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 The Coxville Curse 2 Copyright 2012 by Stormbringer
   Note: The following is based upon scripts I wrote for the Pit at
Johnpersons.com.  I called them One Hot Blonde Gets a Big Black Cock Up Her
Ass and Two Hot Blondes Interracial Pool Party.  They are as yet not
illustrated.  Some sketches for the upcoming Pool Part have been posted.
   September 2009: The night of the party before the big game between the
Coxville Cocks and the Bartown Beavers.  The night when lightning destroyed
the old oak tree in front of city hall.  The night the fog engulfed
Coxville County and the shadow man came into the dreams of sleeping women.
   The old black man jerked his massive cock off as rapidly as he could. 
The rain fell so hard, it stung his bare skin.  He looked around nervously.
He could not afford to get caught, though it was unlikely.  Most of the
residents of Coxville were inside on a night like this and fast asleep
given that the midnight hour was fast approaching.  He threw his head back
and upwards into the storm, feeling the rain strike his face as he chanted:
   oh Damballah, kreyatè nan lavi yo.  lakansyèl sèpan ki la, koulèv la
nwa. plant pitit pitit ou sou peyi sa a.  Me pitit fi yo nan Èv ap
plantureu ak fètil.  Me yo jwenn rekonfòte sèvi siperyè koulèv la nwa nan
Damballah.  Pou vè yo blan nan pitit gason yo nan Adan ap kite yo vle.  Oh
Damballah, kreyatè nan lavi yo.  Muri bellys yo nan pitit fi yo nan Ev. 
Avèk pitit pitit an koulèv la nwa nan Damballah.  Ak pouvwa yo kreye nouvo
lavi sèvi ou.  Oh Damballah, kreyatè nan lavi yo.
   He did not speak Creole, but he had memorized the chant since his father
had taught it to him fifty years ago and his father before him and so on
back to Phineas Long, son of a white woman and a black slave, a black slave
that had cursed the county.
   The man stroked his cock faster, praying that it could maintain an
erection.  At 65, erections were a rare treat.  Not that he had anyone to
use his rare erections with, he'd been widowed for twelve years.  His
beloved wife had provided him but one child and that had been a daughter
and his daughter had born him one granddaughter.  Women had their own
powers and in many ways were more powerful than men, but this was cock and
seed magic and required a male.  He had no son or grandson to teach the
summoning spell to, but if all went well, there would be no need for the
spell after tonight.  The wind whipped around the old oak tree and the lit
black spirit candle he had placed at the trunk blew out.  He cursed, but
continued masturbating.  He glanced over at city hall, the old Cox
plantation, and for a spilt second swore he could see the image of a hanged
man's shadow swaying on the wall of the old building.
   The old man felt his erection growing floppy.  He cursed again,
squeezing the base of his cock to harden it, praying to Damballah that he
would not let his ancestors down.  His mind wandered back fifty years
earlier to the last time, he'd jerked off under the old oak tree.
   His father Wayne had led him the many miles from nigger town to City
hall through the dark of night.  They'd kept to the shadows for black men
wandering the town at night were always looked upon with suspicion even as
they are today.  The night had been similar, pitch black, thunder in the
distance, but the rain hadn't been as hard.  The boy watched his father
pull his hard foot long black cock out of his overalls.  He jerked it to
hardness before spitting in his hand and starting to jerk it off.  Beneath
the oak, was a lit spirit candle, a tar baby doll with a rope noose around
it's neck, and some chicken bones.  His father stared at the items as he
jerked off.  A gust of wind blew the candle out.  Wayne hissed at his son,
"Light it, boy." The boy took the candle and moved behind the tree to
shelter it from the wind.  He struck a match futilely.  Each man was so
intent on the tasks, that neither saw the police cruiser until the
headlights fell on Wayne.  The siren sounded, startling them both.  "Finish
this," shouted his father as the boy ran and jumped behind some bushes
before the police could see him.
   "Freeze you perverted nigger," shouted the Sheriff as he and his deputy
ran out of the police car and tackled Wayne.  Wayne offered no resistance,
but the two policemen beat him half a dozen times with their nightsticks.
"Look at this shit, sheriff," called the deputy.  "The boy is some kind of
witch." "You a witch boy?  You workin' with da devil, nigger?" The sheriff
hit Wayne once again for good measure.  The two cops, cuffed Wayne and
dragged his limp body into the police cruiser, before driving off the short
distance to the station.
   Wayne's son crept out from the bushes once the coast was clear.  He
still held the candle.  He lit it and sat it down at the base of the tree.
The police had taken the tarbaby, but left the bones.  The boy pulled his
cock out from his worn old trousers.  It was bigger then his fathers, half
again as long, a freak of nature.  He was but fifteen years of age and his
cock was an eighteen inch monstrosity.  His deformity had made the local
paper when he was born.  The baby with three legs screamed one headline. 
It didn't take much to make his huge black phallus hard, nor did he need to
masturbate long to cum.  The boys huge balls emptied their sperm all over
the grass beneath the tree.  He hadn't finished cumming, when there was a
huge thunderclap above him, a flash, and a large branch fell from the tree
just as he was lifted and thrown several feet away.  The boy sat up dazed,
shaking his head.  Every hair on his body stood up from his skin.  Fog was
rising up from the ground where his sperm had struck.  The fog spread,
billowing outward, unnaturally engulfing everything in it's path.  It
caressed then surrounded his body.  The boy smiled as the fog embraced him.
He smiled during the long walk home and was still smiling the next day. 
The smile didn't leave his face until the policemen knocked on his door to
inform his mother Elsie, that his father had died from a concussion
suffered while resisting arrest for public indecency.
   The old man wasn't smiling tonight.  He was struggling to cum.  So
different from the rock hard cock he'd had as a teenager and a young man.
Twenty years ago the erections had started becoming fewer and fewer, his
cock losing some of it's steel, growing floppy even in the middle of sex.
His wife had actually been somewhat relieved.  Finally, he felt the sperm
welling up in his old balls.  He was straining as rain ran down his face
and dripped from his white mustache.  Finally, he blew.  The old man hadn't
cum in years and it looked like he was blowing a years worth of semen. 
Never in his long life had an orgasm felt so good.  Sperm fanned outwards
from his floppy old cock, covering the grass beneath the old oak tree.  His
legs grew weak from the strain.  Just as he fell to his knees, the
lightning struck the tree.  This time it didn't take just a branch.  It
shattered the tree just feet from the old man.  He felt several large
splinters penetrate his skin causing him to wince with pain.  "I did it
father," he whispered.  "I did it Damballah, creator of life, the rainbow
serpent."
   The old man felt pain shoot up and down his left arm as he struggled to
his feet.  Just as it had fifty years earlier, fog was rising from the
ground where his sperm had struck it, just as it had 100 years ago when
Phineas Long ejaculated on it, and just as it had 150 years ago when
Prospero Black, the embodiment of Zombi Damballah had ejaculated on it when
the residents of the Coxville plantation had hung him for copulating with
Phineas Cox's two daughters, Betty and Samantha.
   The pain in his arm grew worse.  He clutched his heart struggling not to
fall back to the wet ground.  He didn't even have the strength to pull his
trousers back up.  What would the Coxville Times' headline say when he was
found dead here in the morning?  He watched the fog billow outwards,
expecting his heart to burst at any moment and he was ready to die, for
tonight he had fulfilled his family's purpose.
   The fog reached out to touch him and the pain stopped.  His heart rate
returned to normal.  He sobbed with joy that Damballah had gifted him with
more time on his earth.  But that was not Damballah's only gift.  The fog
caressed then embraced his limply hanging penis.  He felt his penis extend
and grow as blood flowed into it and it took a lot of blood to swell a cock
as big as his.  His erections hadn't been this hard and strong in years. 
The old man looked down on his erection with pride, even as his penis and
soon entire body disappeared into the fog.
   Willie Long, the principal of Coxville High, threw back his head and
laughed.
   ****************
   14 days until Pool Party
   "GO COCKS!" screamed, Miko, Pamela, and Patty as well as Stacy, the
black cheerleader who was over with the group of black team members.
   "I pity those poor Beavers," laughed Miko.  "The Cocks are gonna skin'em
and wear `em for caps."
   "Todd doesn't think we can win," said Kitty, shaking her head.
   "Bummer," said Pamela.  "Gotta run.  Love ya girl." Pamela gave Kitty a
side kiss on her cheek just before her boyfriend Brian came over to escort
her out, followed by Patty`s boyfriend Steve, both handsome strapping
popular boys that played with Todd.
   Miko Larson felt the strange mist caress her skin.  It tingled where it
touched her flesh making her skin damp and raising goosebumps on her
yellowish hued skin.  She found herself wishing she had worn more then the
short flower printed sundress she'd chosen for the party.  She waved bye to
her friends and fellow cheerleaders, already having difficulty seeing them
in the mist.  Her boyfriend Lou came around and opened the door for her. 
"You think it's safe to drive in this?" she asked him.
   "I'll go slow," he replied.  Lou was a fairly skilled running back for
the Coxville Cocks, but he was second string.  One of the black players had
beaten him out of the first string position this year.  He leaned over and
kissed Miko before starting the engine.
   Miko was a unique looking beauty for Coxville County.  Her father had
met her mother in Okinawa while serving in the military.  Her mother, Amami
was very attractive and had a typical Asian body, short and thin.  Her
breasts were a small, pert Bcup and that was after giving birth to Miko. 
In her wedding picture, her breasts looked barely A's.  Ironically, it was
her small breast size that had attracted Miko's father.  Ted Larson had
grown up surrounded by the bouncy buxom women of Coxville County and when
he'd first laid eyes on the skinny Japanese women on Okinawa, he was
instantly smitten.
   Lucky for Miko, she'd inherited her grandmother on her father's side's
genes and grown large breasts for a half-Japanese woman.  In a town and
county where DD cup sizes were the norm and E, EE's, and even GG's were
somewhat common, Miko's 32C's allowed her to feel like she fit in better
with her buxom friends.  Plus, at only 5' tall and 100 pounds, her breasts
looked larger on her small body.  Her full lips, exotic features, and hot
body made her one of the most popular girls in the High School.
   "SHIT!" yelled Lou, swerving the car.
   Miko grabbed the side of her seat, holding on as Lou avoided something
in the road.  "You alright?"
   "Dammed deer," he mumbled.  "Can't see a thing in this fog."
   "Be careful."
   "I AM!" he snapped at her.  "Sorry."
   "It's okay," she replied.  Miko could tell Lou was nervous.  He was
gripping the wheel tightly and when he removed one hand to wipe his brow,
it was shaking.  She hoped her friends would make it home safely.  None of
their boyfriends had much experience driving in weather like this having
only had their licenses for a little over a year.  Luckily, they arrived
safely at the Larson family house and Miko could tell Lou's nerves were
completely shot.  "Thanks," she said, wrapping one dainty hand behind his
neck and pulling his lips down on hers.  They kissed passionately for half
a minute, Lou's hand coming down to rest on her bare knee, then working
it's way up her thigh and under the hem of her short dress.  Miko reached
down and moved his hand away.  "It's late," she said apologetically. 
"Maybe tomorrow night after the game.  If you win that is."
   "Deal," said Lou, kissing her again.
   Miko opened the door and the clammy mist hit her skin immediately.  She
shivered, hugging herself and running her hands up and down her arms. 
"Maybe you shouldn't drive in this anymore," she said, getting up out of
the car.
   "You might be right," he told her.  Not only were the driving conditions
bad, but he had been drinking.
   "Come on in and you can sleep on the couch."
   "And maybe sneak up to your room?" he asked, hopefully.
   "Not ever, never, no way.  My dad would kill you." Miko led her
boyfriend up to the front steps by his hands.  She unlocked the front door
and found her dad standing in the doorway, arms crossed, biceps bulging,
semper fi tattooed on one arm.
   "You're way past curfew young lady," said her dad, gruffly.
   "My fault sir," interrupted Lou, gulping.  Mr.  Larson was still a
hulking brute of a man.  He was a sharp contrast to his tiny wife and
daughter.  "It's this fog, I had to drive real slow to keep Miko safe."
   Ted Larson snorted, but stepped out of the way and let the teenage
couple come inside.  He leaned out the door.  "I'll be damned, it's thicker
then an old nigger woman`s white bush out there.  Where`d this fog come
from?"
   "Daddy, I don't want Lou driving home in this weather.  Can he stay on
the couch?"
   Ted glowered at his daughter and her boyfriend until Lou gulped again.
Lou did live on the far side of town.  "He stays downstairs, you stay
upstairs," he told his daughter.
   "Of course, daddy," replied Miko.  "Let me get a pillow and a blanket."
   Ted Larson supervised his daughter preparing the couch for her
boyfriend. He then escorted Miko upstairs to her room before retiring to
his bedroom.  Amami was tossing and turning deep in the throes of some
dream, whimpering and moaning in her sleep.  If Ted hadn't known better,
he'd have sworn his wife was having a sex dream.
