CC3 Update some ending vignettes with a few more to come

Jenny Summer was nearly blind in the fog as she made her way past some tents when she bumped into a hard wall of a black man. Strong hands grabbed her shoulders. “There you are babe,” said Coach Black.

“C-coach! I got tired of waiting for you.” Guilt consumed her as she looked up at her boyfriend.

“I left as soon as I got your text, but I bumped into someone,” said Black feeling guilty.

 “Sorry, I came as fast as I could.”

Jenny’s eyes narrowed. He looked a little shamefaced and she wondered who exactly it was he’d bumped into? “You texted me remember?”

Black paused confused. He was about to deny it, but he remembered Kitty borrowing his phone. “Yeah, I did,” he said. “Well, lets go. Site 13 is this way.” He took her hand and pulled her deeper into the campground.

Jenny dug her heels in. “Uh… can we just go back to your place?”

Black’s eyes narrowed. He glanced down the row of campsites some with tents some without. He couldn’t see as far as site 13 in the fog, but he wondered who was in there that Jenny didn’t want him to know about. “Sure babe,” he agreed.

“Let’s walk by the lake. There might be more light reflecting off the water.”

This time it was Coach Black that dug his heels in not wanting to bump into Susan Dupree. “Lets just cut through straight to the parking lot.”

Black led Jenny through the mist. After his work out with Susan, he was surprised how swollen his cock was at the thought of getting into Jenny again back at his condo. She seemed just as eager and he was pretty sure she’d been well fucked earlier. Had Kitty set them up? Was the little bitch trying to break him and her mother up? If so he was going to need to discipline the little hussy.

A drunk white boy stumbled out of the bushes in front of them. Black caught him with one hand and steadied him. “Watch where you’re going, Mr. Parker.”

Lewis Parker looked up. “Coach Black,” he seemed confused to see the gym coach at a senior party. “Coach Summers?” Now he seemed even more confused. His eyes automatically fell to her bosom and then to her white hand clasped to Coach Black’s big black hand. Lewis couldn’t help the look of disgust that crossed his face seeing this act of intimacy between a white woman and black man. Both teachers noticed. “I’m looking for the tents.”

“That way,” said Jenny. Lewis was in the pothead clique and called Lewis the Loser by a lot of the students. He was dating Melissa Johnson who was plain by Coxville standards but would have been the most beautiful girl in any high school outside of Coxville.

Lewis glanced at their hands again and stumbled off. “Holding hands with a nigger,” he muttered drunkenly.

Black’s hand relaxed its grip on hers as the huge black man turned after the drunk stoner. “Don’t,” whispered Jenny. “He’ll get what’s coming to him.” She smiled remembering she’d heard Melissa and Andy Gooch fucking earlier. “Lets just get back to your place. I want to do a lot more than hold hands with a nigger.”

“And so, you shall, Mrs. Summers.”

**********

A lot more was going on in Coxville that night:

And now… WCOX Action News with Major Peters and Anita Blackman.

“I’d swear those two are fucking,” said Jeff, sipping his nightly beer and he laid back in his recliner. Jeff was 65 and bald. He’d been a husky youth when he was physically active, but had gained weight over the years. He and his wife lived in Moorcock Mill in Eastern Coxville and were watching the nightly 11:00 news out of Coxburg, the only local station.

“What dear?” asked his wife, Charlene. She was 62 and like most Coxville women looked twenty years younger. Her hair was still mostly red and her EE breasts were still proud and firm, but had become crisscrossed with blue veins in recent years. She was looking at some pictures of her grandkids that their daughter had just emailed.

“The anchors, I’d swear they were fucking. Look at the way, she’s staring at him. She’s even twirling her hair for fuck’s sake.”

“Nonsense dear,” she replied. “I went to Phineas J Cox High with Anita’s mother. That whole family is as racist as you are. Besides, she’s married to Little Dickie Blackman. She’s so racist, I didn’t think she’d take Dickie’s surname.”

“Who?”

“You know, Dickie Sr’s son. Little Dickie inherited WCOX when his dad died. He got married to Anita two years ago. They had a little girl last year.”

“That’s right, she was pregnant last year and off on maternity leave for a while.”

“Yeah, so there’s no way she cheating on Little Dickie with her black co-anchor. Besides, the weather girl is staring at him the same way.”

“Ginny… Ginny…?” said Major trying to get the weather girl’s attention.

“OH! Sorry, I’m Ginny Talia with the weather. “We’re getting reports of unseasonable fog this evening localized to the Lake Cox region. No reports of the fog reaching as far as Tittsville, but anyone driving in the region should keep their eyes out for patchy fog. I’ll be back twenty minutes past the hour with your weekly forcast. Back to you… Major.” Ginny blushed, staring at the black anchor.

Major Peters winked at her and turned his attention back to the camera, a broad white smile across his face. “In local sports, The Coxville Cocks defeated the Tittsville Titans with rising Cocks’ star Samson West throwing the winning…”

“Yeah, there’s no way they’re both doing him,” said Jeff before belching.

“Yes dear,” replied Charlene. “I’m sure they’re just good friends and have a lot of chemistry on air. The races don’t mix in Coxville.” No matter how hot the black man, she thought, staring at Major Peters. Charlene felt her vagina growing wet looking at the fit form of the handsome news anchor. She glanced over at her large unattractive husband then down at the email she’d gotten from her daughter. She clicked a separate window and stared hungrily at LD’s massive porn star cock. Another quick glance at her husband showed her that Jeff wasn’t paying any attention to her. She started typing in her credit card info. Christmas was coming up and she always bought herself something as a treat. She just didn’t think she would wait until Christmas to try out her Long Dong Dildo.

**********

Floyd’s Barbecue was still slightly crowded even though it was late in the evening. Stacy looked around. She and Hugh were getting stares, but she was enjoying herself and didn’t care.

“How’s your sandwich?” asked Hugh, eating some coleslaw.

“Great as always. I love pulled pork.”

“Maybe later, but how’s your sandwich?” Hugh grinned at her.

“Maybe later, provided you stop being such a ham.”

“I’m not sure I can,” he answered, “But if we did, I’d have you bacon for more.”

