This week

1) Kaos posted her 4/4 update. Dr Bitch has decided to stay in her bikini to tease Horse and Dunnell. Kate is now sucking Mr. Brown's huge cock.

2) I did get some work done on the Wendy/Dewey scene from Curse 3.

3) I'd had a request to post the revised Coxville stories on literotica. I've tried, but it can be a huge pain in the neck. They rejected it because of the link to Johnpersons. So I removed it. They rejected it for not having the individual speakers separated which it does and it's written the same way the original and all my stories are that are already posted there. Also tried posting it on eroticstories, but it was flagged for using the word "drug" four times. The old Curse 2 was rejected for underage sex references which isn't in there at all. Ridiculous and frustrating.

The Coxville Curse 3 (Black and Susan encounter)

“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, 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. “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 integrating with black boys, but what I’d really like to do is try integrating with a man.”

“You sure? Probably shouldn’t “study” 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. 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 all around his shaft as she came all around 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 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. She’s right, my cock is damn near perfect, he thought to himself. 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 her 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 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 nig-black people… my parents… this county…” Susan shrugged. She couldn’t look him in the eye. She stared down at his deflated, but still plumb cock.

“You don’t need to explain. Racism is ingrained deeply in this county.”

“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.” She sucked her lower lip into her mouth lustfully while staring at him. “And 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 really prefer fucking men over boys.”

A low growl formed in Black’s throat and he started to reach out for the lustful 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 and nodded before hurrying away. He hoped Jenny wouldn’t be too mad at him.

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Son's Best Friend's Dad (in progress)

Son’s Best Friend’s Dad

Copyright 2017 by Stormbringer

Based on the comic script by Stormbringer and the art of Kaoscomics

“Bye! Catch lots of fish,” said Kate waving as her husband and son drove off on their weekend fishing trip.

She waited impatiently for them to drive out of sight before spinning around and racing into her house. The belt on her short robe came loose as she ran into the house, but Kate didn’t care. She had one thing on her mind and that was getting her son’s best friend’s cock inside her again. Tyson’s teenage black cock had taken her to sexual highs she hadn’t known possible and she thought about it constantly. She dreamed about him the night after they had fucked. She was thinking of his cock last night while her little dicked husband rutted on top of her until she pretended to orgasm. Most of all, she was thinking about sharing her bed with Ty for the entire weekend. A young bull like Ty could probably get it up for her a dozen times before her had to go home Monday.

Kate ran up the stairs, large breasts leading the way, her yellow robe flapping behind her like a cape. She didn’t glance at the family pictures hanging on the wall nor did she glance at her wedding picture. When she reached the second floor and the master bedroom, she let the robe drop to the floor completely.

Kate walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on to let the water warm up before turning back into the bedroom to grab her phone. They’ve left for the WE. Can’t wait to C U again stud! XOXO, she typed onto the phone before sending the message off to Tyson. She was sure the young black teen was as eager to get his wonderful cock in her again as she was to have it inside her. Her thighs were going damp in anticipation just thinking about him.

Kate slipped into the shower and let the hot water run over her body. She couldn’t get the image of Ty’s cock out of her brain. The hard nubs on her nipples were throbbing just as her pussy throbbed along with her pulse. Her heart was beating so fast she could hear it in her ears. Fucking her son’s friend had awakened something in her that she hadn’t felt since she was a teenager. Even as she ran her soapy hand down her flat tummy and over her strip of pubic hairs, her fingers slipped into the wet folds of her pussy trying to satisfy her needs. She bit her lower lip fighting the urge to satisfy herself, knowing that soon she’d have a tool much more capable of satisfying her then her thin little fingers.

Kate forced herself to focus on the shower, washing her hair and body with scented soaps. She wanted to smell good for her young lover. She expected this would be the first of many showers this weekend. Ty’s huge testicles were filled with more cum then her husband could ejaculate in a year. Sex with Tyson was a messy proposition yet she wanted him to cover her body with his seed. She hoped he would remember to bring condoms sized for her formidable cock. He’d cum so much in her husband’s small sized rubber that it had looked like a water balloon and been quite painful as it inflated inside her womb.

Kate finished her shower and dried her luscious body. She dried her long black hair. Dry, it was graying, but wet it looked darker making her look younger than her forty years. She noticed the light on her phone was flashing. She grabbed her glasses and checked it hoping it was a message from Ty. It was.

On my way. Gonna fuck you all WE long Mrs. H. He concluded it with an ASCII symbol of a long hard penis: 8=====D. Crude, she thought. Not like Ty at all, but the boy must be eager. She’d better hurry.

Kate walked over to her drawer and pulled out the little box. The lingerie had been a honeymoon present from her husband and she hadn’t worn it since. Her breasts were a prouder DD back then, but her heavier EE breasts still fit in the cups. The material was sheer and her entire areola were clearly visible as was her pubic strip through the panty. The sheer lingerie was purplish, the nylons were darker with purple rims, toes, and heels. She pulled the one up her long leg. It stopped at mid-thigh. It didn’t have a garter to hold it up, but then she didn’t need it. Kate wasn’t even sure why she was putting it on, she didn’t expect it to be on her body for very long. She hadn’t primped this much for a man in nearly fifteen years.

DING DONG!

The doorbell startled her. Dammit! She’d told Ty to use the back door. She didn’t want any nosy neighbors to see him, but the young black man had been a common sight at her house since he was ten years old. No one would be suspicious of him stopping by her house.

Kate opened the door, standing away from the entrance to keep any of her neighbors from seeing her nearly nude body. “Well, hello stud,” she purred posing sexily. “OH SHIT!” she cried when she finally saw who was at her door. She crossed her arms over her chest, but failed to cover her oversized breasts. The man in her doorway wasn’t Ty, but his father. “Mr. B… Brown, what are you doing here?”

