save up his sperm, but he couldn’t pass up a chance to fuck a magnificent creature like Kat Jones. Anyway, he had faith that Damballah would provide all the sperm he needed for later. He stepped out of the shower and dried off. He wrapped the towel around his waist, his cock so long the knobby head and several inches were visible below the towel. He opened the door and stepped into the master bedroom. “Fuck me,” he slowly hissed, drawing it out as he stared into the room.

“No fuck me,” said Kat. She was on all fours on her mom’s bed facing away from him so that the site greeting him was her perfectly rounded, perfectly smooth, and perfectly white ass. Her hands were reaching back spreading her cheeks for him. His cock swelled and started rising at the sight of her perfect little brown rosebud above her wet slit. Her pussy was still engorged and red from the hard fucking it had just received and still dribbling sperm. “Or more specifically, fuck my ass, Principal Long,” said Kat.

So much for not wanting to have sex on her parent’s bed,” thought Willie. He spit in his hand and began polishing up the head of his cock as he climbed on the bed and kneeled behind her. He slapped his cock down on her ass several times. It hardened completely as he spanked her with it. “You sure you want this?”

“Yes sir,” she whimpered, jerking her ass away from his slapping cock. “Please, Principal Long. I want it so bad.”

“Dayumn girl, you do doncha? Well, let me lube it up some first.” He bent the shaft back down and pushed the head into her pussy, working it around. She moaned, pushing back to take more of him, trembling as she came. He pulled his juiced-up cock out and raised the head to her tightly puckered anus. “Never begged that redneck husband of yours to fuck your ass, have you?”

“No,” she muttered into her arms. “NOOOOO!” she said again loud enough she was nearly screaming as her anus spread open around his cock head. “Why bother?” she gasped.

Long chuckled. “Why bother indeed,” he grunted. “Why fuck a little dicked C student?”

“When you can have a big cocked principal,” she grunted out. “Gawd! That’s big!” Kat winced as the massive black cock slid deeper into her ass. He’d shoved in about a third now, enough to start working it in and out. “I woke up this mornin with a hankerin’ for some dark meat in my ass.”

“Well you got it slut,” said Long. He slapped his hand down on her right butt cheek. “Now start working that ass.”

Kat obeyed pushing her rear end back into his thrusts. His big black cock was pushing deeper into her. She’d was taking about half or a little more inside her now. “If I had my druthers, I’d be fucking nigger cock every day from now on.”

Long started pumping her harder. He grabbed her hips pulling her back hard into each thrust of his cock. She squealed several times. “That’s what you should be doing slut,” he growled. “Spread this pussy around to the brothers. Your body was built for some big black nigga dick.”

“YYEESS!” she cried as he shoved his cock in deep and sperm flooded her bowels. She was built for big black cocks! Kat suddenly came hard at the realization. She screamed and then moaned in protest as Long pulled his cock back out of her ass. Sperm splattered down the length of her back before his cock plopped down between her ass cheeks. Even more of his seed, poured out of his cock head, forming a pool in the small on her back. His cock slid down her ass a little as it deflated. “I do declare,” she said still gasping for air, “that you are a much better councilor then my mother, Principal Long.”

“I thank you Mrs. Jones. Now I really need to get going. I need you to clean this mess up for me.”

“Yes sir.”

Long went to the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and tossed it out to Kat. He cleaned his junk off in the sink. He didn’t have the time for another shower. After washing up, he left the bedroom. “Fuck me,” he said again. Kat was laying on her back on the bed. She was pinching one nipple and slowly fingering herself.

“One more time Willie, please?”

His cock swelled, and he quickly looked away before his own needs took over. “We’ll fuck again, but I need to get on the road. Next time, I’ll take care of you properly.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” Willie grabbed his clothes and put his shirt on. He could feel her eyes on his cock and it was reacting to her lust for it. He tried to will it to go down. Damn, it was going to be a long drive.

“I could come with you,” she said, sitting up in bed.

“Tempting, but I don’t need any distractions.”

Kat threw herself off the bed and kneeled before Long, grabbing his cock. She stroked it and wrapped her lips around the head. It grew harder before Willie yanked it out of her mouth. “Let’s runaway together? We can fuck every day.”

“Gurl, you’d betray yo momma like that?”

“Only for you Willie,” she said, frowning when he shoved the monster cock down his trousers and zipped up. “Only for you,” she repeated. Kat put her lips on his pants just over the bulge. His cock swelled even more. She reached up to pull his trousers down.

Long stepped back. She looked at him mournfully, eyes pleading with him. “Walking away right now is the hardest thing, I’ve ever done, but I gotta go. Now get this place cleaned up and when I get back, we’ll get together again.” Right after I fuck your sister and niece, he thought, but just thinking about those two didn’t help deflate his cock any.

“Yes, sir,” she replied meekly.

Long turned and left the room, going back downstairs. He grabbed his overnight bag on his way out to his car. As he stepped into the car, Long glanced back at the house. Kat was staring down at him from the second floor. It was a large window and her nude body from her thighs up was pressed against the pane, her breasts round circles against the glass. She’d breathed on the glass and was writing out “FUCK ME” on the condensation. She was humping the glass, blonde pubes pressing against the glass, pulling back, and pressing forwards. Willie gulped. “Gonna be a long drive,” he sighed, looking away and getting in the car.

**********

Willie had been driving an hour when the swelling in his cock finally went down. It would shrink a little, then he’d picture Kat naked at the window begging him to come back and fuck her and it would harden again. It had finally gone limp just as his phone rang. He answered it and pressed the speaker button. He half expected it to be from Kat begging him to come back, but it was Candy. “Hey sexy mama,” he answered. He heard sobbing through the phone. “What’s wrong babe?”

“Willie, I’m so sorry.” Candy sobbed again. “Kyle’s dead.”

“Who the hell is Kyle?”

“Kyle, your friend. Kyle Basa… Kielbasa. I was with him… when he died.”

“Oh,” he paused. “That’s a shame.” He instantly figured out what had happened and what she meant about being “with him”. “Did he die happy?”

“He looked very happy.”

“That’s great. Thank you for helping him, Candy. You should know that Kielbasa was given only two months to live around nine months ago. He was clinging to life for some reason despite being in constant pain. I’m glad he died happy.”

Candy sobbed again. “Oh god…. That helps me feel better.”

“You did good Candace Cox and I love you for it.”

“I love you too.”

“Now I got held up and got a later start then planned. I’ll text you when I get to New Orleans. See you late tomorrow.”

“Alright Willie, bye.”

“Bye,” he replied, hanging up. “Rest in peace buddy, rest in peace,” he said, reaching out to turn the radio up. He had the game on. It was late in the fourth quarter and the game was tied.

“Samson West just stuffed it in the end zone! And the COCKS take the lead over the Tittsville Titans.” He could hear the crowd cheering through the speakers.

**********

“You can stuff it in my end zone later,” purred Kitty as Samson ran past, and they slapped hands.

Samson smirked as he ran past all the other bouncing cheerleaders. Kitty was still pissed at him for fucking her mother, but that wouldn’t stop her from letting him fuck her. He’d done hooked the little slut on the black dick and he could have her whenever he wanted. He was pretty sure her mom wouldn’t resist his advances either and he sure wanted to tap that fine pussy again.

“WEST!”

Samson veered over to the coach. Black was standing tall, arms folded across his broad chest. Todd was standing beside him, holding his helmet in his hand. Todd looked shocked. “Coach?” asked the young black superstar.

“Todd’s benched. You’re quarterbacking the rest of the game.”

“What?” asked Samson, surprised and feeling bad for Todd, but this was his chance to show what he could really do. The old racist white coach before Black would never have put a black man in as quarterback.

“Todd’s good, but his game has been off this year.”

“But I won against Bartown,” whined Todd.

“You won with Samson’s play and you blew the next game and barely won last weeks. Plus, you lost the first two games of the year. Samson’s got the motivation. It’s what’s best for the team, White.”

“SIT DOWN WHITE HOT HANDS.”

Samson looked over at the black players. He wasn’t sure which had shouted it, but all of them were laughing at the new nickname. “Sorry Todd,” he said sincerely.

Todd looked at the cheerleaders, his eyes focusing on Kitty as if looking to her to console him. Then he remembered they were no longer a couple. “You’ve taken everything from me,” he whispered.

“Get out there, West,” barked Coach Black.

“Sorry bro,” said Steve, jogging up. He felt bad for Todd, more for losing Kitty then his team position. Just the thought of his beautiful Patty with one of those obscene Coxville nigger cocks made him sick to his stomach.

“Yeah sorry,” added Brian coming up and patting the dejected looking Todd on the back. “But the Coach is right. I think Samson could take us to the finals.”

Todd slinked back and sat down on the bench. Steve and Brian ran out to the field to join Samson. The bleachers were mostly self-segregated. As Samson took Todd’s position there were gasps from the white bleachers and cheers from the black side. He recognized Samson’s brother Hercules and their father, Ajax standing up shaking their fists in the air. He looked over at the white side wondering what his dad was thinking at that moment. There was a man sitting in the top corner all alone that looked like Harold Summers. That was odd as Harold almost always sat with Todd’s dad and the Russian bitch. Harold appeared to bring a small pair of binoculars up to his eyes aiming them at… his wife Jenny who was laughing beside Coach Black as they stood on the sidelines watching the play. Todd couldn’t blame Mr. Summers, Todd often caught himself staring at her and she’d been the subject of many a masturbatory fantasy. Kitty had even caught him staring at her mom wearing a modest two-piece swimsuit beside their pool and that had nearly broken up with him that afternoon. Mrs. Summers even had this skimpy white form fitting workout outfit that he’d seen once or twice and always turned his teenage dick hard.

“It looks like Samson West is taking the quarterback position,” said the announcer. “Good move on Coach Black’s part. That boy has been on fire of late. Most motivated player on the field.”

Todd turned his attention back on Samson praying the black teen would blow the play and that Coach Black would come to his senses, but he didn’t.

“TOUCHDOWN COCKS!” roared the announcer.

**********

“Go cocks,” said Long. He frowned and played with the dial on the radio. That was the last he heard of the game. He’d lost the station and still had some driving before him. Coach Black was going to text him the final score. In his opinion, Tittsville should be an easy victory. It was a small town in the northwest corner of Coxville County, about half the size of Coxville, but mostly white. They had none of the black behemoths that his school possessed. Some fine-looking women though. Gustav Titts and his wife Astrid had founded the town with Swedish settlers around the same time Cox had started his plantation. The women all had the Swede look with most women leaning towards being tall and slim, with pale skin, blonde and red hair, and light eyes. Not to forget big Coxville breasts. The town was still 80-90% Swede stock with the remainder, curiously enough, being Romany stock with darker skin and hair, nearly the polar opposite of the Swedes, but the women were just as beautiful.

He passed a sign. 80 miles to New Orleans. Long reached down and adjusted the radio. He found some Dixieland jazz to put him in the N’awlins mood. He pulled into the city around an hour later and his phone beeped. He glanced down just as the message came up and smiled. The Cocks had another victory.

He was still smiling when he checked into a dive motel and still smiling when he left his room. The old black man strolled down Tulane avenue to Congo Square. “Praise Damballah and his avatar on earth Prospero,” he muttered, bowing his head in prayer. This was a holy spot to his faith with many voodoo practitioners. Outside the square were dozens of shops. He found the one he was looking for and walked across the square towards it. The flashing neon sign that read, FORTUNES, beckoned him from the window.

**********

THE SENIOR BONFIRE

**********

“God damn… niggers,” Todd mumbled under his breath. He didn’t often use the “N” word as his generation was a little more open minded, but that was the word that came to his mind. Coach Black had not only pulled him from his quarterback position, he also had Todd picking up the equipment while the rest of the team had taken off for the lake all cheering for Samson West, the big hero and new quarterback.

“Excuse me,” said a soft feminine voice behind him.

Todd glanced up and did a double take. The Titan’s head cheerleader stood smiling at him. “Yes?” he asked, unable to take his eyes off her.

“I really wanted to meet you. I’ve watched you play before. You’re quite good even if your game has been off lately. I just wanted to say that the Cocks should never have replaced you with that black guy, but then what do you expect from a black coach.” She crinkled her perfect little nose at the mention of the black men that Todd had just been cursing out.

“I know right,” he said, agreeing with her. “I’m Todd White.” He held his hand out.

“I know who you are. I’ve been watching you for years. Elin Lindquist.”

She shook his hand and Todd held it, staring into her eyes, not an easy thing to do when breasts as large as Jenny Summers were crying out for his attention. She resembled Kitty with hair the same color and length only her hair was down while Kitty preferred pig tails. She was also taller, close to six feet and he really liked that, but then most of the Titan’s women were on the tall side. “Beautiful,” he said.

She raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“Elin, it’s a beautiful name.”

She blushed and sucked her lower lip into her mouth, staring at him both shyly and seductively. “Thank you,” she said, giving his hand a little squeeze.

This chick was into him. Todd felt his confidence returning. “Say Elin,” he paused, finally letting go of her hand. “Tonight, the seniors have this tradition of having a party over at the lake campground. How’d you like to come with me?”

“If you don’t mind giving me a ride home afterwards, I’d love to go.”

“Great, let me finish here and take a quick shower and we’ll get going.” Todd smirked he felt so cocky. He’d been planning to skip the party, but with this magnificent creature on his arm he could show his classmates that while Todd might be down, he wasn’t out. Elin turned away and waved at the Tittsville High van. It drove off with the other cheerleaders whooping and hollering as it turned away. Some cheerleaders snapping some pictures of Todd and Elin before it left.

Oh yeah, he thought, Todd White is back baby!

**********

A bell rang when Long stepped in the door. He glanced around the voodoo shop at the normal regalia. A woman stepped through a bead curtain, her eyes traveling up and down his body, stopping on the large snakelike bulge under his pants. “Greetings favored of Damballah. I am Mambo Sally. What can I do for you?”

Willie couldn’t help feeling disappointed. The woman was obese and very dark skinned. Gold hoop rings stretched from her ear lobes and she wore a scarf over her hair. “I’d like a tarot reading,” he told her. “A real tarot reading. I’m no tourist.”

A tongue came out and licked over her lips as she stared at him hungrily. “It would be my pleasure.” She held her hand out towards a round wooden table with a crystal ball on it and a deck of tarot cards.

Long walked over and took a seat. Mambo Sally followed him and unceremoniously grabbed the crystal ball setting it aside like the worthless piece of junk it was. “What is your name?” she asked.

“His name is William Long,” came another voice. Another woman came through the beads. This one made Long’s cock swell just from being in her presence. “Thank you Sally, I got this one.” The fat black woman scowled, glancing longingly at Willie before leaving through the beaded curtain. “How are you Willie?” asked the black woman.

“I am well Adela, very well.” Long stared at her. Adela Laveau was the most magnificent woman he’d ever seen. She had flawless brow skin, but with Caucasian facial features. Her breasts were proud and full, every bit as amazing as Jenny Summer’s famous breasts. She was a descendent of the famed voodoo priestess’ Marie Laveau’s younger daughter, also named Marie, and Prospero Black the incarnation of Zombi Damballah. This made her a distant cousin of Willie’s as he was descended form Betty Cox and Prospero Black.

Adela locked the door to the shop and turned off the neon signs before turning back around. “So, it is done. Our lord is awakened from his long slumber?”

“It is done,” said Willie smiling. The prophecy is coming true. I myself have bedded three white women, two of Cox blood and all three married. I have witnessed Coach Black take another Cox woman while her daughter also discovered the black serpent of Damballah.”

“I have felt the sexual energy,” said Adela. She approached the table. She was wearing an African style wrap around dress. With several movements of her hands, the dress fell to her feet. Willie gulped as he stared at her nude body. Adela bent down, breasts dangling before his gaze. She spread the tarot cards out all over the table in a haphazard fashion. “Despre has gone to Coxville to investigate the sexual energy, but I have not heard from him which means he has been busy.”

Willie stood and opened his pants. He pulled his cock out and pushed his pants down, giant cock slowly rising. He didn’t know why he was so worried earlier. It didn’t matter how many times he’d cum already, Adela could make any cock stand at attention.

“You do your ancestors proud,” said the lovely black woman, staring at his cock. “I kneel before such a powerful black serpent.” Adela fell to her knees and Willie spread his legs as she grabbed his huge cock and guided it to her mouth. He moaned as her tongue ran circles around his throbbing cock head. She relaxed her throat and took the end of his shaft down past her tonsils, sucking and slurping on his cock like the pro she was. This woman was no stranger to big black cocks and her skills were amazing. She grabbed the legs of the chair and used them as a brace to push herself back and forth, his cock sliding deeper with each push up until her lips kissed his old white pubes.

Just as Willie was beginning to feel the sperm welling up in his balls, she pushed back until his glistening shaft sprang free from her mouth. Adela stood and straddled him, guiding the head of his monster cock between her thighs. He could feel the heat coming off her pussy even before his cock head pierced the folds of her pussy lips. They both groaned as her lips spread around his cock head and he entered her. She worked her hot pussy around his cock taking inch after inch inside her. Adela was halfway impaled on his shaft when she began to tremble. He watched her lovely face and she sucked her lower lip into her mouth, whimpering as she came around his cock. The orgasm seemed to weaken her legs as she collapsed impaling herself fully on his shaft. This time, Adela opened her mouth and screamed loudly as her pussy soaked his crotch.

“Damn gurl, you got a sweet pussy,” he groaned feeling a little stupid saying it, but she chuckled even as she caught her breath. Adela was sitting still in his lap, but her pussy muscles were working his cock like they were fucking. Every square inch of his cock felt like it was getting a massage. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips against hers even as she came again.

“Just don’t cum in me,” said Adela breaking the kiss. She went to work bouncing in his lap, throwing back her head to cum again every ten bounces or so. Willie took her elongated brown nipples into his mouth biting and sucking them which only served to make her cum even harder. “So good, she whispered. “You fuck me so good, William. Damballah, but it’s getting bigger. Don’t cum in me.”

“Damn,” he grunted, sweat flying from his brow. He wanted to flood her perfect womb with every drop of his seed. “Fuck! Here it cums!”

Adela wanted his seed in her just as bad, but she exerted all her self-control and bounced high in his lap until his cock sprang free. She quickly fell to her knees and threw his cock over her shoulder, jerking the soaked shaft as quickly as she could.

“Gawd damn! UNGGGH!” The sperm welled up in his balls and shot up through the shaft. Willie opened his eyes in time to see a large wad of sperm shoot out from his cock. The wad broke apart as it came down on the table. Another wad scattered as it left the head of his cock. Drops of his white seed splattered down upon the tarot cards. The third wad didn’t make it over the table and Adela quickly pulled his cock head into her mouth so that she could taste and swallow his weaker blasts of cum. She clearly liked what she tasted, jerking his cock until the last little pearl drop had fallen onto her tongue. She sat back and moaned, licking her lips.

**********

Jenny swallowed the last of Black’s cum. She sat up in the car seat and licked her lips. “You sure about this Coach? I don’t want to spoil the senior’s fun.”

“I told the team I’d have a beer with them. We won’t spoil their fun. Let’s go.”

“Alright,” said Jenny with some reluctance. She got out of the car. The parking lot was crowded with cars and dark. The lake didn’t have street lights, wanting to disturb nature as little as possible. The only light was the glow from the huge bonfire down on the shore and the light from cell phones. Human forms were visible around the fire. Kitty was here somewhere.

“We’ll just have one beer and head back to my place. I’m sure you’re tired and could use some sleep.”

Jenny raised one eyebrow though he couldn’t see it in the dark. “I don’t expect to have any sleep until I go back to Harold Sunday night. Until then, I want that black cock in me as much as possible.”

“Your wish is my command,” said Black with a snort. Jenny Summers had this notion that if she fucked him enough this weekend, she could get him out of her system. Then she could stay with her wimp husband and have Coach on the side whenever it was safe to get together. Black Coxville cock was an addiction though. You didn’t get heroin out of your system by shooting up as much as possible. You only got more addicted and she’d easily given in to a couple of her students at her pool yesterday. A strong part of him didn’t want to share this amazing woman with any more brothers. Coach Black was already half in love with her and if she had decided to move in with him for good, he would have been quite content with the situation.

Jenny was thinking similar thoughts. She hated Samson West for blackening her daughter, but his cock had been amazing. Stubby’s fat cock had felt great in her ass too. But they were her students and even worse, they hadn’t had a vasectomy like the Coach. No, her body would stay faithful to the Coach and her mind would stay with her husband, a man she no longer had any sexual desire for, but he was a good provider and the father of her daughter. Would he even want her back after what he’d seen her doing at their pool?

Thinking about Harold, had her remembering their own time at the lake. Back in her day as they did now, the seniors set tents up randomly all over the campground. She and Harold had made love in one such tent and she was convinced Kitty had been conceived here.

“SLUT! YOU FUCKING SLUT!”

The yelling startled Jenny. She glanced at Black. “Looks like Brian and Pamela are having a fight,” he said. They were close enough to the fire now that she could see an arrogant smirk on his face.

“How could you do this to me?” said Brian, quieter now.

“I’m sorry Brian, but it’s over,” said Pamela. She was still wearing her cheerleading uniform as was Patty who was nearby with her boyfriend Steve.

“But he’s a nig…” Brian froze. This generation wasn’t a racist as the previous ones, but old habits die hard. Plus, there were many black men within hearing. “But he’s black?” Jenny had never seen a more anguished looking face then at that moment. Brian, like all the white men in Coxville High had showered and seen the enormous black cocks on the black students. Just the thought of that monster in his white girlfriend was tearing him apart inside.

“Watch it bro. It happened is all,” said Deon coming up to take Pamela’s arm. Miko ran up and grabbed her other arm, leading her off away from the fire.

Brian threw his hand over his face and cried. “Damn man, I’m sorry,” said Steve, placing his hand on Brian’s shoulder. “First Kitty, now Pam…”

“Fuck off,” said Brian, yanking his shoulder away. He rose and stormed off towards his car.

“Dude, you want me to drive you home,” called Steve. Brian ignored him, and Steve walked over to Patty shaking his head. He put his arm around the buxom red head and pulled her tightly into him, smiling down at his hot girlfriend.

“Steve, we need to talk,” said Patty, pulling away from him.

“Sure babe,” he replied, still smug, oblivious to what was coming. She led him off into the brush. The hulking form of Max following shortly behind them.

“Oh my god,” whispered Jenny. “This is all fallout from the pool party.”

“No shit,” grunted the Coach. “Your girls are like you now, hooked on black dick.”

“No,” she hissed, in denial.

Black snorted. “My boys waited until the game was over to break the news. Now the white boys have a week to get their shit together for next week’s game.”

“Is that all you care about, winning games? Brian looked crushed.”

“How’d Harold look yesterday?” said Black, a little coldly. He smiled when he approached his team. “My boys, WHAT’S UP?”

“COACH!” roared the visible team members. The blacks stood up and ran a line past the Coach slapping his hand. Their eyes ogled Coach Summers lustfully, grinning at the Coach like they knew the two were fucking.

“NIGGER LOVER!”

The angry shout was so loud, the entire crowd around the fire fell silent. Angry black eyes turned towards the bushes. There was a loud thud followed by Steve flying up backwards out of the bushes and landing hard on his back a little too close to the fire. He sat up shaking his head as Max loomed up out of the darkness. Patty appeared and leaned into Max. He put his dark arm around her possessively. “She’s with me now bro. It’s in your best interest to let it go.” Steve didn’t answer. He looked confused and kept shaking his head even as his eyes rolled up in his head and he fell back onto the sand. “Take him to his tent,” said Max. Stubby and LD ran up, grabbing Steve’s arms, and dragging him off into the bushes.

“I’ll get us some beers,” said Coach, smiling.

“SAMSON! SAMSON! M-FUCKIN-VP, MUTHAFUCKERS!” roared the black men around the fire.

Jenny watched as Samson appeared with Kitty on his arm. Another black man in the shadows behind him. Kitty saw her mother and eyes widened in surprise, but she said nothing. Black walked over towards them. “Coach! You made it,” said Samson with delight. The two black men, black-hugged each other. They bumped chests and pounded their fists on each other’s backs. Jenny’s heart raced as she pictured herself naked between the two embracing black men. Where were these slutty thoughts coming from? There was only one black man for her. She stared admiringly at the hulking form of her lover as he left Samson and filled up two cups from the keg.

“Hey Coach, you can have my seat,” said Leroy jumping up from a beach chair.

“Yeah, Coach Summers, you can have mine too.” Susan was sitting beside Leroy. Jenny looked down at her and froze.

“Lookin good Susan,” grunted Black. Jenny almost rebuked the coach for commenting inappropriately on a student’s appearance. She looked down at Susan.

Jenny swallowed the stern words that came to her mind when she saw Susan. Like the other cheerleaders, she’d kept her uniform on, but she appeared to have found a top that was smaller than normal. The bottoms of her 32DDD breasts were visible as well as a hint of areola. She wasn’t wearing a bra. “You too Coach Black,” she replied. Susan spread her legs apart. Her skirt was already high on her legs, but it slid further up revealing her slit. Jenny stared. Black stared. Most everyone facing them stared. Susan held her hand up and Coach Black pulled her to her feet. There were groans of disappointment from the crowd as her skirt fell back down her thighs. Her long hair was also uncharacteristically down, and she’d forgone her glasses. Susan Dupree was easily one of the hottest women in school.

“Thanks for the seats,” said Black.

“Susan and I were about to go for a walk anyway,” said Leroy, winking at Coach Black.

“You’d better go get her then,” said the Coach nodding his head towards the receding brown-haired beauty.

Susan had taken Omar’s arm and was leading him off. “So, Omar, what’s prison like?” asked Susan as they walked off into the darkness. Jenny considered Omar one of the criminal class of blacks at Coxville High. He was repeating senior year after spending six months in jail for possession. He’d recently worked with Bobbie Sue and had been attending school regularly since.

“Fuck,” hissed Leroy, watching them leave. He glanced towards Miko, but the short Amerasian leaped out of chair and walked over to grab Deon’s arm, Pamela still hanging on the other arm. Leroy looked back at the receding Susan and Omar before running after them.

Jenny sat, and Black followed, but his eyes were on Susan’s rear end as she walked away. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced at the swelling beneath his pants. “Don’t forget she’s a student,” she reminded him.

“So’s Samson,” he grunted.

A little miffed, she turned her head away from him. She took a sip from her beer as she glanced at the two chairs across the fire from her. Samson was in one. He raised his beer and toasted her, winking one eye. She looked away without responding. Arrogant prick, she thought. Her eyes fell on the other black man. It was his brother, Hercules West, whom she’d expelled. He was staring at her. His eyes dark and piercing. They stared back at her coldly and contemptuously.

Jenny gulped. She looked away and placed her hand on Black’s arm for protection. He grinned at this display of affection from her in front of their students.

**********

“I want to fuck that bitch so bad,” growled Hercules.

“Who bro?”

“Who do ya think?” Herc continued staring at Jenny. “Knockin her white ass up would get the bitch back for throwing me off the team.”

“Studying for her class would have helped,” said Samson.

Herc grunted a reply. “Hard to concentrate in her class.”

Samson laughed. “You got that right. However, you might have a shot though.”

“Why’s that?”

“I fucked her yesterday.”

“Bullshit!”

“Some good pussy too. Let me tell ya about Kitty’s pool party.”

Hercules found the story hard to believe, but he looked around at the popular cheerleaders. They were all hanging on black men and just a week ago, they’d all had white boyfriends. “I believe ya. I been fuckin Kitty’s aunt.”

“Bullsh… Go on,” said Samson, turning his attention on his brother.

“The night at her barbecue. I don’t know what came over me, but somthin’ told me I could get away with it. Turns out she was starving for a real man’s cock. Looks like the white women of this county are finally coming to their senses.”

“Damn! Between the two of us, we’ve fucked Kitty, her mom, and her aunt,” said Samson. He high fived his brother. “Now all that’s left is Granny Cox.”

They laughed, but Hercules shut up. “Seriously though, I’d totally fuck the shit out of that old bitch.”

“Think I was kidding? Kitty’s grandma is totally fucking hot.”

“You got that right,” said Herc, turning to stare at Jenny again. She squirmed in her seat, clearly uncomfortable by his attention. “Still gotta figure a way to get that bitch back though.”

“Be careful, she’s the Coach’s woman.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, check this out,” said Samson. He took his phone out and brought up the video Kitty had made showing Black sodomizing Jenny.

“Dayumn! Knew she’d look good with a black cock up in her.” Hercules looked up at the so-called Queen of Coxville, her hand on the arm of the huge black man beside her.

**********

Adela leaned forwards and kissed the shrinking cock head. It started reversing course at the touch of her lips. She smiled at it but pushed herself up off his knees. She didn’t bother dressing, just walking around the table and sat down across from him. “You’re amazing Willie. Alexander is the only man I’ve met with more sexual power.” He snorted, watching her examine the cards. “You’ve nothing to be jealous of Willie Long.”

“Other than Brook’s youth, good looks, wealth, and power, you mean?” Long was jealous. Alexander Brooks was in his prime, at the start of his service to Damballah while Willie’s service was coming to a close and Brooks had a lot of advantages that Willie Long had never enjoyed.”

Adela smiled at him and circled her hand, palm down several inches above the scattered cards. She paused above two cards, joined by a large pool of semen. She lifted the cards, looked at him seductively as she licked his seed off the backs before flipping them over on the table. “The Emperor and the Empress,” she said, frowning. These were unusually strong cards to start the reading. “The emperor represents a father figure of authority. You are the Emperor William.”

“I like that title,” he said, smiling. “But who is my Empress?”

“A motherly creature of feminine beauty and fertility.”

Willie brought up the image of Jenny Summer’s in his mind. He saw her naked in the shower, staring at Coach Black’s cock, touching it, stroking it, blowing him, and eventually laying down on the tiles in the shower and taking it inside her. He’d watched the video dozens of times and there was no greater creature of feminine beauty then her. “Go on.”

“You choose the next two. The more seed covering them the better” Adela watched his old finger move over the table eventually pointing at one card and then another. She picked up the two cards, holding them down as she rubbed the sperm covering the backs over her nipples before bringing them up and licking them clean. He gulped watching her and she heard a thud as his cock hit the bottom of the table. She smiled at the old man’s virility. She flipped one over. “The Lover. Love and union.” She turned the next card. It was The Devil. “Sexual addiction,” she laughed.

Adela ran her palm over the table holding it several inches above the cards as if trying to sense the more powerful cards. Several small wads of sperm had merged into a larger pool covering six cards. Adela picked each up, licked his semen off the back and flipped it over. “The Hierophant, religion and tradition. Strength which is self-explanatory. The Magician represents power. The King of Wands, a natural born leader. The King of Swords, intellectual power. The last is The Hermit which represents wisdom.”

“The child will be all these things?” asked Willie.

“Yes, but the child must also come from all these things. Four cards remain Willie Long, turn the two over with the least of your seed.” She stopped his hand before he touched the first card. Her finger bent down and scooped up his cum. She rubbed the sperm on her forehead. She nodded at him and he flipped the card. “The Tower,” she said. He moved to the next card and she also scooped the sperm up, this time rubbing it into her brown belly button. “Death,” she whispered when he flipped it over.

“Is that bad?” he asked in alarm.

“Sometimes yes, sometimes no. The Tower is change and upheaval. Death is endings, but also new beginnings. I’ve never seen so many major arcana turned over with one reading. Two cards are left.” She picked up one card and licked the sperm off it again. Adela flipped it over. “The World. Completion and integration.” Adela was panting heavily now as if the reading was exerting her. She stared hungrily at the last card. His first and largest wad had splattered on it, covering the entire card.

Willie reached for it, but Adela hissed at him. She reached for it with both hands, scooping up all the sperm from the card. Adela’s hands went down under the table between her legs. She started moaning immediately as she fingered herself. He couldn’t see what she was doing, but he could hear her fingers frantically working at her vagina. Willie found he was holding his breath as he reached out to flip the card over. “Wait,” she cried. Adela leaned back, gasping. Her lower body was frantically humping her fingers. Her breasts were thrust upwards, hard nipples swollen and glistening from his semen. His cock thudded twice against the bottom of the table. It quivered with desire for her. “Oh Damballah, kreyatè nan lavi yo. Lakansyèl sèpan ki la, koulèv la nwa. Plant pitit pitit ou sou peyi sa a.” Adela threw her head from side to side. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth. Willie could see sweat rolling from her forehead. “Oh Damballah, kreyatè nan lavi yo. Oh Damballah, kreyatè nan lavi yo. Oh Damballah, kreyatè nan lavi yo.” She gasped, “Willie, NOW!”

They both stared at his hand as he reached for the car. Willie flipped it over. Adela screamed as she came. He felt her hot fluids spray over his bare feet and his cock thudded against the table once again.

The last card was The Hanged Man.

**********

The lips kissed his pubes then tightened before pulling back up. Her tongue licked the little grape head before she deep throated him again. He couldn’t hold back, his semen welling up in his nuts. The polite thing to do would have been to warn her, but Todd wanted to cum in her mouth too badly. As Elin pulled back up, his dick bucked, and his semen shot up to the roof of her mouth. He needn’t have worried, she squeezed up along his shaft, milking the rest out before swallowing every drop. “Wow!” he groaned.

Elin giggled and sat back up in the car. “Just so you know, I don’t do that for everyone I meet on the first date.”

“No, that was great,” he groaned, stretching back. Fuck you, Kitty Summers, he thought. Kitty never swallowed.

“I can’t believe I just sucked off Todd White,” said Elin. “I’ve had a crush on you since the first time I watched you play football.” She grabbed the top of her shirt and stretched the tight top out to get it over her mammoth breasts.

Todd couldn’t help himself and reached out for a quick pinch of her nipple before they disappeared. The Titsville girl was a godsend appearing out of nowhere to lift him out of his recent depression. Her breasts were just as perfect as Jenny Summers had been. He’d never mentioned it to anyone, but once when he was at Kitty’s, he’d caught Jenny changing after a shower. The sight of her unraveling the towel around her wet nude body had fueled several hundred masturbation sessions. Now he’d just been sucked off by a girl that resembled a twenty-year-old version of Jenny Summers. “If you liked it so much, you can do it again later,” he said, some of his old cockiness returning.

“No,” she replied, grinning when his smirk fell. “Later, I’d like to feel Todd White’s penis somewhere else.

Todd leaned over and kissed her, not caring that his dick had just been in her mouth. I think I love you, he thought. This was exactly as he deserved to be treated. He broke the kiss. “Let’s go socialize for a bit and get out of here,” he told her.

Todd took her hand in his and she squeezed it back, happily. They left his car and strolled through the parking area towards the bonfire on the beach. “Wassup white hot hands,” roared someone beyond the fire. The grin left his face.

“Hey, can your girl turn those high beams off?” called another. Elin’s nipples were indeed poking hard through her tank top. She’d left her bra in his car.

Deon walked past. He took a bite off a hotdog he’d roasted on a stick. The fat black man looked right at Elin’s breasts. “Tittsville Titans, more like titanic tits,” he grunted, taking another bite of his dog.

