10/17/09 Saturday
Candy held the throbbing cock head
tightly with her lips. It strained to jerk wildly as it pumped it's
hot seed into her hungry mouth. She relaxed her throat letting her
master's 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 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 then 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.
He 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 then 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 Twatsville
Tacos. 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 her freaking mailman too 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 real 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 kept
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.
Kat was going to admit to her mom that
she had cheated on Nathan, just 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
had never farmed themselves, 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's 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, but for a towel
wrapped around his waist. He was still dripping wet from a shower.
“Principal Long, whats y'all doin 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 and 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 then her father and part of the problem 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 councilor,
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 it's 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. 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.
**********
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 the 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 hand 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. 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 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
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 of Amos the mailman'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 over and over again 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 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 then 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 thicked and straightened out some more. The head grew
to and 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 and into her belly.
Principal Long's seed was ambrosia to
her mouth. It tasted better then anything she'd ever had before. It
was pumping out of the huge shaft faster then 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
falling down 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 mailman. 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 down 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 accompanying her lover on his trip to New
Orleans. She'd gone years without sex and with the exception of being
lonely on Valentines day and some other holidays, hadn't really
missed it. Now that she was getting it regularly and from a
humongously large black cock, she wasn't sure she could go a day
without it. Willie Long had woken up all her many years dormant
sexual desires 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.”
“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
baring 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. 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 Frank 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 at some
point and his mind reverted back to that point.”
“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 then 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 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 knocked. “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 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 and kissing her nipples. Candy couldn't believe
how slutty she was acting, but 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 it's 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 lit 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 reply, “No, thank you,” again.
“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 down 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 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.
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 his seed
out. It was at it's maximum hardness just after cumming. 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. “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. For a brief moment, his
cock hardened again 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 watching his cock slowly
rise. It was such a monster that the dangling head touched the floor
and for him to get an erection, it took a lot of blood flow and beats
of his heart. It was lifting up 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 it's seed even though Herc West had probably beat
him to the prize. “Nathan shooting blanks?” he asked, looking at
the bathroom door.
“Low sperm count,” said Kat from
the bathroom. “We 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 mailman. 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 movies of Amos' son LD's
interracial movies. The first movies were set up so that the white
actress's expression when she first saw his cock was 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. Kat had bought one of LD's
life sized dildoes.
“And after Amos and Herc used me,
Amos left and Herc took me back to my bedroom and fucked me three
more times, planting his seed twice more in my womb 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 with the exception of a large tread machine taking up most of
the floor space. The 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 Decaprio from the Gilbert Grape
movie. Decaprio 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 and wiggling her ass 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 make up. 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...
he had a penis like a... childs.” Edgar's little penis didn't even
reach 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 21st birthday,” she said, watching his cock
head recede from her breasts.
“Tell me slut, you much prefer
sucking black cock don't you?”
“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, so addictive, 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 to
really lose you 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 21st
birthday. “Black men,” 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 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 down 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 Jone'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
plasurable 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 baptising the young woman.
Kat moaned contentedly, feeling her
womb contract, forcing a torrent of semen to run out of her pussy and
soak 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 master bath
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 Longs.”
“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 hot mama.”
“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 to her. 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 up 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, 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 and Candy helped
him 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 his shaft 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 it's
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
you 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 and
fast 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.
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. 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 the 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 to 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 been 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.