She snorted, then covered her mouth in embarrassment. God, she liked this white boy. “How’s your chicken?”

“Juicy and delicious. I like to start with the breast and work my way down to the thigh.”

Stacy smiled again. “Where have you been?” My whole life, she thought. “I mean, you’re new this year, right?”

Hugh looked hurt. “We’ve gone to school together since kindergarten.” She looked stunned. His hurt expression changed to a mischievous grin. “Just kidding. This is my first year at Coxville. I live down South of the lake near Beaverlick. Most of my brothers and sisters were homeschooled, but I wanted the high school experience. I went to Tittsville last year, but then they changed the boundary lines so I’m thrilled to be here in Coxville.”

Stacy raised her eyebrows. “You like Coxville?”

Hugh reached out and put his hand over hers. “I really like Coxville,” he replied. “Now tell me about yourself.”

Stacy Brown’s brown cheeks were turning black she was blushing so hard. His question confused her though. “What about me?”

He seemed taken aback. “Tell me about yourself. What do you like to do? What’s your favorite movie? You know.”

Stacy didn’t know. Never had a black boy asked her that question. They only talked about themselves, sports, how good they were at sports, and how big their cocks were. Stacy thought about it for a moment and began to tell Hugh Cox everything about her except about how she was considered the football team’s go to girl for sex. Barely more then a month at school, he might not even know about her reputation. Which would mean… that he really did like her!

Afterwards, she was somewhat silent as he drove her home. “Up there,” she said, pointing.

“Nice place,” he answered, parking on the street. The Brown’s lived in a nicer middle-class neighborhood that was maybe a third black. “Well goodnight Stacy Brown.” He leaned over.

Stacy stared at him. He’d become better looking in her eyes over dinner. She leaned into him and they kissed. Neither broke the kiss and it grew more passionate with their tongues dueling furiously. “Wow,” she grunted when they finally broke the kiss.

“Wow yourself,” he replied. “Can I see you again?”

Stacy felt a fluttering in her stomach. “Yes,” she said softly. “I’d like that.”

“I’d like to see you before then, but do you have a date for the Halloween party?”

“No,” she muttered. Her plan was to go alone dressed like a slut and see who fucked her.

“Let’s go together then? Your Grandfather okay with you dating a white boy?”

“Of course, I’ll go with you and Pop Pop will just have to live with it.” He wouldn’t be happy, and neither would her mother.

“Good night then. I’ll call you.”

“Good night,” said Stacy, getting out of his car. Before she closed the door, she bent down. “Walk me to the door?”

“Of course,” said Hugh. He turned his car off and got out. She took his hand and squeezed it. He squeezed back, but instead of the front door, she led him around back to a screened in porch. The porch had some chairs, a hammock, and a love seat.

Stacy turned and leaned up a little to kiss him again. Hugh seemed surprised when her hand fumbled with the zipper on his jeans. Stacy was surprised also when she slipped her hand inside.

Hugh had a nice plump cock. “Promised you a pulled pork, remember?” she said, kissing him again, while her hand stroked his rapidly swelling shaft. Hugh Cox had a penis as large as a small black cock. Stacy kissed him and knelt. “Nice,” she said, staring at his ten-inch penis while she jerked him off. It wasn’t a monster nigga cock, but it was something she could work with. At this point, she liked him so much she would have dated him if it was a small five inches, but she was so thrilled to see a decent sized penis on a white boy, she leaned forwards and took the head in her mouth.

Hugh gasped as she started sucking him. This wasn’t his first blow job, but it was quickly becoming the best. He was also thrilled she seemed happy with his size. He hadn’t ever given any thought to penis size until attending Tittsville last year. His dick was on average twice the size of any male student there. Word got around, and he’d dated three students, but had gotten a little nervous when a teacher and one of his girlfriend’s mothers started openly coming on to him. He’d been glad to switch high schools, but then he’d seen what truly big monster cocks were in the form of the black teens at Coxville High.

Stacy wasn’t new at this either. She easily swallowed his entire cock down her throat and was sucking all the way up to his head. “Uh… getting close,” he warned her. Unlike, his previous girlfriends, they didn’t spit his cock out. Stacy pulled her head back until the tip was in her mouth and started stroking him. She wanted him to cum in her mouth! His cock jerked, and he watched her smooth brown cheeks puff out before deflating as she willingly swallowed his seed down. Her throat made sounds of contentment as she gulped his cum down. “That was… amazing, but you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” she said, standing. Stacy suddenly felt like a slut again and fought back tears. He’d think that she’d blown him just for buying her dinner! Of course, he would, she was Downtown Stacy Brown after all. Hugh pushed her back and down on the love seat. Here it comes, she thought. He’s going to fuck me without asking and then only call her when he wanted a quick fuck. Hugh surprised her again.

He kneeled between her legs and grabbed the hem of her tight jeans. She raised her hips as he struggled to pull them down off her tight body. She laughed when he wiped his brow after tossing her jeans aside. She understood, it was quite the workout for her wiggling out of them too. He turned his attention on her little white panty, staring at it hungrily. Was he actually going to eat her pussy? “You don’t have to,” she told him, though she wanted it badly. Black men rarely ate pussy. Foreplay to most of them was you sucking their cocks.

“Oh, I want to, girlfriend,” he replied. “Besides, you did me, now it’s only fair that I do you.” She raised her hips as he pulled her panty off. Seconds later Hugh’s head was between her legs.

Stacy stroked his hair, raising her hips into what was turning out to be a pretty skilled prehensile tongue. His hands caressed her sides running up and over her belly. She lifted the white top up exposing her bare breasts. His hands found them, fingers teasing her nipples. She moaned humping his tongue faster until she came all over his tongue.

Stacy was still catching her breath when she realized he wasn’t stopping. One hand left her breast and soon two fingers were working their way in and out of her pussy while his tongue flickered over her swollen brown clit. “YYessss,” she moaned, cumming again. Her orgasm poured down his fingers, soaking his hand. He pulled his fingers out. She smiled down at him. He was looking up at her, his nose above her curly black pubes, eyes staring up her undulating belly, over her breasts and into her brown eyes. “Thank you,” she groaned. He planted a kiss on her pussy lips before standing up.