Elin looked at the fat black man in horror. She glanced at Todd expecting to be defended, but he just pulled her away. Deon continued staring at her nipples which were starting to throb. “I wish I’d worn my bra now,” she whispered. “Your niggers are so bold!”

“They’ve always been cocky, but it seems to have gotten worse the last few weeks,” he replied. “Let’s just say hi to some people and get out of here.”

Todd led Elin around the bonfire and saw another lovely blonde sitting in a chair with tits as great as Elin’s. Just as he was wondering who this new lovely creature was, his eyes became accustomed to the glare from the fire, focusing on the woman which startled him even more. “Uh, hi Coach Summers,” he said, surprised to see Jenny sitting there with a beer in her hand.

“Todd,” she replied. “Who’s your new friend?” she asked, her eyes moving down to their linked hands. Jenny frowned, she’d still entertained hope, Kitty would come to her senses and get back with Todd.

“Elin Lindquist,” he introduced. “She’s from Tittsville. Coach Summers is the cheerleading coach.”

“Nice to meet you,” said, Elin. “Your squad’s the envy of the county. You must be pretty cool. None of our teacher’s party with the students.”

“Wasn’t my idea,” said Jenny with a sigh.

“Let’s get a beer,” said Todd. He led Elin over towards the keg.

**********

Kitty finished peeing and pulled her booty shorts up. She’d changed after the game and gone with a sexy cowgirl look. The jean shorts showed the bottoms of her ass cheeks. The top was even more daring. A sheer purple halter top tied up just under her breasts leaving her sexy flat belly exposed and she’d forgone wearing a bra, her nipples clearly visible through the top. Her hair was uncharacteristically not tied up which made her resemble her mother more than usual. Little pink hearts hung from her earlobes and boots completed the outfit. Her outfit was sluttier than usual especially the lack of a bra, but Samson had told her to wear it and she desperately wanted to keep him interested, especially after he’d fucked her cheating whore of a mother and let that big white tittied slut Patty suck his cock at the pool last night.

Kitty had done some things herself last night that the eighteen-year-old Katherine Summers of just over a month ago wouldn’t have imagined anyone doing. Namely, taking two men at once and two giant black cocks could take a girl to places one big black cock couldn’t. Even fat ugly Deon was a great fuck and after her first threesome, Leroy had taken her ass. Her nipples hardened as she remembered the ring piercing the flare on his cock head sliding back and forth through her poop shoot. She didn’t even feel guilty for what she’d done. Hell, it had felt too good to feel guilty for it. Kitty was sure of one thing though, she loved Samson more than she’d ever loved anything in her life and despite them both fucking around, she was insanely jealous of anyone else getting a taste of her boyfriend’s big black cock.

Kitty kicked sand over the hole she’d peed in much like her namesake feline and stepped out from behind the bushes. The one annoying thing about the lake in the off season was that the state hauled off the Porta Pottys. She could see the fire in the distance and headed towards it. Several of the sites had tents erected on them and a few spots had just been claimed by sleeping bags or air mattresses and blankets. All Coxville High couples usually got laid at the lake bonfire and many a virginity had been lost here over the years.

“Dayumn Mrs. Summers.”  Kitty looked up. Max was finishing setting up a tent. He laughed. “Sorry, I thought you was yo mother for a moment.” Max’s eyes fell to her hard nipples poking through the purple top. “Lookin good gurl.”

Kitty’s pussy quivered. Max was a dark black muscular giant. She’d never found him attractive, his skin was too black, and she thought his dreadlocks looked unclean. Now she looked at him as if seeing him for the first time with that sexy animalistic masculine presence that most black men had. She’d only gotten a passing glimpse of his cock at the pool party, but what she’d seen of it looked magnificent. “Thanks, Max,” she replied. “But my mom wouldn’t be here partying with the seniors.”

“Wrong, saw her earlier arriving with the Coach, but she was still in uniform, not dressed all fine like you gurl.” Her ran his eyes down her body again. “Seen Patty?”

“Not in a while,” she responded. Suck his cock, whispered a voice in her head. You know you want to, suck him like Patty sucked off your man. Than after you suck him, fuck him long and hard. Kitty shrugged it off. She had a boyfriend. She couldn’t go around sucking and fucking every black man in school. Max and Patty seemed to have paired up too. The blackest of black men and one of the palest white girls in school were now a couple. A pale white girl that had sucked off Kitty’s boyfriend. Her eye twitched picturing them together. “I’ll tell her you’re looking for her.”

“Thanks.”

Kitty suddenly had a thought and it wasn’t a nice one, but it was one that might teach some women to stay away from Samson. “Hey Max,” she said smiling sweetly. “I’m really happy for you and Patty. Why don’t you wait for her in the tent and I’ll go find her and send her to you?”

“Sounds good. Tell her site 13”

“I sure will.” Kitty turned and headed back towards the fire.

**********

Jenny sat back down. Black was over by a group of his boys including Stubby who had both fucked her ass and her pussy at her pool. She felt herself blush when Stubby turned to meet her eyes, giving her a quick wink. Jenny quickly turned her face away but found herself staring into dark eyes that stared at her both lustfully and with contempt. Hercules West would never forgive her for failing him in health class. His brother was staring at her too, but Samson stared at her like all the other boys did, like they were hot for teacher.

Jenny stood and walked away from the fire. “I’m going to find Kitty, she told Black. He waved her on and turned back to his rapt audience as he regaled them with some football story from his short time as a pro. She passed some vacant campsites. The seniors staying here the night had separated their tents to have some privacy. She saw a group of her students, mixed black and white and was about to ask them if they’d seen Kitty when the smell of marijuana hit her. One, Melissa Johnson, was holding out some money to a black man. She saw Jenny and quickly put her money away alerting the others. When they saw her, most immediately tried to hide their joints except for Andy Gooch. The black stoner shrugged and took a puff off his. “You’re a little short, Mel,” he told the girl who obviously had been trying to buy some pot off him. Jenny quickly walked away and heard chuckling erupt behind her. She saw some of her girls, but Kitty wasn’t with them. Jenny turned to walk down by the lake, but before she hit the beach, a strong hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.

“There you are, Jenny,” said Samson, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her crotch against his. The moment his bulge pressed against her, her pussy began to drip, and her nipples started throbbing. “Let’s go find an empty tent.”

Startled, Jenny placed her hand against his hard chest to push him back. “Samson! What are you doing?”

“I want some more of that fine white pussy, Jenny gurl.”

“That’s Mrs. Summers, young man.” She let her hand slide over one of his pecs and felt her pussy tingle. “Look, what happened at the pool was a mistake. It was fun, but a mistake.”

“Come on gurl, you know you want some more of this.” He grabbed her wrist and moved her hand down to his bulge. She grabbed it, her body shivering as it swelled in her hand. Samson pulled her closer, his head turning, lips approaching hers. She squeezed his bulge, remembering how beautiful his young dark cock was.

Her lips parted, but before they could kiss, a young couple burst out of the bushes giggling. Jenny pushed herself back off Samson and stepped back. “No,” she whispered. “I’m not going to cheat on the Coach again.”

“Don’t you mean, Mr. Summers?”

“Shut up and leave me alone.” Jenny turned away and hastened down to the beach. She’d just made it when her phone beeped. Jenny glanced at it. It was a message from Black. He wanted her to meet him in a tent on site 13. She grinned at the thought of fooling around in a tent on bonfire night. It would be just like she was a teenager again only this time it wouldn’t be Harold, it’d be a real man.

**********

“Here ya go Coach, thanks for letting me borrow your phone.”

“Next time don’t leave your house without a charger,” said Black.

“I won’t,” she replied. Kitty brazenly moved her eyes down the Coach’s broad chest to his pants. Her lips curled up in a smirk when she saw his bulging crotch expand. His own eyes roamed down to her cleavage before glancing up nervously and looking around for her mother. The sheer top had been a good idea despite her earlier misgivings.

The best way to get back at her mother for fucking Samson was for Kitty to do the same to Black and it was going to be easy. Truthfully, she thought of his cock a lot. Ever since spying on him with her mother, a part of her lusted for his huge black cock, even bigger and more masculine then Samson’s. She’d have it, but first she needed to break them up and not just, so she’d get a shot at his cock, but for what her mother had done to her poor daddy with her boyfriend. “I’ll see you later, Coach,” she said, winking at him.

Kitty turned, certain that his dark eyes were focusing on the lower ass cheeks spilling out of her jean shorts. She headed off to the trails looking for one of her girls. They’d disappeared into the camping area with various black members of the football team. Despite the pool party virtually turning into an orgy, the cheerleaders and black football players seemed to have paired up. Patty and Max, Fitness obsessed Pamela and oddly enough fat Deon, Miko and Leroy, and Susan had been seen that day holding hands at different times with both LD and Anthony. Only Stubby hadn’t come out of the party with a white girlfriend and Kitty was about to rectify that. Finally, she spotted Patty kneeling and giving a blow job to Leroy.

The black man groaned, and Patty jerked a little, gulping loudly before she snorted, sperm leaking out of her mouth. The buxom redhead quickly pulled his cock down as she arched her back letting him explode all over her white tits. Kitty watched that beautiful swollen pierced cock squirting jet after jet of milky white semen out to splatter on Patty’s pale rosy nipples. She wished it was her kneeling before the hung black man.

Patty released his spent cock and rubbed his semen into her nipples, moaning as her finger flickered over the hard nubs. “Oops!” she squealed looking up to catch Kitty watching her. The redhead looked sheepish, she’d just been caught. She pulled her red “COCKS” top down over her bare breasts and stood while Leroy pulled his baggy pants up.

“S’up, Kitty,” said Leroy. He reached out and squeezed her ass cheek. “How’s dat fine ass?”

“Tight and accommodating as you well know,” she flirted.

“Hmm, not sure. You might have to remind me sometime. I wouldn’t mind seeing if some other places are as tight and accommodating either.”

“I just might give you the chance,” she said, embarrassed by her own behavior. She didn’t want to cheat on Samson again, but she wasn’t sure she could resist Leroy or if she’d even try. He chuckled and walked off.

Patty licked her lips. “I don’t know what came over me. I suddenly had a taste for cum and Pamela told me she was shocked by how good it had tasted.

“I didn’t notice Pam sucking Leroy off.”

Patty giggled. “She didn’t.” The redhead continued when Kitty looked at her curiously. “She sucked his cum out of Miko’s pussy to keep her from getting knocked up.”

“By good, was she talking about Leroy’s semen or Miko’s pussy?”

Patty laughed. They’d all had suspicions about Pam’s sexuality for years. “Anyway, not surprised about Pamela, but Miko shocked me. I find it a little unsettling myself.”

“Yeah, we’ve showered with both of them,” said Kitty remembering her pastor’s sermon on the sins of homosexuality. “I guess if they’re okay with it, we should be too.”

“You won’t tell Max, will you?”

“No.”

“Where is he anyway? Said something about setting up our tent and now that my belly’s full, my pussy is craving some.”

“Haven’t seen him,” she lied. “Besides, I need your help with Amber.”

“What about her?”

“Stubby wants a girlfriend.”

**********

Amber winced, her hands gripping the sides of the air mattress as Lar’s large penis head spread her labia apart. She winced again when he thrust forwards and broke her hymen. Lars groaned as his dick slid all the way in. “You okay, babe?” he asked.

“Yeah, it only hurt a little. Feels fine now. You?”

He snorted. “I’ve never felt anything so good in my life.” She giggled a little beneath him. “I’m going to want to do it a lot from now on.”

“We’ll see,” she replied, pulling his head down and giving him a passionate kiss. Their tongues twirled together, and Amber was really glad they’d decided to go this extra step tonight. Bonfire night was ranked second for losing your virginity after prom. It felt good having a man inside her, being connected on this level. He jerked back suddenly and nearly pulled his entire penis out, but kept the head spreading her open slightly. “What’s wrong?” she asked. He was panting hard.

“Nothing,” he said, looking embarrassed. “I was getting close that’s all. I want this to last a while.” Lars pushed himself off her and sat up, looking down at his girlfriend of five months. Amber was Coxville born and bred. She was tall and lithe with the sexiest belly he’d ever seen. He had a thing for navels and stared at all the cheerleaders’ bellybuttons thanking god and Principal Long for the stomach baring uniforms. They all had sexy stomachs, but Amber’s was the best. At least that’s what he told himself as she was the only cheerleader between boyfriends when he’d asked her out. As much as he loved her stomach, Coxville breasts were any woman’s dominant feature and Amber’s didn’t disappoint. They were tied with Patty’s as the biggest on the squads, EE with East West nipples, pointing in opposite directions. Her areolae were faint and large blending in with her pale skin. The nipples were nickel sized, darker, but flat and didn’t protrude much at all. She was a sun worshipper, golden brown skin except where her skimpy bikini covered which was as pale as redheaded Patty’s. Her looks were slightly different in that she kept her Raven black hair cut short and boyish. She favored dark red lipstick too. Her green eyes stared at him as he buried his prick in her again. This time, he noticed a slight lifting of her hips into him. Amber took in her hot boyfriend. Lars was named after a Dutch ancestor and his family went way back. Sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, devilish face. She liked his stomach as much as he liked hers, flat and firm, with nice abs above it. He wasn’t much of an athlete, but he liked lifting weights. His biceps were as big as any whites in the school, dwarfed only by a lot of the brutish over muscled negroes.

Lars pulled back and thrust forwards again and then again. The feeling came back, but he couldn’t stop this time. Lars quickly lowered himself and slid his tongue over her nipple, wishing it stood out enough that he could take it between his lips to suckle. He lasted three more thrusts before his penis began jerking, filling the condom with his seed. He collapsed.

Amber pushed up on him and with a grunt he pushed himself up. He pulled his penis out. She stared at it fascinated. Some of her blood covered the latex. “It looks even bigger,” she whispered, as he rolled the condom off. The receptacle was filled with semen, another drop of the white stuff appeared on the tip of his swollen penis only to drip down like a tiny raindrop. Lars discarded the condom in the leaves beside the mattress and buried it. Amber stared in continued fascination as the big swollen five-inch penis began receding and shriveling down, four inches and bent over, three inches and hanging over his testicles, two inches, contracting further into his scrotum until it was just a thin withered inch long tube. She grinned knowing it would be ready to grow bigger the next time.

 Lars collapsed beside her. “Wow, you’d think it was my birthday.”

“Hey, I stroked you off for your birthday.” Giving Lars a hand job for his birthday three months ago had been the first time she’d seen his penis. She’d jerked him off several more times since. Her growing fascination with his penis was what convinced her to give up her virginity. He’d wanted her to put her lips on it, but she found the idea repulsive even though she knew lots of the cheerleaders did it for their boyfriends. Todd had even bragged about Kitty’s blowjobs and the thought of Lar’s telling everyone she’d sucked him off turned her off the idea though Lars had a lot more class then Todd White.

“Happy birthday, babe,” he said. “Wanna go join the party?”

“Or we can lay here naked and do it again?”

Lars grinned from ear to ear just as the loud horn went off right outside the tent.

AH-OOO-GA!

They both jumped as the tent flap ripped open. Lar’s held his hand over his scrotum as Kitty and Patty stuck their heads in. “There’s the birthday girl,” cried Kitty. “Get dressed. You’re coming with us.”

“What for?”

“We got a present for you,” said Patty.

“Something all girls should get on their eighteenth birthday,” added Kitty. Lars sat up reaching for his pants. “You can wait here,” she told him.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming.”

“Oh, you will be,” said Kitty. “You will be. Now hurry up.” She closed the flap.

“Damn, did you see her top?” Lars whispered.

Amber nodded, grabbing her underwear. It was her sexiest, as sheer as Kitty’s top. She’d worn it special for this night. Lars had stared intently as her nipples through the thin white bra and even more intently at her dark black pubic mound through the panty. She hadn’t let him anywhere near that until tonight. He was staring now just as intently as she lifted her hips and pulled the panty up. She grinned proudly when she noticed that his penis had extended to two inches while watching her. Amber pulled on her cheerleading uniform. “Be right back,” she said, kissing him before leaving the tent.

“Took ya long enough,” said Kitty, grabbing her arm, and leading her off towards the picnic area.

“Where are we going?” asked Amber. She pulled her lipstick out of a little pocket on her uniform and reapplied it to her lips, smacking them together.

“To get your present,” said Patty. “Kitty and I both have one and we hope you’ll like yours just as much.”

Amber shrugged and returned her lipstick just as Patty took her other arm. Amber had used to dream of the day she’d be invited into Kitty’s inner circle. There were 14 girls on the squad, but Kitty kept her clique down to her five friends. Even introverted Susan got invited to Kitty’s pool all the time like they had last night. Amber had her own little clique, three other seniors and one of their little sisters, a junior were her closest friends. The junior, Lucy was being groomed to take Kitty’s place next year. The others in the squad were two sophomores and two more juniors.

Amber’s clique was secondary to Kitty’s, much like basketball cheerleaders were secondary to football cheerleaders. She’d dreamt of moving up to Kitty’s but started having second thoughts when Kitty and Todd broke up and as rumor had it, she’d cheated on Todd with Samson. Some of the others had gotten down right flirty with the nigg… negroes on the team tonight also. Amber tried to be more open minded about racism, but she’d heard her father use the “N” word so often, it had imprinted itself on her. He hated the local blacks with a passion.

“Where are we going?” she asked again. “I want to get back to Lars.”

“Patience,” said Patty.

“Lars can wait,” added Kitty. They guided her further from the tents and partiers to a lone picnic table in the darkness with a shadowy figure seated on the bench.

“Who is that?” she asked, shivering a little. The shadowy figure reminded her of the crazy sex dream she’d had last month. She’d dreamt she was at this lake only it was summer, and she was in her tiny bikini. It had suddenly grown dark and a large shadowy man had grabbed her from behind, ripping her bikini off. He’d grabbed her breasts and slid his huge penis into her. Amber felt her nipples throb as she remembered the dream. She’d been so horny the next morning that it had helped convince her to give up her virginity. “Who is that…Stubby?”

“Happy birthday Amber,” said Stubby. “The cheerleaders wanted to give you a present.”

Amber’s eyes were on the box in his lap. His hands were holding it a little obscenely as it was a long-elongated box with a little bow on top. It looked like a liquor box, but she wasn’t much of a drinker. So why had they gotten her wine? Amber was curious now.  She stepped closer. “Let me have it?” she asked, “Please.”

Stubby looked down at the box. He pulled the bowed top off and looked inside. Amber leaned over to look down, but he quickly replaced the lid. “Come and get it, gurl. Best present you’re ever going to get.”

“Yeah, go get it, Amber.” Kitty added. Both she and Patty had stepped back. They moved into the shadows leaving her alone with the black man.

Amber glanced at Stubby. His dark eyes stared back at her. He was a tough looking negro and had black features such as a flat nose and big lips. His head was smooth, and he sported a goatee. His real name was Franklin Stubbs, but only teachers called him that. Stubby was also the second shortest black man in school except for Dewey who was a few inches shorter. He was a tight ball of huge muscles though and performed well on the field. “Very well then,” she said, feeling like she was being set up.

Stubby kept the box in his lap, holding it with both hands, but he did bend it a little so that it leaned in her direction. The moonlight was bright enough that Amber could indeed see that it was a gift box for liquor. The kind you give someone for Christmas. There were stripes on it and snowflakes. Highlighted in the center were the words Best Gift Ever. Stubby must have provided it. His dad owned Stubb’s Wine and Spirits. A package store catering mostly to Westside niggers. Her old-fashioned dad believed that “niggers” had no self-control when it came to booze, drugs, or sex. The Stubbs family were one of the better off black families because of the business and Stubby made a pretty penny providing alcohol to his classmates. “Come on,” he said impatiently.

“I don’t really drink.”

“Just open it and tell me if it isn’t the Best Gift Ever.”

“Okay,” she replied. Amber couldn’t help thinking that this was the most she and Stubby had ever spoken in the 12 years they’d gone to school together. She reached out and lifted the lid, but it was too dark to see inside. He continued to hold the box steady as she reached in. Her fingers encountered a smooth knob, kind of like a golf ball only more the size of a large peach. “What is this?” she asked, “A stopper of some kind?”

He chuckled. “Nope.”

Amber pulled on it. Stubby grunted as she did, but the stopper didn’t pull free. So, it wasn’t the cork on a liquor bottle. The thing flared out a few inches under the tip. She tugged again, yanking her hand back in surprise when some kind of fluid squirted in her palm. She turned her palm over, the fluid glistening in the moonlight. She couldn’t identify it, but it was sticky. A squirt gun? A lotion bottle? The knob was certainly as hard as plastic and solid. She reached back in. Her hand squeezed into the box moving further down. The knob was attached to a shaft as thick as a soda can’s. She ran her hand up and down it, tugging on the shaft, and got another squirt in the palm. For some reason her nipples were aching again, pulsating along with her beating heart. “What is this thing?” A club or nightstick? But why did it squirt?

“What’s it feel like?”

“Honestly,” she said. She pictured Lar’s erect penis in her mind. “It feels a little like a penis only bigger.”

Stubby snorted. “That sure aint no penis.”

“Of course, it isn’t,” Amber laughed pushing her hand deeper into the box. The thing in her hand was hot to the touch too and it felt alive. Her flat nipples were hurting more. They hurt enough she wanted to get this over with and rub lotion on them or get back to the tent with Lars and take her top off so that nothing was rubbing against them. “Come on Stubby, let me have it.”

“You sho you wants dis?”

“Yeah, I wants.. want it.”

“You sho you wants to know what feels like a penis, but is big like dis?”

“Yes, give it too me already.”

Stubby let go of the box. He’d been holding it together. The cardboard fell away and Amber looked down at the black monster in her hand. “Oh my god,” she cried. The pain in her nipples grew as they swelled out a little.

“That’s a black cock you is holding, not some little white penis.”

**********

Pink lips pressed hard against pink lips. Pamela pressed down harder on Miko. The smaller half-Asian girl writhed beneath the more dominant athletic Pamela. Miko’s hips began thrusting upwards as if wishing Pamela had a cock between her legs with which to fuck her. Pamela wished she had a cock to fuck Miko with. She could give Miko a lot of pleasure, but she couldn’t give her the pleasure Leroy’s huge black cock had. Nor could Miko do for Pamela what Leroy or Deon had done for her. “Patience,” she whispered, kissing Miko again. “I have one coming.”

“Oh god,” moaned Miko as Pamela kissed down her neck. “I need Leroy’s cock again.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t find him.” Pamela squeezed Miko’s gorgeous breast, watching the nipple swell up. C cups were on the smallish side in Coxville, but they looked big on Miko’s smaller Asian frame. Her own breasts used to be a large C-cup and it took a nearly obsessive daily physical routine to keep them down to their current B-cup size. No amount of exercise would reduce them further and once when Pamela was laid up with a broken leg, they’d ballooned back up to Cs within two weeks and she felt they would have kept growing if she hadn’t started exercising again.

“Knock knock,” said a deep voice outside.

A shiver of lust shook Pamela’s body when she heard the voice. “In here,” she said.

The flap of the tent was pulled aside, and the two young women’s noses were immediately filled with the scent of corn chips and beer as fat Deon crawled in to join them. Miko scrunched up her nose in distaste when she saw it was the fat black man joining them. Her arm moved to cover her breasts. He rose up to his knees. Deon’s immense bulk filled most of the tent. “You girls order some nigger cock?” he asked, pulling a stained tee shirt over his head.

Deon’s out of shape torso disgusted both women. Miko was thoroughly turned off by the excess flesh hanging off Deon’s chest and belly. Pamela saw him differently. To her Deon was a lump of dark clay, that with some training, proper dieting, and exercise, she could shape him into a black Adonis. His biceps were already shaped and bigger than any other blacks on the team.

“Ah, no,” answered Miko, “but I am looking for Leroy. Have you seen him?”

“Yeah, he’s around,” said Deon, undoing the strings on his sweat pants.

“Then I’ll get dressed and go find him,” said Miko. “Leave you two alone.” She gave Pamela a glance that spoke volumes. How could you fuck this fat slob? Or Kitty for that matter? The most popular girl in school had taken both Stubby and Deon at the same time yesterday afternoon.

“You ain’t goin nowhere bitch, til you had some of this.” His meaty hand pulled his monster of a cock out of his sweats.

“Don’t talk to me like th…” Miko froze staring at it as if seeing it for the first time. She’d seen it yesterday. He’d fucked Pamela several times in the bed right beside Miko, but she’d been distracted by Leroy’s near constant fucking. Deon was darker skinned then Little Leroy and so was his cock. He held the floppy monstrosity in his hand and shook it. The thick black cock swelled some more.

It grew even bigger when Pamela reached out and grabbed the end. She shifted her position and guided the growing cock towards her mouth. It hardened fully when Pamela’s tongue flickered out to twirl around the head. Pamela stopped for a moment, holding the huge black shaft and staring at the head. Then she kissed it. She kissed the very tip of Deon’s cock with as much affection as she had Miko’s soft lips earlier. It was a strange thing to do and something she’d never have done for Brian. Todd maybe, if he’d asked, but not anymore. Pamela opened her mouth a took the giant black cock head inside her throat all the way down to her uvula.

“Let me try,” said Miko beside her. The smaller girl had come around on all fours and was staring at her friend sucking Deon’s cock. “I think he’s bigger than Leroy,” she said.

“I sure am,” chuckled Deon, proudly. He watched Miko grab his shaft and try to pull his cock out of Pamela’s mouth. Pam relented and Miko guided the head between her own lips. “You bitches sure is hungry for some nigger cock meat. I used to have trouble getting even that ho Stacy to fuck me, now you two is fighting over my junk.”

God, he was foul! Pamela wanted to shut him up, stop him from talking. She sat up on her knees, placed both hands on his jowls and guided his lips against hers. His prehensile tongue pushed into her mouth and her own tongue danced with his. She could taste the corn chips as he slobbered all over her mouth with his own. Instead of being disgusted, her eyes closed, and a low lustful moan grew deep in her throat. She felt a stronger connection with this man than she ever had with Brian and her feelings were even growing stronger. One huge black hand came around and squeezed the hard cheek of her ass even as another meaty hand grabbed her tit and squeezed. Pamela threw her arms around his neck and pulled his tongue even deeper down her throat. Her body pressed hard into his flesh. Like most obese men, he sweated profusely, and her lithe white torso was soon as slick as his.

When she finally broke their embrace, she looked down to see Miko had swallowed more than half the thick 13 or 14-inch cock down her throat. She felt jealous at the sight and she wasn’t sure if she was jealous that Miko was getting his cock all to herself or was she envious that Fat Deon was able to give her beautiful girlfriend something Miko craved that Pamela couldn’t give her.

“Hey, hey, hey,” said Deon, doing a pretty good Fat Albert. “Time for some Jello pudding.”

He placed his hand on her head and pushed her down on all fours beside Miko. The half Japanese girl had forced nearly a foot of Deon’s cock down her throat. Her eyes were closed, tears running out from under her lips at the strain of swallowing such a huge cock, but her throat was making the same lustful moan that Pam’s had while kissing him.

Miko pulled back and then pulled back some more until the head sprang free of her mouth. Just as Pamela had, she placed a kiss on the tip of Deon’s cock. Then Miko surprised her. She noticed Pamela staring at Deon’s cock and bent the shaft towards Pamela, sharing it with her. Pam leaned forwards, but Miko yanked it back and kissed the head again. She giggled, teasingly and aimed it back towards Pamela. This time, she let Pam have it. Pam moaned again as Deon’s cock head pushed its way past her tonsils. Pam swayed her body sucking her favorite cock. Miko helped her, milking the shaft, her little hand looking ridiculously small against the thick cock.

“Here it comes bitches,” he grunted.

The cock shuddered like a garden hose suddenly coming to life. A river of hot cum shot down her throat. Pamela rocked backwards, the cock head entering her mouth. The volume caught her off guard, her cheeks ballooning outward as her mouth filled to the point she started gagging, sperm dribbling down her chin.

Miko yanked hard on the cock, pulling it free of Pamela’s mouth. Pamela swallowed his cum down just as the head blew out another wad that nearly covered Miko’s entire face with his hot thick cum before her lips closed over the head. She gulped contentedly, her hand slowly stroking along the shaft milking it for as much of his seed as she could get. Miko pulled back, her mouth open and Pam could see the last bit of Deon’s seed before she closed her mouth and gulped it down. Miko closed her eyes savoring the taste, swaying a little as if drunk on cum.

“You bitches sho do know how to drain a pair of balls,” grunted Deon. He was jerking his cock off trying to keep it hard. He reached out and grabbed some of Miko’s hair. “On your back, slut,” he growled. Miko leaped to obey, looking excited. He looked over at Pamela. “You on all fours.”

Pamela leaped to obey just as fast. She crawled over besides Miko, bending down to kiss her friend on the lips. Their tongues touched, but Pamela moved her mouth away to kiss and lap up some of the cum on Miko’s face. “FFUUCCKK!” she screamed, rearing up. Half of Deon’s cock had been shoved deep in her pussy. “FUCK!” she cried again as he worked it in and out of her, the head pushing deeper. “FUCK! FUCK ME!”

He slapped her ass. “Fuck you with what? My big nigger cock?”

“FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG NIGGER COCK!”

“Fucking nigger loving whore,” muttered a white male voice from outside the tent.

“JESUS DEON! You feel so good in me,” moaned Pamela crying from the pleasure she was receiving. “I love your big nigger cock. I’m… I’m… CUMMING!”

“WOW!” said Miko beside her, looking up at the expressions on Pamela’s face as she orgasmed.

The expression of pure pleasure turned to disappointment as Deon pulled his cock out. Miko watched in awe as the huge wet cock glistened in the light of their little lamp.

Deon grabbed it and bent the head down towards her pussy. “You want this?” he asked, slapping the head down on her pubes.

“Yes please.”

“What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me,” grunted Miko. Pam could see Miko’s hips were lifting up off the floor of the tent wanting to receive him.

“What do you want me to fuck you with?” Deon bent his cock downwards.

Miko moaned with frustration. “Your big cock. Fuck me with your big cock,” she whimpered, begging for it. He slapped the head down hard again, this time on her pussy lips and Miko winced. “Your big nigger cock. FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG NIGGER COCK!”

Pamela watched closely as Miko’s pussy lips spread out around the huge cock head, gripping it tightly, bending inwards slightly as the head spread her open. Miko looked shocked, then pleased, then stunned as more and more of the giant cock penetrated her. Her hips raised to receive him as inch after inch of his cock penetrated her. Then Pamela lost sight of her body as Deon laid down on the petite woman. All Pam could see were Miko’s white fingers digging into Deon’s shoulders and her legs spread wide around Deon’s hips as his flabby black ass rose and fell rapidly. Miko let out a muffled cry of pleasure and Pamela watched her toes curl as her legs trembled.

Deon pushed himself off with his strong arms and sat back up. Miko looked pleasantly stunned. She was covered with a sheen of Deon’s sweat as she laid there staring at the top of the tent, gasping for air. Deon slapped his cock against Pamela’s ass and guided the head back into her. He grabbed her hips pulling her back into his thrusting cock, fucking her hard and fast until she came again. This time she fell forwards burying her head in her arms. There was a loud POP as his cock sprang free.

He turned back to Miko. She nodded her head eagerly, reaching down and spreading her pussy open for him as he pushed the head back in past her folds. This time he didn’t lay down. He lifted her by the knees and fucked her hard. Pamela sat up and watched jealously as they fucked hoping that Deon wouldn’t prefer Miko to her and that Miko would still have time for some soft feminine love with her. Miko’s breasts flopped back and forth just as Deon’s entire torso shook with each thrust, his sweat flying off his body.

Pamela stared at Deon and for a moment she saw his potential to be a true black beast. Gone was the fat shaking flesh to be replaced by a hard-muscled brute as big or bigger than any of the black brutes of Coxville County. She vowed at once to help him reach his potential.

Deon grunted and slammed his cock forwards holding it still as Miko screamed. Pamela could see Miko’s golden flat tummy undulating and she knew that Deon’s was filling her womb with his seed. Deon worked his cock around a little, making sure every last drop of his cum was inside her. Pam’s tongue could never give Miko that kind of pleasure no matter how hard she tried and she was filled with jealousy again.

Pamela was halfway dressed in her underwear by the time Deon pulled his cock out of Miko and looked her way. “Where the fuck you going? I ain’t done.”

She stretched her sports bra out and adjusted her panty. “I need to think. I’m going for a swim.”

“At night?” asked Miko finally sitting up, a stream of semen began flowing from her pussy.

Hmm, that looked good, though Pamela staring at the sperm. Deon’s seed flavored with Miko’s pussy juice had to be good. “I do it every time I come to the lake. I swim out to the island and back.”

“That’s like a mile off shore. You’re crazy.”

“I’ve done it a dozen times. Trust me, I’ll be back.”

“Wait,” cried Miko.

Pam ignored her and slipped out the tent flap. They weren’t far from the water and she didn’t feel nervous if anyone caught her in her underwear. It was athletic sports underwear and resembled the bikini that she’d worn yesterday at the pool.

Pamela strolled to the shoreline and into the water. The moon was full and over the island. The dark outline of slave island was visible and for a moment she thought she saw a light flickering out there. Campers this time of year were unusual. She fell forwards, feeling the cool water embrace her body cleaning it of Deon’s sweat. Her lithe arms propelled her forwards and soon she was rapidly swimming towards the lake. Her jealousy and confusion disappearing with the familiarity of a good workout.

Pamela was halfway across when the mist enveloped her.

**********

Stacy wasn’t used to rejection. In the last 24 hours, it appeared she had lost all her boyfriends to white girls. It felt like everyone was getting laid but her. Even Susan of all people! A short time ago, the formerly uptight racist bitch who had tried to keep Stacy off the squad had passed her with LD, Leroy, and Omar in tow. She led them off into the darkness towards the picnic area openly joking about taking all three men. Obviously kidding, even Stacy hadn’t gone that far.

Stacy stood up and stretched seductively. She was wearing a white spaghetti strap top that left her dark belly exposed. It was actually sized to expose just a hint of midriff, but her Coxville breasts lifted the hem well above her navel. When she raised her arms over her head and stretched, the hem exposed the bottoms of her bare breasts. She relaxed and pulled the hem down, tightening the material over her hard-brown nipples. The outline of both nipples and puffy areola were on full display, telling the world that she was braless. No one paid her any attention.

Samson was near the bonfire with his brother, but she was still pissed at him for calling her Kitty the last time they’d fucked. Hercules was a strong possibility. She’d never had him and no doubt his cock would be as great as Samson’s. They were engrossed in conversation and not paying her any attention.

She frowned looking around for anyone to fuck, but most of the blacks had disappeared and only some of the whites were left. Many of the white football players had left distraught after what had seemed to be a mass dumping of them by their white girlfriends. She spun around and put a little extra shake in her ass as she walked to the keg to refill her cup. Her cheek hugging cut off jean shorts had enticed many a nigga to take off after her fine ass.

She filled her cup and sighed. Since discovering sex, she hadn’t looked back. Black cock was an addiction and the more you had the more you wanted. The problem was that sexual satisfaction was not emotional satisfaction and it often left her feeling empty that she didn’t have a more connected emotional bond with a man. She was just an easy piece of ass to the black team members. Stacy probably would have descended into having multiple babies with multiple unknown fathers if her mother hadn’t insisted she start birth control early. Her Pop Pop had made sure she kept her studies up to as long as she was a student in his school and she was grateful.