   Miko pulled her dress off over her head and brushed her teeth in only
her bra and panties.  She climbed under the covers with her big giant teddy
bear.  Lou had won it for her at the state fair back in July and she'd used
it to cuddle with ever since.  Miko was out like a light within five
minutes.
   The shadow man entered her dreams.
   He pulled back the covers on her bed.  Miko smiled invitingly, spreading
her legs for him.  He mounted her, his huge cock slipping deeper and
deeper, penetrating her more then Lou ever could or ever would.  The head
of his mighty cock poked at the entrance to her womb.  He hunched over her
body, kissing her breasts, sucking her nipples between his teeth.  Hair
scratched her bare breasts and she could tell that the dark figure was
bearded.  He kissed up her young body, finding her lips, kissing her more
hungrily then Lou, possessing her body and soul, and she came, humping her
hips up into the thrusts of his big cock.  His muscular arms grabbed her,
rolling her over so that she was on top, riding his big cock to orgasm
after orgasm.  Miko had never been fucked like this.  To her sex was
disappointing, the flesh on flesh contact was fun, but the pleasure she got
from sex with Lou was minimal.  The dark man was different.  This was what
sex was all about.  She rode his monster cock to orgasm after orgasm, his
strong hands, squeezing her breasts.  "CCUUMMIINNGG!" she cried.
   Miko woke up.  She looked down in surprise at her abused teddy bear. 
Her brownish nipples were so hard, they scraped against her bra.  Her
panties were soaking wet.  The young woman had never been this horny before
or had a dream quite like that.  She rather liked it.  She'd even ground
her pussy into the teddy bear's crotch, leaving a wet spot on the poor
stuffed animal.
   Three minutes later, Lou jumped with a start as Miko slid her hand into
his pants.  She put her finger up to her lips motioning for him to be
quiet. Lou was a good looking boy, short brown hair, parted at the side. 
He had a nice physique.  A bit of a redneck, his family owned a tobacco
farm, he liked shooting, hunting, and four wheeling, but he was kind to
her. She fished his dick out, squeezing and fondling it.  She felt it
swell. It was about six inches long and skinny.  She'd never understood why
sex seemed like such a big deal.  Sure, he felt good inside her, but he
never lasted more then a few minutes.  Barely enough time for her to start
enjoying herself.
   His dick had extended to full size, but it remained floppy, only
semi-hard.  Miko leaned over and took it in her mouth, sucking his penis
deep, the head punching her uvula.
   "Holy shit!" gasped Lou.  This was a surprise.  Miko had never sucked
his prick before, despite much begging and pleading.
   Miko sucked hard and fast.  She paused long enough to say, "Why isn't it
getting hard?" She took him inside her mouth again.  Two fingers were
pushing against the cotton of her panty.  Her fingers were eager to get
inside and she wished, she'd removed her underwear.  She wanted something
inside her pussy.  Finally, Lou turned completely hard, but just as she was
about to quit and mount him, he ejaculated in her mouth.  Miko pulled back
in distaste, feeling his semen roll around on her tongue.  She didn't want
to swallow it, but as long as she held him in her mouth, she could taste
him and she didn't like that either.  She raced over to the nearby desk,
yanked a tissue out of a box and spit his semen up into the tissue.
   "That was awesome," he groaned, stretching in pleasure on her couch. 
"Thank you."
   "Welcome," she whispered.  I hope you like it, she thought, because
that's the last blow job I'll be giving.  Disgusting!
   "Sorry I had trouble," Lou apologized.  "I guess I'm a little scared
your dad might catch us.  Give me five minutes and I can go again," he
promised.
   "No, you're right," said Miko smiling.  "It's almost dawn and you need
to rest up for the game tonight."
   "If I even play," Lou grumbled.  "And if we even have a game." An eerie
whitish light shined behind every window in the house showing that the fog
was still thick.
   Miko blew Lou a kiss and headed back to the stairs, tiptoeing up them.
She was still horny, but even if Lou could have gotten it up again, he
couldn't have lived up to her dream lover's promises anyway.  She crept
past her parents room, pausing when she heard bedsprings squeaking and
moans.  Yech, she thought, my parents are doing it.  Amami whimpered
suddenly from behind the door and to Miko it sounded more like a whimper of
frustration then pleasure.
   Miko crept back to her room.  This time she stripped off her underwear
before climbing into bed.  She fell asleep, slowing massaging her clit with
one finger, hoping that her dream lover would come back to entertain her.
   **************
   Patty groaned in her sleep.  She was dreaming about her boyfriend Steve.
He was nude, standing beside her bed, stroking his dick.  It was hard, but
seemed smaller then normal.  In real life, his penis pushed seven inches,
but in her dream it was probably only five.  Still, she wanted it, wanted
it bad, her pussy was screaming for attention.  Patty sat up and kneeled on
her bed while Steve looked on.  Patty was wearing lacy green underwear. 
She loved green, it was her favorite color and went well with her red hair.
She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.  As her tits came into
view, Steve's eyes grew wide with shock and he came, his little penis
shooting several drops of semen on the floor.
   Steve had done the same in real life the first time he saw her tits and
often ever since.  Premature ejaculation was common whenever she got nude
around him.  When he finally took her virginity, she had been in uniform,
hiding her body except for her flat belly with it's pin pierced navel and
he had finally broken her hymen under her cheerleading skirt.  Even then,
he hadn't lasted more then four strokes before filling his double layered
condom.  Steve seemed to have a supernatural awe of her body.  At 5'9",
Patty was the tallest cheerleader on the squad and one of the tallest girls
in Coxville High.  Her body was an amazing 36EE-24-36 and poor Steve simply
couldn't handle it.  He'd even cum once just seeing her in her bikini.  Her
hair was reddish blonde and long reaching to the tops of her ample bosom.
It cascaded outwards from her neck and long red bangs covered her forehead,
but left her piercing green eyes visible.  Patty's big breasts and full ass
made her jiggly and she appeared a little chubby, fat even under bulky
clothes, but she was only 135lbs.
   Dream Patty laughed at her boyfriend and his face turned red.  She ran
her hands up to her breasts, hefting the pale white bosom and squeezing
soft pinkish nipples.  Steve turned hard again, but she was not for him
tonight.  Patty leaned forward and got on all fours.  Her big breasts
dangled all the way down to her bedspread.  Her dream lover climbed on the
bed behind her.  Her green panty had disappeared and he brought his huge
cock up to her hungry pussy.  Patty gasped as her unknown dark lover pushed
his huge cock inside her and Patty pushed back.  Finally, she had the kind
of cock she'd always craved, big and hard, and one that wouldn't cum just
from the sight of her naked.  Finally, she had a real man fucking her. 
This was a man who might make her cum.  He fucked her hard and long, her
massive breasts swaying like udders underneath her.  Patty glanced at
Steve. He was sitting at his school desk, little penis still in hand, still
stroking it though it was soft and several drops of semen glistened in the
light.  He looked sad and dejected, but he couldn't take his eyes off her
as she got the fucking of her life.
   Patty cried out her joy to her dream lover.  She talked dirty to him,
telling him things she'd never tell a real lover, saying dirty words, she'd
never used in real life.  He seemed to fuck her for hours, finally
thrusting his mighty cock through her cervix and hosing her womb with
gallons of semen.  "I'M CUMM-"
   Patty jerked and woke up.  Her head came up off her pillow, gasping for
air.  No, no, she thought frantically, she'd woken up too soon.  She rolled
off her stomach and on her side, trying to fall back asleep, hoping to
start the dream over.  She'd never had a dream that hot.
   **************
   Pamela ground her pussy down into Brian's cock, wishing it could go
deeper.  She leaned down passionately kissing her boyfriend.  After leaving
the party, Brian had driven her home, taking it slow and safe through the
fog.  They'd parked in front of Pam's house and moved to the back seat to
make out.  Making out had turned into making love.  Pam's top was off as
were her panties and she was sitting in Brian's lap slowly moving up and
down wearing nothing but a short skirt.
   Both Brian and Pamela were finding this to be an almost mystical
experience.  They were parked less then a hundred feel from Pam's house,
yet couldn't see a thing.  Brian's car was enveloped in a wall of white. 
The fog embraced and encased his car making the young lovers feel like they
were the only two people in the world.  As much as they both were enjoying
it, Pam was disappointed in one fact.  She wished Brian were someone else.
Or to be more specific, she wished Brian was Todd, the Cock`s quarterback.
She had a huge crush on Todd ever since she'd first laid eyes on him in 1st
grade.  They'd even gone out twice when they were both fifteen, but Todd
belonged to Kitty Summers.  They were so much the perfect Coxville couple,
that Pam knew they would be getting married within a few years.
   Brian leaned down and sucked one of Pam's pert little nipples into his
mouth.  Her breasts were small for Coxville, conical B-cups, but they were
beautiful.  He loved her breasts, but often wished they were larger and it
was partially her fault.  Two years ago, before they were dating, Pam's
breasts had been larger, a full C-cup and they had been that way for years,
almost since puberty.  At sixteen, she had decided to become a tri-athlete.
Local health nut, Sammy Spitzman had helped her workout, designing an
exercise regimen tailored to Pam and Mrs.  Swallows, the high school nurse
had gladly provided Pam with diet tips.  Pam ran, swam, and biked daily,
sculpting and working every muscle of her body yet remaining soft and
feminine though her breasts had shrunk a cup size.  Breakfast and lunch was
one of Nurse Swallow's protein shakes and after that came a sensible
dinner.
   Pam's hips were slightly bigger then her chest.  Her skin was smooth,
tanned, and flawless.  She could easily have been a model with her good
looks.  Her eyes were blue, almost gray.  She kept her hair short, neck
length, hanging just under her chin.  Pam often combed one side back while
letting the other side hang down around her cheek.
   Brian gave a little whimper and she felt his penis jerk inside her.  Pam
kept riding him.  She wondered if Brian had been Todd, would he have lasted
longer?  Could Todd have given her an orgasm?  Would Todd penetrate her
deeper?  In her mind, she believed all these things to be true.  She
believed that right now Kitty Summer's was probably screaming like a whore
underneath her boyfriend as his thrusting cock got her off again and again.
Pam would be lying underneath Todd every night if they were dating.  Brian
whimpered and squirmed beneath her.  His prick had shriveled and become
sensitive as she continued to bounce in his lap.  Pam sighed and
dismounted.
   "Can we do this again tomorrow night?" asked Brian.
   Pam kissed him on the cheek.  She moved her lips to his ear and
whispered, "Beat the Beavers tomorrow and I'll do whatever you want."
   Brian gulped.  "Even what Kitty does for Todd?"
   Pam smiled and winked.  "Even that," she replied.  Pam had never sucked
Brian's penis even though he had practically begged her to.  He'd even
blurted out about how Todd had bragged that Kitty gave him a blow job after
every win.  Pamela hadn't responded, but thought that if you were Todd I'd
give you a blow job whenever you wanted one.
   Pam stepped out of the car, feeling the cold fog tingling on her bare
skin as she pulled her top back on, letting her bra and panty hang from one
fist.  Her parents were early risers and she knew they'd be fast asleep at
this time of night.  Brian came out with his pants still around his ankles.
He pulled the condom off and tossed it into a drainage grate beside his
car. He kissed her again before climbing into the driver's seat and
reclining it so that he could sleep until morning in hopes the fog would
clear up.  Both knew from experience that Pamela's parents wouldn't let him
stay inside the house overnight.
   Pam entered her house and crept upstairs to her bedroom.  Pam sighed a
little frustrated that Brian didn't last longer.  She was fond of him and
if he had been able to satisfy her more, she might have forgotten all about
Todd.  Pam climbed into her bed and was soon fast asleep.  No sooner had
she entered the rapid eye movement of sleeping, then she felt her legs
being yanked open and soon she was being fucked by a cock that did fill her
up and did last long.  Finally here was a cock that could satisfy her.  Her
shadowy dream lover made her forget all about Brian and even about Todd.
   ***************
   Susan sat at her desk reading Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe
for a book report.  She made notes in a notepad with a freshly sharpened
pencil.  Her desk was in her bedroom under a window that faced her
backyard. She'd set this up as her personal workspace for studying.  She
looked out her window almost into complete darkness.  A distant light from
her neighbor's house, illuminated the fog somewhat giving it a whitish
glow, though she couldn`t see the light or even her neighbor`s house.  The
window could be a distraction from her studies and Susan didn't like
distractions.  She considered moving her desk away from the window and into
the corner of her room somewhere, but she liked the fresh air.  She flipped
the latch and lifted the window open halfway.  Tendrils of mist crept into
her room through the screen.  She touched one tendril, shivering before
closing the window again.  The fog felt unnaturally cold.
   Susan had skipped tonight's party as she usually did and for many
reasons, she didn't approve of drinking, she didn't like crowds, and she
didn't like it that the black students would be there mixing with the
whites.  She might have gone to the party if her boyfriend wanted to, but
he was from Bartown and played for the Beavers.  He played Sampson West's
position and she was sure that the stupid bald headed nigger would have
picked a fight with her boyfriend.  Tomorrow, she wouldn't know who to root
for, deciding to cheer on the Cocks, but knowing that the Beavers already
had the game locked up.