“That was great,” he said, his eyes staring in awe at her flawless brown skin. His cock was sticking out again.

Stacy stared at his iron hard white cock. “That’s not fair,” she muttered.

“What’s not?” he frowned.

She reached up for his penis. “You gave me two orgasms and I only gave you one. We have to make this big cock cum again.” She spread her legs and pulled him down into her.

“Well I’m not arguing with a lady,” he said, burying his cock into her pussy.

Both Stacy and Hugh moaned with delight as he entered her. They kissed again while he seesawed his hard-white cock in and out of her. The position was a little awkward, so he had to break the kiss. He stood, leaning over the couch as she raised her hips up into his cock. Stacy kissed his chest, before letting her tongue lick over his nipple. She almost screamed for him to fuck her, but they weren’t fucking. This was more intimate. This was something better. “You feel so good inside me Hugh,” she whimpered. “I’m cumming again.”

“Oh great,” he moaned, laughing even as his great cock worked itself in and out of her. “We’re never going to be even.”

“Nope,” she laughed. “Here comes another one.” She wrapped her legs around him tightly and held still while she trembled all over his cock. She relaxed her legs and he started moving again.

“Your so hot,” he groaned, staring down at her. Stacy couldn’t tell if he was talking about her pussy or her looks or both. “I’m gonna cum Stacy. Is it safe? Please tell me it’s safe?”

“It’s safe,” she said in disbelief. He actually cared.

“Good,” he moaned. Hugh pushed his cock in up through her cervix and gave her black pussy it’s first dose of white seed, but she hoped it wouldn’t be her last. His squirting cock triggered another orgasm, one larger then all the others. He gasped. “Thank god, I wanted to cum in you so bad.”

“It felt great when you did, but it made me cum again. I still owe you three orgasms.”

He laughed and slowly pushed himself up, slowly because he wanted to watch his cock gradually exit her pretty brown pussy. It fell out with a plop and some of his seed followed. “I’d better go,” he said, and she could see his reluctance. He didn’t want to fuck her and go.

“Yeah,” she said, watching him dress. She pulled the skimpy white top off over her head and sat back on the couch naked. “I need to sneak in.”

“You’re not going to dress?”

“You saw how hard it was getting those jeans off. Try putting them on.” She laughed and he smiled back.

Hugh pulled his shirt on. His eyes never left her. “God Stacy, you’re making me hard again. You’re just so… beautiful.”

Stacy wanted to cry with joy, she was so happy. She lifted herself off the couch and embraced him. They kissed again. His hands fell down to her firm brown bubble but and squeezed as they kissed. He wasn’t lying, she could feel his bulge swelling as it pressed against her belly.

A light came on inside the house. “Get out of here,” she kissed, startled.

Hugh turned and opened the screen door. “Call you tomorrow,” he told her before slipping around the side of the house.

Stacy sat down and looked outside at the moon and the stars. She’d never felt this happy before.

**********

                                               

Jesus, he’s pathetic, she thought. Lars was on his knees, grabbing her thighs. “Please, please, don’t break up with me,” he begged. He pulled her tight. His lips found her belly, kissing her stomach, her bellybutton. He slowly rose as he pushed her top up, kissing her nipples over the bra.

Amber couldn’t help but moan as his hands fumbled with the hook on her bra. He let the bra fall down, kissing her nipples again. They were back to normal, inverted, and flat. She felt no desire for her boyfriend anymore. “Sorry Lars,” she told him sympathetically. “I’m with Stubby now.”

Amber pulled her top back down but left her bra on the floor. She crawled out of the tent.

Lars grabbed his head and fell to the ground wailing before scrambling up and flying out of the tent after her. He’d never been so distraught in his life. How had the happiest night of his life turned into the worse?

Before he’d even spotted Amber, he slammed into a tree and fell hard on his ass. “Oomph,” he exhaled. Lars shook his head and looked up but didn’t see a tree. It was a powerfully built black man leering down at him. Amber was laying her head on his shoulder. “Amber, please?” he begged for the last time.

“Sorry little man,” said Stubby, “but me an yo ex girlfriend are gonna use the tent for the rest of the night. Got a problem with that?”

Lars shook his head.

“I didn’t think so.”

Lars was still sitting. He turned and looked over his shoulder as Stubby knelt and crawled into the tent. Amber followed him. She stood up on her knees and pulled her top off over her head. Stubby followed suit, walking on his knees to hiss her. He opened his eyes, looking over Amber’s shoulder out of the tent towards Lars. He whispered something in her ear.

The last thing Lar’s saw of his girlfriend that night was her turning and walking on her knees towards the entrance to the tent. She reached out slowly pulled the zipper down. He stared at her breasts for the last time, noticing that her nipples were sticking out, hard and proud.

**********

Lewis Parker’s eye twitched as he bent to open his tent. He couldn’t believe Mrs. Summers was fucking that nigger football coach. She’d been one of his jerking off fantasies forever. One time, in her health class, a button on her blouse had come open without her knowing it and every boy’s eyes in her classroom spent the hour trying to catch glimpses of her bra. He’d shot the best load of his life into one of the school toilets after that class. So worth the detention he’d gotten from Mrs. Blackwood for being late to her class.

Lewis sniffed. He could smell the hint of marijuana coming from the tent. He grinned. Looks like Melissa had scored getting some pot from that nigger stoner Andy Gooch. It also looked like she had smoked it all herself. His girlfriend was laying nude on the sleeping blanket. Her head was propped up on a pillow and she had a lazy contented smile on her lips.

Missy Johnson wasn’t your typical Coxville hottie. Sure, she had the body and breasts of any native, but she didn’t dress to display her charms, nor did she use much makeup. When a Kitty or Patty or Coach Summers or Nurse Swallows was around, Missy was almost invisible, and she liked it that way.