Stacy slipped off her flip flops when she reached the beach. She reached down and picked them up with one hand, sipping from her cup with the other. Stacy headed along the lakeshore away from the bonfire, the moon light reflected off the water and was enough for her to find her way.

She saw the man before he saw her and paused to watch. He bent down and found a stone, flicking it out and skipping it across the water three times before it sank. “Bet I could do four,” she said, startling him.

He straightened up and turned to look at her. His eyes fell down to appreciate her breasts. It felt good to be appreciated again even if it was a white dude. She smiled at him and he cocked a grin back. “You’re on.” They both scanned the beach for a smooth rock. Stacy took her phone out and used its light to help until she spotted a nice flat one. “Got one,” he said.

“Me too.” She took him in. He was tall and fit with an angular face. He had some scruff on his chin that she didn’t like. He had brown eyes and hair with one long strand that stuck out and hung down as far as his mouth. Alright looking, but not stunningly handsome. He wore a tee shirt that tightly gripped his muscles, not nigga brute bulging, but fit. His waist was lean with broad shoulders. He had long shorts and red sneakers and… a surprisingly impressive bulge for a white boy!

“Like what ya see?” he asked, embarrassing her. “Cause I sure do.” His eyes studied her appreciatively. This was one bold white boy. “Hugh Cox,” he said.

“So it appears,” she answered. “But what’s your name?” It took two to flirt. He laughed. “I’m Stacy…”

“Stacy Brown,” he finished. “Everyone knows who you are. We have Chemistry together,” he added with a wink.

He was good. “I’ve seen you around. It’s hard to keep up with all you Coxes, but I didn’t come up through the grades with you, right?”

“My family lives right on the border with Tittsville. I went there until last year, then I switched to Coxville for a change of pace. Figured a Cox might get better grades in Coxville. You’d do really well in Tittsville.”

She smiled. He was really good. If he made a play she was ready to fuck him even if he didn’t have no big black nigga cock. She tossed her rock up and caught it. “So, you ready?” He nodded. Her arm flung out, releasing the flat stone. It skipped three times and went pretty far.

“Not bad,” he replied, flinging his own out. It also skipped three times before sinking. “Four skips are tough.”

“It sure is. Well, nice meeting you Hugh Cox,” she said, but didn’t turn to leave.

He looked at her startled as if he was afraid she was leaving. “Wait. One more time?”

“Okay.”

“This time we’ll make it interesting.”

“A bet? And what are we betting Hugh Cox.” Stacy waited for it. Here it comes, she thought. A blow job? You let me fuck you? In the ass? No, it would be a blow job. It was always a blow job. And she’d agree. Of course, she’d agree. She was Downtown Stacy Brown.

“Dinner,” was his answer, startling her. “Tonight. I’m famished.”

Stacy froze in shock. A white boy wanted to be seen in public with a black girl? That was unheard of. He was waiting for an answer. “You’re on,” she replied. Fuck it, if Samson could be seen openly dating Kitty, then she could have a white boy of her own and screw what anyone thought.

“Let’s find us some stones.”

They both spent extra-long looking for just the right stone to skip for her bet. Hugh was first, flipping his stone over waiting on her. She finally found a nice smooth one. “Loser buys dinner?” she confirmed.

“Yep. Ladies first.”

Stacy smiled and nodded. She strolled closer to the water until her feet got wet. With a strong toss, she skipped her rock out over the water. One. two. three… Plunk!

“Three. Not bad,” said Hugh. “Told ya, four skips is tough.” He lined his arm up doing a few practice swings. His arm jerked out as he released the stone. At the last minute, he turned the stone down. Plunk! “Damn! Looks like I blew it.”

Stacy didn’t say anything. He’d lost on purpose. He wanted to buy her dinner! Her head turned out over the lake. “Wow, look at that?”

Hugh followed her gaze at the wall of mist approaching. “Shit, that’s as thick as the fog last month. Let’s get out of here before it hits.” He held his hand out.

Stacy Brown was jokingly called Downtown Stacy Brown because she was always more than willing to go downtown on some brother’s junk. Now a white boy had his hand out for her wanting to take her out on a dinner date? She reached out and took his hand and it felt… wonderful.

Hugh and Stacy held hands as they hurried down the beach to escape the encroaching thick wall of fog. “How’s Floyd’s sound?”

Floyd’s BBQ was a popular spot on I-69, a slight drive, but she loved eating there. It was actually one of the few black owned businesses in Coxville County. “Floyd’s sounds wonderful,” she answered squeezing his hand with hers.

Stacy Brown couldn’t believe how happy she felt at that moment.

**********

Wendy “Wonder Woman” Williams strolled down to the end of the dock, looking up at the bright moon. She turned around and glanced back at the bonfire in the distance. She could see some dark figures dancing around and the sounds of rap music drifted over the water towards her. She hadn’t wanted to come to the party, but her friend Carol had insisted and Carol had quickly disappeared in a tent with her boyfriend.

Wendy had just started attending Coxville High this year. Her family had chosen homeschooling for generations ever since the state forced integration on the people of Coxville County. Much to her embarrassment, racism was the primary cause. Her father detested the local blacks. She’d insisted on going to public school her senior year mostly because she wanted the high school experience and to socialize more with people her own age. So far Carol Birch was the only real friends she’d made. She’d hit it off with Pamela as they were both athletic fitness buffs, but Pamela was a cheerleader and their little clique was closed to outsiders. What she really wanted was a boyfriend and though she’d received many admiring glances, few men measured up.

She was called Wonder Woman for several reasons. First, at 6’ 3”, she was an amazon. The tallest girl in the school and probably the entire town. She wasn’t a willowy skinny model type either like most tall women. She had a perfect hourglass figure with a firm outthrust rear end and Coxville EE breasts. Another reason she was called Wonder Woman was her resemblance to Lynda Carter. Long glossy black hair with curls framed a lovely countenance capped by piercing blue eyes. Her figure matched TV’s Wonder Woman also though her native breasts were much larger and she was taller by another half foot. The final reason was that Wendy was a true wonder at near everything she did. She was a setter on a female volleyball team based in Coxburg and there was talk of her trying out for the Olympics. She excelled at track, field sports, and was an amazing gymnast even though she was sized more as an American Gladiator than a petite gymnast.

Wendy lowered her eyes from the moon and was surprised to see the wall of white slowly moving across the lake towards her. The mist was the thickest she’d ever seen, solid looking and rising about ten feet off the water. She’d heard a lot about the fog last month, but she herself hadn’t experienced it. Wendy had been out of the county at a volleyball tournament that night. That was the night of September 24. She remembered it well as her team had won big that night and she’d woken up in her hotel room from a crazy sex dream where a shadowy bearded figure had convinced her to surrender her maidenhead to him. She’d been so aroused that night that she decided it was time to give up her virginity and find a boyfriend. The problem was that most of the men in her height range all had girlfriends or seemed intimidated by her. She’d heard that Todd White and Kitty had broken up recently. Now he would be a catch. Wendy and the quarterback of the Coxville Cocks! Maybe she would feel him out, flirt a little and test his reaction. He was close to measuring up to her in height, but no one could have measured up to her dream lover that night. A dream lover so good, it had left her wanting a good fuck in the real world.

The mist was getting closer. It approached the end of the dock. She closed her eyes and stretched her arms out prepared to feel it’s damp touch. She didn’t see the tendril of mist reach out from the wall. The tip of the spectral tentacle touched her right in the middle of her forehead.

Wendy’s body jerked and she fell forwards into the mist, hitting the water with a loud splash.

**********

Wendy gasped and raised herself out of the water. “Here, hold da log,” said the black woman beside her. She reached out and wrapped her arms around the log. “Kick! Kick, you fool!” said the other woman. Wendy kicked staring out towards the island in the distance. She looked behind her. Bald black men were on the shore carrying more fallen trees down to the water to help the growing group of slaves fleeing the massacre on the plantation.

One giant black man wearing only loose pants with a tied rope around them for a belt aided Mama Tituba down to the water. She clutched her precious book to her chest until he took the book and placed it on a makeshift raft of sticks helping the distraught woman onto the raft. Tituba wept and placed her head in her hands even as two more bald black men waded into the water and started pushing the raft deeper, kicking out to propel the raft forwards. Wendy turned away sobbing herself for not only had her own mother been felled by a white man’s bullet, but today her god had been hung.

Few of the blacks could swim, but they all made it across. A few of the bald men returned to the shore for more survivors, the occasional shot still ringing out in the distance. They would have lost more, but for the miracle fog that Zombi Damballah had summoned with his dying ejaculation.

Night was falling fast and Wendy dug a depression out in the sand filling it with leaves before laying down to sleep.

Two weeks later, Wendy was plucking the feathers from a goose beside her lean-to. Petruchio had brought it down with a spear. Tituba had claimed to summon the geese down for them, but Wendy had seen them this time of year her entire life. She looked up when she heard the whistle. Petruchio peaked out from behind a bush, motioning for her to join him. She smiled, knowing what he wanted. She looked around before sneaking off to join him.

“I suppose you want payment for the goose?” she asked demurely.

“Your payments are always welcome.” Petruchio was naked but for a loincloth. He was not bald like the followers of Prospero. The loincloth was already lifting up as his serpent of Damballah swelled with anticipation. It swelled even more when Wendy let her dirty shift fall off her shoulders. Petruchio stared in admiration at the swell of her breasts, young, firm, and proud, as large as the melons she’d gathered in the fields back on the plantation. Wendy fell to her knees and grabbed Petruchio’s cock. She stared at it approvingly before guiding the 10” shaft with its serpentine head between her lips.

“Praise Damballah,” groaned Petruchio as she swallowed the head. “That feels so good, Cordelia.”

Wendy swallowed deeper, bobbing her head faster at his compliment. She paused only long enough to sit up and guide his shaft between her heavy black breasts, suckling the tip of his cock while she bounced her breasts up and down the shaft of his cock. Before too long, Petruchio grabbed her hair and held her still while his cock spurted his seed into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, loving the taste.

“I want to be with you so bad, Cordelia.”

“And I you, Petruchio.” Wendy stood and embraced her lover. “I want to give you many babies.”

On the day Christians celebrated the birth of their god, Wendy was summoned to Mama Tituba’s shack. She pulled her goose down cloak tightly around her shoulders as she nervously walked to the shack. It was cold and lightly snowing. Many feared the winter and some hadn’t even seen snow before, but Tituba had assured them that Damballah would keep it from getting too cold. They’d dried some fish and still had plenty of geese, but they were out of vegetables. Tituba warned them that soon some would began losing their teeth and she had sent small groups to raid storage bins near the plantation. Wendy herself had taken a canoe to the forest to hunt for nuts and berries.

She knocked on the door with trepidation. “Enter, Cordelia,” said Tituba from inside.

She opened the door and entered. The room had a fire pit with a cooking pot, several shabby wooden chairs and a mattress filled with goose feathers before the fire. A palace compared to the rest of the escapees living conditions. A large naked man was stooped before the fire, his ass facing, her back rippling with muscles. He was bald, a follower of Prospero. Tituba sat in one of the chairs holding her serpentine staff tightly in one hand. She looked her age. “Mama,” said Wendy, giving the wise woman a curtsey.

“I have chosen your mate, Cordelia. It is time for your breeding.”

Wendy glanced over at the man as he stood. Her heart sank. He was taller than Petruchio, his back muscles rippled before her turned around. “Rosencrantz!”

“I am Chaga!” he growled. “Rosencrantz was my slave name. I have taken a warrior’s name.”

“But Mama,” she pleaded. “I love Petruchio and he loves me.”

“Good for you, but I do not care for such things anymore. I’ve only loved two things during my time in this shell Cordelia, Damballah and his avatar on earth, Prospero Black, my son. Gaze upon Chaga, child.” She did. He was bigger and more muscular that Petruchio. He reached down and presented his hardening cock to her. It was impressive. “Chaga is superior in every way to Petruchio. His serpent of Damballah is much longer and thicker. Chaga’s balls are heavier and carry more seed. You child, have shown yourself to be intelligent and resourceful. You are young and healthy with full breasts and child bearing hips. You will give Chaga many children.”

“Petruchio…”

“Petruchio will not be allowed to breed. You may fuck him as you desire, but only when you are already with child.”

“But why?” They had escaped from Massa but they still weren’t free.

“I have my reasons, child. Now remove your clothing and take your place on the breeding bed.”

Wendy did as she was told. Chaga gazed at her just as admiringly as Petruchio did when she stripped for him. She couldn’t help herself either, gazing with appreciation and trepidation at Chaga’s foot long cock, the head was already leaking fluid as he approached her. Wendy felt her own arousal pouring down her thighs even as her brown nipples hardened. She sat down on the soft mattress and laid back as Chaga moved between her legs.

Wendy sucked her lower lip into her mouth as Chaga ran the head of his cock between the folds of his womanhood. Tituba got up from her chair and moved closer to watch. “Remember Cordelia, your duty is to surrender your virginity to the superior cock. Your duty is to breed with the superior cock.” Wendy nodded her understanding before screaming in pain as Chaga thrust his cock in hard, bursting her hymen with little effort, his first thrust pushing as deep as Petruchio could have gone. Chaga pulled back and thrust again soliciting another cry from her. Tears rolled down her cheeks at the pain. Chaga buried his cock inside her and held still, letting her get used to its presence.

Tituba stooped near Wendy’s head and looked at her, almost evilly. “Do you know what Chaga means in Kiswahili?”

Wendy shook her head.

“It means, to do vigorously.” Tituba rapped the end of the serpent staff down hard on Chaga’s ass. “Get to work boy,” she ordered.

Wendy screamed again as the pounding began, but it hurt less than she expected. Chaga cupped her knees under his arms rapidly thrusting his hips, his cock thrusting in and out of her. She looked up at the hard muscles glistening on his wide chest and her hips began raising into his thrusts. Her whimpers turned to moans, her tears of pain turned to tears of joy and when he buried his cock and seeded her for the first time, the earth shook and stars appeared before her eyes as she discovered what true heavenly bliss really was.

Chaga was such a superior male that his cock only shrank a little inside her before reversing course to full hardness. This time he laid down over her, squeezing her nipples and kissing her. She kissed back, writhing her body in lust beneath her lover. The earth shook again and again and finally even stronger than the first time as he seeded her a second time.

Chaga lived up to his name, seeding her womb seven times that night. They mated many different ways, from behind as the animals did in the fields, he lifted her up and down his cock while standing and kissing her, and she sat on him rocking her body while he licked and squeezed her nipples. Wendy loved every position Chaga showed her.

Towards dawn, he stoked the fire a little higher and came to lie beside her. Tituba returned from somewhere and stared at her. She started to choke. She couldn’t breathe. She put her arms up to her neck in fear. Tituba smiled at her. Remember, Wendy Williams, your duty is to surrender your virginity to the superior cock. Your duty is to breed with the superior cock.”

Wendy Williams opened her mouth for air, but only water poured in.

**********

“That’s disgusting,” said Amber staring in horror at Stubby’s black cock. “Why’d you do this?”

Her only answer was some giggling in the trees behind her.

“They thought you’d like it,” said Stubby.

“Why’d they think that? I have a boyfriend.” With a skinny little penis half as big as this, she finished thinking. “Why’d they make me touch another man’s penis? It’s disgusting. It keeps spitting on me.”

“That’s because your jerking it.”

“OH!” she said, surprised. Her hand was roaming up and down the shaft. She forced herself to stop, but she didn’t let go. She didn’t want to touch the stupid nig… black guy’s big cock. “It’s so big,” she muttered.

“Thank you.”

“Is this the biggest one in school?” Her hand started stroking it again, but she willed it to stop again. She still couldn’t let go as if there were a magnetic attraction. She liked touching it, feeling it’s heat and the pulse in the thick veins traversing the shaft.

“One of da shortest, but also one of da thickest. It’s why they call be Stubby.”

“There are bigger ones!” A part of Amber wanted to see a bigger cock. It all came down to her fascination with Lar’s penis. This penis… this cock was much more fascinating.

“Some niggas have some true monster cocks. Tear the bitches up. Mine’s still nice though. You like it?”

“Sure,” Amber wanted to feel the head again and let her hand slide up to the top. The helmet was every bit as hard as a solid rubber ball. There was no give at all. “It’s a lot bigger than Lar’s.”

“You got that right. Seen that white boy in the showers. Wasn’t sure he even had a dick it was so shriveled up.”

“Be nice,” she muttered, but didn’t really disagree.

“Bet my nuts is a lot bigger too. Let me show you.” Stubby reached down an unbuttoned his pants. His thick cock was sticking out of an open zipper. Stubby lifted his hips and pushed his pants down to his thighs. Lifting his hips forced her hand down his shaft stroking him again.

“Holy Moley!” she gasped seeing his scrotum. Each testicle was the size of her fist. They hung low and heavy in his wrinkly black scrotum. Amber’s free hand moved out to cup the huge testicle. His scrotum was hanging over the side of the picnic table bench. She hefted it, feeling it’s weight. “It’s heavy,” she muttered before moving her hand to the second testicle and feeling it’s weight. Stop it hand, she willed, realizing it was running up and down his shaft again.

“Dats because they is full of jism. You should see how much a black cock can cum.”

“I want to see it,” she blurted out. “Would you jerk it off for me?”

“You’re doin a pretty good job of it yourself.”

Amber watched her hand glide up and down his shaft from tip to base. The sticky fluid was coating her fingers with more still pouring from the head, helping to lubricate his shaft. She winced as the ache in her breasts grew watching her hand jerk him off. Her other hand was fondling his scrotum.

“It could use more lube. Why don’t you suck on it?”

Amber shook her head as the tip of his cock approached her mouth. She pulled away from it wondering why she’d started bending her head down towards the now shiny bulbous head. “I don’t do that.”

“Let me see yo tits than. That’ll help me nut.”

“Okay,” she mumbled, wanting to say no, but her nipples were hurting so much now she wanted to get her bra off. Stubby leaned forwards and lifted the top of her uniform off. “Thank you,” she told him, releasing his cock long enough to unhook her bra.

“Nice,” he grunted as her tits sprang free.

Amber blushed a little suddenly feeling ashamed of her tits. She hated her flat nipples and the right one was a little inverted with an indented slit in the middle. She could sense the temperature dropping and the cooling air did feel good on her bare nipples, but it wasn’t helping relieve the ache. Removing her bra didn’t help, they were hurting more now that she was topless. They were almost distracting her enough to keep her from jerking off Stubby’s thick cock. Almost.

Stubby opened his legs and she kneeled between them. Amber wondered how her special night with Lars had suddenly turned into her kneeling topless and willingly jerking off a black man. She grabbed it with both hands amazed that the fat knobby cock’s head still stuck out well above her top thumb. Lar’s entire penis just about fit in her hand. Amber started jerking it, twisting her hands around the shaft. She could feel it’s heat, it’s strength, it’s life, throbbing in her hands. She yanked on his cock until her arms grew tired.

Stubby realizing she was tiring, reached out and pulled her arms off his cock. She didn’t want to stop, she wanted to see it squirt, but the black footballer had other ideas. His hands hefted her breasts. Amber winced as his thumbs pressed on her aching nipples. He squeezed her tit flesh pulling them closer until his fat shaft was nestled between them. “Squeeze them,” he ordered.

Amber obeyed, pushing hard against his cock, she started bouncing her tits over his cock. She stared down in fascination at the big head of Stubby’s cock. It was so different from Lar’s. Stubby was as hard as steel where Lar’s head was always soft and spongy. Stubby’s was swelling even now getting bigger with each bounce of her breasts. She could clearly see his pee slit in the moonlight and it was opening…

SPLOOGE!

The blast of cum splattered all over her face. It hit again. Her cheeks, nose, lips, and chin were dripping with his hot seed. Stubby grabbed her head just as she gasped for breath and pulled down. His cock head pushed past her lips, the next blast filling her mouth with his cum. Her reluctance to put a man’s penis in her mouth fled at the first taste of his sperm. It was delicious and her body craved more. She pulled her breasts away and grabbed his shaft with her hands again, jerking every drop of his cum into her mouth, greedily swallowing it while she sucked on the end of his cock.

When it quit squirting, it started growing limp. Amber let it go, licking around her lips for more of his sperm. The moon was so bright, she could make out her red lipstick marks against the black of his cock head just before it fell forwards to smack against his thigh.

“Happy birthday,” said Kitty Summers as she placed a roll of paper towels on the picnic table. “I hope you liked your present.”

Amber stood, not answering, and Stubby pulled a few sheets off the roll handing it to her. She used it to wipe her face clean. He watched her closely. “Told ya I cum a lot.”

“You sure do,” she agreed, still a little in shock at what had just happened. Lar’s ejaculate might have filled a teaspoon while Stubby’s multiple loads of semen might have filled…

“Yeah, happy birthday,” said Patty, handing Amber a cup full of beer.

Amber took it. She looked at the cup for a second. Stubby’s sperm would have filled two of these, she thought before swallowing down the beer. Amber crinkled her face at the bitter taste not anywhere near as good as the black man’s cum. She leaned forwards to set the empty cup on the table and Stubby took the opportunity to lift one of her breasts up into his mouth. She gasped in a mix of pleasure and pain.

“Uh oh, looks like a fog is rolling in off the lake,” said Patty.

Kitty looked up. “Hmm, hope it’s not as bad as last month’s. Let’s get out of here and leave these two alone.”

“Wait, don’t leave me,” begged Amber, her breasts tingling. She looked over at Patty who winked at her as she and Kitty disappeared towards the tent area. She looked away and say the thick fog rolling in. Her skin was already beginning to feel wet as the mist approached. Her skirt fell down around her ankles. Before she could object, Stubby sucked hard on her inverted nipple causing her to gasp and wince in a mixture of pain and pleasure. His hands yanked her panty down. The mist reached the picnic tables, not a solid wall, but tendrils snaking their way forwards.

The pain in her inverted nipple intensified and then it was gone. There was only extreme pleasure. Stubby sucked on her nipple and pulled away. Amber looked down in disbelief. Her nipple had popped out, hard and swollen, the diameter of a penny and at least a half inch long. For the first time in her life, it looked like a normal girl’s nipple.

A tendril of mist touched her other nipple and it sprang out also. “Aaah,” she moaned when Stubby pinched it. They’d become extremely sensitive and the stimulation was causing her vagina to start dripping fluid. “Oh my god,” she cried as his tongue flickered around her hard nipple.

His cock was already swelling again even before another tendril of mist circled around it. His cock turned fully hard as the mist lifted it up just under Amber’s dripping pussy. Both the black man and the white woman could feel the heat from the other’s genitals.

Amber arched her back thrusting her tits into Stubby’s face. She couldn’t stop her hips from rocking, sliding her slit along the tip of his cock. “FUCK!” she grunted, as her arousal grew uncontrollably. “We can’t FUCK!”

He switched to licking and sucking her other nipple and she quit sliding her pussy along the tip of his cock. Instead, she started humping it, feeling the end spreading her labia apart again and again as she pulled back. Her pussy wasn’t sore anymore from losing her virginity, it was hungry for more and growing hungrier by the second.

Amber’s tits couldn’t take any more attention and she pulled them away from his mouth. She looked down at Stubby’s handsome face, his head bald and sexy, his devilish grin centered between his goatee. He looked up at her, meeting her eyes, and when it happened, it was Amber that smashed her lips against his, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth even as she lowered herself over the head of his cock.

Their tongues danced. Both moaned their lust for each other in their passionate kiss that lasted for minutes. Amber broke away looking at him lustfully. “You need to wear a condom.”

“I only fuck bareback. I’ll warn ya. You’re in control and can jump off when I tell ya.”

Amber raised herself up, the head slowly exiting her pussy. “Can’t risk it. Need to stop.” The fog rolled over their bodies. Instead of quitting, she slammed her pussy down, taking him to the hilt.

The scream from her first orgasm echoed through the fog almost all the way to the island.

Amber came several more times. These were muffled by his lips. Stubby broke the kiss this time. “No,” she mumbled as he cupped her ass cheeks and forcefully lifted her off his cock. “No, I want more,” she complained. “Keep fucking me.”

“Turn around.”

Amber turned around and backed into his cock sitting in his lap again. She came three more times, each stronger then the last as he reached around and pinched both sensitive nipples while she turned her head sideways to kiss him again.

After ten minutes of this, he pushed her off him. Stubby stood and led her over to the end of the picnic table. He lifted her up so that she was sitting on the edge. She spread her legs as he guided the end of his cock back inside. “Fuck me lover,” she moaned uncharacteristically as he grabbed her ankles and started fucking her hard and fast. His fat stubby cock rapidly pistoning out of her. “You’re so fucking thick. I love it.”

“White girl hooked on the nigger cock now,” he growled.

“No,” she grunted in denial. “Just yours.”

“Just my what?”

“Just your nigger cock, Stubby.”

“You like dis nigger cock?”

“I love your nigger cock. Fuck me!” Amber’s heavy breasts jerked with the hard pounding. She squeezed them to stop their incessant jiggling. Amber pinched her own nipples and came hard around his cock. Her vaginal muscles squeezing his shaft so tightly he almost couldn’t move it.

“This nigger cock loves your white pussy too, gurl.” He released her ankles and leaned over her, holding himself up with his strong arms. She grabbed his biceps and then moved her hands down to the hard muscles on his chest. The contrast of their skin colors was sexy and exciting. The bright moon shining through the mist illuminated everything more than just the moon had. It was like they were fucking in a strange twilight.

“What did you want to show me?” asked Lars as Kitty led him through the mist by the hand. His dick had turned rock hard and he hoped Kitty wouldn’t notice.

“Here it cums, gurl,” Stubby warned, looking up to see Amber’s boyfriend staring at the scene in horror and Kitty Summers grinning almost evilly at the sight.

Amber wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling his cock deep. Stubby’s cock jerked once, the first strong eruption of his seed filling her womb. She screamed again, this time louder than the last.

Lars’ cry of horror was almost as loud as hers even as his dick spat out a small load of semen at the sight. Amber didn’t notice and wouldn’t have cared, she was cumming so hard. Amber kept screaming with each jerk of black cock until Stubby bent down and covered her lips with his own to keep her quiet.

**********

“Dayumn!” grunted Dewey. Someone’s getting fucked, he thought listening to the scream echo across the lake. He finished pissing off the dock and shook his cock. He’d been watching Wendy, who he thought was the hottest thing around, more gorgeous then Kitty Summers or even Coach Summers. Better than even Mrs. 3B Blackwood though Nurse Swallows might make his cock as stiff as Wendy Williams. He preferred dark haired women.

Dewey was teased a lot by the other blacks because he was so little. At 4’10” he was the shortest male student in school. The same height as Danny Devito, a full half a foot shorter then Kevin Hart and the max height to be considered a dwarf though there was nothing genetically wrong with him. Despite the fact that he was stocky and rippling with muscles, and that his cock was as big as any black brothers, his height impeded him from playing most sports and from getting laid. He’d had to satisfy himself with the wrestling team and had excelled at it. He didn’t care for the sport much, but without it, he might still have been a virgin. If it weren’t for dependably slutty Stacy Brown promising to fuck him if he won a match against a Bartown player, he’d have never fucked a girl.

“You’d be good in a three-legged race,” Stacy had told him, awed by the immense cock sticking out of his short body.

Despite getting her off a dozen times, they hadn’t fucked again. Stacy Brown preferred the taller football players.

Dewey had friends, but no one really close. He got along with nerdy Melvin after defending him from being bullied a half dozen times. One time they hung out together, Samson and Anthony had taken to calling them Arnold Jackson and Urkel.

“Say hello to Webster for me,” laughed Samson, walking away.

Dewey hadn’t seen any of those TV shows and his response of, “What you talkin’ about?” only made them laugh harder and left him confused.

His cock tingled and started to swell as he remembered Stacy. It was a monstrous 14” fat shaft every bit as big as Coxville’s famous black pornstar’s LD’s cock and on Dewey’s short body, it looked truly huge.

Dewey watched it grow and was wondering if he could jerk it off without Wendy catching him when he heard the loud splash. One second Wendy had been standing down on the end of the dock and the next, she was gone.

Dewey winced as he shoved it into his pants before taking off down to where Wendy had been standing. The wall of mist caught him by surprise and it was creeping down over the docks towards him. The moon above illuminated the dense fog into a white cloud. Two weird things happened when he hit the mist. The first was how unbelievably cold it was inside. The Southern fall night had been on the hot side, but inside the mist it was a good 20 degrees colder. It turned his body damp almost instantly and Dewey shivered from the sudden chill as he skidded to a stop on the edge of the dock. Despite the illumination, there was no sign of Wendy in the water.

The other weird thing was that the moment he hit the mist, his semi turned into a full-blown erection. It even stayed swollen and hard when he jumped into the water. The water was chilly too, yet warmer than it had been standing in the fog. “Wendy!” he yelled, but there was no response. He flailed his arms and legs around finally feeling something. It was an ankle and it was upside down. Dewey quickly pulled her towards him and lifted her head out of the water. She was as limp as a dishrag! “HELP!” he yelled, but there was no response.

Dewey quickly threw Wendy over his shoulder and waded back towards the dock, setting her rear on the end and lifting her body up so that she fell spread eagled on the dock. He pulled himself up onto the planks. Coach Summers had demonstrated mouth to mouth in her health class. Kitty had laid down on the floor and when Mrs. Summers had asked for volunteers, every male hand had shot up including Dewey’s, but of course, she picked Todd White to show the technique.

Dewey pinched Wendy’s nose and brought his lips down to the passed-out woman’s. He breathed several times, sitting up and applying pressure to her chest, trying not to look at the wet top clinging to her magnificent bosom. She turned her head and coughed up water. Dewey bent down and breathed air into her lungs.

Wendy’s hand rose and touched his chest. It didn’t push him away though. Instead it grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips down tightly against his own. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth. Dewey couldn’t fight it and kissed back, a groan grew in the back of his throat and it grew louder when her other hand reached out and squeezed his junk. This was the last thing he’d expected! Had she had too much to drink? He pulled back and broke the kiss. “Hmmm,” she purred. “Fuck me Chaga!” Her hand pulled on his erection through his pants. “Seed me again,” she begged. Wendy’s hand fumbled to get his pants open as she lazily opened her eyes. “Dewey!” she screamed. The hand that had been playing with his junk came up quickly and smacked his cheek hard enough to turn his head. “What the hell do you…” she turned her head and coughed up more water.

“You fell in the water and I pulled you out,” he explained.

“I never fall down,” she grunted, rolling over onto all fours and coughing out some more lake water. He was right though. The last thing she remembered was the mist hitting her body and falling off the edge. The weird dream was fading fast. She could only recall being named after one of King Lear’s daughters and she’d read the play last month for AP English lit. “Oh god, I’m so cold,” she groaned.

“Here, let me get you to the bonfire.” He grabbed her arm.

Wendy pulled her arm away. Dewey wasn’t offended. It wasn’t unusual for a white woman in Coxville County to react that way when a black man touched them, even a helpful black man. She rose to her feet, but almost fell. Dewey caught her. This time she didn’t pull away. “Not the bonfire,” she said, her legs too weak to hold her up. “Over there, Carol and Dave have a firepit going.”

Dewey may have been short, but he was strong. He scooped her up with no effort except that her height made it somewhat awkward. He carried her down the dock towards the shore. The mist was just reaching the beach and they soon exited it.

He carried the Amazon woman with ease in the direction she had pointed. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way she’d lustfully grabbed his cock. Wendy was staring up at him with a strange expression on her face. An expression that made the huge cock in his pants twitch with hopeful anticipation.

**********

“Harder niggers. Fuck me harder.” Susan returned her lips to Leroy’s cock, pulling him into her mouth by his balls. She slammed her pussy down on LD’s cock, feeling his huge nigger cock begin to spasm as his seed started filling her womb. This caused her to throw her head back in an attempt to scream, but Leroy chose that moment to try to choke her to death as his cum began spewing down her throat. Meanwhile, Omar pulled her ass hard into his cock just as his seed began flooding her bowels.

Susan squeezed Leroy’s balls tighter when he tried to pull back. Her head bobbed along the end of his cock, sucking every drop of his cum from the balls in her hand. She relaxed her grip to massage his huge nuts and he yanked his scrotum out of her grasp. His cock head spewed one last blast of hot seed across her face. “Dayumn,” he groaned, “Bitch drained me dry.”

“Fuck,” groaned Omar, just as exhausted as Leroy. He slowly withdrew his spent cock. It was still swollen, but limp as a noodle.

“Again,” growled Susan, grinding her crotch in LD’s. His cock had gone limp inside her. She gripped it tightly with her pussy muscles, trying to massage it back to erection. “Come on Lorenzo Doyle,” she begged, bending down to kiss him, but he turned away upon seeing the semen dripping off her lips. Her tongue came out to slurp it up before kissing him on the cheek. She whimpered as he lifted her ass off his crotch and his spent cock plopped out.

“Shit gurl,” he said, slipping out from under her. “That’s the seventh time you drained me today.” He climbed off the picnic table.

Susan sat up on the end of the table, sperm pouring like a waterfall from her pussy. “What about you Leroy? You only gave me five loads today.”

“Six bitch, but my balls is bone dry.”

“Pussies,” snorted Susan. She squinted in the darkness at the white wall behind Leroy and Omar before leaning over to retrieve her glasses from the end of the table. She placed them on her nose, the advancing fog becoming clear. “Look at that,” she said. All three black men turned just as the wall of fog rolled over them. They almost disappeared in the white mist before turning around and stepping out of the mist. “Well well well, you niggers been holding out on me.”

LD glanced down at his swollen erection. The other black men had hard-ons also. Omar reached down and grabbed his junk. Their balls were low and heavy again as they swelled with sperm. “Need to fuck gurl,” said Leroy, the piercing in his cock head sparkled in the moonlight. “NOW!” he barked. The fog enveloped him again.

“On your back then, nigger,” said Susan. She kicked the bench by the picnic table.

The three black men looked ghostly as they stepped from the mist. Leroy came over and laid down on the bench, holding his cock up as Susan straddled him. LD moved behind her, staring at her firm as her tight pussy sucked Leroy’s cock up into her. Omar moved around the other end on the bench, straddling it as he moved his cock towards her head.

Soon she had three cocks inside her again just as the mist rolled over the foursome continuing into the campground.

**********

Jenny Summers didn’t know if it was the chill in the mist or the anticipation of getting Black’s cock in her again that had her nipples rock hard. Not that it mattered. All she knew was that they were so hard they were aching for attention and the stupid mist was slowing down her rendezvous with the Coach.

She heard a grunting noise nearby and turned the light of her phone towards it. The light fell on the penis just as it jumped spewing a wad of semen. “C-Coach Summers,” stuttered the teen in horror.

“Learn some self-control, Stewart,” she told the shocked teen.

“S-sorry. It just got really hard all of a sudden. All I did was pull it out.”