   It was late and Susan was tired.  She removed her glasses and set them
down on the desk before turning out the light.  As her eyes adjusted to the
darkness, she realized the fog wasn't as dark as it had seemed.  Outside
light sources gave it an eerie glow.  The fog was so thick, she doubted if
there would even be a game tomorrow night.  Not that she minded, she had a
calculus test to study for and would be happy skipping the game altogether.
She didn't even want to be a cheerleader except that she had been friends
with Kitty Summers since kindergarten and her mom had been a cheerleader,
encouraging her to participate in something team oriented.
   Susan stood up from the desk.  The room was lit enough she could see her
reflection in the mirror.  Her body was stunning, rivaling Kitty's and her
breasts at 32DDD garnered her as much attention as Patty or even Nurse
Swallows.  She liked her figure, but hated the attention it brought her. 
She'd devoured books on psychology and human behavior.  As long as she had
a body like this, men wouldn't take her seriously.  She'd be big boobs and
no brains.  Susan had taken to wearing bulky sweaters and shapeless
clothing.  Boys found her pretty enough, but the bulky clothes, pushed out
by her huge breasts made her look obese and she enjoyed her little secret,
feeling like she was a super hero with a secret identity.
   Then came the skimpy midriff baring cheerleader uniforms that Principle
Long had picked out for the team despite Coach Summer's objections.  Bare
belly uniforms were the trend and Kitty's mom lost the argument even though
she put up a good fight.  Of course, most of the cheerleaders could have
cared less and liked showing off their bodies to the boys.  Susan's first
appearance at a game had caused quite a stir as none of the boys at her
school had any idea the body she'd been hiding under her clothes.  Plus,
with her brown hair down and her contacts in, Susan had gone from pretty
librarian to hot sexy stripper.  She'd gotten dozens of requests for dates
many from boys who'd been rude to her before and she finally gave in to a
hunky guy from Bartown who'd been in the stands spying on his rival team's
plays.  Tom was good looking and built, driven and studious.  It was love
at first date.  Susan had been saving her virginity for marriage, but by
the third date she was in bed with Tom.  It hadn't been that interesting
then or even since, but she kept putting out for him to keep him happy and
interested in her.
   Susan let her hair down off the top of her head and shook the tangles
out.  She was wearing a tight sport's bra to keep her big breasts from
moving around too much and pink boxer shorts.  Despite keeping her body
hidden, Susan was actually quite vain.  Above her navel was a six pack of
well defined abdominal muscles that had also surprised the boys seeing her
belly for the first time.  Susan sat down on her carpet and started doing
the 150 sit-ups that she did nightly.  Her obsession with keeping her tummy
flat and fit derived from her vanity and the fact that her mother had a
beer gut.  Otherwise, her mother's body resembled Susan's in every way
except that her mom's breasts had moved further South.  Her mom wasn't
really fat except for the fact that her belly stuck out as far as her
breasts and the area under her navel was covered with ugly stretch marks.
Much of it came from having three daughters, but Susan wasn't taking any
chances.
   Susan finished her workout and laid on her back on the floor, staring at
the ceiling while she caught her breath.  She stood up and did fifty toe
touches before deciding she was exhausted.  At least it wasn't thundering
anymore.  One massive boom precisely at midnight had snapped her back into
reality from a world where the misunderstood Simon Legree was ordering
slave Tom whipped.  The thunderclap was so massive Susan had jumped in her
chair.
   Susan climbed into bed and snuggled under the covers.  Even though sleep
interrupted her study time and she wished she didn't need as much, soon she
was fast asleep and being fucked doggy style in the middle of a cotton
field.  Niggers were working the fields around her.  Luckily, the cotton
was high and she was on all fours.  They couldn't see her, but they could
see the man fucking her.  She looked over her shoulder, but he was just a
dark shadowy presence.  "Stop, the niggers will see us," she pleaded, but
the man didn't stop.  Susan saw movement on her left.  Two buxom blonde
women were approaching her hand in hand from a building that looked like
the Coxville City Hall.  They were dressed as nineteenth century Southern
belles.  They gasped and giggled when the saw Susan.  Pointing at her until
all the niggers working the field came to see what they were pointing at.
"Stop," she begged the man inside her.  He was unnaturally huge and Susan
felt stuffed full of cock meat.  "The niggers are watching.  Oh gawd! 
Don't stop.  Fuck me!  FUCK ME!" she begged.
   One of the blonde belles leaned over to the other and loudly said, "I
told ya so Betty.  I told ya that nigger was hung like a bull."
   Susan was about to cum for the first time.  Just as the orgasm was
breaking, the implications of what the woman had said, hit her.  And then
she was cumming and the man fucking her was a NIGGER!
   Susan woke up in shock.  She was soaked as if a fever had broken, but
the wettest area was between her legs.  Her nipples were as hard as rocks,
sensitive where they poked out the tight bra.  "Stupid book," she muttered
before trying to fall back asleep, but almost afraid of what she might
dream if she did.
   ****************
   Samson West enjoyed fucking in the mist.  Stacy Brown was lying spread
eagled and nude on the hood of his car while he pounded his foot long cock
into her brown pussy.  The mist cooled their overheated black skin.  Damn,
Stacy was fine, he thought looking down at her.  Stacy had a pretty oval
shaped head, a moon shaped bubble butt and some big ass Coxville titties.
After making the bet with Kitty, Samson found his cock hard and ready for
some action.  He felt damned fucking lucky that Stacy had agreed to let him
drive her home.  "Taking Stacy home" was a euphemism for fucking the shit
out of her and it felt good to fuck the shit out of the hottest teen in the
Westside.  Not to mention the Principals' granddaughter.
   Stacy Brown was the only black girl on the cheerleading squad.  It was
an accepted theory that Jenny Summers had only let her on the squad so that
the Cocks' cheerleaders could have some token color.  Stacy was an
excellent cheerleader and served the squad well.  The little cheerleading
clique that Kitty led never let her into their close knit circle, but they
did work well with Stacy.  Of course, Stacy didn't give a shit.  All she
really liked was fucking.  She was the only cheerleader on birth control
because she didn't like her men wearing condoms.  The reason Stacy never
really broke through the circle of friends was because she was an outright
horny little slut who at some point over the last year had slept with every
black member of the football team and that included fat Deon.  In the
spirit of team unity, Kitty and the others ignored her slutty behavior
although Susan could be openly hostile.
   Samson looked down at the hot black girl.  Stacy was such a good fuck.
The best!  As he stared in awe at her hot brown body, it started morphing.
Stacy's straightened black hair turned blonde and pony tailed.  Her brown
eyes turned blue and her face shortened becoming less oval and more
rounded. Dark nipples became pink, black hairy bush turned blonde.  Her
skin lightened.  "Gonna fuck that white pussy good," he growled.
   "WHAT!" cried Stacy.
   "Here it cums, Kitty," said Samson.
   "Get the fuck off me," shouted Stacy.  She leaned up to push his hard
muscled chest off her.  Stacy pulled herself further up the hood of the car
trying to escape the still thrusting cock that she loved so much.  His cock
plopped out of her pussy and leaped upwards.
   "What da fuck?"
   "You just called me Kitty, asshole," cried Stacy slipping off the hood
and reaching into his car to grab her clothes.
   "So?" asked Samson, grabbing his aching cock.  He`d been so close. 
"Come on bitch, don't leave me hanging?"
   "Finish yourself off, jerk." Stacy was already half dressed and getting
in the passenger seat of his car.
   Samson turned away from his car and quickly stroked off his big cock. 
His heavy balls quickly emptied their large load, sending enough semen to
fill half a 12oz can into the nearby grass.  Where his hot sperm struck the
dew covered grass, small wisps of steam floated up to mingle with the fog.
Samson grumbled as he dressed and climbed into the car beside a silent and
angry Stacy.  He'd just fucked up big time with the most dependable piece
of ass in Coxville.
   He drove her home in silence.
   ***************
   6 days until Pool Party, Saturday
   Jenny Summers mind wandered as she squirmed uncomfortably on her bed. 
The past week had been frustrating and horrible.  On Monday, a distraught
Todd had come to her office crying that Kitty had dumped him.  The next
day, she'd heard a rumor that Kitty and Samson had been seen brazenly
walking hand in hand down the hallway between classes.  "Katherine Candace
Summers I forbid you from dating that black boy.  Samson West is trouble
with a capital T," she'd yelled at her daughter.  "What could you possibly
see in dating a black boy?" Jenny froze realizing what she'd just said and
knowing what her daughter's, what her own answer would be.  She'd seen
Samson's huge cock.  She'd seen it half sticking out of her daughter's ass.
The image was frozen in her mind.  If Jenny had been in Kitty's shoes,
she'd have dumped Todd too and never slept with a white man again.  Kitty
had broken down crying, promising to break up with Samson and start dating
Todd again.  Jenny didn't believe her.
   On Wednesday, Jenny had bumped into Samson in the hallway, catching him
skipping class.  "You keep your dirty black hands off my daughter, Samson
West," she'd told him.  The cocky black teen had laughed at her.  "It's
over, Jenny," he said.  "That's Mrs.  Summers," she reminded him.  "Kitty
is back with Todd," he told her and she sensed he was lying.  "Besides, I
prefer my women a little older, more experienced." Samson West openly ran
his eyes up and down her body.  Aghast, Jenny marched him off to the
principals office.  She found Principal Long and Coach Black sitting back
and laughing when she stormed into his office.  "Mr.  Long, I caught Samson
here cutting class again.  I suggest you suspend him." Long smiled and
wagged his finger at her.  "I can't suspend our star player now can I,"
said Willie Long.  Jenny gasped, completely flabbergasted and as she did
so, she arched her back, thrusting her giant bosom forwards.  Old man
Long's gaze fell on her chest as openly as Samson's had earlier.  Jenny
didn't know if it were her imagination or what, but the blacks in this town
were acting uppity lately.  "Samson was running an errand for me, Mrs. 
Summers," interjected Coach Black.  He didn't stare at her boobs like Long
or Samson.  Black locked eyes with hers and in a way that seemed worse. 
Staring into his eyes made her legs feel week.  She wanted to fall to her
knees and suck his cock right then and there.  "See Mrs.  Summers, it's all
just a misunderstanding," chuckled Long.  Jenny was indignant and added,
"Then I suggest Coach Black that you remember to write Samson a hall pass
next time.  Good day, gentlemen." Jenny swore the three were laughing at
her as she walked out the door.  "Mrs.  Summers, wait," called Black. 
"There's something I need to discuss with you." The Coach caught up with
her and muttered under his breath, "Like when we gonna fuck again?" Jenny
promised him that she wanted it as bad a he did, but that her husband had
been clingy of late.
   On Friday, Todd still seemed distraught.  Jenny found Pamela consoling
him, rubbing his arm in sympathy, even hugging him.  Todd was so upset,
he'd even blown their chances of winning that night's game.  After the
game, the football players started migrating towards Samson, looking
towards him for leadership and damn him, but he had the skills to pull it
off.  If Todd didn't straighten up, the Cocks would have a new quarterback.
Harold had declared it family night after the game, taking his wife and a
teenage daughter that clearly had rather been elsewhere out to dinner and
then home to play board games.  Jenny looked longingly towards the boys
showers where she'd discovered black cock for the first time last week. 
Coach Black had caught her eye, nodding at her.  They both wanted it again.
Jenny didn't just want it, she needed it.  She craved it.  She was
desperate for sex again.  Jenny snapped herself out of her daydream,
figuring it was time she said something to her husband.
   "Oh yeah, give it to me baby.  Give it to me good." Jenny Summers laid
patiently beneath her rutting husband.  She sighed just as Harold arched
his back and made his scrunched up orgasm face.  It had never bothered her
before, but after being taken by Coach Black, her husband, love of her
life, and father of her daughter, just seemed comical and even a little
repugnant.
   Jenny wiggled beneath Harold.  He never held himself over her body, he
laid right down on top of her and she felt trapped beneath his pudgy torso.
He also sweated like a pig when he rutted, her breasts, belly and legs were
wet with his sweat.  How one man could sweat so much from three minutes of
work, she'd never know.
   It was all her fault for initiating sex anyway.  She'd woken up horny,
just like she'd woken up horny every morning since the Coach had taught her
what sex with a real man was all about.  Jenny had fondled her husband's
little dick until it was hard and then waited while he put his condom on
and climbed up the famous twin peaks of Mount Cox.  They'd actually had sex
four times in the last 9 days and that was a record they hadn't matched in
fifteen years.  The first time had been the night of the big storm that
destroyed the old oak tree in front of city hall.  The next night, Harold
and she had planned a romantic date night after the game, but circumstances
had led her into an interracial sexual encounter with a man who seemed
built specifically for sex.  Jenny had caught her beloved daughter being
corrupted by her own black stud, Samson West in the girl's locker-room and
to make things worse, Samson was sticking what looked like a foot long
black cock into her daughter's ass.  She believed Kitty had made the smart
choice and chosen anal sex to avoid getting pregnant by a black man. 
