Thursday, March 1, 2018
Part 17 posted
Part 17 of the broken down Coxville Curse 3 has been posted. I will be adding to this as I go through editing the story.
Monday, February 26, 2018
This week
Kaos got her 8 page update in for Lessons. It's up to the point Megan is nude and kissing Jamal as part pf her first lesson.
I'm slowly editing Coxville Curse 3. Won't have a lot of time this week for working on it.
I also have one more story from the author that wrote the recent E&I University story, I just can't find the time for a quick read. As soon as I get time, I'll get it posted.
I'm slowly editing Coxville Curse 3. Won't have a lot of time this week for working on it.
I also have one more story from the author that wrote the recent E&I University story, I just can't find the time for a quick read. As soon as I get time, I'll get it posted.
Wednesday, February 21, 2018
And the rest of it.
Carol
was too frustrated to sleep, and her neighbors were much too noisy. Her half
tee shirt and panties were still wet from the dampening mist and from other
things. She slipped on David’s button-down shirt before crawling outside. The
mist had mostly cleared. Only small thin patches clung to the ground in several
spots. Wendy was still moaning and gasping. It sounded like she was orgasming
constantly, but that couldn’t be possible.
The
fire had died down and Carol doubted there’d be shadow play on the side of the
tent. She ended up sitting in a chair after turning it to face their tent. Her
fingers found the buttons on the shirt and slowly worked their way down until
the shirt fell open around her body.
“God
Dewey, I don’t think my pussy can take any more.”
“Think
it’s time I had a go at those big titties,” he grunted.
Carol’s
hands slid down over her breasts, playing with them before one slid further,
down her belly and over her pubes. She gasped as her fingers found her wet
folds. Carol slowly played with herself listening to the two lovers in the
other tent.
“Squeeze
them titties together tighter,” ordered Dewey. “Alright, here it comes. Open
your mouth. AWWW FUUCCKK!”
Carol’s
orgasm exploded all over her fingers. She pulled her hand back and wiped it off
on her thigh, laying back and enjoying the cool evening air as she came down
from her orgasm. Somewhere out there had to be a white man with a big cock that
could fuck like Dewey. She stretched out, sitting back on the beach chair.
“Uh
sorry.”
Carol
jerked awake from her reverie. Dewey was standing nude at the entrance to the
tent. His short size put her eyes level with his crotch. His big black cock was
jutting straight out before him. It was at full glory, rising and falling with his
pulse and still dripping sperm. Seeing the real thing was so different from
seeing the shadow on the tent.
He
was staring at her too. He probably couldn’t tell that she’d just masturbated,
but there was a good chance the moonlight was making her wet pussy glisten. She
let him look a moment before pulling David’s shirt closed around her tits, but
her pussy was still exposed to the black man. “Sorry,” he said again. “Had to
piss.”
Carol
nodded as he disappeared into the brush. She watched him come back without
hiding the fact that she was staring at his penis. It was still sticking out,
but less rampant and bent downwards. He nodded at her and turned after entering
the tent. His cock was now dangling between his legs, deflated, but still twice
as big as her boyfriend’s. “Well goodnight,” he said, zipping the tent closed.
“Goodnight,”
she whispered back. No, there weren’t any white men with cocks like that.
She
waited a few minutes, but the sounds of sex didn’t resume. Wendy’s soft snores
started coming from the tent. Finally, thought Carol with relief. Maybe I can
finally get some sleep.
She
returned to her and David’s tent and pulled his shirt off. She lifted the
sleeping bag up and for a brief second was delighted to see his penis had
finally gotten hard again while he slept. She was still horny and… she looked
down at it again.
Why
bother, thought Carol, closing her eyes, but sleep still wouldn’t come.
**********
“Don’t
drain your pools yet, the weather will continue being unseasonably warm for at
least a couple more weeks. Back to you, Major.”
“Thanks
Ginny,” said the black anchorman.
Norman
Campbell turned the television off and set the remote back down. He stood and
stretched. Through the window, he could see his neighbor’s bedroom light was
on. He gulped knowing what would be going on through the window. Harlan
Campbell was away for a few days, leaving his wife Penny alone only she wouldn’t
be alone.
“Well
I’m going to bed,” said his wife, Jackie.
“I
think I’ll go stretch my legs and be right in,” he said.
“Another
walk? You think you’d have lost some of this.” She patted his beer gut, but it
was with affection. “Good night.”
“Good
night.” Norm waited until she’d entered the bathroom and was brushing her teeth
before he slipped out of the house.
Having
Penny living next door had turned him into a voyeur. His wife was more beautiful
in many ways, but there was something about Penny. He tits were bigger with
dime-sized inch long nipples. Her raven dark hair was kept short above her
ears. He didn’t like short hair on women, but on Penny it looked adorable. Her
ears were cute, eyes deeply penetrating, and a smile that lit up her face.
Penny
Campbell sunbathed in bikinis so small they were practically nonexistent.
Sneeking peeks through the blinds had turned into spying on her through his
binoculars. That led to him jerking off while staring at her. Then her black
gardener had ruined the moment walking around the side of the house. Penny didn’t
try to cover up while talking to the shirtless black man. Sunlight made his sweaty
fit chest glisten. She led him inside her house, probably for a glass of water,
he assumed. It was more though, a week later, he was watering his yard when
Harlan came home early looking for the gardener. That’s when Norman noticed Penny
in the bedroom window just over Harlan’s shoulder. He invited his neighbor in
for a beer before he could catch his wife cheating on him.