“Go home, Stewart.” The senior nodded. His penis had shriveled embarrassingly tiny and he turned to hide it before quickly tucking it away and disappearing into the mist. Stewart was a decent looking boy and a good student. A month ago, she would have been impressed by his penis. It was a little bigger and a lot thicker then Harold’s, but after experiencing several of the local nigger’s cocks and seeing others at her pool with her girls, Stewart had just another unimpressive little white penis. She was borderline horny enough that she would have fucked the poor boy if she didn’t have a real man’s cock waiting to satisfy her arousal. The only time she’d ever been this horny was the morning she’d woken up from her sex dream with the shadowy bearded man.

She shined the light around. “Aha!” she cried, seeing an unoccupied camp site. It didn’t have a tent or an occupant, but it did have a site number. It was seven which meant thirteen was just 6 sites away in this direction.

Site 8 had a tent. “Why’d you cum so fast?”

“I don’t know.”

“Can’t you get it hard again? I’m so horny, Paul.”

Jenny snuck past the arguing couple towards the next tent.

“Oh my GAWD!!! Fuck me!”

“You liken dis black dick?”

“So good! So good! I had no idea!”

Jenny was sure that the black voice belonged to Andy Gooch. He was a mostly harmless pot dealer. The girl sure sounded like Melissa Johnson. She’d seen them together earlier. Melissa was a white girl in the pot smoking clique, an underachiever and C student. She was more interested in getting stoned then in having sex and had no reputation for being slutty at all especially slutty enough to fuck a local nigger. Knowing Melissa, she was probably putting out for a nickel bag. Jenny paused in surprise. She’d just thought of Missy as being a slut for fucking a black guy when she herself had now had three, her coworker and worse, two students. Kitty had at least three also and she still thought of her little princess as being nearly virginal despite watching Samson West fuck her in the ass. And watching them had made her desperate to have Coach Black stick his big black cock in her own ass. “FUCK ME ANDY!” Jenny’s nipples throbbed with lust listening to them.

“Jesus, listen to them,” said a male voice. Jenny froze. The next site was close and didn’t have a tent. A white couple had spread out a double sleeping bag. It was open and a topless girl was leaning up shining a flashlight down, and pulling the limp penis of her boyfriend, almost desperately. Gina George called Gigi because of her initials and her tit size. She was a close childhood friend of Kitty’s through most of grade school until Kitty started becoming really popular and Gina didn’t. She’s been with Paul Timmons since 9^th grade. Paul’s penis was really small and the flashlight made a small drop of semen shine on the tip of the cherry sized head of his penis.

“Come on get hard,” growled a frustrated GG.

“I can’t believe Missy is fucking a nigger,” whispered Paul.

“I’m gonna go fuck a nigger if you can’t get this thing up… oh sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

Paul looked absolutely horrified. Jenny backed away and kept moving as Gina leaned over to kiss her boyfriend to apologize, but her hand never stopped desperately pulling on his little penis which failed to get hard.

There rest of the sites were empty until 13. Jenny smiled knowing what was inside waiting for her and seeing that he had strategically placed the tent far from any others. What a naughty idea, setting up a tent for them to fuck in while surrounded by their students. She pulled her shirt off over her head as quietly as she could, striping off the rest of her clothes. Jenny was desperate for cock, but she still fastidiously folded her clothes and quietly set them beside the tent. It felt wicked sexy to be standing nude outside in the forest by the lake. The mist was cold and clung everywhere on her body, seeming to caress her skin, planting wet kisses on her erect nipples, and even to probe at the leaking folds between her legs. She shivered, her lust growing.

Jenny knelt and crawled into the tent. It was dark black inside and she couldn’t see a thing. Her hand touched an air mattress and then a thick muscular leg on top of it. She slid her hand up and found a knee. Jenny’s pussy throbbed with desire for her co-coach and her lover’s huge black cock. Her hand moved up the inner thigh, caressing and gently squeezing the giant black balls that filled Black’s huge scrotum. She’d never get over how much semen these monsters produced or Stubby’s for that matter. She hadn’t known about nigger cock and wouldn’t have believed it until she saw Black’s with her own eyes hanging between his legs in the boy’s shower. Her tight white pussy shouldn’t have been able to accommodate such long and thick black cocks, but it had and she loved every inch of them. Jenny Summers had not had any idea about black cocks and she was the fucking health and sex ed teacher.

Her hand moved up to the shaft, finding it already hard for her. She squeezed it and jerked it. Her hand slid up to the head. She frowned as she felt it. For some reason, Black was wearing a condom and one sized for white men as the latex only covered the head. She tried to pull it off, but it held firm, feeling more like skin then latex and the head clearly wasn’t covered as it kept squirting precum into her hand. She pulled down on the flexible skin and the familiar knobby head emerged to fill her hand. Maybe he wasn’t fully hard and this was just some extra skin?

Jenny slid up closer, pulling her long blonde hair over her ear as she bent down and started sucking the tip of Coach Black’s cock. Her free hand caressed his hard stomach and moved up the familiar muscles of his chest. Her lover was a sexy near perfect hunk of a man and she found herself wishing they could be more open about their relationship. She sucked half his cock down her throat, bobbing her head rapidly as her lust for it grew.

He reached out and caressed one of her dangling breasts before squeezing it and playing with the nipple for a moment. His hand moved up to her back and slid down to her ass, squeezing one cheek and pulling it towards him. Jenny yielded moving her body alongside his but facing the opposite direction. He reached her inner thigh and pulled on it until she spread her legs. Jenny lifted her leg over his head. Her ankles rested on what felt like multiple ropes. She didn’t have time to wonder what he was using for a pillow as his tongue quickly started lapping at the folds of her pussy. She redoubled her efforts on his cock while pushing her pussy back into his tongue.

It was hard to focus on blowing his huge black cock with his tongue wiggling in and out of her pussy. Coach Black wasn’t content just to lick her pussy either. He licked his way up to her anus several times, pushing his tongue against her puckered rosebud. It felt good and she lusted to have his cock in her ass again. Jenny Summers was grateful this amazing man was more than capable of taking care of her need to be satisfied in all three of her holes.

 He was good and in no time at all had her cumming all over his probing tongue. Jenny redoubled her efforts sucking hard and deep, her lips kissing his pubes several times. Her efforts were rewarded by the swelling and further hardening of his cock. He caught her off guard nearly choking her as the first blast of hot cum shot down her throat. She’d wanted it in her mouth so she could taste him. His second wad filled her mouth until her cheeks bulged with more semen then she could swallow in one gulp. It poured out down her chin. Jenny pulled catching more of his ejaculate in her mouth. It was delicious as usual, so good she’d come to crave the taste.

Black’s cock ejaculated several more loads before it finally lost its steel but remained long and hard. Jenny continued suckling on it, squeezing the rubbery flesh with her lips while her tongue twirled around the head. It swelled again, hardening until he was ready to go again just like she knew it would be. Jenny pube kissed him again, slowly pulling her head up until the enormous cock exited her mouth. She planted a loving kiss on the tip to show her respect for it before releasing it. Her pussy pushed back against his mouth as he respectfully kissed her lower lips too.

Jenny slid up and spun around straddling him feeling his pulsing hardness between her legs. She slid her wet pussy up his shaft until the head of his cock spread her pussy lips apart as it entered her. They both moaned as his shaft slowly disappeared inside her. Jenny laid herself down on the hard chest pushing her pussy back to envelope more and more of the huge cock. She bent down and kissed her lover. His tongue pushed back against hers, neither caring that their mouths had just been on each other’s genitals or that his tongue had recently probed into her anus. Jenny came again just as his cock buried itself inside her. She kissed him more passionately, but found herself wondering where Coach Black’s goatee had gone to? Suddenly alarmed, she reached up for his head, feeling the ropey pillow that went all the way up to his head. There was only one person she knew with dreadlocks…MAX! Jenny sat up in alarm.

Max grabbed her hips to hold her steady, feeling the entirety of his cock inside her. He reached up and squeezed her breasts, pinching her erect nipples even as Jenny sat frozen. Unknowingly, she’d just broken her pledge to remain faithful to Coach Black with yet another of her students. “Damn Patty! I fucking love your big white titties,” he grunted.

“And I love your big black cock,” she replied trying her best to imitate the buxom redhead. She needed to make an excuse to jump off and check something in her clothes outside so she could run off before he discovered who he was fucking, but instead she ground her pussy into his crotch. She couldn’t leave this poor kid hanging. She needed to feel him cum inside her. Then maybe she could say she needed to go pee or something and disappear with him none the wiser.

“Your nipples feel long tonight,” he whispered, pulling one breast down to his mouth so he could suck her nipple into his mouth. Jenny moaned and started riding his cock. He felt like Coach Black inside her. Max’s muscular chest and build, plus the length and width of his cock was close to Black’s. He must be uncircumcised, she thought. That would explain the loose skin around the head.

“Oh god, fuck me,” she moaned. “FUCK ME!” He paused for a second and she realized she hadn’t disguised her voice, but he went back to sucking her nipples and she rode him harder orgasming all over his thick black shaft. “CUMMING!”

“Dayumn gurl! I’m getting close to. I love fucking you Patty, but I like to see what I’m fucking.”

“Wait no,” she cried, as he reached for something and pulled out a slightly luminescent green stick. Her snapped it and the green glow filled the tent. Jenny found herself looking into his surprised eyes. A grin of delight spread across his face just as he bucked his hips ramming his cock deep into his teacher’s pussy. His cum spraying out to flood her womb. Jenny threw her head back. “AAAHHH! SEED ME MAX! I LOVE YOUR COCK!”

Still cumming, she fell on his chest and they kissed again as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly against his chest, his spurting cock shooting wad after wad of his seed into her married white womb.

**********

What a whore, thought Kitty watching her mom’s outline in the green glow through the tent’s material. Jenny had conveniently left her clothes just outside the tent. Kitty reached in and pulled out her mom’s phone.

She found Coach Black in the contact list.

Meet me in the tent at site 13, she typed out, hitting send. She hoped her mom wasn’t finished whoring yet so that Black would have time to get here and catch her cheating on him, but she needn’t have worried. Max already had Jenny on all fours and was guiding his impressive cock back inside her. Kitty felt a stab of jealousy. Both Max and Black had cocks a little larger then Samson’s. If she got a chance, Kitty would try them both out.

She put the phone back and slipped away. Kitty made her way back to Patty. She wasn’t surprised to see Stubby and Amber going at it again. Lars was sitting in the darkness, hugging his knees. He was clearly horrified watching his girlfriend go black but seemed unable to look away.

“Where’d you go?” asked Patty.

“Had something to do,” replied Kitty.

“Why did you bring him anyway?”

“He needed to see that Amber is one of my girls now.”

“Kitty, you’re one cold hearted bitch,” said Patty matter-of-factly.

Kitty turned on Patty. She hadn’t forgotten or forgiven the red head for titty fucking her Samson at the pool party. “Oh, I ran into Max. He’s waiting for you in a tent at site 13.”

“Oh goodie!” Patty’s eyes lit up in the misty darkness. “Watching those two go at it has me horny as fuck for Max’s cock. See you later.”

Kitty smiled. Her revenge was complete. Nobody messed with her Samson. And speaking of Samson, she hadn’t realized how horny she was for his big black cock. A lot of people were getting laid this night and it was about time, Kitty got some cock of her own.

Kitty disappeared into the mist to find her boyfriend.

**********

Dewey looked up as Carol came out of the tent. Carol was tall and lanky. Her Coxville breasts looked over large on her thin frame. She had long straight blonde hair, not natural, and there was often hints of brown in in hair. She had inherited the common Coxville blue eyes and they were bigger and brighter than normal. They went even bigger when they saw the little black man carrying the limp body of her friend. “What did you do to her?” asked Carol. She was wearing one of David’s tee shirts and tried to pull the hem down to cover more of her crotch and ass as he approached.

“She fell off the dock when the mist hit her.”

“What mist?”

“It’s rolling this way,” said Dewey.

“Set me down by the fire,” said Wendy.

“You okay?” asked Carol, concerned. David came out of the tent and bent over her equally worried.

“Fine,” groaned Wendy. “Just swallowed some water. Freezing too. Dewey might have saved my life.” She looked over at the stout little black man, appraisingly.

“Let me get you a blanket,” said David. He slipped inside his tent.

Dewey pulled his shirt off and held it over the fire. His pants were soaked, but his shirt wasn’t too wet, just the hem and some of the shoulder where he’d carried Wendy out of the lake and some of his chest was damp from carrying her. He looked back at Wendy and caught her staring at his chest. The strange attention he was receiving from a white girl was doing nothing to make his hard cock go down. “Who’s Chaga?” he asked.

“What?” she replied, looking confused.

“You called me Chaga just after I gave you mouth to mouth.”

“I don’t remember,” said Wendy looking confused. She barely remembered him giving her mouth to mouth. She glanced at Carol who was looking distastefully at her, probably at knowing a black man had his lips on hers even if it saved her life. “I must have been out of it. Maybe I hit my head?” She reached up running her fingers through her hair but couldn’t feel any bumps and she didn’t have a headache.

“Here,” said Dave, handing her a blanket. “Better get out of those wet clothes.”

“You can wear my shirt,” added Dewey, pulling it away from the fire. “It’s mostly dry now.”

Wendy nodded and took his shirt. She disappeared into the tent. “Well thanks Dewey,” said Carol. David nodded. Dewey shrugged it off and sat down in the seat Wendy had just vacated. Carol and David looked at each other. “We can take it from here. You’re free to go back to the party.”

“Not until I get my shirt back.”

“Very well,” sighed Carol sitting down. David sat by her.

Wendy emerged a moment later and the sight of her made Dewey’s black cock twitch. Wendy had the blanket around her shoulders, but it was open in the front. She was wearing lacy panties and his shirt. The little black man’s tee shirt looked like a half shirt on the amazon woman. Her massive breasts had lifted it up exposing not only her fit belly and abs, but even some of the bottoms of her breasts. David stared too until Carol smacked him on the knee. Wendy walked over to the fire trying to warm herself.

“Dewey, you saved my life,” she said, staring off into the fire. “Thank you.”

“Glad I was there,” he replied. “Of course, in some cultures, that would make you my slave.” David and Carol chuckled nervously, but Wendy said nothing staring into the fire. Dewey regretted saying it. “Sorry. I was just in the right place at the right time, I guess.”

“Whoa, look at that,” said David. Carol gave him a mean stare until she realized he was looking in the direction of the lake. The mist had appeared rolling towards them.

“Told ya,” said Dewey.

The mist enveloped David and Carol first. Dewey could see her tee shirt immediately turn wet and cling to her body. She wasn’t quite as lanky as he thought. She had a long torso that tapered into her hips before flaring out into sweet hips. Most impressive were the long fat nipples capping her breasts that suddenly appeared to be trying to poke their way through the thin tee. David must have noticed them too, for he grabbed her hand. “Maybe we should get out of this mist?” he asked. She nodded. Dewey could see the small tent poking out the teen’s shorts, much much smaller than the tent poking out Dewey’s pants since rescuing Wendy. The couple slipped into their tent. He almost thought of excusing himself to go take care of his erection. It was turning painful and it swelled even more when the mist reached him. It was too much. His cock needed some immediate attention. He stood to tell Wendy he was leaving, but she’d slipped into the tent. Kind of rude, he thought.

Wendy crawled back out. She’d lost the blanket. Dewey gasped as she straightened up. His shirt was clinging to her bare tits showing more than Carol’s shirt had. The full moon lit the mist up and he could see her clearly, every drop of dew that clung to her sexy belly, her arms, her forehead. Wonder woman indeed.

“Um.. I should get going,” he said, unable to take his eyes of her tits. He could see the pinkness of her nipples through his shirt. A shirt he never planned on washing again.

“You want your shirt back, Dewey?”

“Yeah.”

“Here than,” she said and to the little black man’s amazement, she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up off her perfect white breasts and over her head. She held it out for him. He was frozen, staring at her breasts for nearly half a minute. When he finally reached out for his shirt, she pulled it back. “Come and get it,” she told him, tossing the shirt into her tent.

Dewey gulped. Wendy knelt and crawled into the tent.

“OH COME ON!” screamed Carol, her frustration clear in the next tent.

“Sorry,” pleaded David. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop it.”

“All I did was touch it.”

Dewey ignored the couple and stooped, following Wendy into the tent.

**********

“Oh, come one dude,” whispered Gary, looking down at his best friend Wyatt Donnelly who was furiously masturbating.

“Sorry, failed my fortitude saving throw, buddy,” whispered Wyatt back before grunting and shooting a few small wads of cum down into the leaves. He squeezed another pearl sized drop out of his smallish penis without taking his eyes off the scene in front of him. “Worth coming to the party just for this. Don’t you think it’s hot?”

“Susan yeah,” snorted Gary Wallace. “But she’s fucking three niggers like some nympho cum-sucking succubus.”  He was disgusted at the sight of his number one fantasy girl acting like a slut for three black minotaur cocks. The scrawny pimply faced Wyatt would masturbate to anything though it did make him happy to see that Wyatt’s skinny little penis appeared to be a good half inch smaller then Gary’s own six inch one.

“Can’t believe Leroy’s got his dick head pierced. Damn fogs gonna ruin my view, Dude.”

“Looks like the party is breaking up anyway,” said Gary, ducking farther behind the bush as the three blacks disengaged themselves from Susan. He wondered about Wyatt sometimes. He often seemed as fascinated with penises as he was with women. He’d even caught Wyatt jerking off while looking at the senior LD’s website as the local black porn star took on two petite Asian chicks. A gap appeared in the fog, the full moon lighting up the luscious body of Susan Dupree. Gobs of what could only be black semen glistened in places all over her body. Leroy and LD were dressed and leaving. Omar was dressing and watching Susan. They appeared to be in a hole in the mist. The three black men disappeared into the fog leaving the two nerds hiding behind the bush watching Susan as she slipped into the lake and started cleaning up. “She’s like a water nymph,” he hissed.

“Special attack: blinding beauty,” agreed Wyatt. The mist came in to envelope the two boys. “Fuck, looks like I’m failing my fortitude save again.” The five-and-a-half-inch penis was sticking straight out once more.

Gary found his own penis straining at his pants. “Me too,” he added, quickly unbuttoning his jeans while he could still see the naked Susan in the water. At least now he could picture Susan as his girlfriend and not some nigger loving slut. Yesterday at school, she’d been her normal buxom hot studious self and now she was behaving like one of LD’s porn actresses.

“Damn,” said Wyatt. No sooner had he spit in his hand and grabbed his penis was it spitting out a few more wads of cum.

Gary chuckled at his friend’s embarrassment, but his own penis did the same thing the second he touched the swollen head with his finger. “UGH!” he grunted a little loudly. No build up, but it was a good orgasm. He penis sprang up and down spurting pearly drops of semen. The most he’d ever cum.

“GOTCHA!”

Both Gary and Wyatt screamed as a strong black hand clamped down on their shoulders. They jerked free, scattering in different directions, Wyatt tripped over his own pants and fell into the leaves, scrambling to his feet.

Gary just took off into the misty darkness, his spent penis still dangling out. He listened for sounds of pursuit, but all he heard was Omar’s laughter off in the mist.

**********

“Sorry, I didn’t plan on spending the night,” said Todd, staring hungrily at Elin’s nude body.

“The blanket’s fine,” she said, pulling him down by the neck until his lips smashed against her and they kissed. She could feel her heart beat in her ears. This was going to be the best night of her life. She’d been hot for Todd White for years. Just wait until her fellow cheerleaders found out she was dating the handsome COCKS’ quarterback. She withdrew her tongue and kissed his lips. “I want you in me,” she whispered. “Do you have protection?”

“Uh no,” he answered, suddenly concerned. He’d quit carrying condoms after Kitty broke up with him.

“It’s alright. Just pull out okay?” Todd nodded and Elin laid back on the blanket, sitting up on her elbows. She wanted to watch him enter her. Todd had a nice-looking dick, maybe even a tad thicker than her ex-boyfriends. “WOW! Look at that?” she said.

“Glad you like it,” he answered, proudly.

“I do like it, but I was talking about the fog.” Elin watched the mist come up from behind to envelope her new lover. One eyebrow raised in delight as she looked down at his penis. It had suddenly swollen even larger. The mist rolled over her nude body. Her skin turned damp. Much like his penis had, her hard nipples swelled up even larger. Her already wet pussy began leaking fluids as her arousal grew. “Shit! It’s cold!”

“Well your pussy sure is giving off a lot of heat,” he replied crassly. His big swollen penis was bobbing as it pointed right between her legs. “Here it comes.” Todd had a well-deserved smirk on his face. He moved closer. She watched in anticipation as his hand came down to guide it inside her. The grape sized head of his penis touched her wet folds, jerked upwards, spitting semen across her blonde pubes.

“WHAT!” she cried in horror.

“Uh..sorry. I… uh… don’t know what happened.” Todd looked almost as horrified.

“It’s okay,” she replied calmly. “Just hurry up and put it in.” One second it had been rock hard and the next, his penis shriveled just as he tried to enter her. “You gotta be kidding me,” she muttered, without concern for his feelings.

“It’s never done that before,” said Todd in disbelief.

“It’s okay,” she lied. Elin had never been this frustrated. Billy Bob hadn’t lasted long either his first time, but at least he’d gotten it inside her to take her virginity. “Can you get hard again?”

“Probably,” he muttered. Elin reached out to grab his penis and play with it hoping to see it swell again, but it was as limp as a noodle. “Maybe, it’s the cold?” he explained.

“Fine,” she said, with frustration. Elin dropped his penis and slid up on the blanket. She reached for her tank top. “I’m going to go get us some more beers.”

“Maybe we could drive somewhere out of this mist and try again?”

“Sure,” she replied. “I’ll meet you at the car.”

Elin stood and looked around in the fog. She could make out the glow of the bonfire in the distance and headed that way towards the keg. She’d never been this sexually frustrated before. Todd White was her ideal man. If they stayed a couple through college, she’d be ready to marry him and start a family of little cheerleaders and quarterbacks. Hell, she didn’t want any children for a long time now and he’d just exhibited a total lack of self-control. What if he’d ejaculated after entering her? Worse, what if he were a total dud in bed? Could she live with that? No, she couldn’t. Elin needed a real man. She’d give Todd White another chance and if he blew it, she’d go out and find a real man. One more chance, but first they’d better find a condom. She wasn’t going to risk getting pregnant at eighteen.

Elin neared the fire. She heard several loud spraying and splattering noises. The moon lit up a muscular dark figure standing by a tree in the mist. Taking a pee, she thought. “Hard to piss when my junks all hard,” said the man. One pissing noise stopped, the man shaking the hard log between his legs before turning around and seeing her.

“Oh my god,” cried Elin, staring in disbelief at the huge black penis sticking out between the man’s legs. The moonlight illuminated the fog around the huge penis almost as if a spotlight were shining on it. She’d never seen anything like it before. It had to be a foot long. Todd’s penis looked like a child’s next to this thing. The man stopped with his huge cock pointed at her. It bobbed slightly.

The other pissing noise stopped, and a second man stepped out from behind the tree. “Mine too, bro. Can’t even get it back in my pants.”

Elin gasped so loudly, he also noticed her standing there. The second man’s penis was even bigger than the first.

“You that Titans’ cheerleader, came here with Todd?”

“Yeah… Titans” she replied still staring at their penises. Elin couldn’t believe her eyes. The bigger one was at least thirteen inches. She forced her gaze away and up. It wasn’t the man who’d spoken. She didn’t recognize him, and he looked older than a high school senior. “Elin.”

“Never seen a black cock before, Elin?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“You like what you see?”

“Yes,” the words came hissing out through her teeth.”

“I’m Hercules.”

“Elin,” she told him again, suddenly feeling like a fool for repeating herself. She looked over at the second black man. This one she recognized.

“Samson West.”

**********

“Damn,” muttered Black. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock in Jenny’s tight white pussy. He had an erection so hard it hurt. He wanted to free it from his pants to give the big thing some air, but there were still students nearby.

He walked along the shore, past the dock towards one of the picnic areas. From there, he could take some trails through the bushes to get to the camping area. He’d gotten laid here often enough as a teen, he was sure he could find Site 13 even in this damn mist.

Before he turned off the shoreline, he heard something moving through the water. Through some trick of the fog, the full moon lit the mist and the woman so that he could see her wet brownish-blonde hair. She rose up, bare breasts lifting up, water dripping from her erect hard nipples. He smiled. She was magnificent! “Jenny?” he called.

“Sorry Coach Black.” She rose, torso coming up and out. Her belly was fit and lithe with prominent abdominal muscles above it, a woman that did crunches. Her pubic triangle was brown, not blonde like Jenny Summers. “You sound disappointed.”

“I’m looking for Coach Sum… Susan? Susan Dupree?” Black couldn’t take his eyes off her. Susan was virtually unrecognizable with her hair down and without her telltale glasses. She tended to cover her body and he only knew what a great figure she had thanks to the cheerleading outfits. She approached him without trying to hide her naked body. Coach Black had never been shy around women and was a rather confident ladies’ man, but suddenly he found himself gulping with nervousness. Jenny had told him that Susan had gone a little wild at her pool yesterday. “I’m surprised to see you not studying,” he commented, his confidence returning as he took in the sight of her wet breasts.

“I have been studying Coach,” said the wet teen stepping up to him. It’s was hard not to take such a magnificent creature in his arms, crushing those great tits to his chest. “I’ve been studying up on integration.” One hand came out and touched his chest over his tee shirt. She felt his muscles. “I’ve been studying integration with black boys, but what I’d really like to do is try integrating with a man.”

“You sure? Probably shouldn’t “study integration” with a teacher?” Black wasn’t too worried. Long wouldn’t fire him anymore then he’d fire Jenny for fucking her students. Susan’s parents would be the only ones to get concerned about. Her parents could go over Long’s head to get him fired not only as gym teacher, but as the football coach. Couldn’t risk that. Yeah, this probably shouldn’t go any further. Her hand slid down his chest, grabbing his hard cock. Fuck her parents.

“Hope you got a license for this weapon,” she said, her fingers easily found his zipper and pulled it down as expertly as any Coxburg prostitute.

“Not on me,” he answered. She reached in and under his underwear. His cock was too big to pull out of his zipper. Her other hand undid the buttons on his pants. Her eyes continued staring into his as she worked her hands.

Susan pulled his giant cock out of his pants. She felt his length and girth. The teen girl finally broke eye contact, looking down at it, she shuddered in lust as her eyes took it in. “You’re going to have to show me your trained to use it then.” She squeezed his cock so tightly it might have hurt a weaker man, but she didn’t have the strength to hurt a cock as hard as granite. She turned away, pulling him by his cock towards a picnic table. He saw her clothes folded up nicely on one bench.

Black turned, his back to the table ready to pick her up and lift her on the top, but instead, she put both hands on his chest and pushed, pulling his pants down as he fell backwards. The Coach lay back on the table as she climbed up and straddled him. Susan’s pussy pushed down on his hard shaft. They both moaned, knowing what was coming. She rocked her hips, sliding along his shaft until her pussy reached the tip of his cock. She pushed down and back, engulfing the fat end of his cock inside her.

Black reached up and squeezed her breasts, pinching the nipple with his fingers on one while bringing the nipple over towards his mouth with the other. He gently bit the hard nub before flickering his tongue over it. Susan moaned, humping down on his cock head. She leaned forwards so that her giant breasts forced him to lay his head back on the table. Black tried to lick her nipples as they dangled over his mouth. Her pussy lifted his cock up slowly sucking him in as she pushed her hips back into his shaft. Susan’s pussy took him easily to the hilt. She held still a moment, panting while she enjoyed being fully stuffed by his cock. He took the opportunity to latch his lips around a nipple and suck it in eliciting a loud moan from her.

Susan Dupree’s pussy abruptly squeezed itself around his shaft in a grip even tighter than when she’d held it in her hand. Susan yanked her crotch up and it was Black’s turn to loudly moan. The grip relaxed when she reached the head before sinking her crotch back down into his lap again. Her pussy trembled around his shaft as she came all over it. Black caught a glimpse of her face above her breasts. Her eyes were closed in concentration, lower lip sucked into her mouth. Her vaginal muscles closed tightly around his cock again just as she raised herself back up before slamming down onto the root of his cock. “Fuuuccckkk!” he grunted.

“Fuck is right,” she murmured. “I do declare your big nigger cock to be about damn near perfect, Coach.” Susan sat up in his lap and began riding him.

Black stared up at the stunning woman riding him. Each time she rose up, her pussy would squeeze his cock before relaxing when she sat back down. Damn bitch is milking my cock, he thought. An impressive feat for such a young girl and one that had only been into big cocks for just over 24 hours. Each time she gripped his junk, the prominent abdominals above her navel would tighten. Occasionally, she’d lose control, her pussy contracting and expanding around his shaft as an orgasmic seizure overtook the teen girl, her arousal flowing like a waterfall down over his testicles. Susan’s entire body was starting to tremble and her vaginal contractions were growing. She sped up throwing her head back. Coach took advantage of her outthrust breasts to grab the tips of both, squeezing her nipples rather hardly.

“FFUUCCKK…..AAAAHHH….I….LOVE…FUCKING…BIGNIGGERCOCKS!” Her scream was so loud it echoed across the lake. 

Black heard some voices off in the darkness. “What the…” as well as “Some sluts getting it good,” just as “bigniggercocks” echoed back off the lake. Then everything went quiet but for the dripping on the leaves under the picnic table beneath their crotches.

Susan fell heavily on him, her body slick and wet from the mist and her sweat. She was gasping for air. He could feel her heart beating rapidly against his chest. “T-that was a big one,” she gasped out. Black grabbed her hair and pulled her lips against his. Their mouths worked as their tongues teased back and forth into each other’s mouths. Her pussy muscles gripped tightly over his cock again. “Wanna keep fucking you but that orgasm exhausted me,” she whispered.

“Let me take over then,” said Black.

Susan gave him a peck on the lips before sliding forwards over his chest until his cock popped out which put her stomach in his face. He kissed her bellybutton before she shakily climbed off him and worked her way off the table. Black was about to rise, but she grabbed the base of his cock and pulled it up. Even he was impressed by his cock’s size. It was as swollen as it normally got at that point right before and after he orgasmed and it glistened with lubrication from her wet pussy. My cock is damn near perfect, he thought, agreeing with her. Susan pulled the head towards her mouth and gobbled it right down. Her tongue teasing his pee slit before gliding over the crown. She sucked him deep, bobbing her head rapidly over the end of his shaft. Her lips pushing his cock deeper and deeper down her throat until she was kissing his pubic hair. Again, he was impressed by what she could do with so little experience. The girl could suck black cock like she had been doing it all her life.

Black’s balls began to ache. The semen began welling up at him. “Gonna cum,” he growled, his cock beginning to buck halfway down her throat. She moaned with lust but didn’t stop sucking him and he couldn’t hold back. His first blast of man pudding went straight into her belly. Susan pulled back, his jumping cock head exiting into her mouth. As good as she was, her mouth couldn’t keep up with the volume of his ejaculate and his big cock head. Her cheeks ballooned out and sperm dribbled down her chin. She started to gag but caught herself and gulped the next load down. Almost gagging seemed to make her mad and she tried harder, jerking his shaft while he continued cumming in her mouth while she gulped it down until his cock gave its last little squirt. She kept sucking. As his cock began to soften her lips tightened around it keeping him hard.  She sucked him for a good five minutes longer before letting his cock exit her mouth entirely. She gave his urethra a kiss and looked up at him. “Fuck me again please?” she asked. He was rock hard and ready to go again.

Black sat up and climbed down while Susan stood and wiped her chin with the back of her hand. Her other hand held her belly and he could see that it was bulging out some. Black was pretty sure his sperm alone couldn’t have done that to her stomach. Having a belly full of semen sloshing around in it didn’t seem to bother her too much. She leaned down over the table, spreading her legs. Black took the hint and stepped up behind her. He pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy lips and slowly pushed it inside. Almost immediately, her vaginal muscles began squeezing the head, pulling him deeper. Susan had so much control over her vagina that she could probably have fucked herself with a dildo just by using the contractions alone. She practically sucked him in balls deep. Copious amounts of lubrication still poured from her completely soaking his balls and dripping down on the leaves.

Coach Black took over, fucking her hard. Her pussy went from trying to hold him inside to working in tune with his thrusts. Occasionally, her muscles would clamp down around his shaft or balloon up as she orgasmed, whimpers of pleasure coming from the girl’s throat.

Susan had a great ass. He squeezed the cheeks as he shafted her pussy hard and fast. Her rosebud was tight and puckered. Still an anal virgin! He’d fuck it some time. Not today. He needed to save something for Jenny for later and he’d already cum once in Susan’s mouth and he needed to seed her pussy good this time. Black pulled most of his shaft out and held still, her pussy clenching around his cock head trying to get him to keep fucking her. He stuck his hand out and ran his thumb from her labia down his slick shaft making sure it was well lubricated. Black began fucking her again and moved his slick thumb up to her sphincter and pushed.

He quickly suspected he was wrong about her being an anal virgin. She opened easily for him. Nor did she object to having her ass probed. She only whimpered and came all over his cock as he pushed his thumb inside. Furthermore, her anal muscles began working around his thumb trying to pull it deep telling him she wanted a cock in her ass as much as she wanted one deep in her vagina. What a woman, thought Black, fucking her hard while thumbing her ass. Susan fucked him back to. She pushed her ass back into his plunging cock each time he thrust it forward with equal gusto to his own. Finally, Black buried his cock just as her pussy clasped itself around his foot-long shaft so tightly it could only jump a little with the first and most powerful fountain of cum erupted into her womb. She immediately came hard, her vaginal contractions milking his cock for each successive spurt of semen. After seven squirts had flooded her womb, her pussy relaxed and Black slowly withdrew his cock while also pulling his thumb from her anus. As his thumb was freed, her ass hole turned white and a steady stream of semen poured out to run down her pussy even as his own sperm began to trickle out of it.

“God damn niggers,” she hissed.

Black frowned. “What was that?” he asked before his hand came down on her left ass cheek making it shudder.

“OW!” she squealed trying to pull away, but she was leaning over the table and had nowhere to go.

“What did you say?”

“I hate you niggers.” Susan’s ass cheek was hit again really stinging this time. “What gives?”

“I don’t tolerate that word as a pejorative. You may use it when expressing praise or the superiority of the black male. You got that slut?”

“Yes sir,” she mumbled, pushing herself up off the table. Susan turned around. “I’m sorry, but I can’t help myself. I’ve always looked down on the local nigg-black people… my parents… this county…” Susan shrugged. She couldn’t look him in the eye. She stared down at his deflated, but still plump cock.

“You don’t need to explain. Racism is ingrained deeply in this county. I’d be more surprised if you weren’t a little racist.”

“And then I saw my first big black nigger cock.” She glanced up nervously. “Superior nigger cock,” she corrected, looking down again when Black nodded his approval. “Now all I think about is nigger cock while a part of me still hates you for what you’ve done to me.” She sucked her lower lip into her mouth lustfully while staring at him. “And I’m always wondering where my next fix is going to come from.” Black’s cock twitched under her gaze and started to swell. “God I love nigger cocks,” she muttered, reaching out for his shaft as he swelled back up. “Fuck me again, Mr. Black?” she asked, stroking him. “I prefer fucking men over boys.”