Luckily, Coach Black had told her that he'd had a vasectomy and sex with
him was risk free.  Jenny had gotten home to find Harold upset their date
night had been ruined and wanting sex.  She'd blown him partially to keep
him out of her over stretched well-fucked pussy and partly out of guilt for
cheating on him.  Harold had been delighted.
   Harold Summers was going away on a business trip today until next
Friday. Jenny planned on driving to meet him Friday after school and they'd
spend the weekend together.  Harold had decided to take the week leading up
to his trip off to spend with his family and hadn't left Jenny alone all
week.  His constant presence was even getting on Kitty's nerves, but she
had the ability to run off with her friends.  Jenny was getting jumpy with
horniness.  Despite having plenty of sex with Harold, his small penis and
love making skills just wasn't doing it for her.  She was dying for a good
fuck and that would mean getting the Coach's big black cock in her pussy
again.  Worse, after seeing how much her daughter seemed to like getting
her ass stuffed by Samson's big black cock, Jenny hadn't been able to get
the idea of anal sex with the Coach out of her mind.  Asking him to stick
his cock in her back door would make her feel like a dirty slut and she
knew that it would hurt, yet she couldn`t get the thought of getting ass
fucked out of her mind..  What if he was disgusted with the idea?  All she
knew was that she was so horny for the Coach's cock again that she felt
like a crack addict eager for her next fix.  Finally, on the day, she'd
dragged Samson to the principal's office, she'd told Black to just pick her
up at 11:00am Saturday.  They would spend the day shopping and wait for
Harold to leave on his trip.  Kitty was out with Todd leaving Jenny and her
dirty little secret all alone to fuck for hours.
   "Cumming," grunted Harold.
   Jenny stared at the ceiling as her husband's little penis twitched a few
times.  He panted heavily upon her, catching his breath, waiting to recover
from his five minute exertion.  His penis softened quickly after cumming.
His thin six inches, shriveled, shrinking down to three then two inches,
and then it just sort of plopped out of her pussy without Harold even
needing to withdraw it.  Harold grunted and rolled off her.  Jenny's
breasts and thighs were slick with Harold's sweat.  "I'm going to get my
shower," she told him, slipping out of bed.
   "Yep," grunted Harold, still recovering.  "That was wonderful, dear," he
said.
   "The best," she lied, faking a smile.  She looked down at Harold, laying
nude on his back, wet with sweat, beer belly heaving as he breathed
heavily, and at the condom hanging loosely on his little penis.  So not
sexy, she thought.  Harold had strangely little shame for an out of shape
balding man and had no problem walking around nude.
   Harold rolled out of bed, shortly after the shower started.  He waddled
into the bathroom, pausing to smile at the distorted form of his wife under
the water through the glass door.  Jenny was currently soaping that
magnificent rack of hers.  He tugged the condom off and walked over to the
toilet to take a leak.  I filled that one up real good, he thought, holding
the condom up.  Semen barely filled the receptacle.  He dropped the rubber
into the trash and peed.  He flushed the toilet, hearing Jenny yelp as her
water went cold.  "Sorry," he called.
   Harold returned to the bedroom and dressed.  He pulled his suitcase out
of the closet and started packing.  Jenny came out with a towel wrapped
around her and one in her hair.  She dropped the one around her torso and
Harold couldn't stop staring as she stepped into a plain white panty. 
Nearly twenty years of marriage and he never got tired of looking at her.
Jenny covered her G cup breasts with her bra.  She turned around so that he
could hook the back.  She always had trouble confining her prodigious
bosom. "If I don't see Kitten, tell her I'm sorry I missed her," he told
his wife.
   Jenny slipped a short sun dress over her head.  It was white with purple
flowers and hugged her form.  "You know Kitty, she's out with either Todd
or her friends."
   "No time for dear old dad," said Harold with a sigh.
   "Hey, I wouldn't even see her if it weren't for cheerleading practice,"
said Jenny, walking over to kiss her husband on the cheek.  Jenny smiled
and winked at him before leaving the bedroom.  She practically skipped down
the stairs, whistling as she went.
   Harold followed her down.  "You're feeling chipper," he said.
   Jenny opened the front door and peered out to see if her ride was here
yet.  "How could I not be in a good mood after this morning, tiger," she
replied, winking at him.
   Harold frowned as a dark car pulled up at the foot of his driveway, but
didn't turn into it.  Loud music was blaring from the car, sounding
suspiciously like rap.  The windows had a dark tint and he couldn't see who
was driving.  "Have fun shopping with the girls," he told her, wondering
who's car that was.  He knew Anya and Ivana's cars.  He wasn't sure what
Sammy Spitzman drove and guessed it was hers.  Sammy worked out to loud
music and always had ear phones in.  That would explain the loud music
blaring from the car.  The base was so loud, his windows were rattling. 
"Tell you what honey, why don't you buy a little something sexy for our
weekend together," he told her pulling out a credit card.
   Jenny yanked the card out of his hand and bounded down towards the dark
car.  "Have a safe trip.  I'll see you Friday night, maybe earlier if Kitty
will take over practice.  I`ll buy something really sexy for our weekend."
   Inside the car, Coach Black was smirking.  He turned the music down a
little so that he could listen to the conversation.  Jenny opened the
passenger door and the Coach could make out little Harold bending down to
see who was driving, but Jenny was too quick.  Finally, thought the huge
black man.  I'm gonna get me some of that hot pussy again.  It's been a
week since I fucked her in the shower.  "Bye honey, I love you," she
yelled, slamming the door.
   Coach Black sped off, trying not to squeal the wheels.  Jenny was
leaning into him before her house was even out of sight.  Her hand reached
down to squeeze the growing bulge of his mighty cock.  "I can't wait to
fuck this big cock again," she whispered in his ear.
   "Yeah, what gives?"
   "Harold took the week off." She felt his cock hardening to the point it
must be getting uncomfortable.  "He thinks we need to spend more time
together.  He takes me to work.  He picks me up.  He watches practice.  But
he'll be gone all week and Kitty's off with Todd."
   Coach Black smirked, shifting in his seat as his cock strained to be
free of his jeans.  Todd, my ass, he thought.  She's Samson's slut now. 
Samson's done bragged to the whole team how he got Kitty Summers hooked on
his black cock.
   Jenny continued, "I'm supposed to go meet him Friday for a romantic
weekend.  Damn!  This monster's getting hard."
   "Why don't you take it out and suck on it some?"
   "Here?  In the car?" asked Jenny shocked.  Her hand was already slipping
into his pants.  Her desire to feel it again trumping any nervousness about
getting caught.
   "Forty minutes to the mall," he told her.  Black pulled the car onto
I-69 heading North towards Coxburg.  "That should be enough time.  If you
hurry."
   "And by the time we're done shopping, Harold should be on the road and
we can fuck in a real bed."
   "Sounds like a plan," said the Coach, lifting his hips so that she could
pull his cock out better.
   Jenny pulled his cock out.  Her whole body trembled when she saw it
again.  The Coach's cock was thicker then her wrist and more then a foot in
length.  Her dainty fingers ran up the hard shaft.  Jenny undid her seat
belt and leaned down towards his hard black cock.  She kissed the tip
before running her tongue around the crown.  Jenny leaned down, parted her
lips and took the big cock head in her mouth.  What was I thinking, she
thought.  This monster will never fit in my ass.  But I've got to try.  If
Kitty can take one, then I can.  I just hope he doesn't think I'm a pervert
when I ask.  Jenny sucked slowly, bobbing her head, feeling his cock push
deeper and deeper down her throat.  It was easier then the first time, but
his cock stretched her throat out so much it was a struggle not to gag. 
Her lips kissed his pubic hair before she had to come up for air.  She
licked around his cock head again while she caught her breath.  The next
time she went down on him, she moved her head more rapidly, sucking him for
all she was worth.  A truck horn blared as a driver passed them, looking
down through the sun roof at her head in the driver's lap.  She didn't stop
nor did she really care.  If she were truly to get good at this, she'd need
a lot more practice then just once a week and Jenny wanted to get really
good at sucking her black lover's cock for she knew Black liked having his
cock sucked as much as she liked the taste of his cum.
   Jenny sucked his black cock for all she was worth.  Her pace finally
began to produce results.  The Coach needed to pull over while she sucked
him.  His strong black hand came to rest on her blonde head, guiding her
lips up and down his cock.  His shaft swelled and grew even larger.  It
spasmed, the first wad spewing more semen into her belly then her husband
had cum their entire marriage.  Jenny pulled back quickly, his cock bucking
in her throat, shooting still more seed into her belly.  The cock head
entered her mouth, exploding his semen into her mouth so quickly, her
cheeks bulged.  His cum tastes so good, she thought, gulping it down.  And
it's so rich for someone who's had a vasectomy.  More of his sperm filled
her mouth.  Correction, semen, for his semen contained no sperm or so she
believed.
   Jenny jerked his shaft with her hand, making sure that every last drop
of the Coach's seed was in her mouth before she finally raised her head. 
"Oh we're here," she said, surprised.  Their car was already parked in the
Coxburg mall's parking lot, a good ways away from any nearby parked cars.
"That was a nice way to kill forty minutes," she told him and the Coach
laughed.
   Jenny Summers and Coach Black left the car.  She boldly put his arm in
his as they strolled towards the main entrance.  I hope no one we know sees
us, she thought as they entered the mall.  Coxburg was a city in it's own
right, but it was as racially backwards as Coxville.  Everyone stared at
the giant muscular black man and the buxom blonde beauty on his arm.  Jenny
saw accusing glances.  Jenny saw anger on one redneck's face and a smirk on
a black man's face, though the black girl with him sneered.
   They stopped outside a swimsuit store.  The window displayed mannequins
wearing assorted bikinis.  The display dummies had been designed
specifically for Coxville County with larger busts to account for the
genetic abnormality that afflicted many of the natives of the County.
   "You got a bikini?" asked the Coach.
   "Not really.  I have a two piece swimsuit that leaves my upper belly
bare, but the panty covers my belly button and the top is more of a sports
bra."
   "That doesn`t sound very sexy," replied Black.
   "It`s not meant to be, silly.  It`s a practical swimsuit for doing laps
in my pool."
   "Lets get you a new bikini," said the Coach.  Coach Black led Jenny
straight towards the changing rooms.  The rooms had brown saloon style
doors that that Coach Black could easily see over.  Jenny entered while the
Coach watched her as she pulled the dress over her head.  "I see I'm going
to have to get you some new underwear too."
   "This is practical for an athletic woman with breasts as large as mine,"
she replied.
   "Not for my woman.  You wait here and I'll pick out some bikinis."
   "You want my size?" she asked after the Coach had already turned away.
   "I got your size," said the Coach heading out towards the display racks.
   Jenny slipped the tight sports bra over her head and pushed the panty
down her legs.  Nude, she stood admiring herself in the multiple mirrors.
One faced her head on and others showed her left and right sides.  Jenny
lifted her heavy breasts and squeezed them together to make cleavage.  "Not
bad for 36," she muttered.
   A handsome black face appeared in the mirror above the saloon doors. 
"DAMN!" said the Coach, whistling.
   Jenny blushed with embarrassment that he'd just caught her posing.  He
had several hangers of bikinis in one hand.  He picked one off and handed
it to her.  It was an American flag print bikini.  "Seriously?" she asked,
taking it from him.
   "I think it's sexy," said the Coach.
   "Go away and let me try it on," she replied.  Black smirked at her and
stepped away from the door.  Jenny tried the top on.  He clearly didn't
know her size, for the cup was about one size too small, but G-cups were
rare even in Coxville.  Jenny Summers had specially ordered many a top for
herself.  Both she and her good friend Ivy Swallows shared shopping tips
and websites geared towards buxom women.  The flag top's left cup was blue
with white stars and the right cup was red and white stripes.  The panty
was red and white vertical stripes.  The top of the panty was so low cut,
it didn't quite cover the top of her blonde pubes.  She had to keep
reaching behind her to yank the thin material in the rear out of her ass.
"You can come look now," she called, seeing the looming form of Coach Black
appear in the mirror.  This time he opened the doors and looked her up and
down.  "You don't know my size.  It's too small," she told him, noticing
some of the employees out on the sales floor were staring towards them. 
This must have been a rare and shocking sight to them.
   The Coach looked at the bikini, cups not quite covering her full breasts
and squeezing them so tight, breast flesh stuck out from the material.  He
caught glimpses of her pubes above the panty.  "It's not too small.  It's
perfect."
   "It's tacky."
   "It's patriotic." Black handed her another bikini.
   Jenny removed the flag bikini and pulled on the next one.  It was a
leopard print bikini that made her feel like a jungle girl.  It fit her
like the last one except it didn't show any pubic hair as the front of the
panty was higher and a short loincloth.  "It's ridiculous."
   "It shows you appreciate large African animals," he said chuckling. 
Coach Black hadn't moved from the doorway and had watched her change. 