Jerome Brown looked much like an older version of his son. He towered over her, one hand hooked in ratty sweats, the other hand holding a brown paper bag up to his face as he drank deep from the bottle hidden inside. He wore a stained white tee shirt, the black arms coming from the sleeves had bulging biceps larger than his son’s. He lowered the drink from his mouth revealing his white goatee. The hair on his head was still dark for a fifty-year-old man, but the sides were gray with stripes that made him look distinguished. His dark eyes looked in her the face moving down to her soda can sized areola, the nipples, poking out through the sheer bra, hard from thinking about his son’s cock. His eyes shone with approval, moving down her belly resting a second on the pubic strip beneath her panty before moving down to her nylons and back up to her breasts. “I’m here for the whore who been fucking my son,” he growled.

Kate’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t look him in the eyes and glanced away demurely. “I don’t know what you mean,” she lied.

Jerome leaned on her door jam, glaring down at her. “Don’t lie to me, slut.” He said harshly.

Kate’s body started to tremble and she fought to remain still and calm. No one had ever spoken to her like that before. Yet, the lingerie made her feel like a slut. Yet, she was wearing it not for her husband, but for her son’s best friend whose huge cock had her lusting after it again like a bitch in heat. She was a slut. “I’m not a slut,” she whispered.

Mr. Brown snorted. He held up his phone, no not his phone, but Tyson’s. She saw the picture from twenty years ago of her lips wrapped around her husband’s penis. The video that Tyson had used to blackmail her with. “Can’t say I blame you for seducing ma boy, seeing how pathetic your husband’s penis is,” said Jerome.

Kate’s cheeks flushed red. “Tyson stole that from my bedroom and tried to blackmail me into sex, but I refused,” she yelled angrily wagging her finger at him before clamping her mouth shut and hoping she hadn’t attracted the attention of any of her neighbors.

“You as big a lying whore as my ex-wife,” said Jerome. He was sneering at her. Kate couldn’t believe this big lying negro drunk was treating HER like he was superior to her. He flipped the image and Kate gasped in horror. Tyson had snapped a picture of her on her knees sucking his giant black cock. He flipped it again and there was a video. Brown held it right in front of her face. “Fuck me Ty. I love your big cock,” said her voice coming from the phone.

Kate’s hand came up to cover her lower mouth as she stared at the video that clearly showed her and Ty on the bed. Oh no Ty, what have you done,” she thought. She sighed resigning herself that this was going to cost her some savings. “What do you want? Money?” she asked. “How much?” And how would she explain it to John? Invent a gambling problem?

Brown snorted and leered at her. “It’s not what I want, whore.” He paused. “I’m here to give you what you want. A weekend fucking some dark meat. Not get dat white ass upstairs.”

Kate stepped backwards away from him in horror. “No,” she gasped. Ty may have blackmailed her, but he was a young handsome really fit black man and previously he’d always been respectful and polite to her. Mr. Brown was actually rather handsome and had bigger muscles then Ty, but he was older then she was, an unkept smelly slob and even worse in her eyes, a drunk. She found him disgusting and he certainly wasn’t polite and respectful. Kate spun around before she tripped over the lower step upstairs. She began to climb the steps giving him a great view of her bare ass cheeks as the flexed with each stair she climbed. She passed the picture of her happy family.

Kate heard the older black man guzzling at his bottle. He gasped afterwards and said. “This is yo lucky day. Tyson’s just a boy. He don’t know how to treat a woman like you yet.”

Kate had never been called names before. Her nipples throbbed beneath the bra. She passed her wedding picture. How dare he treat her like some slut. She felt a weird fluttering in her stomach.

“I’m gonna show you what a real man has to offer.”

Kate heard his heavy footstep on the first stair as he began to climb. Mr. Brown was so dominant and forceful, so unlike her rather timid husband who let her make all the decisions to avoid conflict.  A fresh dampness formed between her legs soaking the bottom of the thong panty. Kate reached the top of the stairs and walked into her bedroom.

“Lose the bra,” he ordered, following her.

Kate unhooked it and let her top fall to the floor. She spun around embarrassed by how swollen her areola and nipples were.

“Dems some big ass white titties,” he said crassly, gazing at them with lustful approval.

Her breasts had always attracted a lot of attention from men, especially when she wore a bathing suit to the pool or beach and one Halloween she’d shown them off in an Elvira costume. Most of the time, the attention annoyed her, but lately after being with Tyson and seeing his dad stare at them, she felt some shameful pride in them. “What do you want?” she asked, trying to sound like she wanted to get this over with. She did want to get this over with. Hell, Jerome Brown was a nearly fifty year old alcoholic, maybe he’d have erectile trouble and leave embarrassed.

“Let’s give you a taste of some cock,” he said, pulling his shirt off.

Kate was a bit taken aback by how impressed she was with his chest. John had a bigger gut then Jerome Brown had. Brown was all muscles and abs much bigger than his son’s. He was hairy compared to the smooth chested Tyson with a lot under his navel, running up really hard abdominals and spreading across his broad chest. She didn’t care for chest hair, but it looked good on Jerome making him look a little beastly. He put his hands on his hips, one still holding the bottle of booze. Kate knelt before him, crinkling her nose at the stench of alcohol from the bottle. She grabbed his sweats and slowly pulled them down. She crinkled her nose again as his underwear appeared. At some point they’d been white, but they were so dirty now with yellow stains and wispy pubic hairs stuck out through holes in the top. She wondered if he’d be as big as his son. Her eyes widened in surprise as his pants slid down his thighs and she saw the absolutely immense size of his bulge.