A low growl formed in Black’s throat and he started to reach out for the lustful racist slut, but he restrained himself. Instead he stepped back pulling his cock out of her hand. “Another time,” he said, feeling sorry for her. She was cock crazy. Almost half the black women in the County went cock crazy after having sex. They ended up pregnant and dropped out of high school. Most settled down after a while. Some never did. “I’ve got somewhere else to be.”

“Please?” she begged, reaching down between her legs and fingering herself while staring at his bobbing cock.

Black retrieved his clothes and started dressing. His cock wouldn’t go down. He pulled it up against his stomach as he buttoned his jeans. Black pulled his shirt on over his head and looked over at Susan.

“Please?” she begged again. She’s sat up on the table and was laying down on it, hips raised, fingering herself. Black’s cock twitched. He turned to walk away. “Coach?” she called. He froze but didn’t look back. “If you see any of the team, tell them I’m here.”

Black turned his head sideways. “Sure,” he replied, feeling a little sorry for her. He slipped off into the mist. He hoped Jenny wouldn’t be too mad at him for being late.

**********

“If you’re playing some kind of game with me…”

“I’m not playing games.” Wendy was kneeling in the center of the tent nude but for her panty. “The panty stays on.”

Dewey stepped close to her. He couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts. White skin with pink nipples was something he’d never thought to see in the flesh outside of porn or turning into a peeping Tom and especially not Wendy Williams’ white breast flesh and pink nipples. “What do you mean?”

“I’m saving myself for my boyfriend so the panty stays on. Otherwise, like you said, in some cultures, I have to repay you for saving my life by being your slave.”

“You’re fucking with me?”

Wendy looked down at the bottom of the tent. She bit her lower lip, looking guilty and ashamed. “The Williams’ family were slave owners, Dewey. We had a large prosperous tobacco farm with slaves purchased from the Cox family. I’ve seen the bills of sale for the slaves in the family bible.”

“So what? You never owned slaves.”

“No, but it’s still shames the family name. Consider this reparations. What would you have me do, master?”

“Anything?”

“Anything, but actual intercourse and of course you can’t tell anyone about this.” Wendy still hoped to win a hot boyfriend at some point and getting a reputation for messing around with a black man wouldn’t improve her limited choices any.

For a split second, Dewey wondered if he was the one that had drowned in the lake and this was just a dying fantasy. He still couldn’t believe this was happening. “Kiss me,” he ordered, testing the water. “Kiss me like you’d kiss your boyfriend.”

Wendy took a step forwards on her knees. Any other woman and any other man, this would be a subservient position to suck his penis, but with Dewey and Wendy, their faces were practically lined up. “Tell me when to stop.” Wendy bent her head slightly leaning forwards, her lips parted, reaching his lips. She pressed hard against his broader black lips. His tongue touched hers tentatively, then they were dueling back and forth into each other’s mouths. Dewey reached up and grabbed her breasts. Wendy shuddered and moaned when he pinched her giant nipples. Her own palms came up to rest on his hard chest, sliding over his flat dark nipples. She shuddered again, impressed by his hard-muscular chest.

Dewey worked his tongue and mouth with Wendy working hers back. She moved closer smashing her breasts into his hands. He moved his hands away and around her back. His fingers slid through her luscious black hair before sliding down her back. He pulled her tight against him, her nipples pressing against his chest before mashing into her breasts. Wendy moaned again just as turned on as he was. Dewey slid his hands down into her panty and grabbed her full ass cheeks. Her moan of lust turned to one of surprise as his bulge pressed into her pubic mound. “What the?” she grunted breaking the kiss and looking down at his pants.

“You broke the kiss,” he whispered, kissing her on the forehead. “I gotta punish you now, slave. Take my cock out.” He pulled down on her hair, forcing her face back up to his. Dewey mashed his lips against hers and started kissing her again.

Wendy reached down and felt his bulge. Her hands worked at his pants and pulled them open and down. It was hot down around his underwear. His penis was giving off a lot of heat. Her hand grabbed the hem of his underwear and stretched it out and down, something huge and mighty forcing its way out of confinement. It smacked her hard just under her navel before sliding up her belly leaving a wet trail behind it. She released his underwear. Her hand brushed against the heavy scrotum beneath the massive penis. She cupped his sack surprised at its size. The only one she’d seen before was with a guy she dated about half a dozen times named Walt. It had looked like a couple small walnuts stuffed in a tight sack. She’d cupped them while she jerked Walt off once. Dewey’s felt like a large water balloon filled with heated water inside his sack. It totally filled the palm of her hand, the second one hanging lower against the side of her hand. Second one? She’d only been holding one testicle! She pulled her hand away encountering the base of his shaft and let her fingers close around it. Her fingers didn’t meet, it was so thick. Wendy didn’t realize she was doing it, but her kissing turned more lustful… more aggressive as she slid her hand up the monstrosity. When her hand reached the fat rock hard plum on the tip, she broke the kiss again to look down at what she was holding.

“WHAT THE FUCK DEWEY!” Wendy stared at it in awe. Walt “walnut balls” penis hadn’t even been six inches. Dewey’s was bigger and thicker than her track racing batons by a good few inches and a regulation size baton was 11.5”.

Dewey snorted, proud at the way she was gazing at his cock. “Not everything about me is little,” he said with pride.

“How b…”

“Fourteen inches. On the big side even for a brother.” Dewey loved his junk. A fourteen-inch cock was a monster but looked even bigger on a 58” man. He could easily suck the end himself and had on many occasions though he’d quit after Stacy’s amazing blow job.

“I never imagined,” she stuttered in disbelief, letting her hand slide up and down his shaft. Despite her disbelief, it felt somehow familiar to her to be holding a Coxville negro’s cock in her hand. Like she’d done it before which was ridiculous as she’d only ever touched Walnut ball’s penis before and his entire crotch filled her hand completely.

He laughed. “Well if you’ve only seen whitey’s little penis than it’s about time you saw a real man’s cock.”

“A superior cock,” she whispered, in awe of it.

Yeah, superior, I like that. Now I think it’s my superior cock’s turn to get kissed.”

A thousand things raced through Wendy’s mind as she held and stared at his… superior cock… duty… surrender… virginity. There was no way that thing was every getting near her vagina. There was no way she’d ever fit it in her mouth or anywhere else. “I can’t,” she said, feeling like she had failed him.

“You disobeying your master, slave?” He growled, seemingly genuinely angry.

“N-no master,” she stuttered.

“Better not be,” he reprimanded. Dewey slid over to her sleeping bag resting on a nice soft air mattress. “Just do your best.”

Wendy got on all fours and crawled between Dewey’s legs. He was holding his cock straight up for her with just a few fingers pushed into the base so she could take the entire glorious thing in. Though she was amazed by it, she felt a little sorry for the short black man. No woman could properly take such a thing. “I.. I don’t know where to start.”

“Lick around the head, suck in as much as you can, and jerk off what you can’t swallow.”

Wendy nodded. “Okay, just don’t squirt it in my mouth, please.” Some of Walt’s semen had gotten on her hand and she’d found the smell distasteful as she wiped it off into a tissue. She couldn’t imagine what it would have tasted like.

“Your master orders you to swallow his cum, slave,” Dewey commanded. Wendy looked at him. “But if you won’t; let me cum all over your tits,” he relented, giving her a wink. He liked this game but wasn’t sure how far she’d go and didn’t want to push her.

Wendy nodded again. “Yes, master.” She reached down and took a hold of his thick black penis allowing him to release it as she held it up. Wendy leaned forwards and was just sticking her tongue out when he came. Even Walnut Walt had lasted half a dozen strokes before he squirted. She sighed, looking regretfully at his shaft, wondering why she was disappointed and a little surprised the shaft was remaining steel hard.

“Whatcha waiting for?”

“You just ejaculated!”

“That’s just precum. My cock is trying to lubricate itself for you. Get to it, slave.”

“Oh,” she said, a smile spreading across her face. She quickly suppressed it. She didn’t want Dewey to believe she wanted to put his penis in her mouth. She wasn’t enjoying herself. She was doing this to reward him for saving her life.

Wendy leaned forwards again, the penis giving another little squirt. His precum was flowing down to coat the whole head of his big pen… “Cock.”

“What?”

“I was just thinking how cock seems more appropriate a term for your penis.”

“Yeah, no brother will call his junk a penis. We prefer cock, big cock, big black cock, and some like nigger or nigga cock.”

Wendy was aghast at the latter. Her father threw the “N” word around a lot when referring to blacks and she’d caught her mom saying it a few times. Her dad would have a heart attack if he knew his precious little angel was preparing to suck a nigger cock. Dewey sighed with growing frustration. Wendy looked him in the eyes as she leaned forwards. “Thank you for saving my life,” she told him before kissing the wet tip of his cock. When she pulled back a sticky strand of his pre-seminal fluid ran from her lips to his urethra. She licked it away and leaned down again. This time she stared at his big black cock as she began to lick around the head.

“Yeah, that’s it, gurl,” groaned Dewey thrilled to have his cock sucked again. The first time had been Stacy and she’d been a world class cocksucker, but she’d sucked half the brothas in the senior class before doing his. This was Wendy’s first time and he was thrilled to break her in. If he didn’t push her to hard, he fantasized he might be the one to pop her cherry.

Wendy started sucking. Her jaw wasn’t used to stretching this far open and it soon started to ache as she bobbed her head over the tip of his cock. She ignored it keeping the pace up. She didn’t want him to be disappointed in her. The more she sucked it, the more saliva began running down his shaft. She used the added lubrication to stroke his shaft. His groans told her she was doing something right. The head was pushing into her throat now as she grew used its presence.

“Come around here, gurl,” he told her.

She paused confused at what he was asking. She released his shaft causing it to slap hard against his stomach and his abdominals and his chest. The monster took up most of his small torso. She moved beside him and facing down, lifted his cock back up and returned her mouth to the tip. There were some noisy slurping sounds before she got used to this new position, but he interrupted her again. Dewey’s hand was on her thigh, rubbing the insides. Any further up and he might feel how wet her vagina had grown. Instead, he tugged at it until she got the hint and straddled his muscular torso.

Facing down was a little easier and soon she found she could swallow the entire head. It was difficult, but it could be done if you breathed through your nose and suppressed the gag reflex. Her throat muffled her groan of lust for his big black cock. She was enjoying her first blow job. Her moan turned to a whimper of desire when his strong hands came up to fondle the large ends of her dangling breasts. Her pussy practically creamed when his fingers pinched her swollen nipples. Then she felt his tongue pushing against the thin panty forcing some into the folds of her vagina. “Yes,” she moaned. She didn’t object when his hands slid from her breasts down her belly to her pubic mound. He grabbed her panty and pulled it out of the way so that his tongue could enter her pussy. Wendy gasped in surprise. She’d never felt anything so good. Her body reflexively pushed back into his tongue as she took his cock head back in her mouth.

Dewey tried to pull her panties down, but they were stuck on her thighs and in his way. She felt his hands grab the hem, stretching the material out until they began to strain and then tear. Wendy was about to object, but the act of ripping the panty off her was so manly her pussy squirted again. Only one leg ripped open. Dewey pushed it over to the other leg where it slid down to her knee. Any objection she still might have had to losing her underwear faded with the easier access his tongue had to her pussy.

Dewey sucked her engorged clitoris between his lips. The sensation was so strong Wendy had to pull her mouth off his dick to keep from choking. His tongue wiggled its way up between the folds of her labia, pushing in as he licked up and then back down to her clit. Wendy gasped, burying her head on his thigh, one hand stroking his cock. Dewey was a freak. His tongue moved rapidly, clit then up her pussy lips, down to her clit up over her pussy to her perineum, down to her clit, wiggling up her labia and into her pussy, over the perineum, his tongue tip grazing her anus before moving back down to suck her clit in. His tongue flickered back up spending more time on her anus. Disgusting, but it felt strangely pleasant and she didn’t stop him as it pushed at her rosebud. Wendy was gasping for breath now as he reamed her anus, her hand jerked his cock off more rapidly. She kissed his scrotum just as his tongue licked back down to her clit. His tongue flickered back and forth teasing her clit just as his hands tugged down hard on her nipples. Wendy’s world exploded as she had her first orgasm.

She nearly passed out, coming to her senses to feel his tongue probing inside her pussy. She came again. Wendy forced herself up, taking his cock back in her mouth. She needed to thank him for the pleasure he’d just given her. If a tongue felt this amazing, what would a penis feel like? What would a cock feel like?

She sucked him harder and faster. Now she was swallowing nearly half the monster shaft, but it was becoming more difficult as the thing seemed to be growing even larger. The head went from the size of a golf ball to the size of a large plum or a small apple.

“FUCK! I’m cumming,” he groaned into her pussy.

Wendy’s mouth filled up so quickly, she was forced to pull her head off his cock to keep from choking. His sperm poured down her chin even as another huge wad splattered on her face. She bent down, wrapping her lips around the head, letting her mouth fill with his hot seed and it was delicious. She gulped it down just as her mouth filled again and she gulped it down too. She wanted more, but she needed to breathe. Wendy say up, forcing his tongue inside her. Both of her hands stroked his huge shaft. His cum splattered all over her chest and tits. His tongue thrust rapidly in and out of her as his cum coated her tits. Wendy came again.

She dropped his spent cock and climbed off him, gasping for breath. She sat up, kneeling at his feet. She looked down at herself and snorted a laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, reaching a black hand out to squeeze her bare ass.

“Well, I both swallowed your semen and let you cum all over my tits.”

“Yeah, I cum a lot. What did you think, gurl?”

Wendy blushed with embarrassment when she noticed that his chin was as soaked as her own. “It was fun,” she said. “I liked it… a lot.” Wendy noticed a large wad of sperm covering her left nipple. She wanted it. Dewey watched with delight as she lifted her big breast up to her mouth and sucked his cum off her nipple. “Your seed tastes really good,” she explained, staring at his cock. It seemed to have expanded a little. “Next time, I’ll do better.”

“Next time?” he asked, smirking.

“Sure. I owe you my life, so I think unlimited blow jobs as long as you want them isn’t an unreasonable reward. Besides, I really really like your cock. So long as you’ll be discreet and provided you want me to suck you off again?” She gazed at him hopefully.

“I think your lips and my cock are going to become very familiar.”

“Good,” she said, reaching down, and pulling the hard shaft back up. “Because I really like your cock, Dewey. She leaned forwards and kissed the head again, her mouth wanted to spread out and suck it some more, but her jaw was sore, and she wasn’t sure he could go again either even though it was as hard as the first time. Wendy squeezed his cock and looked up at the short black man. She felt a growing affection for him. “Would you like to stay here tonight?” she asked. “I want… I want to sleep in your arms.”

“Oh, I ain’t going anywhere. You still my slave?”

“Yes, until morning.”

“Got any lotion?”

“Some hand lotion in my purse over there. Why?”

“Get on all fours.”

“What are you doing?” Wendy looked over her shoulder as Dewey grabbed her hand lotion. His cock bobbed before him as he walked over to kneel behind her. “We can’t have sex,” she said, a little worried now that her protective panty was gone.

Dewey squirted lotion all along his shaft and started stroking himself. “Well if I can’t fuck your pussy then I’m gonna have the next best thing.”

“You’re crazy!” she practically screamed when she felt the pressure on her anus. “I can’t take that thing.”

“Relax.” Dewey pushed down.

“Aaah!,” moaned Wendy scared, but her tight anus opened up for him and she relaxed. It was only his thumb. It was soaked with the lotion. “Ohhh!” she moaned, surprised that it was a little pleasant, but just as her rear began to get used to it, he pulled his thumb out. The pressure returned. This time when he pushed down, her anus began to stretch a whole lot wider. “No way Dewey. You’re too big.”

“You my slave or what?”

Wendy whimpered. “I’m your slave,” she relented.

“Ask me to fuck your ass, slave.”

“Please f—AAAH—ck my AAAHSS, MASTER,” she cried through gritted teeth as her tight rosebud opened so wide, she knew it was about to rip apart. Just as she was about to crawl away from him, the end of his cock slipped inside. “Ohmygod, it hurts! Too big! TOO BIG!”

“Relax and unclench your ass cheeks. We’ll let you get used to it before going any further.” Even Stacy who loved it up the ass had been nervous taking him up her backside.

Wendy whimpered, panting with exertion of just having the head present in her anus. Tears ran down her cheeks. The bad pain faded faster than she would have thought turning to a dull ache. “Better now,” she hissed through clenched teeth. She whimpered again when he started working the head in and out, pushing it deeper and deeper. “Aaah!” she moaned at first thinking it was from pain, but it had felt pretty good. “Ah! Ah! Yes,” she whispered.

“Not so bad once you get used to it,” he said, grabbing her hips.

“No. AH! Kind-AH nice,” she moaned, pushing back on her arms so that her ass pushed into his thrusts. “Fuck me,” she muttered, feeling dirty for saying it, but then she felt dirty being sodomized by a black man and liking it. “Fuck my ass, Master!” Wendy rocked her body, fucking Dewey back, his cock speeding up like a pile driver. She wanted to touch her pussy. She needed to touch her pussy to get off again, but she needed her arms for leverage. “Fuck my ass with your big black cock,” she moaned, falling forwards onto her arms, head down on the ground, ass up for him to fuck.

Wendy moaned loving the feeling of his thick black cock gliding smoothly in and out of her ass. She turned so that her arm could slide beneath her, through her squashed tits, over her belly. Her fingers found their way to her pussy, moving rapidly even as Dewey’s thrusts turned erratic. He thrust forwards, burying maybe eight inches in her bowels. His cock began bucking inside her ass, pumping his sperm deep inside her just as she came again.

Dewey grunted as he pulled his cock out. It shot several wads over her back, before collapsing on her ass, deflated, and spent. He groaned from the exertion and shakily crawled over to collapse on the sleeping bag.

Wendy didn’t have much strength left in her, but what felt like a gallon of sperm was about ready to pour out of her innards. She grabbed a blanket and crawled out of the tent flap. She stood once she was in the open, adjusting the blanket. Freezing when she saw Carol sitting in a chair.

Carol was surrounded by the mist, but Wendy could see she was pale and shaky. Her hand shook as she lifted a beer up to her mouth and sipped. Wendy’s only real friend stared at her with a look of disgust and horror written on her face, but her body showed signs of arousal. She was in a short tee shirt that exposed most of her belly, the cloth soaked by the mist. It clung to her body, highlighting her breasts and her erect nipples. Her sexy lace panty was darker and wetter between her legs. Carol closed her knees quickly. “Gotta pee,” said Wendy. Carol just nodded, her eyes glancing down at the white stream pouring down to pool between Wendy’s legs.

Wendy opened a bag containing some toilet paper, grabbed a roll and took off into the bushes. She did have to pee, but she really needed to clean her bowels out. She squatted letting his sperm flood out while letting the toilet paper dampen so she could wipe his dried sperm off her face and torso. The flood of semen turned to a trickle and soon into drops. Wendy stood, wrapped the blanket around her and headed back to the campsite. Carol was still sitting there.

“But he’s a nigger?” whispered Carol.

“I don’t care,” Wendy retorted. “I’m having a great time. The best night of my life in fact. It’s…special.”

“But he’s a nigger?” Carol whispered again as if that explained everything.

Wendy just stooped down and crawled back into her tent.

Dewey was laying on his back on her sleeping bag. He looked on appreciatively as she dropped the towel revealing her magnificent Amazonian body. “Get it all out?” he asked.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get it all out,” she retorted. She kneeled and crawled next to him. He wrapped his arm around her. They laid down together and soon his lips found hers. She ran her hand over his arm, feeling the bulging muscles before sliding it over his chest and down the hard abdominals of his stomach. She went down a little further and felt his limp shaft. Her tongue danced with his, kissing each other lustfully as she squeezed his plump cock. It expanded in her hand, swelling and hardening again. In no time at all, she was holding his fully hard black cock in her hand. She stroked it, breaking the kiss. “Did you bring a condom?” she asked.

Dewey raised an eyebrow questioningly. “No, why?”

“I want you to be the one,” she whispered. Tonight, was special and it was about to get even more special. “I don’t want to be a virgin any longer. I want you to be my first. Just don’t cum in me.”

Dewey leaned over and kissed her passionately. She guided his hard cock down as he climbed on top of her.

**********

Jenny grunted as Max slowly pushed his cock inside her. “I can’t believe I’m fucking Coach Summers,” he muttered, pulling back on her hips though it wasn’t necessary as she pushed her ass back into his cock. “I knew it would happen sometime, but not this soon.”

“What do you mean by that?” she asked, her voice muffled by her arms.

“Oh, we all gonna fuck you, Mrs. Summers.”

“Oh no you are not, young man,” she stated indignantly. In her mind’s eye, she pictured being in the same position she was now, on all fours, on the field while Coach Black blew his whistle and black player after black player ran up, their upper torsos in gear, their lower torsos naked, and fucked her with giant black cock after giant black cock. She shuddered and came all over Max’s cock as he buried it. “This was an accident. I thought Coach Black was in here.”

“Come on sexy momma, you can’t so no to some black dick. You know it and we know it.” He started fucking her hard.

“Not true,” she hissed between clenched teeth. “I’m only fooling around with the Coach… OH GOD! FUCK ME MAX!”

“It didn’t take long for Samson to get his cock in ya.” He gave her a playful spank on the ass before pressing his thumb against her anus. Jenny whimpered as he pushed his thumb in.

“The pool party got out of hand,” she moaned, regretting what had happened with her daughter’s boyfriend though she’d loved his cock. She felt guilty, but a part of her hoped her actions might break Kitty and Samson up. She’d even fuck him again if she thought he’d dump her daughter for it.

“Most fun I ever had,” said Max.

Me too, she thought. “Just shut up and fuck me, but don’t cum in me again. I’m not on birth control.”

Max grinned picturing Jenny Summers giving birth to a little dreadlocked baby and the thought made his balls ache. “You let Samson cum in ya.”

“Like I said, the party got out of hand and Coach Black had a vasectomy.”

Max snorted at that. No nigga was gonna let a scalpel anywhere near his balls. “I’m gonna cum in ya, but I’ll seed you like Stubby seeded you. He pulled his cock out and raised the head up to her sphincter. He was a little surprised to see it open up rather easily for him.

“Yes Max, do it. Fuck my ass,” she moaned pushing back and helping his cock head push into her anus.

Max worked his cock deep, fucking her tight ass with a steady rhythm. She couldn’t take it all, but he got enough in that his swinging nut sack started smacking her pussy with each thrust. Jenny forced back an orgasmic scream as she trembled beneath him. Her cum was soon dripping off his nut sack. He’d never gotten a black ho off from anal sex alone unless they were playing with themselves while he did it. Jenny Summers was something special.

All too soon, he felt the cum welling up in his balls. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back while his cock tried to buck inside the tight confines while it pumped his sperm deep into her bowels.

“SUSAN! YOU FUCKING WHORE!”

Jenny and Max both jumped looking over at the form of Patty bent over inside the tent flap. She was staring aghast at the sight of her Coach, mentor, and practically her second mother down on all fours getting sodomized by her boyfriend. “Sorry Coach,” she said, “I thought you were Susan.” She nodded her head towards Jenny’s dangling GG tits. Other than Patty, Susan was the closest to having tits her size.

“Uh, it’s okay,” said Jenny, slowly. Max withdrew his spent cock from her ass.

Patty turned her attention to Jenny’s ass just as a fountain of white sperm shot out of her anus. Her face went from surprised to heartbroken to angry within seconds as it hit her that her boyfriend had just cheated on her with her favorite teacher. “What the fuck Coach?” she hissed, her face scrunched up with hate. “Your daughter’s boyfriend wasn’t enough for you? You trying to fuck all our boyfriends?”

Patty was panting heavily. Despite her anger, she looked wantonly hot. The mist had soaked her skin and made her uniform cling to her voluptuous body. Her nipples were hard and poking out beneath her top. The flush of her cheeks was visible under the green glow from the glowstick.

Without warning, she lunged for Jenny just as Jenny sat up. “Patty wait!”

“How dare you?” she squealed. Patty’s hand shot out, slapping Jenny on her cheek.

It didn’t hurt much, but Jenny was so shocked she just froze. Patty looked frustrated like she didn’t know what to do to hurt her betrayer. Her body shook, the hand that slapped Jenny shooting out to pinch and twist her nipple. That did hurt Jenny. Patty lunged, her hands reaching out for Jenny’s throat.

Jenny turned, stopping Patty’s forward motion with her shoulder. She didn’t know what to do and just reached out over Patty’s back. She grabbed the hem of her top and yanked the uniform forwards over Patty’s head, blinding her and tangling her arms up. “Max, do something?” she pleaded.

Max was grinning like he was enjoying this. “Sure thing.” He reached over like he was going to grab Patty and pull her off. Instead, her grabbed the back of her bra and unhooked it.

Patty’s bras always strained to contain her mammoth bosom, the bra sprang off her breasts just as they pushed forwards into Jenny’s face and she found a nipple sticking right in her mouth. Jenny tried not to suffocate as Patty struggled with the clothes constraining her. The angry redhead threw the top off, looming over Jenny who fell back helpless afraid those giant freckled white tits would smother her. Just as her head was about to be engulfed by Patty’s soft breasts again, the redhead froze, a surprised look on her face.

Jenny watched the anger disappear, a slow contented smile spreading across her face like an addict getting her fix. Patty’s head raised up which pushed one of her nipples back into Jenny’s mouth. The nipple pushing deep as Jenny’s face mashed into the breast, then out, then in again as Patty moved forwards and back over Jenny’s body.

Jenny moved her head around. She looked up. Patty’s red hair was stretched out, pulling her head back. The ends wrapped in Max’s dark black hands like reins as he rode her into submission. He winked down at Jenny. He’d calmed the fiery redhead by pushing his big black cock into her. “Unh! Unh! UNH!,” grunted Patty each time Max buried his cock.

Jenny shifted her body, but she was trapped under the buxom redhead whose breasts kept smashing into Jenny’s face. Jenny grabbed Patty’s breasts to hold them away from her, Patty’s areola squeezed out between Jenny’s fingers each time the girl was pushed forwards. The nippled ends engorged and puffy, a light pink erect little nub that ran down to the teen’s distended areola. Her breasts were soft and cushiony. They felt nice in Jenny’s hands. Without thinking, Jenny Summers raised her head and flickered her tongue over one of Patty’s nipples before sucking it between her lips.

Patty gasped loudly. She froze and trembled as an orgasm shook her body. Fluids dripped down soaking Jenny’s blonde pubes. When Patty quit trembling, Max resumed thrusting his cock into her, forcing her forwards again. “They’re so good, Coach,” groaned Patty, looking down at her. Max had released her hair.

“I know Patty,” said Jenny, moving her mouth over to Patty’s other nipple. Jenny moaned as she sucked it, her hips started raising, wishing Patty had a cock to push in her. Patty whimpered and came again, a virtual waterfall of her juices splattering on Jenny’s crotch. The redhead’s whimpers turned to a moan of disappointment. Jenny realized why a second later, when Max’s cock head speared its way into her pussy.

Jenny lifted her crotch as much as she could up into Max’s thrusting cock, but she couldn’t get it all with Patty above her and the redhead’s fleshy ass was in Max’s way. Still, it was more inches, thickness, and hardness than Harold could give her and she came after a few thrusts.

“Put it back, Max,” begged Patty.

“Sure, thing babe, but maybe you should give Mrs. Summers a little kiss first.”

Patty looked down at her teacher, only hesitating a moment. Her face came down kissing Jenny on the lips. Jenny was the first to push her tongue into Patty’s mouth. There was another moment’s hesitation, a tentative probe from Patty’s tongue, and then both women were moaning as their tongues dueled.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” grunted Max. He pulled his cock out of Jenny and pushed it back into Patty going balls deep. He started fucking her with the full length of his cock. Patty cried out, breaking the kiss and pushing herself up as her pussy exploded all over Max’s cock. He grabbed her hips and pulled back on them moving her down a little. When Patty lowered herself back down, she was resting her head on Jenny’s bosom. Jenny leaned up and kissed her head affectionately, stroking her red locks while Patty grunted and moaned from Max’s hard thrusting.

Patty found herself staring at her teacher’s rather elongated nipple sticking up before her eyes. She raised her hand and squeezed the voluptuous breasts, fingers sliding up to pinch and rub the nipple. Jenny whined a little, liking the attention. Patty slid her hand over to the side of the breast and pulled it towards her face even as she lifted her head and sucked the nipple between her lips.

Patty raised herself up and started sucking Jenny’s tit a little more aggressively as she got into it. The hand stroking her head began holding her down tightly, keeping her lips on the nipple, but Max’s thrusts were picking up steam forcing Patty forwards. The wet nipple sprang free from Jenny’s mouth. Patty’s face scrunched up as a large orgasm approached, her body anticipating what was coming next.

“Here it cums,” grunted Max.

Jenny placed both hands on Patty’s cheeks and forced her to look down into Jenny’s eyes. “Tell me you’re on the pill.”

“Nooooo,” moaned the redhead.

“Make him pull out then.”

“I can’t,” she cried. “Feels too good when he cums inside me.”

“Patty, listen. You have your whole life in front of you. Make him pull out. Let me take his load for you.”

“Too late,” growled Max, slamming his cock forwards.

Jenny watched as the addicted expression crossed Patty’s face again. She didn’t blame the redhead. She knew exactly what Patty was experiencing right now. “Nooo,” moaned Patty as she quit bracing herself. Jenny felt Max’s seed splattering along her labia just before his cock pushed back inside her and it was still spurting. The angle was better now allowing his cock to push deeper so that his fertile seed sprayed all over her cervix. Her own orgasm followed, her contractions lifting his seed up into her uterus increasing her own pregnancy risk.

Max could very well have just impregnated both women.

Max groaned loudly and pulled out, nearly falling over. Jenny stared up at Patty. Both women were still panting from their recent orgasms. Kitty was the greatest thing that ever happened to her, but eighteen had been too young to start a family plus Kitty was white. If Patty gave birth to a black baby, she’d be humiliated and ostracized in Coxville County. Plus, Max was a poor black man from Niggertown with little to no prospects. He wouldn’t marry her or provide for the child. Jenny moved her hands down to Patty’s thighs and started lifting her up.

“What are you doing?” asked Patty, her eyes still closed.

“Just do it,” said Jenny.

Sperm dribbled out of Patty’s pussy leaving a trail from Jenny’s blonde pubic mound, over her bellybutton, stomach, and sternum until Patty was kneeling above Jenny’s face. Jenny pulled her down, her open mouth catching the dripping sperm until Patty’s pussy was planted firmly over Jenny’s mouth. “Try to push it out,” she called before sticking her tongue out. Jenny wiggled her tongue along the slit and then inside thankful she’d learned how to do this with Shondra last night.

Jenny stared at up Patty’s body, her red wisps of pubic hair out of focus, but Patty’s belly and erect nipples clear in the green glow. Very quickly Patty’s belly began undulating and she started pushing her pussy down into Jenny’s tongue. Jenny’s mouth filled with a steady trickle of Max’s hot sperm. She gulped each time it filled constantly working her tongue for more. “YYEESS!!” cried Patty, pushing her pussy down hard into Jenny’s tongue. The orgasm released more of Max’s sperm from her womb, filling Jenny’s mouth several more times. With a groan of exhaustion, Patty fell sideways off her.

Jenny wiped her mouth with the back of her palm and sat. She could only hope that she’d saved the young woman from making a mistake and hope that Max or Anthony hadn’t impregnated the foolish girl yesterday at her pool. She could also vaguely recall seeing Patty sucking Samson’s cock at the pool. For some reason she felt a little jealous, but it also reminded her that her own precious daughter was taking a lot of black sperm into her own unprotected womb.

“I ain’t seen nothin as hot as that before.”

Jenny looked over a Max. He was laying on the sleeping mat, stroking his fully hard cock staring over at her wide eyed. Patty had stirred and was crawling over to him. She kissed the head of his cock respectfully and straddled the young man while Jenny crawled out of the tent nude. She stood and dressed as Patty began riding Max’s big cock knowing that Patty was going to let him cum inside her again. There was nothing Jenny could do for her.

Jenny strolled off through the mist, hoping Coach Black wasn’t too mad at her.

**********

Siobhan snuggled closer into Rick, their kissing turning even more passionate as their arousal grew. At first, the cold damp mist coming off the lake looked like it might ruin the evening, but they’d both turned horny and realized the mist helped hide them from prying eyes. Her parents wouldn’t let her or her sister stay out late enough to get in trouble and they certainly hadn’t allowed them to camp out at the senior bonfire with hormone crazed boys around. The twins and their boyfriends would need to head home soon.

As soon as her twin Sinead and her boyfriend Tom had excused themselves to go for a walk along the shore, Siobhan had practically attacked Rick, much to his surprise and delight. His hands ran under her shirt, cupping her bra, thumbs twirling around her hard nipples. The cold mist had made them pop out already and their stiffness made them feel uncomfortable against her bra. His hands moved between her breasts looking for the hook of her bra. He seemed confused when he couldn’t find it.

Siobhan sat up, reached around her back and unhooked her bra, slipping her arms inside her blouse so that she could pull it off. Then she returned to kissing him. He moaned into her mouth when his hands found her bare breasts.

They’d only had sex twice. The first, was his eighteenth birthday present. Her parents believed in abstinence and thought that contraception was a sin. Siobhan was conservative, but not nearly as uptight as her parents. She also had needs. Most of the girls were not only fucking their boyfriends but doing nastier stuff with them like taking their penises in their mouths. That wasn’t for her either. Her priest had drilled into her the sins of sodomites or masturbation and she’d complied up until she’d had the crazy sex dream last month. She’d played with herself for thirty minutes when she’d woken up picturing her shadowy bearded lover taking her in all sorts of ways including making her suck his enormous penis. Clearly a fantasy dream penis as it was nearly three times bigger than Rick’s.

Two days later had been Rick’s birthday and she’d told him she wanted to have sex. It had been awkward and horrible. He was so nervous he had trouble making it hard enough to slip the condom on. She had to squeeze the base to make it hard enough to break her hymen. She was still hurting a few strokes later when he’d ejaculated. Worse the sex hadn’t been worth the Catholic guilt she felt for days afterwards. The second time was slightly better. He was less nervous and fully erect. She’d agreed to it again, thinking that it had to get better. Just as it started to feel slightly pleasurable, he’d ejaculated into the condom again. She’d refused Rick’s advances after that until tonight when the mist came up. She felt as aroused as she had the night of her dream with the bearded man and was ready to give sex a third try.

Siobhan O’Malley’s hand fumbled with the buttons on his jeans, opening them and pulling at his zipper. He helped her by lifting his hips and pulling them down. His hand rested on her bare knee, sliding up her leg to her modesty shorts under her skirt. She kissed him wantonly as her hand touched his white underwear. She gripped the small bulge, his erection jerked beneath her hand, his underwear turning wet and sticky.

“Oh my god!” he stuttered out, breaking the kiss. “I’m so sorry.”

Siobhan loudly groaned in frustration which only seemed to embarrass Rick more. “It’s okay, she sighed. Siobhan stood up. Her white blouse had run up exposing her belly. She grabbed the hems and tried to pull it down just as her sister and Tom came walking back off the lakeshore still holding hands.