Missy was a little weird. She dressed in low baggy jeans, blatantly wore a tee shirt with a pot leaf on it with a jean vest over the shirt that she could button up when one of the teachers came down on her. Her wallet was connected to her belt by a metal chain, she worse fingerless gloves with her nails painted black, five piercings in one ear, and a red gem piercing in her nose. She kept her hair dyed dark black in a short pixie cut that even Lewis rarely saw because an ever-present knit cap covered her head down to her ears. Even now, that cap was the only thing she was wearing as she stretched contentedly in her sleep.

Lewis liked that she covered up for he considered her breasts to be their little secret. They were a perfectly rounded EE, more Coxville mom sized then Coxville High. Not that unusual, but her areolae were nearly non-existent. Her nipples on the other hand were over an inch long and the diameter of a quarter. They were sticking out now, fully erect. Looking at her now, marijuana moved down to the second most thing he wanted at that moment.

Lewis had been horny all night. His stiff prick had ached in his pants and he’d considered yanking it out for some air when he was hidden in the thicker parts of the fog. He slid out of his pants. Lewis kept his underwear on for the moment. He thought of waking her. Missy liked sucking his prick. Mostly because her few female friends thought it was disgusting, so Melissa just had to do it and tell them all about it. She even liked swallowing his cum. His dick throbbed at the thought of one of her blow jobs, but her decided to surprise her.

Lewis crawled over and ran his tongue over one of those huge nipples that he loved so much. She groaned, writhing a little and spreading her legs wider open. He flickered his tongue over it before sucking it into his mouth. Her back arched forcing his lips into her breast flesh. He swore the tip of her nipple pushed against this uvula they were so long. Lewis moaned, kissing down her breast and over her ribs. He kissed her stomach, letting his tongue rim out her belly button. She didn’t care for this normally, but in her drunk stoned state, it seemed she was getting turned on. She was squirming now, opening her legs wider as one of her hands found his head pushing him down.

He slid his tongue down under her navel to the top of her pubes. She never trimmed her bush. It was wild and hairy, thickly blonde. Not for the first time, he wondered what Melissa would look like if she dressed sexy and didn’t dye her hair. She’d probably rival Kitty Summers in looks. He licked around her inverted blonde pyramid moving downwards.

Melissa’s pussy smelled funny.

It wasn’t bad just different, almost familiar. He couldn’t quite place it. His tongue twirled around her clit, moving down between her folds. She tasted different too. She was also very aroused for she thrust her pussy up into his mouth forcing his tongue inside her. He licked faster, proud of himself for turning her on so much. She’d never been this wet, her arousal was pouring into his mouth. The more Lewis tasted the more he wanted. He lapped at her pussy with gusto as Melissa began humping his tongue.

“Oh Andy,” she moaned.

Damn, Andy must have sold her some good shit, thought Lewis. Her body was tensing up. Melissa’s hands were grabbing her own tits, squeezing her nipples. Once again, he felt proud of himself. He’d never seen her so sexually charged. She let out a grunt and came on his tongue. Her contractions forced out even more of the thick fluids causing him to lick even faster which prolonged her orgasm. There was so much of it he had trouble swallowing it all. Her ass finally fell back to the sleeping bag as she came down from her orgasm.

Melissa finally opened her eyes and smiled at him, but the smile faded. “Oh, it’s you,” she said, dismissively.

“Duh! Who’d you think it was?” Lewis sat up and yanked his tighty whitey’s down. His dick was as hard as he’d ever seen it. He was so swollen, he feared it might pop at any moment. Still, he’d never seen it so large and was quite proud of it at the moment.

“You’re so little,” she said, staring at it. It was sticking out over her pubes now.

That hurt. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing and aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Fuck,” he muttered, watching his prick twitching. The grape-sized head looked like it might pop at any moment. He reached for his pants and took out a condom, ripping the packet open in hs hurry to bury his dick in his girlfriend. Alas, it was not meant to be for the second he grabbed his shaft to steady it, the head shot a wad of cum that left a trail from her navel to her pubes. “Fuck,” he said again, a little embarrassed. He’d done something similar the first time they’d had sex, but his stamina had been steadily improving since the summer. He’d never cum so much before though.

“Good job,” she said, sarcastically.

“You’re in a bitchy mood,” he told her. Lewis reached for his pants again, pulling out a small pack of tissues. “How much you get from that nigger?”

“Just a joint. It’s mostly gone.”

“Fuck,” he said. This just wasn’t his day. He used a tissue to wipe his sperm off her belly. “He take all your cash? I really want a high.”

“I didn’t pay him in cash.”

“How’d you pay him then?” he asked. Lewis caught a whiff of his semen from the wet tissue. That was the familiar scent he’d smelled earlier! Missy was smiling as she spread her legs open wide giving him a better view of her in the dim light. Her pussy was splayed open, clit as swollen as he’d ever seen it. Worse, was the steady trickle of white leaking from it to form a pool on his sleeping bag.

Lewis felt sick to his stomach even as he lowered his head back down to her pussy wanting more.

**********

The two black brother’s jaws were open as they watched the sexy blondes kiss. Elin was a little ashamed that she was getting into it so much. Kitty was pretty much a bitch, but her soft body and lips felt really good and she’d enjoyed licking her pussy. Kitty wasn’t responding quite as much and she kept glancing over at Samson as if she were only doing it to get him worked up.

They broke the kiss. “You sure you want me to stay away from Coxville?” Elin smiled at her.

“Yes,” said Kitty without hesitation. “I don’t want to see any of your Tittsville sluts in Coxville sniffing around our men.”

“Fine bitch,” she sniffed.

“Come on,” grunted Herc, grabbing her arm when it looked like the girls might come to blows again. “I’ll take you home.”

“This is your car?” she asked, crinkling her nose.

Hercules glowered at her. “Just get in.” His car was a used rather rundown Dodge. He’d dreamed of having a brand new Jaguar every year when he was earning big money with the NFL or at least something almost as nice he’d gotten as a signing bonus for some college. Those plans had been ruined when Jenny Summers got him kicked off the football team for bad grades.

“Watchin you and Kitty kiss, got my junk all hard again. You know what to do.”

Elin nodded and leaned over undoing his pants. “Just be careful okay?” She looked out the windshield at the fog. It was pretty dense here and the way the moon was lighting it up only made it harder to see. “Go as slow as you need to.”