Jenny removed the bikini and he had to control himself to stop from
reaching out to squeeze those big ass titties of hers.  "Dolphins or
Saints?" he asked.
   "Dolphins," said Jenny, taking the NFL team bikini from him.  It was
small and sexy, but the colors didn't suit her.
   Jenny tried on the last bikini.  It was a skimpy pink thing and the
worst one yet, though it fit her, the material was even smaller.  The
triangular cups were little more then nipple slings.  No matter how she
stretched or pulled it, some of her areola would show.  Not that it
mattered as her entire nipples down to the little bumps around her areola
were clearly visible through the pink fabric and when wet, the top would be
practically non existent.  The string panty tied at her hips.  The fabric
at the front was small and showed off a lot of pubes.  She'd need to trim
her bush if she were to wear this thing.  There was no fabric on the rear,
just a string that disappeared between her ass cheeks.
   In the mirror, she could see the Coach staring at her wide eyed with
awe. Jenny's cheeks flushed with embarrassment.  "I think we have a
winner," he said.
   "No way, it barely covers my nipples."
   "It's perfect."
   "You can see my ass!" Jenny wondered if seeing her ass was giving him
any ideas.
   "I like seeing your ass
   "Look at this," said Jenny sitting on the bench in the dressing room and
spreading her legs open.  The thong slid right between her labia before
turning into the scant material covering her crotch.  Light glistened on
fluids coating her crotch and thighs.
   "Looks like wearing it turns you on," said the Coach staring at her
pussy.  "Damn girl, shut dem legs or I'm gonna fuck you right here.  How
long until the wimp leaves?"
   "Be nice Coach," said Jenny standing up.  "And we still have a couple
hours until he's on the road."
   A few minutes later, they were standing in the check out line.  The
young woman ringing up the sale was looking at them distastefully.  "I
can't believe I'm buying this one," said Jenny, handing the woman Harold's
credit card.
   They checked out and walked back into the mall.  Jenny resisted the urge
to lean into her giant black lover and it was a good thing she did too. 
The Coach and Jenny turned the corner towards the next row of stores and
ran right smack into Tom and Anya White.  Anya stopped just in time, but
her breasts pressed against Jenny's, while Tom who wasn't paying attention
hit the Coach's chest and went down on his ass just like he'd hit a brick
wall.  "Yenny?" exclaimed Anya in surprise.  Her eyes glanced towards the
massive black man looming beside Jenny and they widened in shock.  "Vhat
are you doing here?"
   "Same as you, shopping," replied Jenny, watching the Coach pulling Tom
to his feet.  Tom got up shaking his hand from where the Coach's iron grip
had hurt him.  "Ran into the Coach here and we decided to look for
something to get the team and my girls."
   "Like vhat?"
   "Not sure, a trophy or something," said Jenny shrugging.
   "Well they earned it," interjected Tom.  "Congratulations on that win,
Coach.  It's about time Coxville had a win even if it were just that one
night.  Shame about last night."
   "We were all winners that night," replied Black, leering over at Jenny
who blushed a little as she recalled their night in the locker room shower.
Coxville had an away game last night and lost it by seven points.  Once
again Samson had been on fire, but Todd had been distracted blowing several
passes.
   "Well here's hoping for a few more," said Tom.  "As long as you got Todd
as quarterback, you've got a good chance.  That was one hell of a throw
against Bartown."
   "That was one amazing catch by Samson," added the Coach and it was
Samson's play, mutha fucker.
   "How's practice been?" asked Tom.  "Todd's been a little off this week.
He's down in the dumps for some reason he won`t talk to us about."
   That's because his girl friend dumped him for some man sized nigga dick,
chump, thought the Coach.  "I've noticed that too," said Black.  "I've
warned him that if he doesn't snap out of it, West is chomping at the bits
for a chance to lead the team."
   "I'll talk to him," said Tom.  "I'm sure it's just a phase."
   "Coach, we need to get going.  I have big plans this evening," said
Jenny.
   "Sure thing," answered Black.  "I got big plans too."
   "Hot date?' asked Tom.
   "Sort of, she's more of a fuck buddy," laughed the Coach as Anya gasped
at his crudeness.  "But the bitch is fine.  She's built like Jenny over
there."
   "Well good luck with that," said Tom, nodding in appreciation though his
wife's body was every bit as stacked as Jenny's.  "Come on Anya."
   "Men," tisked Jenny to her friend Anya.
   "Gut bye, Yenny," said Anya.
   "That was close," whispered Jenny.  "We need to make sure we don't look
like we're together."
   "Yes'm Miss Jenny.  Isa gonna walk ten paces behind ya, Miss Jenny.
   "Stop it." Jenny walked briskly away from the Coach and he followed just
a few paces behind.  "Hey!" she exclaimed excitedly.  "There's a Halloween
store.  I could use a costume for the Halloween dance next month."
   The next half hour proceeded similarly to the bikini store modeling
session.  Jenny tried on sexy outfits for the Coach's amusement.  The genie
outfit was a particular favorite.  He made her go without underwear so that
her breasts and pubes were visible through the diaphanous silk.  Black
actually growled lustfully at the French Maid costume.  "Buy that one and
you can wear it when you clean my apartment." He liked the sexy witch too,
but the school wouldn't approve of her wearing a costume associated with
the devil.
   Jenny sighed.  "Did you pick anything that I could actually wear to the
school dance?"
   "Just this Princess Leia costume." Jenny took it, picturing herself in a
dark wig with buns on the sides of her head, the white robe, and she could
buy a toy gun at the toy store in the mall.  Of course, it was the slave
girl Leia costume.  Jenny admired herself in the costume as she put her
hair up on her head and braided it.  The top was tight and a lot of breast
flesh stuck out.  The costume showed more flesh then it covered.  Her hips,
belly and legs were bared with just a skirt hanging down between her legs
to cover her goodies.  It was sluttier then the movie's costume with heeled
platform sandals.  "Buy it," said the Coach.
   "It's not very sensible.  I need something to wear to the school dance,
not to Jabba's palace.  I'd never get this past Principal Long." All
teachers were required to model their costumes before the Principal for
approval before he'd allow them to wear anything.  Jenny pictured herself
modeling this outfit before the old black man.
   "Buy it," said the Coach.  "Long's near retirement and not worried about
getting fired.  I gotta feeling that anything goes at this years dance."
   "Still, I couldn't wear this in front of my students," said Jenny,
turning from left to right and admiring the fit.  "Plus, it's $200."
   Black stepped into the dressing room, grabbed the long chain hanging
down from the slave collar.  He yanked her towards him, pressing his lips
against hers.  Jenny immediately melted against him.  "Buy it," he growled.
"Because I like it."
   Jenny trembled, wanting to kiss him again, wanting him inside her.  "I
think I'll buy it then."
   "Good girl.  Now how long until we can fuck again?"
   "Damn, still over an hour."
   "Well we haven't hit the lingerie store yet," said the Coach with a
grin. Jenny paid for her costume with Harold's card and the two were off to
the lingerie store.  "Time to find you some sexy underwear," said the
Coach. "For your husband of course."
   Lingerie shopping went similar to the other stores.  Black only let her
try on thongs.  Nor would he bring her any tops in her cup size.  One set
made her feel really sexy.  It consisted of tiny lacy black panties, bra,
and garters holding up black nylons.  "Me like," grunted the Coach.  We're
getting that one." Black said, "We're getting that one too," when she
modeled the sheer red Valentines lingerie.  The bra cups and panty were red
hearts.  "And that one," he said to the sheer blue baby doll nighty.
   "Look Coach," said Jenny reaching around to her side.  There was a
ripping sound and she flung the top and the sheer blue covering at him. 
Her big breasts jiggled.  "Velcro.  The panty too," she told him, showing
him that the sides of the panty was being held on by just a thin strip of
Velcro.
   "Wear that one under your clothes.  Just rip the tag off."
   "I feel so sexy in this," said Jenny, "but whenever I'm alone with you,
I plan on being naked."
   "Fuck, I want that pussy now."
   "Harold should be hitting the road any minute."
   "Lets go."
   Jenny purchased five sets of new sexy underwear.  Gosh, Harold's going
to kill me, she thought when she added up the totals of all her purchases
in her head.  They were quickly out the main door of the Coxburg mall,
giggling like young lovers as they raced to the Coach's car.  She had his
cock hard and in her hand before he even started the engine.  This time he
didn't resist squealing the wheels.  His car roared out of the parking lot
heading for Coxville as fast as he thought he could get away with without
getting a ticket.  At first, Jenny planned on just stroking his cock, but
after awhile, she couldn't resist leaning down to kiss it again.  Kissing
turned to licking and licking turned to sucking.  It took all her self
control not to suck him as fast as she could.  She craved the taste of his
cum, but she craved having the big cock jerking and ejaculating in her
pussy even more.  Coach Black managed to shave ten minutes off their
commute.
   The Coach parked boldly in her driveway as if he were man of the house.
He even kissed her at her front door while she fumbled with her keys.  God,
I hope the neighbors aren't watching, thought Jenny, but she kissed Black
back as passionately as he was kissing her.  Finally, she managed to get
the key in her lock and the two eager lovers were in her house.
   Jenny gulped as she led the Coach towards her bedroom.  Her entire body
felt electrified with anticipation.  Black walked over to her marital bed
and straightened the covers.  When he turned around, he grinned when he saw
that Jenny had already pulled the sundress over her head.  She stood
looking at him with big doe eyes.  Her body showed signs of her extreme
arousal.  Nipples pushed out the sheer material of her new teddy's top. 
She trembled slightly and was breathing heavily.  Coach Black took a few
strides towards her.  She stared at him in anticipation, wondering what he
was going to do next.  Would he reach out and touch her?  Would he take her
in his strong arms and kiss her deeply?  The Coach reached out with his
strong right hand and grabbed the top of the teddy.  Jenny gasped as he
ripped her top off.  She stumbled a step closer to him, almost in his arms.
His hand covered the tip of her prodigious right breast.  His brown eyes
seemed to dominate her blue ones as he stared into them.  Jenny felt his
left hand grab the top of her panty, the knuckles scraping down her blonde
bush.  The Velcro tore apart as he ripped her panties off leaving her naked
before him.  Jenny gasped, her heart racing.  "My god, you're a man," she
whispered.
   Coach Black grabbed her then and kissed her deeply.  She shuddered when
the tip of his index finger found her wetness, slipping inside her hot
pussy.  He kept kissing her as he slowly spun her around and walked her
backwards to the bed.  Black pushed her down on the bed and she slid back
so that her head rested on the pillow.  Jenny stared at the dominant black
man as he pulled his tee shirt off over her head and his strong muscular
chest came into view.  Her pussy was hungry for him, hungry for anything.
At first, she fought the urge to touch herself watching him strip and then
she gave in, spreading her legs open and fingering her clit while the Coach
pushed his jeans down.  His powerful cock was struggling against his
underwear.  Jenny pushed one finger into her pussy as his cock started to
appear.  A small orgasm surprised her as his giant black cock sprang up
free, of it's confines, still wet from her slow blowjob.  Coach Black
chuckled too, noticing that she had squirted a little.  It would be the
first of many orgasms that day.
   Black climbed on the bed at her feet and kneeled there, watching her
play with herself.  He lifted her left leg and kissed the inside of her
ankle.  Then he leaned forward and kissed her knee, the inside of her
thigh, licking towards the wetness coating her thigh, laying down between
her legs.  She gasped in shock when his thick tongue licked up her labia.
This was an unexpected surprise, but then the Coach was always full of
surprises.  He ate her pussy with gusto as if he enjoyed eating her out
every bit as much as she enjoyed sucking his big black cock.  A finger
worked into her pussy, soon joined by another, combined they were thicker
then Harold's penis.  He worked his fingers in and out as he sucked her
clit between his lips.  Jenny's body went crazy, humping into his fingers
and tongue.  She came again.
   Jenny lay still gasping for breath as she recovered from her orgasm. 
The Coach's tongue slid up the crevice of her thigh moving up the side of
her short blonde bush.  He reached her abdomen, and then his tongue dipped
into her belly button.  He withdrew his tongue and kissed her navel before
working his tongue up over stomach and then her rib cage.  Jenny's body was
starting to respond as she got hotter and hotter for him.  He was working
his way up her body, his black cock getting closer and closer to her pussy.
She was moaning and writhing beneath him, her hands under his biceps,
trying to pull him up faster.  The tongue was now licking up the underside
of one giant breast, finding her nipple, flickering back and forth over her
engorged pink nipple, before he sucked her entire areola into his mouth. 
He moved his mouth to her next breast and did the same for it.  He spent a
few minutes worshipping the huge breasts that so many Coxville males had
fantasized about since the time Jenny had been fourteen.  As his tongue and
kisses moved up her chest, she finally felt the bulbous cock head probing
at her pussy.
   Jenny Summers was so worked up and ready for him to be inside her, that
the plum-sized cock head, easily pushed into her.  Jenny moaned, gasped,
whimpered, and gave little cries of joy as she worked her pussy all around
the tip of his powerful cock.  It pushed deeper as the Coach kissed up her
neck.  His mouth came down on hers, their tongues dueling with shared lust.