“You too,” commented Sinead.

Siobhan looked over at her twin. They were virtually identical though she had reddish-blonde hair and Sinead was more blondish-red. Siobhan’s eyes were also green where her sister’s eyes were blue. They were dressed identically too. Not something they normally did anymore since they were little and their parents thought it was cute to make them dress alike. On Saturdays, they had religious studies class with the nuns at the convent and had to dress in traditional uniform. Siobhan liked their classes more than Sinead. She’d even considered following her older sister, Nancy, in becoming a nun, but was leaning against it in favor of teaching. Saturday also gave both twins a chance to see their sister Nancy who occasionally taught their classes. This week, Nancy had been a little distracted as she was helping an unusual black priest research Coxville history, particularly slave island out on the lake. The twins had rushed from bible school to the stadium to meet their boyfriends and catch the last half of the game before heading to the bonfire. Neither had thought to bring a change of clothes though Rick and Tom both liked the Catholic school girl look.

“O god, have mercy,” gasped Siobhan staring at her sister curiously lit up by the full moon shining through the mist. Both twins had lost their ties leaving them in plaid skirts and white blouses. Sinead’s blouse had tightened and shrunk in the mist. Her belly was bare, the shrunken top barely managing to constrain her large Coxville DD breasts. She’d lost her bra sometime on her walk with Tom. The damp cloth clung tightly to her skin revealing her swollen areola and engorged nipples. To make matters worse, the spaces between buttons on the tight shirt were gaping revealing glimpses of flesh between them. Unlike her sister, Sinead had rolled up her skirt before going to the game. It stopped at mid-thigh where Siobhan’s was still the normal knee length. She appeared to have lost her modesty shorts as they would have been visible under the hem. “You look like a slut,” said Siobhan, staring at her.

Sinead put her hand on her side and looked her sister up and down. “And I’m looking in a mirror,” she said, perturbed.

Siobhan looked down at herself. Her blouse had done the same and somehow, she’d lost a couple buttons at the top, showing off her impressive cleavage. Her top was as wet, clinging tightly, and fully displaying her breasts. “Sweet Jesus!”

“You look hot,” said Rick.

“Yeah,” agreed Tom. “It’s like your suddenly wearing slutty school girl Halloween costumes instead of real uniforms.”

“Maybe we should head back to the bonfire to warm up?” suggested Rick. He turned away trying to button his jeans without Tom or Sinead realizing what they had been up to.

“No way,” said Sinead. “Not while looking like this with all the riffraff hanging about the keg.” By riffraff she meant their black classmates. They’d been acting mighty forward of late.

“Come on,” said Tom. “I could use another beer.”

“Alright, but I don’t know what I did with my bra,” she whispered.

“I think we left it hanging on that branch,” he whispered back.

“Let’s go get it.” Sinead turned to her sister. “We’ll meet you at the fire.” Sinead and Tom turned and headed back to the shoreline.

Siobhan turned to Rick. “I need to go pee. I’ll be back.”

“Okay,” he sighed. “Don’t get lost in the mist.”

“If I’m not back in twenty, I’ll meet you at the bonfire.” Her boyfriend looked dejected. “It’s fine Rick. It’ll get better. Neither of us really knows what we are doing,” she assured him. He nodded, pulling out earplugs and putting them in his ears.

Siobhan walked between the brush glancing back at Rick. He was sitting at the table, head laid on his hands listening to music. She hoped things would get better. Either sex wasn’t as great as she’d heard or Rick was a complete dud. She really liked him, but if this kept up, she might have to go looking for a boyfriend that knew what he was doing.

It didn’t take her long to find a decent sized bush to squat behind. This time of year, the porta pottys were gone. There’d been talk of modernizing and installing a real bathroom, but that hadn’t materialized yet and it would have been locked up this time of year if it had. She was left squatting in the woods.

Siobhan urinated then reached down for her shorts. “Shit,” she muttered, finding them wet. She’d accidently peed on them and she hadn’t worn a panty underneath. Siobhan hadn’t thought she could have felt any sluttier in the wet uniform, but not having any underwear on sure upped that a degree.

The moon disappeared behind a cloud turning everything eerily dark. Scarily dark in the fog. Worse, she was confused over which way she’d come. She took a few steps soon realizing she was going the wrong way.

FWAP FWAP FWAP

Siobhan’s ears were starting to hear more of the night sounds. They picked up music from the party in the far distance. The FWAP FWAP noise continued, closer. “Maybe it’s the base coming from Rick’s ear buds,” she hoped aloud following the noise.

FWAP FWAP FWAP

The cloud moving over the moon was less dense now and things started lighting up a little. She stepped into the clearing and sighed with relief when she saw the dark figure leaning over the picnic table, doing something in his lap. FWAP FWAP was the noise coming from his lap.

She stepped forwards and froze. The figure was too big to be Rick or was it just the mist obscuring him? She moved closer, crinkling her nose when the sweet smell of marijuana hit her nostrils. No, this wasn’t Rick. She moved forwards anyway, stepping out of the mist just as the moon lit up the picnic table. “Excuse me?” she called.

The giant black man stood up tall and straight, turning towards her. Andy Gooch, a self-described ghetto nigga and pothead. A great basketball player, but she wasn’t even sure if he would be playing this year as he’d been caught with pot several times suffering a variety of consequences.

FWAP FWAP FWAP came from the hand moving back and forth in his crotch.

Siobhan’s eyes looked down at the movement. “SWEET JESUS!” she cried in utter disbelief. Andy Gooch was jerking his penis off and the thing was a monster. His hand was a blur, but it stopped just under the head which Siobhan swore was as big as an apple and the part he was stroking must have been a least a foot long with that swollen bulbous tip adding to its length. The shaft looked thick too at least as thick as her wrist, normal in his large hand, but she didn’t think one of her dainty white hands could have reached around it. He quit stroking it and let go when he noticed her interest, the huge black penis bobbing before him.

“T-that’s a sin,” she gasped, staring at it.

“What?”

“Masturbating. It’s a sin.” She looked up at him. His eyes were half-lidded, probably stoned. Andy had a reputation for being mean. Rick hated Andy for bullying him through middle school, but pot seemed to have mellowed Andy quite a bit.

“Couldn’t help it. The mist came up and my junk got hard all of a sudden. It started hurtin it was so swollen.” He’d already dumped a load into Melissa Johnson’s mouth and pussy just a short time ago and was surprised to see it swell up again for no apparent reason.

Her eyes went back down to his “junk”. “Oh my sweet Jesus, it’s huge.”

“Damn straight it’s huge. Doesn’t normally get this big until I’m about to cum, but I aint even close.” He grabbed it again and started jerking off. This time he wasn’t looking at his penis, but at her breasts pushing out through her blouse.

“Stop that Andy,” she begged. A part of her didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to watch him ejaculate. His testicles were sized to go with his penis. He made Rick look like a child. “You can’t waste sperm. It hurts god.”

He snorted. “Bull shit. Why’d god make it feel so good then.” He stepped closer, aiming his penis at her as his hand slid up and down the shaft.

“Oh, god have mercy,” she muttered, unable to take her eyes off it. “Stop… so big… stop sinning Andy… such a huge penis… why?”

“This aint no white penis, it’s a black cock and if you want me to stop sinning…” He released his cock, the monster bobbing before him, head pointed at her navel. He reached down and grabbed her arm, pulling her hand up and placing it on his cock. “Then you do it for me,” he finished.

Without thinking, Siobhan’s hand moved down to the base of the shaft and up, feeling its size and its power, its heat, its life with each pulse along the veiny shaft. “I can’t do that,” she mumbled, staring at the bulbous head sticking out above her hand.

“Why not? It’s not masturbation if you do it.”

“I c-an’t. I have a boyfriend. It’s not right.” Something inside Siobhan really wanted her to do as he asked. She was fascinated with the huge black cock in her hand. It made her nipples throb. It made the hunger between her legs grow worse. Were they all like this? She was tempted, tempted like Eve had been in the garden of Eden by the black serpent presenting the fruit. “No,” she said, fighting it.

“Yes,” argued Andy. “Jerk it off. I think god sent you here to save me.”

Siobhan hesitated. Was he right? Had god sent her to him? “I can’t,” she said, again, but her hand slid down the shaft and back up just under the head.

“There’s another way,” he told her. Mama Gooch had drilled a lot of the bible into him. “Will you help me?”

Siobhan nodded. “I want to save you. Tell me how?”

“It’s biblical. God’s will. Will you do it?”

“Yes,” said Siobhan. The thought of saving him filled her with happiness and she let her hand slide up the serpent to hold the apple-sized head.

“Follow me.”

Andy backed up. Siobhan squeezed the head of his cock. She didn’t want to let it go. Her hand grew sticky. For a moment, she felt he’d also ejaculated at her touch. The black cock was spewing out as much fluid as Rick had ejaculated in his underwear earlier, but a cock was apparently different from a penis. It was only trying to lubricate itself and remained steel hard squirting more fluid into her hand.

He backed up to the picnic table’s bench. Andy reached up and started unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse. “What are you doing?” Her hand came up to grab his wrist to stop him. Her other hand remained on his cock head, working its way around the knob, rubbing the fluid in.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm away as he opened her blouse. “Proverbs 5:19.”

Her blouse was now open exposing her breasts. Andy released her arm and put both hands on her shoulders pushing her down, increasing the pressure until she fell to her knees. She found herself staring right down his shaft. Her hand slid down to his crotch. More fluid erupted from the head, shooting out about an inch. Surely, he didn’t think she was going to perform oral sex on him? She didn’t even do that for Rick and there was certainly nothing biblical about it. Some natural instinct had her hand pulling the shaft down, pointing the head at her mouth. But then Andy sat down, his cock pointing outwards and upwards. “What is proverbs 5:19?” It embarrassed her that she didn’t know and had to ask him.

He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her between his legs. Her breasts engulfed his black cock. “Let her breasts satisfy you at all times; Be exhilarated always with her love,” he told her. “Now titty fuck me.”

Siobhan complied, squeezing her breasts together. The fluids coating his cock and the way the mist was embracing her breasts, covering them with dew acted as lubrication. This felt dirty, not biblical, but at least he wasn’t masturbating so in a way she was saving him from sinning.

At first, Siobhan “titty fucked” him by raising herself up and down on her knees, but her legs quickly grew tired. She switched over to sitting still while hefting her breasts up and down his shaft as rapidly as she could. She glanced up at Andy to see if she was doing this right. He grinned and nodded his approval at her.

Siobhan’s nipples were protruding out from her bouncing breasts nearly ¾’s of an inch. Andy reached down with both hands and pinched them hard. Her nipples stretching out from her breasts as she lifted them up his shaft. The sensation sent shockwaves through her vagina intensifying her earlier arousal. “You feelin this in yo pussy?”

Siobhan mewled in response. Her vagina… her pussy was throbbing with lust, leaking so much arousal, she worried she might be peeing all over her thighs. It got worse when Andy switched to grabbing the ends of her breasts and rubbing his thumbs back and forth over her nipples. Her arousal grew so bad, if her hands weren’t busy squeezing her breasts, she would be committing the sin of masturbation again.

“Spit on my cock. Needs more lube.”

It was getting a little dry from all the friction. She leaned forwards and spit some saliva over the head. Her pussy was still screaming for attention. It wanted something in it badly. She wished Rick were here, just to push his little white penis inside her again though he wouldn’t have lasted long. Just the thought of it and the constant working of Andy’s thumbs over her nipples had the pressure growing inside her. Then like a damn, it burst.

“OOOHHH!!!” she groaned as she orgasmed. Her mouth was still open and over Andy’s cock. Swiftly, his hand came up to her head.

“Needs more lube,” he said again, pulling down.

“AAAHHH!” she cried, still cumming as her lips came down over his cock and opened around the head. Her “AAH” becoming, “Mmmmph!” Siobhan’s jaws stretched wide around his huge cock, but she didn’t pull back. Her tongue twirled around the tip and she started bobbing her head while she continued squeezing the shaft between her tits.

“Damn gurl, you know how to treat a big black cock.”

His crass words filled her with a sense of pride and she bobbed her head harder. The bulbous glans pushed into her throat, the tip reaching her tonsils, the corona stopping at the back of her mouth. She wanted to gag at the intrusion, but she breathed through her nose and kept sucking. The fact that the head seemed to be swelling up even larger wasn’t helping either.

“You makin me cum, gurl,” he growled.

Suddenly disgusted with herself, Siobhan pulled her head back before he could ejaculate in her mouth. Just in time to as the head erupted in a fountain of white semen that shot up nearly a foot from the meatus of his big black cock.

“Shit!” he grunted as his semen fell down to splatter all over her breasts. “We wastin sperm. Hurtin god.”

He was right! Siobhan lowered her head again, mouth open as a second geyser covered her face in sperm. More was shooting into her mouth as she lowered it over his cock head. Her mouth filled quickly with his seed and it was the most succulent delicious nectar she’d ever tasted. The religious teenager had never felt closer to god then at that moment. She swallowed his seed down, her mouth already watering with desire for more and her desire was filled almost immediately as her mouth filled again and then again.

At some point, Siobhan had released her breasts. Her head was bobbing over the end of his cock and both her hands were now jerking his shaft off for every last drop of his seed.

“That’s ‘nuff gurl. You done drained my balls dry.”

Siobhan felt suddenly sheepish over her behavior. She pushed down on his knees so that she could stand. She still had her blouse on, but it hung open back behind her breasts “Sorry,” she apologized. “I don’t know what came over me. You tasted really…” Siobhan stared down at a large dollop of semen sliding down her breast to her areola where is absorbed her nipple. She hefted her breast up and sucked his cum off before it could drip down to the ground. “Good,” she mumbled, sucking her nipple clean.

Andy Gooch stood. “Well, thanks for protecting my soul, gurl, but we got a problem.” He took her shoulders and led her over to the end of the table.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“You done sucked me hard again.” Andy grabbed her hips and lifted her up on the table. Her legs opened immediately as he stepped between them. “Need to jerk off again.”

Siobhan stared down in total disbelief at his engorged cock. How could he possibly be hard again? Rick’s little white penis seemed to shrivel up into his scrotum soon after he ejaculated. Andy started running his hand along the shaft again just over the reddish curls of her pubic mound. “You need to learn some self-control,” she stated, entranced by his cock.

“Think you could suck it again?”

She wanted to. She wanted his seed filling her mouth again. “I don’t think I can.” She wished she hadn’t drank that beer from the keg so that she’d have more room in her stomach. It felt like a gallon of his sperm was already sloshing around in her stomach.

“I’ll use your thighs then.” He grabbed under her knees and lifted her legs up. “That way I’m not masturbating.”

Siobhan’s crotch angled up as her hefted her legs up and open. He flexed his cock, lifting it up so that it fell on her stomach. Andy pulled back, sliding his cock back and forth. He wasn’t squeezing it between her thighs though. He was rubbing it along the slit in her vagina and her body was responding. Her hips lifted up pressing her labia as hard as she could against the shaft. “Ohhhh,” she moaned, falling back to lay down on the table, writhing sensuously without even realizing it..

Siobhan watched between the gaps in her breasts as the tempting black apple rose up and back, again and again. She wanted to reach out for the apple again, to guide it down where it belonged, but the bulbous black fruit was receding. It rose up further and further away each time he slid it forwards until she could no longer see it. Siobhan could only feel pressure against the slit along her pussy. The head was pushing down, spreading her lips apart, further and further. They opened and spread around his glans as his cock pushed in up to the corona.

“OHSWEETJESUS!”

**********

Sinead and Tom were still holding hands when they came back. She held the bra bunched up in her hand, not having put it on as she felt the material might rub too hard on her sensitive nipples. The wet blouse felt good on her rigid aching nubs. They found Rick with his head still resting on the table. His fingers tapping out a rhythm to whatever song was playing on his mp3 player. He jumped, startled when she grabbed his arm.

“Where’s my sister?” she asked.

“She went off to pee. Should be back by now,” he said. “Must have gotten lost. I’ll go find her.”

“No, I’ll go get her. We’ll meet you and Tom at the fire.”

“Be careful, Sin,” said Tom.

“Sure,” she replied. “I’ll hurry. It’s getting close to curfew and I don’t want to be grounded for the Halloween dance.” She watched the boys go before slipping off into the darkness.

Sinead undid the buttons on her shrunken blouse as she walked along, opening it. She was wringing some of the moisture out of her bra when she heard the constant gasping and moaning. She stepped out from a bush and walked around a tree. Ducking back behind it when she saw the couple on the picnic table. She wasn’t surprised, there had been dozens of cries of pleasure that night. She was jealous that her special night had been a complete disappointment.

Tom had taken her virginity not even an hour ago on another picnic table. She’d been thinking about it for weeks. The senior bonfire was a traditional night for cherry popping and Tom had been begging for it. He was shocked and thrilled when she slipped the condom into his hand.

It went downhill from there. He looked like he was straining as he looked down, trying to get the condom on. Either sweat or dew from the mist covered his forehead. Sinead had sucked her lower lip in her mouth in anticipation as the rubber covered head of his penis pressed down upon her vagina. He gave a grunt and went pale before pushing forwards.

She was pretty sure he’d ejaculated before even pushing it in. His penis was still bucking as it broke her hymen and withered almost immediately. She felt zero pleasure from it, only discomfort and her arousal was left totally unsatisfied. He knew she was disappointed and apologized. They were silent as they dressed and she forgot her bra hanging on the branch.

They remained silent on the stroll back along the beach even as she felt her blouse tightening up around her breasts as it shrank from the dampness.

Sinead peeked out at the couple. The male was a black guy. The woman was laying on her back on the table. Sinead was even more shocked to see that her legs were white. Kitty and Samson? She wondered. They had shocked the school by openly dating over the last few weeks. The guy stepped back and she was even more shocked by the size of the penis jutting out like a steel rod between his legs. It was twice as long as Tom’s penis and a lot thicker. It disappeared when he lifted the girls legs up around it.  

Sinead stepped back behind the tree and crept over to the other side for a better view of the girl laying down. She could see the penis again rising up over her belly. She had what looked like a blue plaid skirt bunched up around her waist. A skirt just like Sinead was wearing? Her eyes swept up the body like looked like her own, breasts that looked like her own, and a FACE that looked like her own.

She gasped in horror as the black man’s phallus slipped down between her legs and disappeared. The girl’s back arched, thrusting her breasts upwards and then a voice like her own, screamed.

“SWEETJESUS!”

**********

Sweet Jesus! A smile spread across Siobhan’s face as she stared up at the lord. Jesus was smiling down at her, dark skinned and bearded. She wasn’t surprised by the look. He resembled, the old statue of Jesus in the convent and it had always looked vaguely negroid to her. None of it mattered. What did matter was that he was happy with her. Jesus approved of what she was doing. “Let’s fuck, gurl. This pussy is begging for some black cock,” said Jesus.

“Yes, fuck me Jesus. Please fuck me.” She watched the smile broaden across his face before the image faded merging into and becoming the smug face of Andy Gooch. “Fuck me, Andy.”

“Tryin gurl, but yo shit is tight.” He worked his cock around before pushing it deeper by an inch. The lake was rapidly becoming Andy’s favorite place. He’d fucked Mrs. Kindle near here days ago after catching her with Melvin of all people. Earlier, Melissa Johnson had agreed to blow him for one stinking joint and that had turned into him fucking her in her boyfriend’s tent. Now he was feeding his junk to one of the sexy hot O’Malley twins. “You likin yo first taste of black dick, gurl.”

“Love it, it’s so big. I love your big black co…OOOOOCCKK!” A powerful pulsing began in her womb spreading out through her pussy which clamped down around the six inches of thick black cock penetrating her. It felt like a volcano erupting up from her pussy causing tremors throughout her body as an intense heat so pleasurable it was almost painful made her cry out in pleasure. Siobhan was filled with a peaceful calm as the tremors and heat slowly dissipated. She looked up at her black lover. “Kiss me,” she ordered.

Andy laid down over her, pressing his flat brown lips against her pink ones. His tongue entered her mouth. Her tongue fought back. She wrapped her arms around his head, grasping his hair as she kissed him with more passion then she’d ever shown Rick. She held tight as he tried to back away, but he wasn’t going far. Andy moved his head down to her left breast and sucked her hard nipple into his mouth, his tongue flickering over the erect nub. His hips constantly moving, working his cock deeper and deeper. “Love this tight white pussy, gurl,” he growled, moving over to her next nipple.

It was too much for Siobhan, her muscles started to tighten, her thighs quivering around the continuous pumping of his incredible black cock. Her body tightened, clenching up and locking as the volcano erupted again. Her pussy spasmed all around his cock, soaking it with wet contractions. Her body unlocked, and she went as limp as a wet noodle.

A brief moment’s pain brought her back to her senses. He was sitting up again, looking intense as he tried to squeeze every last inch inside her. Andy’s cock was pushing though her cervix. The pain and the fact that his huge cock was pushing into her womb reminded her that they weren’t protected. “Andy, it’s not safe,” she gasped. “Do you have a condom?”

“Nope.” He grunted. He was angling his cock up to push it in deeper. “Want me to stop fucking you?

“NO!” she cried in alarm, then settled down. “I never want you to stop fucking me.”

“I believe my big ghetto nigga cock’s done turned you into a slut, gurl.”

“NO!” she cried again, in denial. But here she was laying on a picnic table, her own hips lustfully lifting up into the constant thrusting of this ghetto nigga’s black cock, speaking in colloquialisms like “fuck” and “pussy”, her belly full of a black man’s sperm, and coming down off of orgasms more powerful then Rick would ever give her. “Yes,” she admitted. “Your black ghetto cock has turned me into a slut. I want every inch. Just don’t cum in my pussy.

“Sure thing gurl and for the record, I’ve been balls deep for a while now. Doncha feel my nuts slapping the back of yo ass?”

Siobhan was aware of a painful slap slap against her rear. She raised her head to look down at their crotches. A few inches of slick black cock was coming out and pushing in at a slow steady pace. “Wow,” was all she said.

“Wanna see it all?” he asked, pulling his hips back. Soaking wet inch after inch of black shaft came out, her pussy lips spreading open as the corona came out, but he kept the very end in. Andy slammed forwards, her hips bucking up into the thrust of his cock as she had a small orgasm. He started fucking her rapidly now that she’d grown used to it.

Siobhan moaned, writhing on the table like a bitch in heat beneath his powerful thrusts. “Fuck me, Andy,” she growled. “Fuck me hard. Full length. HARDER!”

Andy increased speed, fucking her as fast as he could. “Like this, gurl?”

“I said HARD!” she screamed through clenched teeth. “Is that all you got ghetto nigger?”

Andy growled, but liked the change that had come over the sweet Catholic girl. He leaned down over her bracing himself on the table with his hands. His hips moved with every bit of his strength. Siobhan aided him. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him into her with each thrust of his cock.

“You’re making me CCUUMM!!”

**********

She came all over her fingers. Sinead’s pussy no longer felt sore. It felt alive. She didn’t even know at what point while watching her sister turn into a slut that she had started playing with herself. Her other hand’s fingers were twisting and tugging at one nipple. “Lucky slut,” she hissed through her teeth.

“Gonna cum gurl,” said Andy.

“NO! Not yet,” begged her sister. “Keep fucking me. Just don’t cum in me. You can’t get me pregnant.”

“Can’t hold off, bitch,” he grunted.

“NO! I need to cum again. Just try.”

“Can’t. Here it cums. Gonna pull out though it’s a sin to waste my seed.”

“Sweetjesus! Don’t sin then.” She wrapped her legs tighter around him to keep him inside. “In me. Cum inside me,” she ordered having made up her mind, not sure if it was her desire to keep him from sinning or her selfish need for another orgasm. “Give me your ghetto nigger seed.” Siobhan looked insanely wanton at that moment.

“Here it comes slut! I’m seeding yo pussy good, Sinead.”

Sinead gasped when she heard the black man say her name. Her fingers were still furiously working inside her pussy. She came harder than the last time and from her sister’s screams, Siobhan was cumming hard too as Andy filled her up with his semen. Her legs turned weak and she nearly collapsed to the ground. The black man thought he was fucking her! Sinead wished she was the one laying on the table getting fucked, not her sister.

Sinead collapsed crying from the pleasure coming from her pussy at the thought of taking her sister’s place getting fucked by the big black man.

**********

Siobhan whimpered as she came to her senses. She felt empty inside as Andy withdrew his cock. He slapped it down on her stomach. One last squirt of sperm spat from the head, fanning out to splatter her breasts. She lazily lifted her head to watch. “You wasted some seed.”

“Oops!” He grunted, laughing. They both stared down at his cock, now spent and floppy making it look serpentine. “And the serpent cast out of his mouth water as a flood after the woman, that he might cause her to be carried away by the flood.” He paused. “Revelations something or other.”

“Well this woman sure got carried away by your flood. That last orgasm knocked me out.” She held out her hand and Andy helped her sit up. “Well that sure felt like sinning, but I think Jesus approved.”

Andy picked his clothes up, jeans and a ratty white tee shirt. He started dressing. “Gave up that bible shit a long time ago.”

She looked upset by his statement. “You seem god fearing. You know your scripture.” Siobhan stretched her blouse around her breasts, straining to button it. A flood of sperm flowed from between her legs as she stood there.

“Mama Gooch beat it into me.” Andy seemed angry at the memory. He took a case from his pocket, pulled a joint out and lit it. He inhaled, the marijuana seemed to calm him almost immediately. “Yeah, don’t like no bible. All I like is marijuana and fucking.”

“I think I like fucking too,” she said. He seemed to consider something then held the joint out to her. Siobhan took it and without hesitation, took a toke. She held it in a moment before coughing it out. He chuckled at her. “Never thought I’d be trying marijuana tonight.”

“Never thought you’d be fucking a ghetto nigga tonight either.”

She snorted, coughing out more smoke before laughing. She found the joke funnier then she should have. “Can we… you know… fuck again?”

“Sure we can fuck again,” said Andy. “We gonna fuck a lot, gurl.”

Siobhan was filled with a sense of joy. She hadn’t expected he’d turn her down, but the fear of rejection was still there. She not only wanted his cock again, she needed it. “I want to learn how to suck your black cock really good too.”

“Gurl, you can practice on it anytime. Meet me under the bleachers Monday after school.”

“Gee thanks Andy,” she said, walking over to him, and standing on her tiptoes. He pulled the joint from his mouth and kissed her. His free hand slid up under her skirt and squeezed her bare ass.

“You making me stiff again, gurl.”

“I need to go. Good Catholic girls have curfews.”

“What you gonna do about Tom?”

“You mean Rick. I’m Siobhan.”

Andy snorted, bellowing out a loud deep laugh. She’d never heard him laugh before. She liked it. “Sorry, gurl.”

“Happens all the time. You can tell by the eyes.” She stared him in the eyes. “These are green. Hers are blue. And as for Rick, I think I’ll keep seeing him, but his penis isn’t going anywhere near my pussy again. Maybe, I’ll toss him a blow job occasionally to keep him satisfied.” Siobhan paused. “And maybe I won’t.” She shrugged.

“You won’t. You black cock only from now on. Hear me?”

“I hear you.” She nodded, agreeing.

“Siobhan!” Came the call from the woods.

“That’s Sinead. I better go.” She leaned up to kiss her new lover again. He’d finished the joint and tossed it down. This time he used both hands to squeeze her ass while he kissed her exhaling some pot smoke into her mouth.

She broke the kiss and found herself blushing like a lovestruck tween. “See you under the bleachers.” There was a loud splattering in the leaves beneath her as a fresh trickle of semen leaked out. “Is this ever going to stop?” she asked, looking down at it.

“It’s going to be leaking out for days, gurl.”

“Darn. Looks like I’ll be leaving a puddle in the backseat of Tom’s car.”

“Suspect you will, gurl. Bye.”

“Bye,” said Siobhan, strolling off, but glancing back over her shoulder several times, not wanting to lose sight of him.

**********

Samson looked past the hot blonde staring at his cock to wink at his brother. Herc gave a little nod back. “Feel free…,” Samson tried to say before he was interrupted.

“Can I touch it?” asked Elin.

“Sure. Touch it all you want,” he said, surprised.

Elin reached her fingers out toward the 12” black cock sticking out between Samson’s legs. She held her hand a few inches back. “Sorry, I don’t want to lead you guys on. I just want to test something out.”

“Go ahead,” said Samson, sneaking a glance at his brother again. Herc shrugged as confused as he was.

Elin stuck her index finger out and tentatively touched Samson’s cock head. She yanked her hand away, but nothing happened. More fingers came out to gently touch the head. She pushed down before pulling her hand away. The huge penis bent down before springing back up and bobbing.

“Whatcha doin, girl?”

“I was just… I wanted to see if you were going to ejaculate if I touched it.”

“Shit Elin. It takes a good twenty minutes of hard fucking or sucking to make that thing blow.”

“Really? My ex-boyfriend couldn’t last more than five minutes and the last guy I was with… um, squirted right away.”

Herc laughed. “Looks like White Hot Hands fumbles more than footballs.”

“Who?” asked Elin. Someone had yelled that when she and Todd arrived at the bonfire.

“Todd,” said Samson. “I’ve always just called him pencil dick,” he added, feeling bad. He liked Todd, but lately it seemed he was taking everything that the white boy loved. Samson didn’t like feeling guilty. On the other hand, he really wanted to lead the team and he really wanted to fuck this hot bitch.

“Todd’s not that small,” she argued, defending the man who’d been her boyfriend for about three hours now. “Well small compared to you guys.” Her hand came out to squeeze the tip of Samson’s cock. “So big. Like a golf ball.” She was distracted as the second hard cock stepped closer.

“You need a larger sample size,” said Hercules.

Elin didn’t hesitate. She reached out and grabbed the end of Hercules’ cock, thicker than his brothers and maybe half an inch longer. She yanked on it several times without letting go. “You’re not going to prematurely ejaculate either?”

“Nope. It takes…” Hercules smirked over towards his brother. “A good thirty minutes of fucking or sucking to get that thing off.”

“We should go somewhere brighter, so you can see them better,” said Samson.

“Okay,” she said, hesitantly. A black man took each arm and headed her off away from the crowded bonfire. “Just don’t get any ideas, okay. I just want to examine them some more.”

“Of course, we understand,” said Samson. “You’ve never seen real men before.”

“Yeah, we understand all right,” added Herc. “Don’t want daddy or your friends back in Tittsville knowing you touched two big nigga cocks.”

That’s not it,” she lied. Her dad would go nuts if he knew she was even touching a black man’s penis. Rumor had it, Tittsville was founded by Coxburg residents trying to get away from the growing number of blacks in Coxburg.

“Here we are,” said Samson, leading her into a campsite. There was a firepit going in the center. The flame helped to keep the mist away. There were two sleeping bags spread out beside each other. “Can’t afford a tent.”

“Which one of you owns the Hello Kitty sleeping b… WOW!” she cried, seeing the two huge black cocks sticking out of their pants in the firelight. Neither had shrunken in the least.

“Wow yourself, girl,” said Hercules, looking her up and down.

Elin normally didn’t care to be looked at in such a manner by a black man or two for that matter, but she still felt flattered. She looked down her body and quickly understood why they were being so bold. She was six feet tall and long legged with tight form fitting jeans hugging her thighs and the curves of her ass. They were strategically ripped to show bits of knee, leg, and thigh. Her tank top exposed her curvy belly which glistened with dew in the firelight and a blue gem piercing glittered in her navel. The top was damp already tight before the mist rolled in, now it hugged her ribs and enormous GG breasts exposing her areola and long pointy nipples. The top was already low cut to show off her cleavage, but this wet look was sexy even for the head cheerleader of the Titans. She wished she hadn’t left her bra in Todd’s car. “I should go,” she muttered, feeling uncomfortable being eyed by these negroes. Though as far as blacks go, Samson was quite the hunk. His brother had a more brutish thug look to him but wasn’t bad looking.

“Soon Tittsville,” said Samson. “But you wanted to get a close-up view of what real men looked like.”

“Unh huh,” she muttered, staring at them. Once while shopping in Coxburg, her mom had hurried her past an adult novelty store and there’d been black dildos on display claiming to be modeled after a Coxville native adult film star. Herc’s cock reminded her of the oversized dildos.

“Then get a closer look.” Herc put his hands on her shoulders and pushed down.

Elin fell to her knees on the sleeping bags. Two huge black cocks were pointed at her face. In the light, she could clearly make out how big their scrotums were close to ten times bigger than her ex-boyfriend’s or Todd’s for that matter. She’d fondled his sack while sucking him off earlier. She reached out and lifted Herc’s cock up to examine the underside. It was crisscrossed with throbbing dark veins, blacker than his skin. She couldn’t help cupping his scrotum in her hands. One testicle filled her entire palm. It was surprisingly heavy. She reached her other hand over to cup Samson’s balls. They were just as heavy and full. “Bet you guys cum a lot,” she said.

“Shit Tittsville. I can fill a 12oz soda can with one of my loads,” said Samson.

“Mine fills about a 20oz bottle,” added Hercules one upping his brother again. “You really should see it.”

“I’d… I’d like to see it.” Elin found these two black cocks fascinating. Her right hand had grabbed the base of Samson’s rod and was trying to measure up to the head. Her left hand was squeezing the knobby head of Hercules’s cock. Fully erect, Todd’s grape-sized tip had been spongy. Herc’s was a solid ungiving mass of hardness. “I want to see it. Could you masturbate for me?”

Samson glanced over at his brother again. “No Tittsville,” he told her. Elin sighed and looked crestfallen. “But you can jerk me off if you’d like.”

She perked up before frowning. “You’re asking me to give you a handjob?”

“Oh yeah, me too,” added Herc.

“I couldn’t do that,” she argued. Honestly, she’d given plenty to three ex-boyfriends. Two before she was ready to give up her virginity just to keep them happy and the last when she was on her period.

“You will if you want to see it cum,” said Samson. “Besides, you’re practically doing it now.”

“Oh!” said Elin, startled to see the hand holding Samson’s shaft was stroking up and down his black rod. Her other hand was twisting all around Hercules’ shaft.

“What’s the big deal?” asked Herc. “A handjob aint sex or nuthin. You aint fucking a couple of niggas, just jerking them off.”

“You can’t tell anyone,” she told them, sitting up on her knees. “No one.”

“Sure babe. Now spit all over that black cock head.” Samson looked down as Elin held her mouth over his cock and tried to work some saliva up. She drooled down over the head and started working it along his shaft with her hand. It was a big penis, so she added some more spit. Plus, the cock was helping her, sticky fluid shot out of the head each time her hand tugged on the tip. She sat back on her heels as her hand started gliding easily along the shaft.

“You’ve done this before,” said Samson.

Elin blushed. “Yes, but it was nothing like this. They were like those little cocktail wieners. Yours is more like a salami.”

“I think you’re enjoying this Tittsville.”

Elin had been smiling while watching her hand gliding along the shaft. The sides of her mouth curved downwards. “No,” she replied. “I’m just curious how much you cum is all.”

“Come on, you like that big black cock in your hands. Bet you never saw anything like it before.”

