1) Kaos got her 4/4 update in on the two ongoing comics.
2) I didn't get any writing in, but I will Monday and Friday of this upcoming week.
Had a comic idea that could go two ways and I'm curious what readers think would be the better.
The idea is called "The Exchange Student" and is about a family (parents, boy girl twins) meeting a French exchange student at the airport. They are surprised to see he's black and originally from a French African colony. The comic would be multiple 32 page chapters featuring the exchange student stealing the male twins girlfriend, seducing the daughter, and the mother.
Sometimes the simple story is the best.
The more complicated version would be that a black criminal sees the police at the airport and pretends to be the exchange student, surprising the family. They leave and the real exchange student is left at the airport promptly turning around and flying home. The criminal decides to hide out with the family. To tie it in with the Kaosverse, he's smuggling boob job pills and every morning slips some into the mom, daughter, and grandmother's orange juice at breakfast. He takes the son's girlfriend at a party after the son passes out. The daughter catches him masturbating, her bigger breasts making her horny for his cock. He seduces the mom at the pool, her bikini barely fits now. He tells her that in France, most women go topless anyway and unties her top. He offers to oil her up switching to her tits and getting her worked up before saying that half the beaches in France are nude, removing her bikini bottom and his suit which leads to sex. The grandmother is a fitness buff stopping by every morning for breakfast while jogging. He goes with her on the run. She pulls a muscle and he helps her home, massaging her leg and seducing her. The final chapter would be, Sledge and some other characters from the Kaosverse showing up to get the criminal just as the agency handling exchange students calls them to ask why they never picked up the French student. There's a big orgy before the black men leave, possibly taking the daughter with them to work at a Kaos Club and make pornos for them. Maybe the mom too. I might possibly add a black senior taking care of the daughter's new black cravings with Sledge and the gang being so impressed with him, they take him to.
More interesting, exciting, and ties in with the greater Kaosverse. It helps to have read my scripts for The Bikini Conspiracy 2 where I connect the series to her other comics. I'm not sure I'm going to get to this anytime soon as she has more than enough scripts to work with as it is. I also thought out two storylines for her pinups (The pinups she drew from a list I sent her BTW).
The man laid up being sponge bathed by the nurse is called Mr. Brown. I thought it be a perfect follow up to Son's Best friend's Dad where Brown gets in a motorcycle accident and the nurse slowly falls in lust for him, at first jerking him off to satisfy him, moving on to blowing him, and eventually sex as he slowly heals.
The pulled over pinup features the mayor's wife leaving a fundraiser for her husband run for Governor a little drunk and getting pulled over. She's a bitch to the black cop "Do you know who I am? I'll have your badge," etc. He gets her rant on his body camera and makes her blow him (scene from the pinup). He still wont let her drive home and takes her to a nearby run down hotel where he fucks her possibly with a little handcuffed bondage. It ends with the new governor giving him a promotion for being discreet with his wife's DUI, putting him on his wife's protection detail.
Sunday, October 8, 2017
Monday, October 2, 2017
Wendy and Dewey
Didn't think I'd get this done, but my wife is taking classes Monday nights for about four weeks. That's give me an unexpected 2 hours are so writing time each Monday night. I added a line to the previous Wendy chapter where Dewey jokes about her having to be his slave for saving her life. She took it seriously.
“If you’re playing some kind of game with me…”
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 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 but 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 bill of sales for the slaves in the family bible.”
“So? 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 a 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 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,
than 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
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 four 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 he’d 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 wants 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. He liked this game, but wasn’t sure how far she’d go.
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… no
“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.
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 pulled 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 her 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, 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. 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 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 for
life 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.”
“I think your lips are going to become very familiar with my
cock.”
“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.” 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.
Her 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 pool forming
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,” she retorted. “I’m having a great time. The
best night of my life in fact. It’s…special.”
“But he’s a nigger,” she whispered back 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 as swelled and hardened 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.
Sunday, October 1, 2017
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.
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.
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