Elin bent down and fished her new favorite thing out of his pants. She was still in awe of black cock. Nothing in her experience had prepared her for anything like this. She bent over and started sucking the head. She was bobbing over half his shaft when she felt the car jerk and speed up. She pulled off. “Watch it.”

“Fog just cleared up. It was only around the lake. I could probably drive with the headlights off the moon’s so bright.”

“Well don’t,” she said before going back to sucking his cock. She took her time, showing the big black shaft the respect it deserved. She wanted Hercules to think of her when he got his cock sucked and more importantly, she wanted him coming back for more and maybe even bring his brother again. There was no way Elin Lindquist was going back to white boys when there were cocks like this.

His cock swelled and began pumping seed down her throat. She pulled back, letting him fill her mouth so she could taste him. His cum was so hot and thick and tasted so good. She stroked the shaft, licking the last pearl off the tip before sitting back up. “Hey! We’re almost in Tittsville!” she said with surprise. Tittsville was a good hour drive along the Eastern shore of Lake Cox. It would take Hercules another ninety minutes to an hour to get home. She’d been blowing him for over a half hour.

“You really gonna stay away from Coxville?”

“I’m not sure I can. You see there’s a problem. Turn left up here.”

“What’s the problem?”

“It’s your cock.” Elin reached over. She hadn’t tucked it back into his pants. It was laying over his thigh, floppy, but still a foot long. “I can’t give this up.” She stroked and squeezed it. It swelled yet again and soon she was jerking him off. “There’s my house. Pull up out front.”

Hercules parked his car. “You aint gonna leave me hanging?”

“Never,” she replied. Elin slipped out of her clothes and was soon riding his cock yet again. She stared down lovingly into his eyes as she slowly worked her pussy over his shaft. Hercules sucked her nipples while squeezing her ass cheeks, helping to lift up and down his shaft. She was probably the first white woman to ever fuck a black man in Tittsville.

Elin came hard, slowly sinking down his shaft as he pumped yet another load of black seed into her unprotected womb. She sat on his lap, eyes closed, feeling each spurt of his cock. Her vaginal muscles, clenching and milking his cock for every drop like it was the most natural thing in the world to get seeded by such a man. She kissed him hard on his broad brown lips. “Thank you,” she whispered in his ear.

“Don’t worry,” he replied. “I’ll come fuck you whenever you want.”

Elin felt him go soft, though his immense cock still stuffed her pussy. She slowly climbed off his lap and fell back on her seat, she was so thoroughly wiped out, she struggled to get her clothes back on. “Well, I’m going to want you to fuck me a lot,” she said, pulling her top on.

“Anytime.”

“If I can’t go to Coxville, I gotta bring Coxville to Tittsville,” she stared at him. “My friends need to know about this. About black cock.”

“Yeah, they do,” he grunted back in total agreement. “I got plenty of homeboys would love some Tittsville pussy. Real men too, not boys like my little brother.”

“Give me your phone?” she asked, adding her number into it. “Give me a call and we’ll set something up. Oh yeah, and send me a picture of that thing.”

“Sure babe. Send me some nudes back.”

“Okay,” she replied. “Goodnight.” Elin slid out of the car and closed the door.

Hercules lowered the window, leaning over. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” She smiled leaning down for a kiss, but he added, “It’s a long drive here and back. What about some gas money?”

“Oh!” she said, surprised. “Sure, let me see what I have.” Elin rummaged through her little change purse. She pulled out two bills. “I have a ten or a twenty?” she said.

“That’ll do.” He grabbed both bills out of her hand. “See you soon.”

“Uh bye,” she said as he started the car. The old Dodge pulled away from her house in a cloud of exhaust.

CC3 Update Adela and Long and Patty's swim to the island

“For the love of Damballah, fuck me now, William.”

Willie Long didn’t need to be told twice. The magnificent creature that was Adela Laveau climbed onto the table and laid down on the remaining tarot cards, spreading her legs for him.

Willie stood so fast, his chair fell over. He grasped his throbbing cock and line it up with her beautiful brown pussy folds. He pushed it inside her, her lithe legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him in deeper.

“Hard,” she ordered, “Fuck me hard.”

Willie slammed his cock in and out of her as fast as his old legs could move. Adela groaned under the onslaught, cumming constantly. The old round table threatened to break beneath the two lovers. Her pussy felt amazing, hot and wet. Her muscles squeezed and tugged his shaft every time he buried it. Adela Laveau was literally built for big black cock, a descendant of Prospero Black and a voodoo queen. “Gonna cum” groaned the old black man.

Long laid down over her, head over her shoulder. His cock trembled inside her. SPURT! “They will CCOOMMEE!” she cried writhing beneath him. SPURT! “People of power,” she screamed.

SPURT! “Will she come?” he asked, groaning as he continued filling her with his seed. SPURT!

“No doubt.” SPURT! “She is the most sensitive.” SPURT! SPURT! Spurt! “She will know what is coming.” Spurt!

“Yyyyessss!” groaned Willie as his balls emptied. Spurt spurt spurt spur…

Willie weakly pulled out and pushed himself to his feet. He cupped his testicles and winced. They truly felt drained for the first time since the summoning ritual had invigorated it. Adela smiled, knowing that she had sucked him dry.

His balls still ached as he dressed, but the pain faded as his over productive testes went to work filling them again. He finished buttoning his shirt watching the beautiful black woman climb off the table. She picked up the last card, the Hanged Man and held it affectionately. He turned to the store door and unlocked it so he could leave.

“Oh William,” Adela called. He turned to glance back. “Well done.”

Willie nodded and left the store.

Tears poured down Adela’s cheeks as she stared at The Hanged Man. This card was special and different from the others. The hanged man was bearded and black. Between his legs was a giant rampant cock. She held it to her breast as she bent down to riffle through her dress until she found her phone.

Adela stood as the heavy-set voodoo woman came in and started cleaning off their reading table. Adelea dialed a number. “Adela,” said a deep voice, answering on the other end.