Jenny came again as his cock pushed deeper then Harold had ever been. 
Deeper and deeper, the black cock entered her, stretching her like no man
but the Coach could.  The head pressed hard against her cervix, squirts of
precum, softening her cervix enough so that the head could push through
into her womb and when his cock entered her completely, she came again.
   Just this very morning, Jenny Summers had lain in the same position in
the same bed with her husband on top of her.  If she'd felt any guilt over
cheating on her husband, it was alleviated by the intense pleasure she got
from having the Coach's black cock inside her.  Sex with Harold had lasted
all of five minutes.  It took that long just for the Coach to get his cock
inside her.  She'd lain motionless beneath her husband's sweaty body,
waiting for it to end, faking pleasure.  She didn't fake it with the Coach.
She wasn't motionless either.  As he started moving his cock, she raised
her hips into hit thrusts, fucking him back for all she was worth.  Black
didn't crush her beneath his bulk either.  His strong muscular body
enveloped her, making her feel protected and possessed.  He dominated her
completely.
   Coach Black did a push up and sat up so that he was kneeling between her
spread legs.  He worked his cock around some more before pulling all but
most of the head out of her.  "Wanna try something?" he asked.
   Jenny moaned and grunted in frustration as she bucked her hips up into
his cock, wanting him fully inside her again.  Oh god, she thought, please
tell me you want to fuck my ass.  "What?" she asked.
   "Role playing." He pushed half his cock back in her pussy.  "I'm gonna
knock you up."
   "What?" she asked again.
   Black buried his cock in her pussy and held it there while he flexed his
huge shaft inside her.  "Feel the head?  It's in your womb."
   "So deep in my pussy," moaned Jenny writhing in lust as she came again.
   "Gonna put a black baby in this pussy." Black pulled his cock back and
thrust it forwards again.  "Knock this white pussy up."
   "Yes!" squealed Jenny with lust.  "Do it.  Knock up my white pussy."
This is so hot, she thought.  I'm actually going to cum again.
   Coach Black went crazy, fucking her pussy for all he was worth.  Her
hips leaping up to meet his thrusts.  His stamina was amazing.  The whole
time they were fucking, their eyes were locked together.  Black swimming in
the azure blue of her beautiful eyes and Jenny lost in the darkness of
space as she stared into his dark eyes.  She was alone, drifting aimlessly
and then the darkness was filled with shooting stars of light.  She
screamed her joy at their beauty for she was cumming again.  Her black
lover's giant cock was shooting it's load directly into her womb and this
orgasm made all the other ones pale in comparison.  "Fill my womb.  I want
your baby," she screamed.
   Coach Black was gasping.  His cock was still jumping inside her, still
cumming.  "Gonna keep this pussy plugged up and let my boys fertilize some
eggs." The Coach groaned and worked his cock some more.  "That should do
it," he growled, yanking his cock out.  It shot up as it cleared her
stretched pussy and shot a large load of semen across her breasts and face.
"Whoops!  Still had a wad left in me," he apologized.
   Jenny smiled as the past weeks sexual frustrations were finally
satisfied.  She put her index finger in a pool of his sperm on her breast
and rubbed it around her hard nipple.  "That was fun," she said.  "Best
fuck yet."
   The Coach looked down at the sexually charged young mother.  "I'm not
done with you yet."
   Jenny looked at his still swollen cock.  It was just as swollen, just as
rock hard as it had been when he started cumming.  "Let's try something
else," she told him, rolling over on her stomach and thrusting her rear at
him.  A long trail of white semen steadily leaked from her pussy.  "We
haven't fucked like this yet."
   The Coach pushed his cock back inside her and started pumping away. 
Jenny Summers moaned and groaned on her marriage bed while the Coach fucked
her doggy style.  She looked over at the nightstand and a picture of her
and Harold at their wedding.  "Sorry Harold," she mouthed, but she wasn't
really sorry.
   Jenny pushed herself to all fours while Black continued fucking her. 
"Pull it out a moment," she told him.  The Coach's cock cleared her pussy.
"Now move the head up a little bit."
   Coach Black smirked.  Slut wants it in her ass, he thought.  "What do
you want?" he asked, letting the tip of his slick cock accidentally push
against her rectum.
   Jenny sucked her lower lip in.  She was too scared to ask him, worried
he would think she was some sort of pervert, but she'd had an itch up her
ass since watching her daughter take Samson's cock in her ass last week. 
Kitty had appeared to love it.  "I want it in my ass," she blurted.
   "Why Mrs.  Summers!"
   "Please!  Don't think I'm perverted, but I want to try it in my ass."
She waited.  "Please?" There was still no response.  "Please say
something," she begged worried she'd disgusted her secret lover.  "Forget
it.  Don't hate me.  Fuck my pussy again."
   "Naw!  I think it's time to fuck that white ass, slut."
   Jenny felt the tip of the Coach's cock press hard against her sphincter.
Oh my god, she thought.  It's finally going to happen.  He's going to fuck
my ass with that big black cock of his.  The pressure grew and her anus
started pushing into her rectum before the rosebud started opening. 
"OW!!!" she cried.  It felt literally like a golf ball was being pushed
into her ass.  "It's ripping me in two!"
   "Damn!  That's tight," grunted the Coach.  His cock head slipped inside.
He worked it around a bit, his shaft still slick from fucking her pussy. 
Black grabbed her hips and pulled her back into his cock as he pressed
forwards.  His cock worked deeper into her ass.  Jenny Summers trembled and
he could hear her sobbing.  "Relax and quit trying to push it out," he told
her.
   Jenny did as she was told and his cock slipped deeper.  Her face was
scrunched up and her forehead dripped with sweat.  "It's too big," groaned
Jenny.  "This was a bad idea," and the massive cock slipped deeper.
   **************
   Samson West parked his car on the street beside the Summer's house. 
Kitty was sitting beside him, leaning into him, her hand resting
possessively on his bulge.  She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. 
"Looks like mom is home.  Wait here and don't let her see you."
   "Sure thing babe," he replied.  Samson watched her jump out of his car,
big boobs bouncing and sweet ass shaking.  His already semi hard cock
stiffened as he watched her.  They fucked five times since the first time
they'd hooked up.  Kitty was completely addicted to fucking him and her
only regret was that they were dating in secret.  There'd be another regret
soon if the pair didn't learn some self control.  Samson promised to pull
out every time, but never could.  It even seemed like his body was
betraying him, making him slam his cock forwards when he came instead of
yanking it out.  Kitty had even quit asking him to pull it out, loving the
orgasms his spurting cock gave her when he came inside.  Just thinking
about it had him as hard as a rock.  Samson had to reach inside his pants
to adjust himself.  As he fixed his cock, he looked at the car pulled into
the driveway.  Funny, he thought, that looks like the Coach's car.
   Kitty slowly climbed the stairs inside her house towards her room. 
"Fuck it!!" she heard her mother scream.  Yech, my parents are doing it,
thought Kitty, shivering at the thought.  It occurred to her that her
father was supposed to be out on the road by now.  She'd memorized the hour
he was leaving today as she would be rid of him for a week.  Her dad had
been rather annoyingly clingy all week.
   Kitty paused outside her parents bedroom and listened at the door.  "It
hurts," groaned her mother, "But don't stop." Next came some groans and a
deep masculine grunt as well as some slapping noises.  "Fuck my white ass!"
Kitty jumped away from the door.  Just what the hell is going on in there?
She stepped brazenly back up to the door, placed her hand on the knob, and
slowly turned it.  Kitty Summers opened the door a crack and peeked
through. Oh my god!  No!!  Kitty shook her head in denial.  Mom, how could
you do this to dad?  She wondered, but as she stared at Coach Black's
muscular dark skinned physique, she understood exactly why her mom was
doing this.
   "Hold still and let me get used to it," hissed Jenny, through gritted
teeth.  Both black man and white woman paused, breathing heavily for it had
been a struggle for both of them.  She'd managed an impressive ten or
eleven inches before he bottomed out.  Jenny's ass was stretching now,
conforming to his huge shaft.  "That's better," said Jenny, relaxing her
body.  "Now fuck that ass, lover."
   "Come up and kiss me first," said the Coach.
   Jenny reared up onto her knees, turning her head sideways so that they
could kiss passionately and deeply.  Black reached around her and grabbed
her huge bust.  As large as Coach Black's hands were, there was still large
amounts of white tit flesh squeezed out between his fingers.  He pinched
and tugged on Jenny's erect nipples, never breaking their kiss as she
ground her ass back into his hard cock.
   Kitty stared in awe at the scene before her eyes.  Mom looks so
beautiful right now, she thought.  Then her eyes narrowed.  Bitch wouldn't
let me date a black man, but it's ok for her to betray my dad with one.
   "Get down on all fours," grunted the Coach, releasing her breasts and
pushing her down.
   Kitty's eyes suddenly went wide as she watched the Coach pull inch after
thick inch of the biggest cock she'd ever seen from her mom's ass.  He's
bigger then Samson, she thought, and he'd left the head of his huge cock
inside her mom's rectum.
   "Now ram that big black cock home," groaned Jenny.
   "Here it cums slut," grunted Coach Black, pushing his cock in deep,
pulling back and pushing deep again.  Jenny's eyes rolled up in her head
and she looked ecstatic.  Kitty understood completely how much pleasure her
mom was getting at that moment and she chose to forgive her mother for
cheating on her father.  "I'm not a slut," moaned Jenny.
   Kitty watched a cocky smirk spread across Coach Black's face.  "You
grabbed my cock a minute after seeing it and started sucking it a minute
after that."
   "It was... so big... so black." Jenny had her eyes closed now as she got
her ass reamed.  Kitty pulled her cell phone out and held it up, snapping a
picture.  "I love my husband," continued her mother, "and I love your cock,
but I'm not a slut."
   "Asking to get fucked in the ass puts you one step away from being a
full fledged slut for black cock," said the Coach, the bucking of his hips
picking up speed.
   Jenny put her head down on the mattress, long blonde hair covering her
face.  She started pushing back into his thrusts.
   Kitty glanced down at the picture on her cell phone.  With this picture
she can't stop me from dating Samson, thought Kitty wanting to shout it out
with triumph.
   "Maybe I'm your slut," Jenny told her lover.  "You said getting fucked
in the ass was one step away.  What's the last step?"
   "Getting two black cocks at once," said Black.
   Jenny lifted her head, the surprised look on her face mirroring the one
on her daughter's to the point no one could have doubted they were related.
Two black cocks!  Thought mother and daughter at the same time.  "I'd never
do that," said Jenny, but the idea was already bouncing around in her mind.
She saw herself riding the Coach in her marital bed while a second Coach
Black was reaming her ass.  Kitty saw herself kneeling between two black
men, the Coach fucking her pussy, while Samson shoved his cock down her
throat.  Two at once, thought Jenny, her body was responding to the idea.
Oh shit!  I'm gonna cum!
   Kitty backed away from the door while her mom moaned.  The married
blonde cheerleading coach's body trembled as she came from getting her ass
fucked by a massive black cock.  Kitty turned and fled back down the
stairs. She burst threw her front door and skipped over towards Samson's
car.  "What gives?" asked Samson.
   Kitty showed Samson the picture on her phone.  "I just caught mom with
Coach Black.  Now mom will have to let us date and I'll make her get me on
the pill." She slid in the car besides Samson.  "I even think I'll bring
you to Aunt Kat's barbeque tomorrow afternoon."
   Samson stared intently at the picture.  Jenny Summers had been every
boys fantasy since tenth grade.  Coach Black, you are da fucking man, he
thought.  "Better send me a copy in case your mom tries to take your cell
phone."
   "Good idea," said Kitty taking her phone back and typing on it.  "I'm
forwarding it now." Kitty and Samson sat side by side each looking at their
phones.  "And now I'll send my mom a copy." She giggled as she typed.  "No
more sneaking around and you can stay in my room whenever dad's out of
town." Kitty turned to smile and kiss her new boyfriend, but found him
typing away at his phone.  "What are you doing?" she asked.
   "Just texting my bros," replied Samson.  Wait until they see this
picture, he thought.  He typed send.  "Done.  Now lets go fuck."
   Kitty shivered at the thought of getting his cock inside her again.  She
thought of how good it felt as he ejaculated his huge loads of sperm inside
her.  Just the memories made her pussy quiver.  "Just pull it out this
time," she told him without conviction.  "Or wear a rubber."
   "I ain't wearing a rubber," said Samson.  "I don't even think they make
them for black men."
   "You can't keep cumming in me."
   "I'll control myself this time."
   "That's what you said last time and the time before that and the ti..."
   "I didn't hear you complaining." Samson leaned over and kissed her
before driving off.
   ****************
   "Keep fucking my ass," screamed Jenny.  I'm cumming again, cumming from
having my ass fucked!
   "Here it cums, slut," growled the Coach, thrusting his cock forwards as
far as it would go.  His huge nuts emptying their load inside her bowels.