In many ways, Tittsville was far more racist then Coxville and that was because Tittsville did everything possible to keep blacks out of town. There were no black students attending George G Titts High School. No black people owned homes in Tittsville. If Elin never left town, she could have gone her life never seeing any African Americans except for one waitress at the diner and the two garbage men, but they came through town so early, she’d only seen them once or twice. Not having any blacks around meant less open racism. The first time they’d gone shopping in Coxburg and she’d heard her parents spewing hate about the worthless niggers hanging about had completely shocked her and it had rubbed off on their daughter.

She’d believed that blacks were inferior in just about all respects aside from some athletic skills for her entire life until now when she found herself holding two black cocks bigger and more perfect then any penis she’d ever seen on a white man. “I do like it,” she admitted.

“Like what?” asked Samson.

“Your cock… your big cock.”

“What kind of cock?”

“I like your big black cock,” said Elin, her arm starting to tire, but Samson’s cock was starting to expand even bigger.

“You ever seen a black cock blow?” asked Herc.

“No, that’s why I’m doing this, remember?” she sighed in exasperation.

“I know,” grunted the bigger black man. “I’m just warning you it can be messy.” He stepped away and moved behind her. “We don’t want to mess your shirt up.” He grabbed the hem and lifted up over her head before she could object. He released it and her top hung off her arm as she had refused to stop jerking Samson off.

“Damn Tittsville!” said Samson, appreciatively staring at her breasts. They were as large as Jenny Summers only on a taller, more thinly built, younger woman.

“Thank you,” Elin replied blushing. “Tittsville girls are hotter than Cox…AAAAH!” Samson’s cock exploded in her face. She inadvertently pulled his throbbing cock down and received another splatter of his hot cum across her tits. “Stop! Stop! You’re cumming all over me,” she cried even as her hand continued jerking his cock.

Herc grabbed the back of her head and pushed her forwards. The end of his brother’s cock pushed into her open mouth as she continued to object. “MMMPHHH!” she protested, her mouth filling with his seed. “MMMmmmm!” her tone changed as she tasted his semen. It was incredibly good. Elin gulped it down, swallowing almost too much in one swallow. Her mouth filled again as she sucked on his cock head, still jerking him off into her mouth. Elin released his shaft and grabbed his ass, pulling him into her mouth as she sucked the end of his cock. She stared up at him, her eyes thanking him for allowing her to swallow his seed.

Elin pulled her head back, staring as Samson’s hard cock appeared. An hour ago, she would have been disgusted with herself for even touching a black man. Now, she leaned forwards and planted a thank you kiss right on the end of Samson’s still swollen big black cock. It was throbbing, like it was breathing, but it was just his pulse making it twitch. After kissing it, she stared down his shaft watching it deflate quickly. The head no longer reared up but bent down which turned to his cock sticking out angling down which turned to hanging between his legs like a spoiled black banana that reached nearly to his knees. She pushed herself to her feet. “I don’t suppose you have any tissues?” she asked, his cum sliding down her cheeks, chin, and breasts, one large thick clump encircling around her nipple until it engulfed it. “I need to get going.”

“Here,” said Samson, tossing her a roll of paper towels.

Elin had the feeling the roll was here for this exact purpose. She tore a sheet off and began clearing his liquefying semen off her chest and breasts. She was startled by strong hands on her hips. “You can’t leave me hanging,” said a deep voice in her ear. Hercules bent down and kissed around the nape of her neck. If felt good, erotic.

“I need to go,” she moaned, his cock head slid up her bare back leaving a sticky trail. His hands slid over her belly, fingers fumbling with the buttons on her jeans. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t want to get any jizz on yo pants, girl,” he whispered in her ear.

“Oh god,” she moaned, pushing her ass back into his crotch, feeling his thick erection pressing against her back. “The panty stays on,” she managed to get out. The fire in her pussy was getting worse. Damn Todd for leaving her hanging earlier. She’d never been this horny.

“Sure babe,” he told her, stretching the tight hem of her jeans around her hips. His thumbs hooked into her panty and pulled it down her thighs with her jeans. Herc stooped, kissing down her back and her ass cheeks as he pulled her jeans and panty down to her ankles. He grabbed her calf and pulled it up until she stepped out of them. He pulled her sneakers off too for good measure before standing back up.

Herc stepped around in front of her. Elin stared down at his cock sticking out between his legs. She appreciated its size and power even more now, but looking down as he stepped closer, she also noticed her blonde pubic strip. She kept if trimmed in a thin line from her clit up. “My panty!”

“Got caught in yo pants,” said Hercules, placing his hands on her shoulders and pushing down.

Elin Lindquist fell to her knees again, staring at the powerful phallus sticking out towards her face. Why couldn’t Todd have been this perfectly flawless in the cock department? She reached up to grab it, the muscles in her arm ached. “My arm’s tired,” she apologized.

“Use your mouth then.” He grabbed the back of her head, pulling her face towards his cock.

“I can’t suck you off,” she muttered, the head getting closer and closer to her mouth.

“You were sucking my little brother here,” he reminded her. “Besides, a blow job ain’t sex. It’s not like we’re fucking. The big brother should get his too.”

Elin gulped. She could still taste Samson in her mouth. Her tongue flickered out to wet her lips at Hercules’ cock. She knew his cum would taste every bit as good as his brothers had and she wanted more. “Okay,” she whispered.

“Okay what?” he asked, louder.

“Okay, I’ll suck your black cock.” Elin opened her mouth and placed it on the tip. She stretched her jaw wide and started sucking around half his glans, bobbing her head until the ridge slid past her lips. She wanted to gag, but suppressed it, focusing on breathing through her nose as it pushed down her throat. “Mmmmm,” she moaned, getting into it. Elin breathed in through her nose, smelling the sweaty musk coming from his crotch. His stink wasn’t nasty at all, but masculine and virile, what a real man smelled like. Her nose wanted more, getting closer to his black mesh of pubic hairs with every bob of her head.

“You’re doing good,” said Samson. “I guess that’s why you’re the HEAD cheerleader.” She glanced over at him. He was squatting beside her watching her suck his brother off. His hand came out to pat one ass cheek congratulating her. It stayed there when he quit patting.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned again. Elin pulled back letting his cock exit her mouth. She took a deep breath of air noticing that a full half of his giant cock was wet from her saliva. She licked around the head even lifting him up so that she could lick under his shaft down to his balls. She’d never suckled on a man’s balls before, but she did it for Hercules, licking and sucking on them. She didn’t care that they were hairy, she only cared that her nose could inhale more of his virile man musk. It made her want to suck him again and she took the head back in her mouth craving his seed.

Elin quickly swallowed it up to the halfway point again. She didn’t care that Samson was feeling all over her bare ass or that his fingers were between the cracks of her cheeks. She jumped a little in surprise when his big index finger found her anus and pushed against it several times. She was about to object, but the finger slid down, finding the folds of her soaking wet pussy. She was so hot down there, if there’d been steam coming out, it wouldn’t have surprised her. “Mmmmm,” she moaned, pushing back into his probing finger.

Hercules placed his hand on her forehead and held her head still as he pulled his cock out. She stared at the twelve-inch monster as it bobbed in front of her eyes. A good two thirds of his shaft were wet now. Hercules let go of her head but stepped back when her mouth went for his cock. Instead, he kneeled at the head of the Hello Kitty sleeping bag and sat back so that his cock was thrust upwards. Elin dutifully fell on all four and crawled forwards so that she could suck it again. She licked the crown and was about to swallow him back in when Samson shoved two fingers deep into her. “AAAHHH!” she squealed almost cumming. His fingers were big, combined they were as big or bigger than her white lover’s penises had been. “OH GAWD!” she moaned just as Herc bucked his hips, pushing the head of his cock into her mouth. She slurped around the head while Samson finger fucked her, but it wasn’t satisfying her need to orgasm. He temporarily pulled his fingers out as he adjusted position behind her.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, kissing around the head of Hercules’ cock.

Elin felt pressure return to the folds of her pussy again. She began to open for him, wider than she had the last time. She wondered how many fingers he was pushing in this time. She wondered how he was pushing fingers inside her when both his hands were on her hips even as her pussy opened up and swallowed his huge cock head. He quickly started working it in and out, pushing deeper. “No,” she told him. “We can’t fuck. I can’t fuck… you,” she finished, but she was thinking that she couldn’t fuck a nigger. She couldn’t fuck a nigger, but his big nigger cock felt really good in her pussy. Elin gasped as he pushed in deeper than any white boy had ever gone. “No,” she whispered in denial even as Hercules’ black cock was pushing against her lips to get her to start sucking again.

“Want me to stop?” asked Samson, pulling it halfway out and pushing it in deeper. Elin didn’t answer. She just moaned as he worked it around inside her, flexing his shaft so that she could feel his size and power. “Want me to stop?” he asked again. His cock head stopped, pressing against her cervix. The point where white girls got their pussies resized for good. Still, she didn’t answer. Samson slowly began withdrawing his cock, her pussy squeezing and fighting him every inch of the way. “Say something or I’m taking it out,” he said, just as the crown of his wide cock head appeared hugged by her labia.

“No,” she moaned, planting a kiss on Hercules cock.

“What? I can’t hear you?”

“No,” she whimpered. She was pushing back on her knees, fucking just his cock head with her pussy. “I don’t want you to take it out.”

“What do you want?” He pulled his cock all the way out, Elin squealing in desperation for him to put it back in.

“Fuck me! I want you to fuck me,” she begged. He placed the head against her pussy and pushed in again. She sighed in relief when he penetrated her. “But?”

Samson yanked his cock back out. “But what?” he growled.

“Condom,” she whimpered. “You need to wear a condom.”

Samson looked down at his throbbing black cock glistening with her pussy fluids. It jerked, a small jet of pre-seminal fluids shooting over her pussy lips. “Already got one on,” he lied, shoving his cock forwards again. Samson hoped to god he’d get a big NFL contract to pay for all the little black babies he wanted to plant in these white girls. His cock head rested on her cervix again. He pressed down and pushed as his cock began the work of resizing her white pussy to service the black man.

“YES! Elin screamed as she took his cock balls deep and she finally had the orgasm she’d been craving since the mist came up. Fuck that, she’d been craving an orgasm like this her whole life. A twelve-inch big nigger cock was the perfect fit for her pussy. The only way she knew to thank him was to give his brother the best blow job of his life. She returned her mouth to Hercules’ patiently waiting cock and attacked it. She sucked the first third while jerking the rest of his shaft off as hard as she could with her hands.

Elin’s vocal cords vibrated around Hercules’c cock head as his brother’s thrusting cock made her cum again and again. Why wasn’t this acceptable? Black men weren’t inferior at all. More women should be doing this. All the women of Tittsville needed to experience the superiority of black cock and Elin Lindquist vowed to make sure they would.

Elin planned to start with her best friend before introducing the other cheerleaders to black cock. Elin fought not to gag. Her mom too. She loved her dad and her parents had a strong marriage, but her mom deserved true sexual satisfaction as much as any woman. She started to choke, and she came to her senses. Hercules’ cock head was swelling around her tonsils to the point it was starting to get stuck. She pulled back in fear just as it bucked, her mouth filling with the delicious warmth of black seed once again. She swallowed, gulping it down not wanting to spill a drop. The first few wads were tough they were so voluminous, filling her mouth almost faster than she could swallow but she managed to suck him dry without one drop dribbling down her chin. She sucked him until the swelling went down when she paused, squeezing his shaft as tight as she could, pulling towards the tip and her mouth so that the last little pearl of semen filled her mouth.

Herc groaned as he fell back on his feet and his cock flopped out, already spent, and falling down, the head resting on the white face of a Hello Kitty. “I need to piss,” he groaned. The powerful black man seemed spent as he struggled to stand. Naked, he stomped off into the woods.

“Keep fucking me,” she begged, lowering her head so that her ass was thrust up.

“Not about to stop now, grunted Samson.

Elin came to a sudden decision. “Wait! Pull it out for a second.”

Samson wasn’t about to stop fucking her, but his curiosity got to him. Plus, he was getting close and wasn’t quite ready to cum so giving his cock a breather wasn’t a bad idea. He pushed his hand against her ass and slowly pulled his wet steel hard cock out of her.

“I want…” Elin hesitated for just a second. “Take the condom off.”

Samson looked down at his swollen cock. “You sure?”

“My first real fucking should be bareback.”

“Sure, Tittsville,” he said. “It’s off. Gonna give you what you want. Better hope this nigga doesn’t knock you up.”

“Just this once. I need to feel it. Next time, you can wear a rubber.” Elin moaned as he pierced her yet again. “Yes! YES! I can feel the difference. You feel so good inside me Samson. Gonna cum on your bare cock. Gonna CUM… CCUUMMMMINGGG!!!”

A scream pierced the forest around them. Samson looked up from the girl cumming all over his black cock. There was a crashing in the woods. Kitty charged out of the brush like a maniac. Elin was still cumming as she looked up in fear at the angry cheerleader. Kitty’s DD’s were bouncing freely beneath the tight purple top. “BBIITTCCHH!!” she growled. Her boots brought her closer. Elin looked up in horror as the furious blonde girl leaped up into the air less like a kitty and more like a tiger, fingers outstretched like claws to rip into the blonde slut fucking her boyfriend. Elin felt a calm come over her. She understood now. She understood her rival cheerleader’s jealousy. She’d react the same way if Samson were her boyfriend. She braced herself for the impact just as everything went into slow motion like the instant replay at a football game.

One moment Kitty Summers was flying through the air, the next a huge dark figure was running up behind her. Like the great football player that he’d been, Hercules West grabbed the girl’s waist and tucked her under his arm as easily as he’d caught many a pass on the field back when he played for the Coxville Cocks.

Elin’s pussy finally quit contracting around Samson’s buried cock. She laid there panting watching her angry rival. Kitty Summers was still struggling, but Hercules had a strong hand on her bare stomach. She was starting to calm down. He was whispering something in her ear. Her body relaxed, but she was still staring daggers at Elin. Samson apparently realizing he was not going to fend off his girlfriend, started working his cock in and out again.

Kitty’s stance was calm, but her face still looked like she could erupt at any moment. Hercules was still whispering in her ear, but soon moved his mouth down to her neck kissing her nape. Her anger faltered a little. His hand slid up her belly and pulled at the tie under her bosom. The second it came undone, the shirt loosened up around her tits and his hand slid up. Elin could see him working on her nipple under the shirt. Kitty’s free nipple was hardening up, poking at the top. A second later, Kitty’s hate-filled face was replaced by one of horny lust. She turned her head and kissed her boyfriend’s brother as he brought both hands up to play with her tits.

What a slut, thought Elin as she watched the Coxville head cheerleader about to cheat on her boyfriend.

Herc released her breasts and pulled the loose top up over Kitty’s head, quickly returning to kissing her. Elin had to admit, the girl had lovely breasts. The full DDs were much better proportioned for Kitty’s teenage body, then Elin’s larger GGs. Hercules West appreciated them too, his hands quickly returned to her bosom. Kitty’s swollen nipples ballooned out between his fingers as he squeezed them.

He released her breasts, his hands slid down to her jean shorts and unbuttoned them. Kitty wasn’t stopping him either. Elin’s impression of Hercules as a skilled seducer was shattered when the black man couldn’t pull Kitty’s shorts down over her hips. Kitty reached down and grabbed his wrists, pulling his hands up to her waist and leaving them there. She grabbed the hem of her tight shorts and wiggled her hips as she worked them down. The jean shorts were so close-fitting that it took the blonde more than a minute to get them down her thighs. Herc took back over and pulled them down her legs, lifting her cowgirl booted feet out of them. Kitty was wearing the sluttiest sheer blue panty Elin had ever seen. Herc planted a kiss on her bare ass before standing back up. This time he was hunched over and Elin watched his big beautiful black cock rising between Kitty’s thighs. They were kissing again with Kitty reaching down between her legs to fondle the huge knob on the end.

She pulled away and turned revealing to Elin that the skimpy panty was indeed a thong. Kitty bent and slid it down her legs and stepped out of it. She was now nude, but for heart earrings, bracelets, a gold heart pendant, and her calf high cowgirl boots. She stepped into Hercules’ open arms and the two embraced, the blonde standing on tip toes to kiss the black giant while his hands came down to squeeze her ass cheeks. Elin had never seen a more beautiful sight in her life than the nude muscular black man pressed against the nude white woman. The sight made her even more determined to see all her friends in Tittsville with black men. The thought had her creaming all over Samson’s constantly thrusting cock. She closed her eyes and let the orgasm wash over her.

Elin opened her eyes after recovering, but felt empty inside. Samson’s foot-long shaft was resting on the crack of her ass. He was breathing heavily through his nose. He’d been close again but was exercising some self-control so that he could keep fucking her. Kitty and Hercules were gone. There was a thud beside her that startled her. She looked over to see Kitty on all fours, her head inches away. Hercules was rearing up over her rear beside his brother. “Race ya bro,” grunted Herc.

“UNH!” grunted Kitty as Hercules cock pushed inside her.

“Not fair, asshole,” complained Samson. “I been fucking this slut hard for fifteen minutes now.”

“I’m not a slut,” said Elin correcting him. “Now hurry up and put that big cock back in.”

Kitty glared at her again, but Elin didn’t care, twelve inches of black cock was deep fucking her almost immediately. Kitty’s angry eyes rolled up as she came all over Herc’s big cock soon followed by another orgasm from Elin. “Take the reins, bro,” laughed Herc, reaching out to grab a handful of Kitty’s long blonde hair. He split it into two, one strand in each hand and started fucking her hard, holding Kitty’s head up. FWAP! FWAP FWAP! The rhythmic sound of his cock slamming into Kitty. Both her and Herc’s body glistened in the moonlight, from the mist or from sweat Elin wasn’t sure, but they looked sexy as fuck. Elin’s own head was pulled back as Samson grabbed her hair like reins. FWAP! FWAP! FWAP! Came from her own pussy.

“Ima gonna turn my filly left, bro,” grunted Herc.

“Ima turn mine right,” added Samson.

Elin winced as Samson pulled back on the hair in his right hand. Her head turned towards Kitty. Her rival looked drunk on the cock fucking her, but her eyes still managed to turn hateful for a moment. Kitty’s head was being pulled to the left too. Before Elin knew it, their noses smashed together. Both women turned their heads away from the pain in their noses. Elin found her lips pressing against Kitty’s. She tried to keep her mouth closed, but a strong orgasm had her mouth open in a loud moan. Kitty was crying out too. Their tongues met half way and before they knew it, both head cheerleaders were kissing passionately while foot long black cocks constantly pummeled their pussies.

Elin broke their kiss, eyes crossing as she came hard over Samson’s cock. She shuddered. “Fucking love this cock,” she muttered, gasping. “My pussy is yours whenever you want it.”

“That’s my boyfriend, bitch,” grunted Kitty, letting out a squeal as Samson made her cum.

“And that’s my brother, whore,” said Samson to Kitty. “Unh shit! Ima gonna bust a nut.”

“Fill me up, stud,” growled Elin, looking hatefully at Kitty. “Seed your new girlfriend.” The Tittsville cheerleader suddenly came to her senses. She was right between cycles and probably her most fertile. “NO! Wait!” The first jet of his hot seed filled her womb, triggering her biggest orgasm yet. His cock was bucking, splattering more cum inside her even as her contractions were milking his cock for every drop of his virile seed.

Samson wanted her to take it all too. When his cock quit jerking, he slowly pulled it out, grabbing his sticky shaft and stroking forwards as he pulled out, giving her every last drop. He sighed and sat back on his legs, panting for breath. Elin slowly pushed herself up and stumbled as if drunk over towards some bushes before squatting to pee. She managed to push most of his sperm out, but untold ounces were still trapped in her womb.

When she returned, Samson was laying on his back on the sleeping bag. Hercules’ huge cock was rearing up above Kitty’s ass shooting a long stream of cum over her back. It shot another wad that formed a pool in the small of her back. His cock quickly lost its steel turning limp. He grabbed the base and smacked it against her ass several times, the head dribbling more semen onto her butt cheeks.

Herc rose up but didn’t go far. He just turned his back and started peeing away from the fire. Kitty shakily stood and headed towards the bushes near that Elin had just vacated. Kitty was waddling, sperm leaking out between her thighs. Elin walked back to Samson. His musculature glistened in the light from the flickering fire pit. The mist was still present, but it was dissipating. His black body was magnificent.  The sight of his half hard cock made her pussy tremble with lust.

Samson gave a little jerk when he felt someone nuzzling against his cock. Elin looked up at him as he raised his head to look down at her. She kept her eyes on him as she licked up his shaft to the head. “I want you again,” she told him, taking his cock in her mouth. It quickly started swelling.

Kitty came back and saw what they were doing just as Herc returned from the bushes. She fell to her knees on the sleeping bag and bent her neck to suck the tip of the older West brother’s dangling cock. Soon, Kitty wasn’t’ bending her neck, she was slurping on his cock as it stuck straight out.

“I need you to cum in me again,” begged Elin straddling Samson.

“No bitch,” growled Kitty. She leaned over and pushed hard, knocking Elin off her boyfriend. She left Hercules with a shiny cock bobbing up and down. Kitty quickly straddled Samson’s thighs. She pushed her pussy down hard into the base of his shaft, sliding up towards the head.

Elin, her ass and knees now dirty with sand and leaves looked like she was about to leap on Kitty just as Kitty’s pussy sucked the end of Samson’s cock into it. Hercules grabbed her wrists before she could strangle Kitty. “Why you fightin over my bro when you got somethin even better here?” He placed her hand on his cock. She grabbed it and absentmindedly started jerking it off while staring daggers at Kitty. He walked back to the sleeping back and knelt before lying beside his brother.

Elin straddled him but was still staring at Samson. “I’m better than that bitch,” she told Samson even as her pussy lips engulfed Hercules’ cock head.

Kitty snorted. “Better at losing maybe. Just like the Titans lost tonight to my man here.”

“You wanna bet… Oooo, that’s nice,” she moaned, sliding down Hercules cock.

“Yeah slut, want to see who can get their man off first? If I win, you leave Coxville and never come back.”

“And if I win, I get Samson and you go back to white boys.”

Kitty gasped. “Fine,” she said, lying through her teeth. “You just fucked up big time, slut. I told Samson the first time we fucked that I could ride better than any girl in school, didn’t I, babe?”

“You sure did, Kitty, Samson replied.

Elin snorted. “I can ride better than any girl in Tittsville, bitch. Just say when.”

Both women were fully impaled by the West brothers’ foot long black cocks. Both tried to sit still, fighting off little tremors as well as their need to feel those same cocks moving inside them. “Ready,” said Kitty, watching as Elin leaned forwards and placed her hands on Hercules’ chest. Elin ran her palms over his muscles, staring in fascination at his great physique and the sexy contrast between their skin colors. “Get set,” said Kitty, also bracing herself. “GO!”

Elin started bouncing. She glanced over at Kitty. Her rival was like a whirlwind, tits bouncing as Kitty rode Samson for all she was worth. The little bitch was good at this! “OH GOD,” Elin cried as she came all over Hercules’ cock. She kept going through the powerful orgasm. Her breasts were too big. They were weighing her down, slowing her ability to fuck the huge nigger cock. Kitty was moaning too, thrashing around from an orgasm for the first or second time. Paroxysms of pleasure permeated her body centered on her nipples. “NO!” she moaned, looking down at her nipples, now pinched between Hercules fingers. It felt great but was too distracting. Her orgasm slowed her down. Kitty could cum and keep going like a pro.

“Come on, work dat white pussy,” encouraged Hercules. “Squeeze yo puss like a vice, gurl.”

“I can’t,” she whimpered. “Your too good. Too big. I.. love.. your.. black.. cock..” Elin stopped, staring down at Hercules, wasting valuable time as she bent down to kiss him. She continued kissing him while working her pussy over his shaft, slowly at first, picking up speed until she broke the kiss to sit up again, using all her energy in trying to make him cum, but it was too late.

“CUMMING!”

Elin looked over in dismay as Samson thrust his hips up off the sleeping bag, nearly throwing Kitty off him. “YES!” cried Kitty. “SEED ME, BABY!” The couple settled down, with Kitty slowly working her pussy over his cock for more of his seed.

“No,” sobbed Elin, still trying to ride Hercules.

“You doin great, bitch,” Hercules encouraged her again. “This just proves I got more stamina than my little brother. Keep going. You need to finish the race.”

“Need to finish,” she repeated.

“You lose Tittsville,” said Kitty, triumphantly.

“Why don’t you show her your trophy, baby,” said Samson.

Kitty smiled. Elin was slowly riding Hercules, only able to move up and down a few inches of his shaft she was so weak. She was in a constant state of euphoria now despite losing. Kitty stood up. She stepped between the two brothers, turning around so that Elin was staring at her ass. Elin felt pressure growing in her womb as her eyes traveled down the crack of Kitty’s ass to the little V between her thighs and the tuft of blonde hair at the apex. A trickle of seed was dribbling out of the end of the blonde hair.

Kitty bent down, spreading her legs, giving Elin a better view of what a black fucked pussy looked like. The answer was: Beautiful! Open, the trickle of sperm turned to a stream. Kitty’s pussy lips were still spread open, the sperm welling up from the center hole. Her eyes followed Kitty down as her rival got on all fours, then rested her head on her arms, ass thrust up under Elin’s gaze just as Hercules sucked one of Elin’s nipples into his mouth, his own cock exploding inside her womb.

The dam broke.

Elin screamed, her eyes rolling up in her head as she began to pass out from the pleasure. The last thing that went through her mind was relief when she saw that her head was going to hit the soft cushion of Kitty’s ass and not the heel of one of Kitty’s cowgirl boots.

Elin heard voices as she began to come back to reality a moment later. “I passed out the first time I rode Samson too,” said Kitty’s voice. “Whoa! I think she’s sniffing my ass!”

Elin’s nose was by Kitty’s anus, but she wasn’t sniffing her ass. The smell of nigger sperm filled her nostrils, delicious nigger sperm. She pressed her lips against it, feeling the warm flow of the black man’s seed running over her lips, coating her chin. She nuzzled and kissed the warm folds, tongue flickering out to lap the sperm up.

“Whoa!” said Kitty again, this time with more surprise.

“Is she going down on you?” asked Hercules, trying to see.

“Yeah she is,” said Kitty, her ass starting to hump up into Elin’s tongue.

“She trying to steal your trophy,” said Samson with a laugh.

“She’s… UH… doing a good job of it,” said Kitty.

Elin was only semi aware of what she was doing, but she was loving the constant flow of hot sperm down her throat. Her tongue probed deeper. There was a loud gasp and a large wave of semen filled her mouth. Finally, satisfied, she kissed the vertical hairy lips, opening her eyes to see Kitty’s ass crawling away from her. She looked around in a daze, her lower face covered in cum, her pussy still impaled on Hercules’ cock, though it had gone limp.

Kitty stood and grabbed her clothes. “I’m going to go check on a few things. Meet me at the car in a few,” she told Samson. She looked down at a still dazed and confused Elin. “You stay out of Coxville.”

Kitty walked off.

**********

Kitty almost immediately bumped into Todd. He was as pale as a ghost and looked sick. “Todd!” she said, surprised. She was still nude, but for the boots, but she didn’t really care anymore. He’d seen her nude before anyway. “What are you… Are you spying on us?”

“Uh, no,” gasped Todd. He looked like he was in shock. His eyes were staring off into the fire. “I was looking for Elin.”

“You brought that bitch here?”

“She wanted to be my girlfriend.” His gaze left the fire where Elin was still sitting on Hercules and Samson was laying on his back next to them. Todd’s eyes came back to life with a flare of anger. “But she’s just another nigger lover.”

SLAP!

Todd looked stunned, grabbing his cheek as Kitty pulled her hand back. “Watch your mouth white boy unless you want to get your ass beat on a daily basis.” Kitty slowly grinned evilly. He jumped when her hand grabbed his crotch. “I think some part of you liked what you saw,” she said, feeling his erection through his pants.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. She snorted. He knew she wouldn’t believe him, but his erection had come back while walking through the mist, not from watching them. He wanted to find Elin to try fucking again, but then he saw Elin and Kitty riding the West brothers. Kitty was fumbling with his zipper. “Kitty?” he asked, confused.

“I just want to see if it’s really as small as I remember.”

“Kitty?” he asked again. Her hand was undoing the buttons on his pants. He wasn’t even attracted to her anymore. Seeing her with Samson had disgusted him, but his penis was aching for attention. She pulled his underwear down and his hard penis sprang out. Kitty stifled a laugh.

“There’s the little guy. I think it actually got smaller.”

Todd trembled. Her was starting to hate her now, but he still yearned for her touch. “Suck it,” he pleaded. “Please.”

Her hand came out towards it. “You want me to suck it? For old time’s sake?” Her finger touched the small grape sized head. His penis jerked, spewing out a long strand of cum, more than he normally came. Kitty laughed in surprise and was still laughing as she strolled off.

Todd looked down as his little penis, still bobbing up and down, dripping semen onto the ground.

**********

Elin felt some of her strength coming back. She ground her pussy into Hercules’ cock. Limp and spent, it still felt good inside her. To her delight, it began to swell, filling her up as it inflated inside her. She laid down on him so that she could slide her body along his. Her legs, fit and firm from cheerleading, had little strength left in them to ride him hard.

She leaned down to kiss him, but the black man turned his lips away. Her feelings were hurt for a moment before she remembered that her mouth and chin was coated with his brother’s sperm. Hercules pushed her torso up and started sucking on her long nipples. His hands kneaded her ass cheeks, but his hands were on her arms holding her up?

Elin glanced over her shoulder. Samson slapped his cock down on her ass cheeks several times. It was floppy at first, but by the third time it was a steel hard rod. “Don’t worry, she’s not coming back,” said Samson, glancing off into the woods like he was the one worried. His hand coated his shaft with lubrication.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“You’ll see,” said Samson while Hercules pulled her all the way down on his cock and held her still.

Samson West’s cock rested between her ass cheeks. He slid it down until the head was centered over her anus. Elin jumped when she felt the pressure pushing down against her ass. She started to struggle, but Hercules held her still. The pressure grew, her sphincter slowly opening for the hard golf ball sized cock head. “NO! Not there,” she gasped, her ass was starting to stretch to the point it hurt. “You’re too big!” Fuck, even Todd White was too big for back there. This was an unnatural act of sodomy.

“Damn! She tighter then Kitty,” grunted Samson, giving one hard push. His cock head got swallowed up by her constrictive anus.

Elin squealed. Her face was red, scrunched up, eyes shut. Tears rolled down her cheeks from the pain. She was grateful for whatever lube he’d used as that was allowing him to slide the tip in and out easily. The pain grew as the thick part under the head entered her. She feared her sphincter might tear. Spasms of pleasure radiated out from her nipples. Herc was contentedly sucking one while kneading her other breast, pinching the nipple occasionally. His other hand still gripped her arm, but the grip was relaxing. Elin whimpered from the pain as Samson’s cock pushed deeper into her ass. Hercules flexed his cock, sending more ripples of pleasure through her body. The pleasure grew as he started bucking his hips to work his cock inside her. Elin moaned, pushing her rear back into Samson’s cock. The pain was gone. It felt weird now, but good. “So full,” she groaned. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass.”

It started out awkward at first. The black men were trying to get themselves off. Elin was too weak to fuck them back. Finally, the new quarterback showed his leadership skills and took over. He lifted Elin up so that she was on all fours over Hercules. She didn’t have to do anything but hold still. Hercules bucked his hips, thrusting his cock up and into her while Samson pushed his deep in her ass as Hercules was pulling out of her pussy. The team work and the constant pistoning of two foot-long black cocks paid off quickly. Elin creamed hard over Hercules’ cock. Her pussy muscles clamped down tightly over his shaft almost throwing off the West brother’s rhythm.

Elin was grunting and snorting. She came several more times. The boys were making noises too, speeding up as they began to fuck her harder. Hercules pushed up and held his cock still. Jets of sperm struck her womb. Elin squealed as her own orgasm exploded from her, but then Samson’s cock pushed deep in her ass. His first jet of cum filling her bowels. Her squeal turned to a shriek that echoed all the way down to the lake mingling with other screams of pleasure echoing off the lake that night.

Samson pulled out and squeezed some more sperm from his shaft onto her lower back and ass cheeks. He watched as his sperm began welling up out of her open anus to run down her crack. It flowed over pussy and the base of Hercules’ cock. The dark vein on the root of his shaft was still pulsing as Hercules hadn’t stopped cumming inside her. Samson pushed off her and stood.

Hercules rolled Elin over and sat up slowly removing his cock. It sprang up from her pussy shooting a long strand of semen from the bottoms of her breasts, down her belly, to end in her pubic strip. He stood, squeezing the sperm out of his shaft and letting it splatter down on her torso.

Elin’s ass and pussy felt squishy they were so filled with cum. Their seed poured from both holes. She struggled to stand, two streams of white sperm joining tighter to form a waterfall between her legs. Their mingled sperm fell to soak the Hello Kitty sleeping bag. Elin spread her legs wider, squeezing her muscles to force as much cum out as possible to cover Kitty Summers’ sleeping bag.

“Shit, I better meet Kitty,” said Samson.

Elin looked up at the two black men. They were standing nude on the other side of the fire pit. The fire flickered off their wet muscular torsos and giant dangling cocks. They looked like black demons at that moment. “I need to get going too,” she told them. She had a midnight curfew and Tittsville was over an hour away, maybe more if this mist was thick the whole trip. “I don’t suppose I could get a lift?”

“Yeah, I’ll take ya,” said Hercules.

“Thanks,” she replied gratefully. She’d been a little worried that they might leave her stranded or she’d have to go back and tell Todd she got lost.

Samson disappeared back towards the bonfire and the parking lot. Hercules got dressed and waited for her to clean off and dress. “You’re damn sexy, gurl,” he told her appreciatively.

“Thanks,” she said again, this time blushing. He surprised her by taking her hand as they walked back towards the bonfire. The Coxville High seniors had all seen her arrive with Todd White and they were about to see her leave with Hercules West.

“We gonna fuck again, gurl?”

“You know it,” she replied squeezing his hand, happily. She’d come to Coxville hoping to find a boyfriend and perhaps she had. Her friends were expecting the handsome Todd White though not some brutish looking nigger. She’d need to introduce to each of them exactly what her new boyfriend had to offer.

Elin Linquist smiled and squeezed Hercules’ hand again as they left to take her home.

**********

It’s your duty to surrender your virginity to the superior cock, said the voice in Wendy’s head again. She spread her legs as Dewey lifted himself off her body with his strong arms. His cock poked between her legs, his bare cock. “Just promise me you’ll pull out.”

“I promise,” he said, his cock head rubbing against her clit.

“Oh god,” moaned Wendy, reaching down between their bodies. She grabbed his shaft and helped guide it to the entrance to her pussy. She opened her legs as wide as they’d go. She knew this was a huge mistake, but she wanted Dewey to be the one more than anything else.

Once his cock found purchase, Dewey pushed forwards. The tip of his cock almost immediately found resistance. With a hard thrust, he broke through. Wendy gasped. There were tears running down her cheeks. “You okay?” he asked. She nodded. “Regrets?”