Adela smirked as she heard feminine whimpers of pleasure coming from the other end. “It’s time you learned about your heritage, Alexander. I’ll be having your real estate team look for suitable property for a man of your means.”

“Where are we going?”

“Coxville County,” she answered. “Not much to do there, but you’ll find the women of Coxville quite delectable for a man with your needs.”

Alexander Brooks, the powerful CEO of B.O.W. paused on the other end. “Coxville County! Where the fuck is that?”

Adela answered. “Coxville’s in Southern…”

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Pamela no longer knew who she was. For years, she’d believed she was madly in love with Todd White. Was she or did she only believe it was true because all the girls had crushes on Todd? She’d been jealous when Kitty and Todd started dating, picturing the hot couple together and fantasizing that she was with Todd only increasingly she started picturing herself as Todd, making love to the beautiful Kitty Summers.

She’d always been a tom boy. She played rough and loved sports. She had female friends and as her female friends progressed into their teen years, she started noticing stick figures turning curvy, flat chests budding and rapidly filling out into the C and D or larger cups of Coxville women. She started noticing them too much.

When Brian had asked her out, she immediately agreed. It was expected of her, a cheerleader to date a football player. She did like him though she liked playing basketball of working out with him more than she enjoyed kissing or making love to him. She went through the motions even though there was no physical or romantic attraction.

Now after the pool party, Pamela realized she did had a physical and romantic attraction to someone and that someone was Miko. I’m a lesbian, she admitted, her arms effortlessly gliding her quickly through the cold water. She’d always been physically and romantically attracted to women. She’d never felt happier than being close to Miko. The only thing that saddened her was that while Miko had responded physically, she hadn’t gotten a romantic vibe from her best friend. Miko wasn’t like her, she didn’t like girls. Pamela did. She was a lesbian and would have to accept it even if she lived in a county whose attitudes seemed outdated by about a hundred years.

To confuse the young woman even more, while she had no romantic desire for men, she did have a physical desire. To be more specific, the had a strong sexual desire bordering on an addiction to giant black cocks. She loved everything about them from their smell to the taste of their seed. Nothing in the world felt better than being fully stuffed by a big black cock as it sprayed its hot seed inside you.

Pamela shuddered wishing she’d stayed back at the tent with Miko and Deon. She not only wished she’d stayed in the tent, but she should have stayed in the tent. The mist had gotten thicker then further she’d swam. She stopped and treaded water, not exactly sure where she was anymore. She was lost.

Pamela closed her eyes and thought on her situation. The mist was cold and seemed to embarace her face, leaving a sheen of dew on her skin. Oddly, as she breathed through her nose, she thought she detected just the hint the smell of sperm on the fog. Probably still smelling Deon’s cum, she thought, wishing again that she’d stayed in the tent.

Pam was a smart girl. She should know what to do in this situation. Number one, don’t panic. She’d stood on the shore and looked out over the lake as the moon rose over the island. The moon! That was it. She opened her eyes and looked up. There it was the moon, luckily, she full and bright, it illuminated the mist around her. It was still rising and if she swam towards it, she should reach the island.

Pamela started swimming again, using the moon as her guide. When she reached slave island, it would have passed over her and she could use it as a guide back to the campground. She swam faster, picturing herself on top Miko, kissing her female lover while Deon’s powerful cock fucked her from behind.

She hadn’t swum very far when another light started guiding her. There was a fire burning near the island’s shore. It started out dim through the fog and stayed dim as the mist seemed even thicker the closer she got to the shore.

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He watched the third load of his seed sizzling as it hit the flames. Even before his cock had ceased ejaculating, her poured a little bit more of the precious Waters of Damballah on top his

sizzling semen. Fog billowed up out of the fire, the thick cloud heading off over the lake water.

He scooped a dollop of the liquid from his jar and started coating his rock hard black cock, a cock stained darker from many years of rubbing Damballah’s berries into it. His supply was getting low and with so much of the berry production going to make Alexander Brook’s special wine, it would be a while before he could get any more.

He sweated from the heat of the fire and the strain of trying not to cum again so soon. This county and this island were teeming with sexual energy on a level he’d never encountered before. The closest he’d seen before was Damballah Island or Congo Square in New Orleans where Prospero Black had seeded hundreds of women before being recaptured. Making it worse, waves of sexual energy were coming at him from all over the County. Worse even than it had the other afternoon at the library with Bobbie Sue. The strongest waves were nearby to, just across the lake, right where his fog was engulfing. A dozen or so women were being serviced by the black snakes of Damballah just a mile or so away.

He’d tested the island for its sexual energy and was stunned by the results. Alone, his seed could summon enough fog to fill a small house, but here in Coxville County the fog could cover dozens of square miles. The sexual energy in this county was building up to a point it would eventually began spilling over into the other nearby counties. Change was coming. This was proof that a god once walked this land and his ritual was now complete. He didn’t want to seed the hot fire again, he wanted to seed a hot pussy. Thinking of Sister Nancy or Bobbie Sue Kindle only made his balls ache more with a desire the cum. By the gods, the local women were magnificent. He closed his eyes and said a brief prayer.

Damballah would provide.

He opened his eyes when he heard the loud feminine gasp. The woman was lovely and dripping wet. She climbed up out of the water and stumbled along the sandy beach towards the shoreline. She wasn’t top heavy like most of the local woman, but lithe with an athletically toned body well displayed by her wet underwear. Her nipples were hard through the sport’s bra. She was staring in lust at his black hand still gliding along his rampant cock. “Are you all right,” he said, removing his hand, not out of embarrassment, but to display his size and thickness to her eyes.

She gulped and licked her lips as she stared at his organ. “Yes,” she whispered. She came to her senses and stepped back away from him a moment. He was a naked stranger after all. Her eyes left his cock and traveled up his muscular torso. They stopped on the wooden cross around his neck and the cross seemed to reassure her. “I’m fine,” she said. “Just went for a swim and almost got lost in the fog.”

“Strange night for a swim, Miss…”

“Pamela. I’ve done it a lot, though not at night. I’m at the campground across the lake.”

“Despre,” he told her. She frowned a little at the weird name. “Believe it or not, I’m a priest. What’s going on at the campground?”