Norman
walked across his dark yard towards his neighbor’s bedroom window. Seeing Penny
on all fours while the black man lined his huge cock in her pussy had triggered
something inside him. He wanted to see more. Harlan left on a trip two days ago
and the gardener’s truck pulled
up to
the curb just as soon as dusk fell. The truck had come back every night since
at dusk and it was parked out there now. He’d watched her suck off the huge
nigger cock the first night. Last night had been the best, she was riding him
reverse cowgirl, facing the window, giving Norm and frontal view of her great
body and the foot-long cock she was riding. Even the man’s black balls were
monsters. She let him fill her pussy which Norm thought odd because he was sure
Penny and Harlan were trying to have a baby. Tonight, he hoped to see more.
He
got his wish.
He
slowly snuck up to the window, hearing the sounds of sex almost as soon as he
was trespassing into her yard. Slowly he raised his head and peeked in the
window. Norman’s eyes opened wide with shock and delight.
Penny
was on all fours on the bed, a beautiful side view shot of her great body with
those big dangling tits swinging under her. The gardener was behind her fucking
her at a pace that would have had Norm cumming in seconds. The shock was that
another black man was kneeling in front of Penny and she was sucking on a
nigger cock even bigger then the gardener’s.
Norm’s
dick twitched and turned hard. He was about to fish it out and jerk off when he
heard, “This is what you do on your walks?” He jumped at Jackie’s voice behind
him. “I thought I was going to catch you smoking again, but instead you’re
spying on Penny.” Jackie was starting to cry. “Do you think she’s prettier than
me?”
“No,
honey,” he pleaded. Norm was about to make his case when he saw Jackie’s eyes
go wide as she looked past him. Norm turned around a little worried that the
lover sinside had heard his wife’s eruption, but they were too busy.
“They’re
soooo biiig,” hissed Jackie in disbelief.
Inside,
Penny was standing laughing with the blacks. Her chin was covered with sperm.
The man she’d sucked walked to the foot of the bed, sat down, and held his cock
up for her. Penny straddled him and slowly sank down on his huge cock. The
gardener was stroking his cock hard again. He lined it up with her asshole and
began to push…
“They’re
so big,” said Jackie again, moving up to join Norman at the window.
**********
Jenny
slapped thighs with Black as she rode him back at the condo. She froze, letting
her orgasmic contractions spread through her amazing body until they curled her
toes. She panted, catching her breath, and started riding her black stud again.
“Work that pussy girl,” he laughed, slapping her ass.
“Oh
god Coach,” she moaned, throwing her head back. “It’s not working. Your not out
of my system. The more I fuck you, the more I want to keep fucking you. FUCK! CUMMING!”
Black
grabbed her hips while she thrashed around on his cock. “This cock is yours
whenever you want it, babe,” he said. He grabbed her tits and pulled one down
to his mouth. Black sucked one of her perfect nipples until she came again.
Then it was his turn. He bucked his hips up so hard, she nearly flew off his
cock as his sperm began filling her pussy.
Jenny
rolled off him and onto her stomach, moaning in contentment. Coach Black
smacked her ass again playfully before climbing off the bed. He took a quick
piss. She was asleep when he got back. Her ass was raised up, his sperm leaking
from her well-fucked pussy.
Black
thought he’d take a quick picture of it, but noticed her phone sitting by her
clothes before he’d retrieved him. He grabbed it and swiped it on. She had an
unread text from Harold. He opened it and read:
Please
come home. We need to talk. Please call me.
Wimp,
thought the Coach. Black deleted the email. The text under it was from him.
Meet
me in the tent on site 13.
Only
he’d never sent her that text. His brows furrowed when he thought of Jenny’s
daughter borrowing his phone to make a call. The time on the text was about
right. Little bitch had tried to pull something tonight.
Kitty
Summers needed a good spanking.
**********
Willie
Long was exhausted as he climbed into the hotel bed. “Your getting to old for
this shit,” he said, thinking of the way Adela had drained his balls. It had
been worth it though. He could have died from a heart attack that night and he’d
be content not just from the sex but from the revelations the tarot reading had
bestowed.
He
laid back in bed and took out his phone. I miss my Candy, he wrote, pressing
send. It was true to. He missed Candace Cox. He’d grown used to having her
beside him in bed. She was the best thing to happen to the lonely old man in a
long time.
His
phone rang and he answered. “I miss my Long Dong,” said Candy on the other end.
Willie
laughed. “What are you doing?”
“I’m
lying nude on the bed,” Candy replied. “I’m looking at an interesting ad on my
tablet.”
“Oh,
what for?”
“It’s
a huge black life sized dildo on LD’s website. I’m going to need it if you ever
go away again. He calls it the Long Dong too.”
“I’ll
sue him for copyright infringement. Would you think of me while using it?”
“Oh
yes,” said Candy. She flipped off the page and looked at some of Lorenzo Doyle’s
free pictures. His cock was magnificent, not as big as Willie’s, but it looked
great on the young muscular body. “I’d think of my big Willie deep in my pussy,
slowly fucking me, getting up speed.”
Long’s
cock had shot up fast. He grabbed it, stroking it. “Keep talking.”
“You’re
fucking me hard now.” Candace’s fingers were in her pussy. “I struggle, but you
hold me down. I surrender to your big black cock, cumming again and again. You’re
calling me filthy names as you fuck me.”
“Nigger
loving slut.”
“Oh!”
said Candy startled. “Yes! I’m a nigger loving slut. I’m…cumming YES!”
“Me
too,” grunted Long. He felt the sperm well up in his balls. He stared at his
cock and it swelled in his hands. The sperm erupted from the head in a fountain
of white spray.
Long
groaned, no longer thinking about Candy.
He
was thinking about his plans for her daughter and granddaughter come Monday.
To
be continued on The Coxville Curse 4
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