   "Fill my ass!  I love it." Jenny felt his tightly restricted cock
bucking inside her as wad after wad of the Coach's sperm shot from it.  "I
love it.  I love you fucking my ass," she told him.  "I love..." Oh no,
Jenny Summers, you can't be having these feelings.  "I love... you," she
blurted.  "I love you." Jenny's head fell to the ground as her body
continued trembling with orgasms.
   "Ha!" laughed the Coach, she loves me after two fucks, that's a new
record.  He pulled back until his cock sprang free.  The black rock hard
shaft shot up and shot several thick wads of cum on her back, more sperm
dripping down to her ass cheeks.  He moved back, staring at her formerly
tightly puckered rectum.  It was an open hole now, well fucked until it had
turned an angry red.  The hole suddenly turned white and then a steady
trickle of his seed began flowing down her labia until it dripped off her
clit to the bed spread.
   Jenny slowly recovered and looked back over her shoulder towards her ass
with a horrified expression on her face.  What have I done?  She thought.
She looked at the coach, he was standing, his pants already on, putting his
shirt on over his muscular chest.  Oh god, I love him.  Harold means
nothing to me.
   "I gotta get going to practice," said Black as Jenny rolled over onto
her back.  He leaned down and gave her a deep kiss, pinching one hard
nipple as he did so.  Her body writhed at his touch.
   "Coach," said Jenny as he was exiting the room.  He stopped.  "I am your
slut."
   Black turned around.  "I know.  Get rid of your daughter and I'll stay
over tonight."
   Jenny struggled to her feet, hearing the Coach whistling as he walked
heavily down her stairs.  She stood, going to her drawers to find some of
her old white panties.  She didn't want to soil the sexy new ones she'd
bought.  Jenny pulled the panties on, cum was still squirting from her ass,
not to mention still leaking from her well fucked pussy.
   Jenny Summers left her bedroom and walked downstairs.  Maybe Kitty will
want to stay over at Pamela's or Patty's, she thought.  The thought of
spending an entire night in a real bed with the Coach had her trembling
with anticipation.  "Now where's my cell?" Jenny found her discarded cell
phone and turned it on.  "Oh!  Kitty's sent me a picture!  Jenny opened the
message, her mouth falling open in shock and horror at seeing herself with
the Coach.  The caption read, Mom, if you can have a black man in your bed,
so can I.
   **************
   Todd paced the locker-room.  "Alright, it looks like Coach Black is
either late or he isn't coming.  Lets go do some calisthenics.  On the
field boys, lets go.  Let's go!" he shouted.  The team started filing out
of the locker room.  Todd turned to see five of the black players all
staring intently at their cell phones.  "What the hell you guys looking at?
Lets Go!" They didn't move.  They rarely listened to him.  They only
listened to Samson.  And where the hell was Samson?  "Get out on the field
as soon as you can and will one of ya give Samson a call and tell him to
get his ass here right now." The five black men didn't respond.  They just
continued staring into their phones.  Finally, the disgusted quarterback
turned and followed the rest of the team out.
   Stubby stared at the picture, shaking his head, to awed to speak.
   "Look at those big ass white titties," grunted an awed Anthony.
   LD, who's father was a porn star in Los Angeles muttered, "I wanna fuck
a white bitch."
   Max growled, "Yeah, Samson's gonna have to hook us up with some white
pussy too."
   Little Leroy chuckled, "Fuck that slut's ass, Coach."
   "Damn!  Mrs.  Summers likes her some nigger cock," added Deon.
   -5 days until the pool party.
   The BBQ
   Kat Jones leaped out of the passenger seat the moment her husband pulled
in the driveway.  Nathan Bedford Jones moved more leisurely as he exited
the driver's seat.  He paused to open the rear door for his mother-in-law.
"Thank you Nathan," said Candace Cox, rising from the back seat.  "Such a
gentleman.  That's why you're my favorite son-in-law."
   "Shush Mama Cox, I've heard you tell Harold the same thing," replied
Nathan.
   "Y'all hurry it up," yelled Katherine from the front door.  "We got
guests arriving at any moment.  Nathan, get the grill fired up.  Mom, you
can help me in the kitchen with the potato salad."
   "Sure thing dear, but not until I shower first," replied Candy.
   "And I think I'll done be tapping the keg first," said Nathan.
   "Y'all just hurry," yelled an exasperated Kat, disappearing into her
house.
   "Don't worry, I'll get-r-done," laughed Nathan with a wink, quoting his
favorite comic whom he also resembled somewhat.  Nathan was a redneck from
head to toe.  He had a couple missing teeth, but luckily they were in the
back of his mouth a didn't show when he smiled.  He had an impressive gut
and a chubby cherubic face.  He was charming and likable.  Few people who
knew him didn't like him.  His only flaw was that he was terribly racist,
not openly rude or hostile, but he wanted nothing to do with blacks and
didn't think the races should mingle at all.  His views were abnormally
common in Coxville County.  Integration was supposed to have set the
backwards county on a more progressive path, but for some reason seemed to
have made things worse.
   Candy Cox hurried upstairs to her daughter's bedroom and master bath. 
She stripped off her blouse and skirt before starting the water.  She had a
magnificent body for a woman approaching sixty.  With a tight bikini top,
holding up her huge bosom, she could still pull off a bikini and with dark
sunglasses hiding the laugh lines around her eyes, most onlookers would
have guessed she was in her early forties.  Without the tight top, her
heavy breasts hung low.  They'd been proud and firm up until menopause,
breast involution making them sag as she aged.  Her body resembled her
daughter Jennifer's more then Katherine's, but then Jenny Summers had
gotten pregnant where Kat was childless.  Nathan had been in a drag racing
accident in his teens and an injury had left him with virtually no sperm in
his semen.  Candy knew being childless left Kat a little unfulfilled, but
at least she'd keep her killer figure.  The Cox women blossomed early often
having C-cup breasts at thirteen and double Ds by eighteen as her
granddaughter Kitty did now and Kat still had at 33.  But as soon as a Cox
woman got knocked up, breasts swelled up another cup size or two and their
tight bubble butts started plumping up.
   Katherine Cox Jones wiped sweat off her eyes, jealous that her mom was
taking a cool shower.  They had just gotten back from a COCKS Saturday away
game.  It had been a typical hot sweaty Southern day with the sun beating
down constantly on everyone making her envy Jenny her pool.  The Cocks had
been down 21-0 by halftime, no thanks to Kitty's boyfriend Todd and a
couple of lousy passes, but then Coach Black had pulled Todd and let Samson
West quarterback.  Kat was a big supporter of Todd's, but she couldn't
disagree with the Coach and sure enough that nigger Samson turned the game
around.  Not only could he catch a football, but he could throw too, and
one time he even ran a touchdown.  He pulled off three touchdowns the
second half and the game went into overtime with another black player
scoring a field goal.  And so the Cocks got their third victory of the
year, though the first was a scrimage game and didn't count.
   Kat was a little relieved when her mother replaced her and she was able
to take her own shower.  Cooled and refreshed, she pulled on some short
khaki shorts, pink sneakers, and a pink GO COCKS tee shirt that she'd worn
back when she was head cheerleader at Coxville High back in 1994, three
years behind Jenny.  Jenny could no longer fit in her pink tee, her breasts
having outgrown it.  Kat did something else Jenny couldn't get away with
and that was go braless.  Kat had some fat nipples, but they'd never been
particularly sensitive and rarely puffed up other then the rare occasions
the temperature fell below freezing in Coxville.  Oddly, the hardest she'd
ever seen them was after she'd woken from the strange sex dream she'd had
the previous week.  Kat had dreamed she was being taken on her kitchen
table by a shadowy figure.  She couldn't identify the man as he was
featureless except for the fact that he was bearded and hung like a horse.
Her nipples had been rock hard when she woke from that hot dream and even
the thin bed sheet scraping across them sent shivers of excitement down to
her wet pussy.  Nathan had been surprised but thrilled waking up to his
wife mounting him.  Kat's nipples had even been sensitive to the point that
the minute her husband's lips clamped around one of them, she'd had a rare
small orgasm.
   Kat began to regret her decision to go braless the moment she stepped
out into her backyard.  Just thinking about the dream had her nipples
poking out her shirt a little.  Her nipples' usual numbness was gone and
she started feeling a little aroused as her tee shirt rubbed against them.
To make things worse, the humidity soon had her pores leaking sweat, her
skin developed a sexy wet sheen as the sun was setting.  The dampness made
her already tight tee shirt cling to her wet body, the top hugging her
large DD bosom until her entire areola became visible.  Candy gave her a
disapproving frown, Nathan whistled and poured her a beer.  He smacked her
ass, pretty sure he was gonna get some tonight.  Kat kissed him on the
cheek.  He was going to get some tonight.  They'd fallen into the one night
of sex every week or two doldrums, but as she'd been unusually horny since
having the hot erotic dream, they'd done it three times the past week.
   The guests started arriving.  Nathan threw some burgers and hotdogs on
the grill or as he liked to call them, Bartown boogers and Coxville all
beef cocks.  About twenty people had arrived, mostly coworkers of Nathan's
and Kat's.  Nathan worked for the cable company and Kat was a bank teller.
Kat's fellow tellers were all sexy buxom Coxville types in their twenties.
The yearly barbeque was also a mini Cox family reunion.  Candy's late
husband had five siblings, two brothers and three sisters, all of whom had
fifteen children and 32 grandchildren.  By the time the party had reached
thirty people, at least half were blonde haired and blue eyed relatives
with Cox blood in them.
   One new arrival stood out.
   "Who invited the nigger?" asked Nathan, taking a swig out of his beer.
   "Hush," said his mother-in-law.  "I ran into Principle Long at the game
and invited him.
   "Mom, ya should have asked first," said Kat.  "But it's alright by me."
Kat watched her former principal approach.  "Howdy, Mr.  Long, welcome to
my home."
   "Miss Cox or should I say, Mrs.  Jones now," said Long.  He was carrying
a bag.  He held it out to Candy.  "Here's the item you requested," he told
her.
   "Thanks Mr.  Long," said Candy, taking the bag.
   "Please, call me Willie."
   "Of course, Willie it is then." Candy peeked in the bag and then closed
it rapidly when her daughter leaned over to see what was inside.  "It's a
surprise," said Candy.  "Nathan, why don't you see if Willie would like a
booger or a cock."
   "Right on," said Nathan.  He was staring out at the front lawn and
street.  More cars were pulling up.  "What the hell?"
   Candy and Kat turned to stare where he was looking.  Two more black men
had arrived.  "Who the hell are they?" asked Kat.
   "The shorter one is Samson West, our big star right now," answered Long.
"The bigger one is Hercules West, class of `06 if he had graduated, but
Mrs. Summers had him suspended from football for failing her health class
and since he wasn't playing football, he quit showing up to school."
   "Well who invited them?" asked Nathan as the two black men made a bee
line for the keg.  One old black man was bad, but two uppity young ones was
too much.
   "Is that Kitty?" asked Candy.  Kitty had sprung out of the car behind
the two black men.  She was still in uniform and practically skipped up to
Samson, taking his arm as they headed to the keg.
   "Kitty, where's your mama?" yelled Candy.
   Kitty was smiling and laughing as she skipped along next to Samson. 
"She's on her way.  Something came up with Coach Black back in the lockers
and she needed to take care of it."
   "What's so funny?" asked Candy after Principal Long gave a loud chortle.
   "Oh Nothing," he replied.  "Oh is that Mrs.  Kindle over there.  Excuse
me, I need to have a few words with her.
   *************
   "Mr.  and Mrs.  Kindle," said Long walking over to the couple.
   Bobbie Sue looked a little surprised to see her boss at the barbeque. 
"Mr.  Long, what a nice surprise," said the pretty blonde English teacher.
Her large breasts had earned her the nickname Boobie Sue.  She was close
friends with Kat and the two blondes had been on the cheerleading squad
together.  "You remember my husband."
   "Go COCKS!" said Bobbie Sue's husband.
   "Of course," said Willie, reaching out to shake Mr.  Kindle's hand.  He
turned his attention back to Bobbie Sue and looked stern.  "I need to see
you in my office on Monday Mrs.  Kindle."
   Bobbie Sue froze and looked nervous.  "Of course, sir.  May I ask why?"
   "It involves our resident genius, Melvin..." Long paused, watching
Bobbie Sue's face drain of color.  "And Andy Gooch." He paused as Bobbie
Sue went completely white and he tried to keep from laughing maniacally. 
"I believe you kept him after class the other day.  See me immediately
after class, Mrs.  Kindle."
   "O-of course, sir," she replied gulping.
   Long turned and walked away, smiling as he heard Mr.  Kindle ask his
wife what that was all about.  He didn't hear her response.
   Blackmail Bobbie Sue Kindle, check, he thought.
   *************
   "Why don't you let me tap some of dat ass?" asked Hercules.
   "You is crazy if you think I'm sharing Kitty," replied Samson.  "That
bitch is one cock crazy ho."
   "Come on bro.  I wants some white pussy too."