It wasn’t every day you saw a masturbating priest and an impressively hung masturbating priest. Pamela stared at his cock again before turning around. The wall of fog was receding rapidly across the lake. “Coxville High’s senior bonfire. We do it once a year.” She turned back around, trying to force herself to look him in his eyes, but they uncontrollably kept getting drawn to his cock. It was close to perfection. She’d swum right into the strongest part of the fog and would be craving sex. “What are you doing here?”

“Praying,” he answered. “This island is sacred. It was inhabited by escaped…”

“Slaves,” she answered. “Yes, I know. We hear the story every February during black history month.”

“Of course,” said Despre. She licked her lips while staring at the foot-long shaft between his legs while taking a deep breath in through her nose. “Would you like a taste?”

“W-what?” she asked embarrassed, looking away from his cock.

“The jelly you’re smelling.” He dipped his finger into the jar and took a step closer. She froze, poised to flee, but held her ground. Despre stepped closer to her and rubbed his finger on her lips.

Pamela trembled at the taste, licking her lips. Her stomach fluttered with lust. Her pussy throbbed. She wanted… needed something big inside her to satisfy her. She wanted the large cock of this strange man, a cock flawless, but for patches of lighter skin near the base. It smelled like the delicious jelly she still tasted on her lips. Her arousal dripped down the sand having soaked through her wet panty. “It’s good,” she hissed through her teeth, trembling again. Pamela felt like she might cum at any moment.

“Are you a sinner Pamela?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered.

“I see the lust in your eyes, the desire you feel for my cock.”

“Yes,” she answered again. She looked down, her hand reaching out to grab his shaft. She trembled when she touched it, both from her need and her fear he might reject her touch. He said nothing, and she let her hand glide along the shaft. It was still slick from the berry jelly. The berry jelly she desperately wanted to taste again. “I can’t help it. I want your big black cock.”

“Remove your clothes and confess your sin to me as god made you.” She unhooked her sports bra as he listened intently as she told him about the pool party which he decided was the energy he’d felt during his time in the library with Mrs. Kindle. She told him of her feelings for Miko and of sharing Deon with her before she’d gone for a swim while she stepped out of her panty. Her desire dripping freely between her legs as she stood nude.

“I know it’s wrong, loving a woman while giving in to my lust for the black men. I can’t help myself, Father. I need this,” Pamela hissed, stroking his cock faster. “Am I sick?”

“My order calls our holy men Papa, not father. And no dear, you aren’t sick. You are enlightened. You have found what makes you happy. Embrace it.”

“But homosexuality is a sin. And why do I want your cock so much?”

“To deny what sexually satisfies you is to deny yourself. It doesn’t matter if that satisfaction comes from a woman or the big black cock you’re jerking off. As for your lust for my cock. It’s in your bible.”

“What?” Pamela’s knees were so weak, she felt she might fall at any moment and take his cock into her mouth.

“Ezekial 23:20; There she lusted after her lovers, whose genitals were like those of donkeys and whose emission was like that of a horse.” He raised his finger up to her lips, a large dollop of jelly covered the tip. Pamela wrapped her lips around it and sucked it clean, bobbing her head over his finger like she would over Brian’s small white penis. She stared into his dark eyes. He pulled his finger out when she’d sucked it clean. She wanted more and looked down as he dipped two fingers into the jar, slowly raising more of the delicious jelly upwards, but he stopped at her bare breasts. “It continues with the next verse. So, she longed for the lewdness of her youth, when in Egypt your bosom was caressed, and your young breasts fondled.” As he spoke, he rubbed his fingers around both nipples, coating them with the jelly.

Pamela moaned. Her nipples were already hard, but they swelled up almost painfully. They turned ultra-sensitive as his fingers flicked over them and pinched them. Pleasurable spasms ran like shockwaves from her nipples straight between her legs. He pulled his hand back, wiping the rest of the jelly off on the wet folds between her legs. She humped his finger like a bitch in heat, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing the complete strange while he fingered her to her first orgasm. She came while sucking his tongue.

Pamela lost herself with her lust, sliding down his body. She licked her way down his chest and abdominals as she squatted, kissing him on the navel before dropping to her knees. Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, tasting more of the berry flavored jelly which only made her lust for it more.

Papa Despre gasped in delight as she sucked his cock in as deep into her mouth as she could. She was out of control and sucked him like crazy. He’d been so close, that he didn’t last long. He pumped his seed down her throat, filling her belly. As she pulled back, she tasted his seed for the first time. He’d used the jelly as a testosterone rub for so many years, his semen tasted of it. She sucked him even faster, gulping his sperm down as fast as he could pump it out. His cum rapidly filled her belly twice the voluminous amount Deon’s giant balls produced.

Despre pulled her to her feet. Pamela looked stunned. Her tongue licked all over her lips seeking more of his seed or the jelly. “You want more?” he asked. She nodded. His large black hand took her petite white one and led her towards a nearby picnic table. She glanced down at the hard cock pointing the way. It hadn’t shrunk at all after cumming. If anything, it looked even more swollen in anticipation. Despre turned her and grabbed her hips effortlessly lifting her to sit on the end of the table. He scooped a small dollop of jelly from the jar and smeared it on the head of his cock before setting the jar down beside her.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded, spreading her legs as he stepped between them. His big beautiful cock reared up above her blondish brown pubes, bobbing slightly. The head glistening a dark purple as the moonlight reflected on the jelly. He stood still, doing nothing. Pamela reached down and too his shaft, guiding it downwards as she spread her legs wider. “AAhhh!” she gasped as he pushed the head inside. The jelly turned her loins into a furnace of desire.

Despre grabbed her ankles and began thrusting his hips. She watched as it worked deeper inside her. Pamela groaned in lust for this new cock, several inches smaller and not quite as fat as Deon’s, but somehow the black priest felt bigger inside her. She stared in awe as he pulled back exposing several wet inches of shaft before pushing it deeper and pulling it back out, more of his black cock soaking with her arousal. The dry area grew smaller and smaller as his pubic mound approached her pussy lips. Despre grunted and pushed his entire cock inside her. Pamela trembled and moaned, falling back on the table as her body writhed from the intensity of the biggest orgasm she’d had yet.