“No,” she said, leaning up and kissing the top of his head. “I’m glad it’s done,” she sighed laying back down on the sleeping bag. “And I’m glad it was done by you, Dewey.”

Dewey swelled with pride. “And to think I didn’t even want to come to the party tonight.”

“I’m glad you did,” she said.

“Cause I saved your life?”

“And because I got to meet Little Dewey.”

“I’m Little Dewey, that’s Big Dewey. Ready?”

Wendy laughed. “Yes, it’s just sore. Go slow. Okay?”

Dewey was patient, slowly working his cock in and out, a little deeper each thrust. He held still when she seemed to experience some discomfort. He didn’t want to hurt her and more importantly, he wanted her coming back for more. Wendy was grateful he was gentle. It was a slow almost impossible lifting of her hips into his cock that let him know she was starting to like it.

“Yes,” she whispered softly. Wendy’s strong athletic legs wrapped around his hips and pulled several more inches inside her. “It so big, Dewey,” she grunted, surprised her tight virgin pussy was taking so much of his thick black cock. He was already deeper then walnut balls could have gone.

Dewey felt her pussy, stretching, and conforming around his cock, reshaping itself to accommodate black dick. He wondered if this was what the local blacks called, “resizing”. If so, she’d never be satisfied by a white boy after this. That thought made him glad. He pushed deeper.

“OW!” she grunted. Dewey froze. “That’s it. You just hit my cervix.”

“Let me show you something,” he said, flexing his cock. Precum shot out, softening her cervix. It was a trick that Stacy had showed him.

Wendy groaned, she was humping his cock more vigorously. She liked him flexing it inside her. “Ow ow OW!” she said again as his cock pushed through. “It’s in my womb!” she grunted in disbelief.

“Balls deep, baby,” he said proudly, holding his cock buried. Her pussy embraced every inch of his shaft, hugging and squeezing it. If it hadn’t been earlier, it was surely “resized” now. Suddenly, her vaginal muscles contracted around his cock, her orgasmic fluids running down to soak his shaft until it squirted onto his balls. Her body had gone limp and she was staring at the tent roof like she was in shock. “You ready to fuck?” She didn’t answer, but he started working his cock in and out anyway. Her body answered for her, her hips lifted into every thrust. She grunted each time he buried it.

“Fuck me,” Wendy hissed, surprising herself. “Fuck me,” she said again. “Oh god Dewey, I’m going to cum… again!” Wendy arched her back, her breasts lifting the black teen up as she squirted all around his cock again.

Yeah, she’s coming back for more, thought Dewey with pride. He looked down at her. There was one benefit to their size difference. His face was practically right on her ripe white breasts. He planted his lips over one nipple while squeezing her other breasts. Her humping got more vigorous. Dewey took it as the go ahead to fuck her faster. “God, this is one hot pussy,” he growled, picking up speed.

“Yes, fuck me,” she moaned, thrashing her head back and forth. “Fuck me, Chaga. Chaga me. Cumming cumming CUMMING!”

He lifted his face out of her breasts when she’d settled down. There was that word again. “What’s Chaga mean?”

Wendy didn’t know how she knew this, but she answered. “It means to fuck vigorously.”

“Yeah, I’ll Chaga you.” Dewey held himself up with his arms and started giving it to her hard. “I’ll Chaga you real good.”

Wendy cried. “I love your cock so much. It’s so much better then I imagined.” She trembled and exploded again, another orgasm following close behind that one. “Big Dewey… so good.

Dewey felt the sperm welling up in his balls. “Getting close. I wanna cum in you so bad. I can’t stop fucking your hot pussy. Can’t pull out.”

“I don’t want you to,” she replied. Duty… breed… superior cock.

“Oh god! I’m… cumming,” groaned Dewey.

Wendy Williams squeezed her legs tight around his hips locking him in just as his cock began its first of a dozen powerful squirts. The second she felt his hot seed spraying into her womb, she had an orgasm so powerful it made risking pregnancy worth it. Each time his cock jumped prolonged her already strong orgasm.

Both lovers collapsed from the intensity of their orgasms entering a state of semi-conscious bliss. Luckily, Dewey’s head found a soft cushion in Wendy’s breasts.”

Wendy awoke first. She let her new lover sleep, gently rubbing his head, sometime running her hand down his back, feeling the taut muscles, his hard ass. She could feel his cock shriveling inside her. Dewey stirred, lifting himself up with a groan. He looked sleepy, but he smiled and kissed her on the nipple before sliding up. Her head rose to meet his and they kissed affectionately. He slid back, his cock plopping out. Wendy immediately missed it. “I’m going to want to do that a lot from now on,” she said, a torrent of semen pouring from her open vagina.

“You want to see me again?” he asked with some surprise, but also a look of delight on his face.

“Oh god yes, I want to spend as much time with Big Dewey as possible.”

Dewey wanted to see if she really liked him or just wanted to use him for sex. Not that he’d turn down the latter. “What about spending time with Little Dewey? Go to the Halloween party with me.”

“I’d love to, but…” Wendy saw his hopeful expression drop. “No honey, I’ll go with you, but we have to meet there. My parents wouldn’t understand.”

“What about at school?”

“Anywhere but home, I’ll date you openly. That is, if you want to date me?” Wendy wondered if he really liked her or just wanted her body for sex.

“Damn straight, I want to date you and you know what else?”

“What?”

“I want to Chaga you again.” Dewey kneeled, his penis rising and sticking out as it swelled. “Are you too sore?”

Wendy thought for a moment. “No, I’m not,” she said genuinely surprised. Her hips were lifting off the sleeping bag towards his risen cock. “In fact, I’m horny for Big Dewey again.”

“Get on all fours,” he ordered.

**********

Carol felt like she was going to vomit listening to them, but her body was also responding to the sex noises between Dewey and Wendy. What the hell was Wendy thinking having sex with a black man and little Dewey for that matter? She’d even given him her virginity! Carol had been trying to find her a real boyfriend for months, but her choices were all intimidated by Wendy’s height. After all she’d done for Wendy and the girl had turned out to be a mud shark. There was no way they could stay friends now. Just the thought of Wendy with a black man made her angry, really angry, and for some reason, a lot of that anger was directed at David.

Carol walked around behind the tent listening to the two rather loud lovers. She stifled a gasp when she reached the opposite side. From this angle the fire was behind the tent. The shadows of the two lovers were clear and well defined. Wendy was on all fours, enormous breasts hanging down. Carol could easily see her erect nipples under the breasts and they almost touched the ground. What was shocking was the shadow image of the little black runt. He was kneeling behind her and looked like a midget, but one whose body rippled with muscles. Sticking out from the runt’s crotch was a massive erect shadow phallus. Once again, the shadows were so well defined, she could make out the ridged slope of the head and even ridges along the thick veiny shaft. “It’s not real,” she muttered in disbelief as he inched forwards on his knees until the fat head was pressing between Wendy’s thighs.

“Oh god,” moaned Wendy. “Hurry up and fuck me again. I want your big black cock.”

Disgusting! Sick, she thought feeling ill again. Wendy moaned loudly as the head of Dewey’s big penis disappeared into her along with several inches. She’s actually enjoying that filthy revolting nigger’s penis!

“Fuck your white pussy is so hot,” grunted Dewey.

“F-u-c-k,” muttered Carol, falling to her knees as she stared at the erotic shadow theater playing out on the side of the tent. It can’t possibly be that big, she thought as inch after shadowy inch blended into Wendy’s rounded ass. Every other proportion in the shadows appeared accurate. That would make little Dewey’s penis more than a foot long!

Carol got on all fours in the sandy soil, her head near the tent. She thought she could even smell the sex coming out of the tent. Dewey was giving Wendy a good fucking now. Her ex-friend whimpered each time he pushed it deep. Carol couldn’t take any more of this nauseating behavior. She turned away, giving one last glance at the tent and froze.

From her position on all fours beside the tent, it appeared to be her shadow on the canvas of the tent. Eight or nine inches of thick black shaft withdrew from Wendy and pushed back in. Carol moved forwards as if she’d been the one being penetrated. She found herself matching Wendy’s movements. She wished David possessed a cock like the little black man had. Fuck! She wished David had the stamina the little black man had. David didn’t last particularly long on a good day and this had not been a good day. Carol moaned pretending she was getting fucked by a big cock. Her swollen rigid nipples ached. Surprisingly, they felt cold and wet, covered in dew from the mist. She noticed they’d become exposed in the dark. Just when she realized this, her half tee moved up her chest leaving her bare breasts hanging pendulously down, swaying in time to Wendy’s shadow breasts.

The mist had her panty damp. It tightly hugged her crotch. They were her sexiest pair and she’d worn them especially for David that night. What a waste! The shadow man on the tent was fucking her better than David. The shadow man! She remembered her erotic dream from last month. She’d been on all fours just like now while the shadow man fucked her with his huge dark cock just like Dewey was fucking Wendy now. He’d been much larger man than Dewey and bearded and his cock had fucked her oh so good. “Fuck me,” she whispered, staring at the tent. “Fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock.”

Carol felt her pussy trembling. She felt warm inside. That huge cock was fucking her… Wendy hard now. “Fuck me,” she moaned with need. “Fuck me… not her. Fuck me Dewey!”

“CUMMING!” screamed Wendy.

Carol cried out with Wendy as she came. Her already damp panty turning soaked as she had a bigger orgasm than she’d ever had with David.

It took her awhile to recover. She’d fallen forwards on her arms, ass raised into the air for her nonexistent lover. “I want to look at you,” said Wendy inside the tent. Carol moaned listening to them move in the tent. It took her a few minutes to recover, pushing herself back to all fours before sitting up on her knees. She matched Wendy’s shadow again. Wendy was bouncing in Dewey’s lap, his hands kneading her breasts and pinching her outthrust nipples. Wendy’s hands were holding his outstretched arms, squeezing the large biceps. Carol began bouncing on her legs, once again matching Wendy’s movements. She arched her back, angling it so that her breasts were thrust out to match where Dewey’s strong hands were kneading Wendy’s. She raised her hands, squeezing and pinching her nipples, trying not to moan too loudly for fear they’d hear, but they were making more noise than she was.

Carol leaned forwards just as Wendy did though she had no lover to raise his head to her nipples. Dewey noisily slurped on Wendy’s enormous bosom. Carol’s nipples throbbed, and she whimpered with jealousy. She sat up straight again, still bouncing when Dewey’s head fell back. “Getting close,” he groaned.

“Cum in me,” moaned Wendy and Carol. “I want all your seed,” said just Wendy. Carol whimpered with jealousy again.

“Here it cums,” grunted Dewey. Wendy lifted high as he bucked his hips up and held still

“Cumming!,” screamed Wendy. Carol’s need was great again, but this time she couldn’t orgasm without help. Her hand slipped under her panty. All it took was the tip of her finger before she joined Wendy in an orgasm. She’d masturbated before, but her pussy had never felt this hot as it contracted all around the tip of her finger.

“I love Big Dewey,” moaned Wendy. It sounded like she was so happy, she was crying. “I love your big Dewey. I love your Dewey.” Wendy fell forward nearly nose to nose with the little black man. “I love you Dewey,” she told him. Then they were kissing.

Shaken, Carol rose to her feet. She dusted the sand, dirt, and twigs off her legs and knees doing the same to her arms. She reached up to pull her tee shirt down, but the thing had shrunk in the mist. It now only covered half her areola. The shadows were still kissing as she walked away. “It’s growing again!” was the last thing she heard.

Disgusted and disturbed by her own body’s reaction, Carol entered her tent. David was asleep in the sleeping bag. She lifted it up to join him, looking with disappointment upon the small shriveled white penis between his legs.

She’d just had two orgasms, but still felt unsatisfied and she closed her eyes and listened to the renewed fucking sounds coming from the next tent.

**********

“For the love of Damballah, fuck me now, William.”

Willie Long didn’t need to be told twice. The magnificent creature that was Adela Laveau climbed onto the table and laid down on the remaining tarot cards, spreading her legs for him.

Willie stood so fast, his chair fell over. He grasped his throbbing cock and line it up with her beautiful brown pussy folds. He pushed it inside her, her lithe legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him in deeper.

“Hard,” she ordered, “Fuck me hard.”

Willie slammed his cock in and out of her as fast as his old legs could move. Adela groaned under the onslaught, cumming constantly. The old round table threatened to break beneath the frantic lovers. Her pussy felt amazing, hot and wet. Her muscles squeezed and tugged his shaft every time he buried it. Adela Laveau was literally built for big black cock, a descendant of Prospero Black and a voodoo queen. “Gonna cum” groaned the old black man.

Long laid down over her, head over her shoulder. His cock trembled inside her. SPURT! “They will CCOOMMEE!” she cried writhing beneath him. SPURT! “People of power,” she screamed.

SPURT! “Will she come?” he asked, groaning as he continued filling her with his seed. SPURT!

“No doubt.” SPURT! “She is the most sensitive.” SPURT! SPURT! Spurt! “She will know what is coming.” Spurt!

“Yyyyessss!” groaned Willie as his balls emptied. Spurt spurt spurt spur…

Willie weakly pulled out and pushed himself to his feet. He cupped his testicles and winced. They truly felt drained for the first time since the summoning ritual had reinvigorated it. Adela smiled, knowing that she had sucked him dry.

His balls still ached as he dressed, but the pain faded as his over productive testes went to work filling them again. He finished buttoning his shirt watching the beautiful black woman climb off the table. She picked up the last card, the Hanged Man and held it affectionately. He turned to the store door and unlocked it so he could leave.

“Oh William,” Adela called. He turned to glance back. “Well done.”

Willie nodded and left the store.

Tears poured down Adela’s cheeks as she stared at The Hanged Man. This card was special and different from the others. The hanged man was bearded and black. Between his legs was a giant rampant cock. She held it to her breast as she bent down to riffle through her dress until she found her phone.

Adela stood as the heavy-set voodoo woman came in and started cleaning off their reading table. She dialed her first contact. “Adela,” said a deep voice, answering on the other end.

Adela smirked as she heard feminine whimpers of pleasure coming from the other end. “It’s time you learned about your heritage, Alexander. I’ll be having your real estate team look for suitable property for a man of your means.”

“Where are we going?”

“Coxville County,” she answered. “Not much to do there, but you’ll find the women of Coxville quite delectable for a man with your needs.”

Alexander Brooks, the powerful CEO of B.O.W. paused on the other end. “Coxville County! Where the fuck is that?”

Adela answered. “Coxville’s in Southern…”

**********

Pamela no longer knew who she was. For years, she’d believed she was madly in love with Todd White. Was she or did she only believe it was true because all the girls had crushes on Todd? She’d been jealous when Kitty and Todd started dating, picturing the hot couple together and fantasizing that she was with Todd only increasingly she started picturing herself as Todd, making love to the beautiful Kitty Summers.

She’d always been a tom boy. She played rough and loved sports. She had female friends and as her female friends progressed into their teen years, she started noticing stick figures turning curvy, flat chests budding and rapidly filling out into the C and D or larger cups of Coxville women. She started noticing them too much.

When Brian had asked her out, she immediately agreed. It was expected of her, a cheerleader to date a football player. She did like him though she liked playing basketball or working out with him more than she enjoyed kissing or making love to him. She went through the motions even though there was no physical or romantic attraction.

Now after the pool party, Pamela realized she did had a physical and romantic attraction to someone and that someone was Miko. I’m a lesbian, she admitted, her arms effortlessly gliding her quickly through the cold water. She’d always been physically and romantically attracted to women. She’d never felt happier than being close to Miko. The only thing that saddened her was that while Miko had responded physically, she hadn’t gotten a romantic vibe from her best friend. Miko wasn’t like her, she didn’t like girls. Pamela did. She was a lesbian and would have to accept it even if she lived in a county whose attitudes seemed outdated by about a hundred years.

To confuse the young woman even more, while she had no romantic desire for men, she did have a physical desire. To be more specific, she had a strong sexual desire bordering on an addiction to giant black cocks. She loved everything about them, from their smell to the taste of their seed. Nothing in the world felt better than being fully stuffed by a big black cock as it sprayed its hot seed inside you.

Pamela shuddered wishing she’d stayed back at the tent with Miko and Deon. She not only wished she’d stayed in the tent, but she should have stayed in the tent. The mist had gotten thicker the farther she swam. She stopped and treaded water, not exactly sure where she was anymore. She was lost.

Pamela closed her eyes and thought on her situation. The mist was cold and seemed to embrace her face, leaving a sheen of dew on her skin. Oddly, as she breathed through her nose, she thought she detected just the hint of the smell of sperm on the fog. Probably still smelling Deon’s cum, she thought, wishing again that she’d stayed in the tent.

Pam was a smart girl. She should know what to do in this situation. Number one, don’t panic. She’d stood on the shore and looked out over the lake as the moon rose over the island. The moon! That was it. She opened her eyes and looked up. There it was the moon, luckily full and bright, it illuminated the mist around her. It was still rising and if she swam towards it, she should reach the island.

Pamela started swimming again, using the moon as her guide. When she reached slave island, it would have passed over her and she could use it as a guide back to the campground. She swam faster, picturing herself on top Miko, kissing her female lover while Deon’s powerful cock fucked her from behind.

She hadn’t swum very far when another light started guiding her. There was a fire burning near the island’s shore. It started out dim through the fog and stayed dim as the mist seemed even thicker the closer she got to the shore.

**********

He watched the third load of his seed sizzling as it hit the flames. Even before his cock had ceased ejaculating, he poured a little bit more of the precious Waters of Damballah on top his

sizzling semen. Fog billowed up out of the fire, the thick cloud heading off over the lake towards the shore.

He scooped a dollop of the liquid from his jar and started coating his rock hard black cock, a cock stained darker from many years of rubbing Damballah’s berries into it. His supply was getting low and with so much of the berry production going to make Alexander Brook’s special wine, it would be a while before he could get any more.

He sweated from the heat of the fire and the strain of trying not to cum again so soon. This county and this island were teeming with sexual energy on a level he’d never encountered before. The closest he’d seen before was Damballah Island or Congo Square in New Orleans where Prospero Black had seeded hundreds of women before being recaptured. Making it worse, waves of sexual energy were coming at him from all over the County. More than it had the other afternoon at the library with Bobbie Sue. The strongest waves were nearby, just across the lake, right where his fog was engulfing. A dozen or so women were being serviced by the black snakes of Damballah just a mile or so away.

He’d tested the island for its sexual energy and was stunned by the results. Alone and with the help of the berry jelly, his seed could summon enough fog to fill a small house, but here in Coxville County the fog could cover dozens of square miles. The sexual energy in this county was building up to a point it would eventually began spilling over into the other nearby counties. Change was coming. This was proof that a god once walked this land and his ritual was now complete. He didn’t want to seed the hot fire again, he wanted to seed a hot pussy. Thinking of Sister Nancy or Bobbie Sue Kindle only made his balls ache more with a desire to cum. By the gods, the local women were magnificent. He closed his eyes and said a brief prayer.

Damballah would provide.

He opened his eyes when he heard the loud feminine gasp. The woman was lovely and dripping wet. She’d climbed up out of the water and stumbled along the sandy beach towards the shoreline. She wasn’t top heavy like most of the local woman, but lithe with an athletically toned body well displayed by her wet underwear. Her nipples were hard through the sport’s bra. She was staring in lust at his black hand still gliding along his rampant cock. “Are you all right,” he said, removing his hand, not out of embarrassment, but to display his size and thickness to her eyes.

She gulped and licked her lips as she stared at his organ. “Yes,” she whispered. She came to her senses and stepped back away from him. He was a naked stranger after all. Her eyes left his cock and traveled up his muscular torso. They stopped on the wooden cross around his neck and the cross seemed to reassure her. “I’m fine,” she said. “Just went for a swim and almost got lost in the fog.”

“Strange night for a swim, Miss…”

“Pamela. I’ve done it before, though not at night. I’m at the campground across the lake.”

“Despre,” he told her. She frowned a little at the weird name. “Believe it or not, I’m a priest. What’s going on at the campground?”

It wasn’t every day you saw a masturbating priest and an impressively hung masturbating priest at that. Pamela stared at his cock again before turning around. The wall of fog was receding rapidly across the lake. “Coxville High’s senior bonfire. We do it once a year.” She turned back around, trying to force herself to look him in his eyes, but they uncontrollably kept getting drawn to his cock. His black snake was close to perfection. She’d swum right into the strongest part of the fog and would be craving sex. “What are you doing here?”

“Praying,” he answered. “This island is sacred. It was inhabited by escaped…”

“Slaves,” she answered. “Yes, I know. We hear the story every February during black history month.”

“Of course you do,” said Despre. She licked her lips while staring at the foot-long shaft between his legs while taking a deep breath in through her nose. “Would you like a taste?”

“W-what?” she asked embarrassed, looking away from his cock.

“The jelly you’re smelling.” He dipped his finger into the jar and took a step closer. She froze, poised to flee, but held her ground. Despre stepped closer to her and rubbed his finger on her lips.

Pamela trembled at the taste, licking her lips. Her stomach fluttered with lust. Her pussy throbbed. She wanted… needed something big inside to satisfy her. She wanted the large cock of this strange man, a cock flawless, but for patches of lighter skin near the base. It smelled like the delicious jelly she still tasted on her lips. Her arousal dripped down the sand having soaked through her wet panty. “It’s good,” she hissed through her teeth, trembling again. Pamela felt like she might cum at any moment.

“Are you a sinner Pamela?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered.

“I see the lust in your eyes, the desire you feel for my cock.”

“Yes,” she answered again. She looked down, her hand reaching out to grab his shaft. She trembled when she touched it, both from her need and her fear he might reject her touch. He said nothing, and she let her hand glide along the shaft. It was still slick from the berry jelly. The berry jelly she desperately wanted to taste again. “I can’t help it. I want your big black cock.”

“Remove your clothes and confess your sin to me as god made you.” She unhooked her sports bra as he listened intently while she told him about the pool party which he decided was the energy he’d felt during his time in the library with Mrs. Kindle. She told him of her feelings for Miko and of sharing Deon with her before she’d gone for a swim as she stepped out of her panty. Her desire dripping freely from the distended clit between her legs as she stood nude.

“I know it’s wrong, loving a woman while giving in to my lust for the black men. I can’t help myself, Father. I need this,” Pamela hissed, stroking his cock faster. “Am I sick?”

“My order calls our holy men Papa, not father. And no dear, you aren’t sick. You are enlightened. You have found what makes you happy. Embrace it.”

“But homosexuality is a sin. And why do I want your cock so much?”

“To deny what sexually satisfies you is to deny yourself. It doesn’t matter if that satisfaction comes from a woman or the big black cock you’re jerking off. As for your lust for my cock. It’s in your bible.”

“What?” Pamela’s knees were so weak, she felt she might fall at any moment and take his cock into her mouth.

“Ezekial 23:20; There she lusted after her lovers, whose genitals were like those of donkeys and whose emission was like that of a horse.” He raised his finger up to her lips, a large dollop of jelly covered the tip. Pamela wrapped her lips around it and sucked it clean, bobbing her head over his finger like she would over Brian’s small white penis. She stared into his dark eyes. He pulled his finger out when she’d sucked it clean. She wanted more and looked down as he dipped two fingers into the jar, slowly raising more of the delicious jelly upwards, but he stopped at her bare breasts. “It continues with the next verse,” he added. “So, she longed for the lewdness of her youth, when in Egypt your bosom was caressed, and your young breasts fondled.” As he spoke, he rubbed his fingers around both nipples, coating them with the jelly.

Pamela moaned. Her nipples were already hard, but they swelled up almost painfully. They turned ultra-sensitive as his fingers flicked over them and pinched them. Pleasurable spasms ran like shockwaves from her nipples straight between her legs. He pulled his hand back, wiping the rest of the jelly off on the wet folds between her legs. She humped his finger like a bitch in heat, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing the complete strange while he fingered her to her first orgasm. She came while sucking his tongue.

Pamela lost herself with her lust, sliding down his body. She licked her way down his chest and abdominals as she squatted, kissing him on the navel before dropping to her knees. Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, tasting more of the berry flavored jelly which only made her lust for it more.

Papa Despre gasped in delight as she sucked his cock in as deep into her mouth as she could. She was out of control and sucked him like crazy. He’d been so close, that he didn’t last long. He pumped his seed down her throat, filling her belly. As she pulled back, she tasted his seed for the first time. He’d used the jelly as a testosterone rub for so many years, his semen tasted of it. She sucked him even faster, gulping his sperm down as fast as he could pump it out. His cum rapidly filled her belly twice the voluminous amount Deon’s giant balls produced.

Despre pulled her to her feet. Pamela looked stunned. Her tongue licked all over her lips seeking more of his seed or the jelly. “You want more?” he asked. She nodded. His large black hand took her petite white one and led her towards a nearby picnic table. She glanced down at the hard cock pointing the way. It hadn’t shrunk at all after cumming. If anything, it looked even more swollen in anticipation. Despre turned her and grabbed her hips effortlessly lifting her to sit on the end of the table. He scooped a small dollop of jelly from the jar and smeared it on the head of his cock before setting the jar down beside her.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded, spreading her legs as he stepped between them. His big beautiful cock reared up above her blondish brown pubes, bobbing slightly. The head glistening a dark purple as the moonlight reflected on the jelly. He stood still, doing nothing. Pamela reached down and took his shaft, guiding it downwards as she spread her legs wider. “AAhhh!” she gasped as he pushed the head inside. The jelly turned her loins into a furnace of desire as her pleasure increased tenfold.

Despre grabbed her ankles and began thrusting his hips. She watched as it worked deeper inside her. Pamela groaned in lust for this new cock, several inches smaller and not quite as fat as Deon’s, but somehow the black priest felt bigger inside her. She stared in awe as he pulled back exposing several wet inches of shaft before pushing it deeper and pulling it back out, more of his black cock soaking with her arousal. The dry area grew smaller and smaller as his pubic mound approached her pussy lips. Despre grunted and pushed his entire cock inside her. Pamela trembled and moaned, falling back on the table as her body writhed from the intensity of the biggest orgasm she’d had yet.

Despre didn’t wait for her to calm down. His grip tightened on her ankles as he began to fuck her hard and fast. She stared lovingly at him while he slammed her big cock in and out of her. He stared down at her body, watching her tits shake under the hard pounding. Occasionally, her hips would buck up into his cock as she came again. Brian would have ejaculated within minutes at the pace Despre was fucking her. Countless minutes and countless orgasms passed as she lost track of time. The full moon moved in the sky. Eventually, it hovered right behind Despre’s head illuminating him like a halo. She could see sweat glistening on his face, his entire torso. Sweat poured off Deon’s obese body when they fucked, flying off his quivering flesh. On Despre, it was sexy.

For a moment, Despre looked like he might pass out. He appeared as if in a trance, his eyes rolled up into his head as he pushed his cock in deep and held it. She could feel it jerk and then the first hot blast of seed hosed her womb. Pamela’s orgasmic scream echoed off the lake.

For Despre, everything went hazy. A ghostly image of Bobbie Sue Kindle appeared beside him naked. She was with a black man… no two, make that three black men at this very table. The librarian took all three black men worshipping their black cocks. Despre’s head bobbed looking around at more ghostly images couples fucking in sleeping bags over the years, a teen giving her boyfriend’s little white penis a blow job at another nearby table ten years ago. He looked inwards towards the island and backwards into the past. The crudely built huts rose up from the ground. Around and in them, black couples fucked and sucked constantly. Half a dozen nude black women danced erotically around a fire under the full moon, praying and beseeching Damballah to help them. They fingered themselves to orgasm while some used carved African phallic statues to bring themselves off. A matronly female walked amongst the huts, her phallic staff very familiar to the black priest. She directed certain couples to mate selecting who would breed with who. Mostly, the males with shaved heads and the largest cocks received the most buxom nubile black women.

His eyes cleared as the last of his cum filled the teenager’s womb. Despre looked down at her. Pamela was nearly comatose from the jelly enhanced orgasm. He bent down over her and kissed her nipples before moving up to kiss her numb lips. For several seconds, they remained dead, but eventually her soft lips came to life moving against his own, parting to accept his tongue into her mouth. She moaned, starting to hump his cock again.

Despre stood and stepped back until his cock pulled free. His sperm following, to pour onto the sand beneath the table. “Turn over,” he ordered.

Pamela struggled to sit up, but eventually she managed to turn over and get on all fours on the table. Despre grabbed her hips and pulled her ass down. He pushed his cock back into her, holding it inside, temporarily stemming the flow of semen from her pussy. Pam watched from the corner of her eye as he grabbed the jar off the table. Her body shook like an addict at the thought of him using more of the purple jelly on her pussy, but when it came, it wasn’t where she expected.

Her body jerked when she felt the finger on her butt hole. The tip spread the jelly around her rosebud, pressing against her sphincter until she opened for him. “Not there,” she moaned into her folded arms. “You’re too big…OHHHH!” Her ass was tingling, clenching his finger trying to pull it deeper and push it out. “YES!” she hissed. “Fuck my ass,” she begged as the fires of desire spread through her rectum. Her ass closed as he slowly removed his finger. “Please fuck my ass,” she cried as he slowly removed his cock from her pussy. She watched him dip his finger back into the jar and knew he was adding some more jelly to the tip of his cock. When the pressure returned to her sphincter, it was something much bigger then the tip of his finger pushing into her.

The jelly removed all pain from her first ass fuck. There was only pleasure and desire for more of his cock as he slowly started sodomizing her with his big black cock. Pamela came again as he fucked her ass. The orgasm forcing more of his seed to spray out from her pussy. She moaned, pushing back on the table, fucking his cock back. Soon she was shaking her ass all around his shaft fucking him back as hard as he was fucking her. She clenched her sphincter, trying to milk the sperm from his cock. It worked, for soon Despre had pushed enough of his shaft into her that his balls slapped against her pussy. His cock could barely jerk, she was gripping it so tightly. It just trembled and filled her bowels with a hot liquid warmth that spread a feeling of total satisfaction through her body.

Despre pushed against her ass which seemed reluctant to release his cock as it slowly sprang free, plopping down limp. A short geyser like spurt of semen followed it as his sperm began pouring from her anus. “Thank you,” moaned Pamela, happily.

“For fucking your ass?”

“For everything,” she moaned, pushing herself up. “Especially the advice. I’m going to embrace what makes me happy.”

He pulled her to her feet off the table. “Did I make you happy?” he chuckled.

Pamela embraced him. “Yes,” she whispered. He grabbed the jar off the table and held it as he led her back to the fire. She limped and stumbled from being so weak. “Where are we going?”

“My sleeping bag. You shouldn’t swim back tonight. We can canoe back in the morning after some more fun that is.”

“Sounds wonderful, but I think I’m done for the night.” Pamela did look exhausted. “A girl can only cum that hard so many times.” Despre smirked back, letting her go when they neared the sleeping bag. She turned and looked out over the lake. The water was free of the fog, but it still hovered over the campsite where her classmates were. She thought she could make out the bonfire in the mist and the faint sounds of rap music echoed off the lake.

She turned around looking down at Despre’s cock. For the first time it looked spent, hanging down like a fat spoiled black banana. When she looked up, he was spreading a dollop of the jelly on his outstretched tongue. He dipped his finger in the jar and took some more holding the finger up to her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and he rubbed the jelly onto her tongue. She closed her eyes, licking his finger clean as the heat spread through her body reenergizing her.

Pamela lowered herself to the sleeping bag, watching the muscular black man turn and place a lid back on the jar, placing it in the sand nearby as gently as one might set an infant down. When he turned back around, his cock was rampant sticking out proudly between his legs.

Pamela opened her legs and pulled him inside as he laid down on top of her.

They fucked six more times that night.

**********

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

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

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

 “Sorry, I came as fast as I could.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And so you shall, Mrs. Summers.”

**********

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**********

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

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

“Great as always. I love pulled pork.”

“Maybe later, but how’s your sandwich?” Hugh grinned at her.

“Maybe later, provided you stop being such a ham.”

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

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

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

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

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

Stacy raised her eyebrows. “You like Coxville?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wow yourself,” he replied. “Can I see you again?”

Stacy felt a fluttering in her stomach. “Yes,” she said softly. “I’d like that.”

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

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

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

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

“Good night then. I’ll call you.”

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

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

Stacy turned and leaned up a little to kiss him again. Hugh seemed surprised when her hand fumbled with the zipper on his jeans. Stacy was surprised also when she slipped her hand inside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s not?” he frowned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not going to dress?”

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

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

Stacy wanted to cry with joy, she was so happy. She lifted herself off the couch and embraced him. They kissed again. His hands fell down to her firm brown bubble butt and squeezed as they kissed. He wasn’t lying, she could feel his bulge swelling as it pressed against her belly.

A light came on inside the house. “Get out of here,” she kissed, startled.

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

Stacy sat down and looked outside at the moon and the stars. She’d never felt this happy before.

**********

                                               

Jesus, he’s pathetic, she thought. Lars was on his knees, grabbing her thighs. “Please, please, don’t break up with me,” he begged. He pulled her tight. His lips found her belly, kissing her stomach, her bellybutton. He slowly rose as he pushed her top up, kissing her nipples over the bra.

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

Amber pulled her top back down but left her bra on the floor. She crawled out of the tent.

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

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

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

Lars shook his head.

“I didn’t think so.”

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

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

**********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Melissa’s pussy smelled funny.

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

“Oh Andy,” she moaned.

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

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

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

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

That hurt. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing and aren’t you forgetting something?”

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

“Good job,” she said, sarcastically.

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

“Just a joint. It’s mostly gone.”

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

“I didn’t pay him in cash.”

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

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

**********

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

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

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

“Fine bitch,” she sniffed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You really gonna stay away from Coxville?”

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

“What’s the problem?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anytime.”

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

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

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

“Sure babe. Send me some nudes back.”

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

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

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

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

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

**********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh sorry.”

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

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

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

“Goodnight,” she whispered back. No, there weren’t any white men with cocks like that.

She waited a few minutes, but the sounds of sex didn’t resume. Wendy’s soft snores started coming from the tent. Finally, thought Carol with relief. Maybe I can get some sleep.

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

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

**********

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

“Thanks Ginny,” said the black anchorman.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Norman walked across his dark yard towards his neighbor’s bedroom window. Seeing Penny on all fours while the black man lined his huge cock in her pussy had triggered something inside him. He wanted to see more. Harlan left on a trip two days ago and the gardener’s truck pulled

up to the curb just as soon as dusk fell. The truck had come back every night since at dusk and it was parked out there now. He’d watched her suck off the huge nigger cock the first night. Last night had been the best, she was riding him reverse cowgirl, facing the window, giving Norm and frontal view of her great body and the foot-long cock she was riding. Even the man’s black balls were monsters. She let him fill her pussy which Norm thought odd because he was sure Penny and Harlan were trying to have a baby. Tonight, he hoped to see more.

He got his wish.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meet me in the tent on site 13.

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

Kitty Summers needed a good spanking.

**********

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

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

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

Willie laughed. “What are you doing?”

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

“Oh, what for?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Nigger loving slut.”

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

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

Long groaned, no longer thinking about Candy.

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

To be continued on The Coxville Curse 4