Despre didn’t wait for her to calm down. His grip tightened on her ankles as he began to fuck her hard and fast. She stared lovingly at him while he slammed her big cock in and out of her. He stared down at her body, watching her tits shake under the hard pounding. Occasionally, her hips would buck up into his cock as she came again. Brian would have ejaculated within minutes at the pace Despre was fucking her. Countless minutes and countless orgasms passed as she lost track of time. The full moon moved in the sky. Eventually, it hovered right behind Despre’s head illuminating him like a halo. She could see sweat glistening on his face, his entire torso. Sweat poured off Deon’s obese body when the fucked, flying off his quivering flesh. On Despre, it was sexy.

For a moment, Despre looked like he might pass out. He appeared as if in a trance, his eyes rolled up into his head as he pushed his cock in deep and held it. She could feel it jerk and then the first hot blast of seed hosed her womb. Pamela’s orgasmic scream echoed off the lake.

For Despre, everything went hazy. A ghostly image of Bobbie Sue Kindle appeared beside him naked. She was with a black man… no two, make that three black men at this very table. The librarian took all three black men worshipping their black cocks. Despre’s head bobbed looking around at more ghostly images couples fucking in sleeping bags over the years, a teen giving her boyfriend’s little white penis a blow job at another nearby table ten years ago. He looked inwards towards the island and backwards into the past. The crudely built huts rose up from the ground. Around and in them, black couples fucked and sucked constantly. Half a dozen nude black women danced erotically around a fire under the full moon, praying and beseeching Damballah to help them. They fingered themselves to orgasm while some used carved African phallic statues to bring themselves off. A matronly female walked amongst the huts, her phallic staff very familiar to the black priest. She directed certain couples to mate selecting who would breed with who. Mostly, the males with shaved heads and the largest cocks received the most buxom nubile black women.

His eyes cleared as the last of his cum filled the teenager’s womb. Despre looked down at her. Pamela was nearly comatose from the jelly enhanced orgasm. He bent down over her and kissed her nipples before moving up to kiss her numb lips. For several seconds, they remained dead, but eventually her soft lips came to life moving against his own, parting to accept his tongue into her mouth. She moaned, starting to hump his cock again.

Despre stood and stepped back until his cock pulled free. His sperm following, to pour onto the sand beneath the table. “Turn over,” he ordered.

Pamela struggled to sit up, but eventually she managed to turn over and get on all fours on the table. Despre grabbed her hips and pulled her ass down. He pushed his cock back into her, holding it inside, temporarily stemming the flow of semen from her pussy. Pam watched from the corner of her eye as he grabbed the jar off the table. Her body shook like an addict at the thought of him using more of the purple jelly on her pussy, but when it came, it wasn’t where she expected.

Her body jerked when she felt the finger on her butt hole. The tip spread the jelly around her rosebud, pressing against her sphincter until she opened for him. “Not there,” she moaned into her folder arms. “You’re too big…OHHHH!” Her ass was tingling, clenching his finger trying to pull it deeper and push it out. “YES!” she hissed. “Fuck my ass,” she begged as the fires of desire spread through her rectum. Her ass closed as he slowly removed his finger. “Please fuck me ass,” she cried as he slowly removed his cock from her pussy. She watched him dip his finger back into the jar and knew he was adding some more jelly to the tip of his cock. When the pressure returned to her sphincter, it was something much bigger then the tip of his finger pushing into her.

The jelly removed all pain from her first ass fuck. There was only pleasure and desire for more of his cock as he slowly started sodomizing her with his big black cock. Pamela came again as he fucked her ass. The orgasming forcing more of his seed to spray out from her pussy. She moaned, pushing back on the table, fucking his cock back. Soon she was shaking her ass all around his shaft fucking him back as hard as he was fucking her. She clenched her sphincter, trying to milk the sperm from his cock. It worked for soon Despre had pushed enough of his shaft into her that his balls slapped against her pussy. His cock could barely jerk, she was gripping it so tightly. It just trembled and filled her bowels with a hot liquid warmth that spread a feeling of total satisfaction through her body.

Despre pushed against her ass which seemed reluctant to release his cock as it slowly sprang free, plopping down limp. A short geyser like spurt of semen followed it as his sperm began pouring from her anus. “Thank you,” moaned Pamela, happily.

“For fucking your ass?”

“For everything,” she moaned, pushing herself up. “Especially the advice. I’m going to embrace what makes me happy.”

He pulled her to her feet off the table. “Did I make you happy?” he chuckled.

Pamela embraced him. “Yes,” she whispered. He grabbed the jar off the table and held it as he led her back to the fire. She limped and stumbled from being so weak. “Where are we going?”

“My sleeping bag. You shouldn’t swim back tonight. We can canoe back in the morning after some more fun that is.”

“Sounds wonderful, but I think I’m done for the night.” Pamela did look exhausted. “A girl can only cum that hard so many times.” Despre smirked back, letting her go when they neared the sleeping bag. She turned and looked out over the lake. The water was free of the fog, but it still hovered over the campsite where her classmates were. She thought she could make out the bonfire in the mist and the faint sounds of rap music echoed off the lake.

She turned around looking down at Despre’s cock. For the first time it looked spent, hanging down like a fat spoiled black banana. When she looked up, he was spreading a dollop of the jelly on his outstretched tongue. He dipped his finger in the jar and took some more holding the finger up to her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and he rubbed the jelly onto her tongue. She closed her eyes, licking his finger clean as the heat spread through her body reenergizing her.

Pamela lowered herself to the sleeping bag, watching the muscular black man turn and place a lid back on the jar, placing it in the sand nearby as gently as one might set an infant down. When he turned back around, his cock was rampant sticking out proudly between his legs.

Pamela opened her legs and pulled him inside as he laid down on top of her.

They fucked six more times that night.

This week

I am on the vignettes at the end of Curse 3 and should be finished soon. Editing will take some time though.

Kaos updated Lessons today. The story is at the point where Megan has agreed to practice sucking on Jamal before trying it on her husband.