   "Get your own then.  Kitty's all mine." Samson watched Kitty running
over to greet her mother.  Kitty's gramma was already talking to Jenny and
Coach Black was standing behind them, arms crosses.  "At least until I tap
some of her mom's sweet pussy.  Then I'll share Kitty."
   "Yo dreamin mutha fucker," said Herc.  "That uptight bitch would never
fuck your black ass." Hercules was no fan of Jenny Summers after she'd had
him kicked off the football team.  He fantasized about shoving his thirteen
inch cock deep in her little pink pussy while spanking her ass red for what
she did to him.
   "We'll see about that bro," said Samson with a smirk.  He pushed one
hand deep in his pocket and felt his cell phone.  He could easily blackmail
the lovely Mrs.  Summers with the picture he had on his phone of her with
the Coach.  He would have blackmailed her already, but wasn't sure how the
Coach would have reacted if he found out.  Apart from his older brother,
Coach Black was about the only person Samson was afraid of.  He also saw
the Coach as a father figure and didn't want to step on his toes.  Samson
decided to hold off on the blackmail, but if he ever got a chance to seduce
her, he'd take it.  "I got a feeling it runs in the family bro."
   "Runs in da family?  What about the hot ho throwin dis party?"
   "I don't know anything about her," replied Samson.  "Kitty's aunt Kat
and the redneck in the overalls on the grill is her husband Nathan Jones.
Alls I know."
   "Mrs.  Summers' sister huh?" Hercules stared at the buxom blonde.  Kat
was standing alone, watching her sister approach.  "I gonna go see if you
is right and Kat is a big a cock crazy ho as you say her niece."
   "Hold on fucker.  Don't blow it for me," said Samson, angrily.
   "Don't worry bro, I'll be discreet."
   ***************
   Kat watched her sister pull up in her car, another car with tinted
windows pulled up behind Jenny's.  Jenny Summers got out of her car and
much to Kat's surprise, Coach Black's giant form stood up from the second
car.  Well, it looks like my barbeque has finally been integrated, she
thought.  At least we made it eight years lilly white.  Kat stood on her
toes and waved at her sister.  "Come on in y'all," she yelled.  "The
party's in the backyard.  Grab a bite.  Nathan's got dogs and burgers on
the grill.  Hey Jenny!  Go COCKS!  Great game y'all.  If ya need anthin jus
holler at me girl."
   Kat came back down off her toes as the Cox girl's mother made a beeline
for Jenny.  Candy wanted to know what her granddaughter was doing hanging
on the arms of a black boy.  Kitty followed closely behind Candy probably
hoping to do some damage control.
   A big strong hand suddenly smacked her right ass cheek and squeezed it.
Kat jumped about six inches off the ground and dropped her beer cup. 
Hercules loomed over her shoulder.  "Dis a nice big yard ya got here, Mrs.
Jones," he said squeezing her ass again.  "Nice and big!"
   "Oh.  MY!" cried Kat with a gasp.  "What do you think you're doin?  Quit
that!  Kat turned aghast to stare at the hulking black brute.  Sunlight
glinted off his bald head.  He smirked down at her.  "How dare you touch
me?
   "Whoa there lady," said Hercules, holding up his hands in surrender. 
"Just complementing you on your big backyard." His eyes flickered down to
her breasts.  "And testing a theory of my brothers." Hercules winked at her
and walked over towards the keg.
   Kat glanced down at her breasts and gasped in horror.  Her nipples had
turned completely erect, standing out prominently through the tight pink
shirt as hard as they had been the night of her dream.  Her nipples had
never reacted this way before to her husband or any man, especially a black
man.  Worse, her panties had suddenly turned damp and it wasn't just from
sweat.  Kat suddenly turned and looked around nervously, but no one seemed
to have noticed the incident.  She bent down to retrieve her empty beer cup
and picked it up.  Kat waited for the obnoxious black brute to leave the
keg before strolling over to refill her cup.  This time men did notice her,
many of her guests eyes zooming in on her erect nipples, the males
approvingly and the females, disapprovingly.
   **************
   An hour later, Kat followed Jenny up the stairs to the master bedroom.
"What's going on Jenny?" asked Kat.  "Since when are you so friendly with
niggers?
   Jenny sighed, but didn't glance back as she climbed the stairs. 
"Lighten up, Kat.  Coach Black doesn't have too many friends so I thought
it would be nice to invite him over to meet some people.  Besides, I really
think he's going to lead this team to a state championship.  If not this
year, then next."
   "Well, I don't know how many people he's gonna meet with ya'll hanging
beside him all afternoon.  Harold know ya'll is so friendly with niggers.
Kitty too?"
   "You sound just like mom," said Jenny, sending her sister and disgusted
glance.  "What do you want from me?  You want me to admit that I'm fucking
him.  Alright, I'm fucking Coach Black."
   "Jenny stop," said Kat in horror.
   "I fucked him in the shower after the big game last week.  I let him
stick his big black cock and by big I mean this..." Jenny held her hands
more then a foot apart.  "I let him stick it in my ass yesterday and I
fucking loved it.  I even fucked him in the shower again before coming to
your little barbecue.  There are you happy." Jenny glared at her sister as
they stood outside the Jones' master bedroom.
   Alright, alright, calm down ya'll," said Kat, soothingly.  "I know
you're kidding.  Sorry.  But Kitty does concern me.  She's been hanging on
that black boy's arm all afternoon and his brother makes me a little
nervous."
   "Hercules is trouble, but then so is Samson.  I'm trying to keep Kitty
away from him, but she appears quite smitten."
   "You're the mom, you control her." Kat opened her bedroom door and
strolled to the bed.  Two red COCKS cheerleading uniforms were laid out on
the bed.  One was Kat's and the other Jenny's from their high school days.
   "It's not as easy to control a teenage daughter as you think," said
Jenny stripping.  "If you had children, you'd know that." Thing were silent
for a moment.  Jenny glanced at her sister.  Kat was standing at the foot
of her bed, naked but for her sneakers and panty.  She looked hurt. 
"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that."
   "It's ok," said Kat, resuming dressing.
   The Cox sisters pulled on their old cheerleading uniforms.  They were a
few years apart and styled a little differently, but it was hard to notice.
Kat still had pretty much the same body she'd had in high school and she
fit hers perfectly.  Jenny's post childbirth breasts stretched her top out
tightly and lifted the top up to expose her midriff almost as much as the
current bare belly uniforms Principal Long had approved of three years ago.
Both women looked amazing.  They left the bedroom, unaware that they had
been watched the whole time.  A red clad figure crept out of the master
bath and followed them back out to the party.
   There were whistles and cheers as the sisters stepped through the
sliding glass door and into the backyard.  "Get over here Kitty," yelled
Jenny.  The crowds attention turned to Kitty, standing with Samson and
Hercules.  She brazenly stood on her toes, kissed Samson on the cheek and
then took a long sip from his beer.  None of the guests had ever seen a
white girl kiss a black man outside of leftist Hollywood movies and
television.  Some gasped, others stared with open mouths, while still
others turned pale with shock or red with anger.  Their gazes followed
Kitty towards her mother and Aunt.  Jenny was frowning at her daughter's
open behavior and Kat looked shocked.  Kitty stopped between the two women
and turned to face the crowd.
   The three women posed, left fist up and right arm across the chests. 
They began to cheer.
   The COCKS are coming!  The COCKS are coming!
   Show your stuff and say it loud.  Our mighty COCKS make us proud.
   As they cheered, Jenny saw another red clad figure step out from behind
them and stand to Kitty's right.  The figure joined in their routine.
   From the front or from the rear.  Coxville's COCKS are the ones to fear.
   Our COCKS are hard?  The four cheerleaders paused and held their hands
to their ears for the crowd to shout.
   The guests yelled, "TO BEAT!"
   Our COCKS are hard?
   "TO DEFEAT," shouted the crowd.
   Our COCKS swell?
   "WITH PRIDE!"
   Kitty suddenly noticed the woman beside her and stumbled in her routine.
"Grammy!" she mumbled, quickly recovering.  Candy winked at her.
   You're on the bottom and we're on top The mighty COCKS you cannot stop
   Don't try to beat our COCKS.  You know you can't compete!  You never
will defeat our COCKS.  Our victory complete.
   The COCKS are coming!
   "GO COCKS!" shouted the Cox women.
   "GO COCKS!" replied the crowd.
   The girls quit cheering and bowed to much whistling and applause.  Kitty
stood up, looked over at her grandmother.  "This family is sooooo
embarrassing," she moaned, walking off.
   "Watch out hon, looks like yo mama's giving you a run for your money,"
said Nathan.  He looked his mother in law up and down, whistling and trying
to be funny, but secretly taking in the older woman's hot body.  Her
daughters may have been embarrassed, but Candy looked great for her age and
put many a younger woman to shame.  He grinned, proud of the genetic line
he had married into.  Kat was probably going to look that good when she was
twenty years older.  Jenny too.
   "Really mom," said Jenny, shaking her head.
   Candy laughed.  She posed hand on hip, large breasts thrust out and her
other hand in her blonde hair.  "You don't think I look good?"
   "You look magnificent," said a voice behind her.  Principal Long clapped
his hands.  "Bravo ladies.  I say we get rid of the young upstarts and just
use you three at our games from now on."
   "Thank you Mr.  Long," said Jenny to her boss.
   "And I mean it Candy," said Long, his eyes roaming down her body.  "You
really do look fantastic."
   "Not bad for an old broad," replied Candy nervously.  She felt half
naked standing before the black man.  He had provided her with a current
cheerleading uniform for her little joke on her daughters.  She didn't
blame Kitty for being embarrassed by her.  She felt slightly embarrassed
wearing it.  Her belly was bare.  She needed the biggest size top to handle
her breasts, but still her hefty bosom was displaying a lot of cleavage and
even the undersides of her breasts were visible underneath the top.  "I'd
better go change."
   "Don't be in such a rush," said Long, his eyes roamed her body again. 
"Keep the uniform as long as you'd like." He winked at her and walked off.
   "Thanks Willie," she called.  Candy froze.  She suddenly felt a dampness
in her panties.  Her nipples had hardened too, straining against her tight
bra.  She was becoming aroused from having an old black man stare at her.
Candy shuddered.  She hadn't actually felt horny in ten years and now twice
in just over a week.  She'd woken horny as hell the morning of the heavy
fog.  All she'd remembered about her dream was she'd been wearing her
cheerleading uniform from her high school days and on the middle of the old
football field before they'd built the new school.  It was night time and
the chill had her nipples hard.  A dark shadow man had stripped off her
clothes and taken her with his monster cock.  He took her to heaven and
back in a variety of positions as the football field slowly morphed into a
cotton field.
   "I do believe old man Long was checking you out, mom," said Jenny.
   "Nonsense dear," replied Candy, shivering again.  "That wouldn't have
been appropriate, though if ya ask me, the negroes in this town have been
getting awfully uppity as of late."
   "They sure have," added Kat, shuddering at the memory of Hercules' big
hand cupping her ass cheek.
   "Don't be so sure mom," added Jenny.  "I've caught the old fart ogling
me, Ivana, Bobbie Sue, and half the female students."
   "Maybe you're right, poor man's been widowed for awhile now.  Lets go
change," said Candy to her daughters.
   Candy followed Kat and Jenny into the house and up the stairs.  She
couldn't get Willie Long out of her mind.  They'd had an encounter back in
1972.  He looked different then, not the gray haired old man with the bald
pate.  Candy remembered his cock most of all, not a day went by without her
picturing the massive black snake as she'd held it in her little white
hand. She'd spent her marriage to Jeb Cox, picturing Willie's huge black
cock while she'd had sex with her husband.  She'd probably even been
fantasizing about Willie's cock when she conceived Jenny and Kat.  She
wondered if it had been Willie Long in her dream the other week, she'd
dreamt about him before.  Candy decided that it hadn't been as the man in
her dream had been bearded where Willie only had a white mustache.
   **************
   The three women walked back downstairs in their regular clothes.  "I
need another glass of wine," said Candy heading off to the kitchen.
   "You already killed half the bottle," said Kat.  "Don't you think you've
had enough?"
   "Needed some liquid courage to pull off that cheerleading joke," said
Candy.  "Besides, I'm a grown woman and your husband's taking me home."
   Kat didn't argue with her mom.  She glanced over at her older sister,
who just shrugged in reply.  She followed Jenny through the sliding glass
door and into the backyard.  There was some applause which made them smile.
Kat turned to say something to Jenny, but her sister was already making a
beeline for the Coach.  Kat sighed.  Jenny had never been particularly
racist, but then she'd never been overly friendly towards niggers either.
Of course, she had nothing to worry about with her happily married sister.
It was her niece she worried about.
   Kat looked around for Kitty.  It had grown dark outside.  The crowd was
dwindling some.  She didn't see Kitty anywhere.  Nor was there any sign of
Samson West or his obnoxious brother.  Most of the remaining guests
suddenly applauded and few put fingers in their mouths and blew whistles.
Kat turned to see that her mom had stepped outside.  Candy smiled, tried to
wave it off like the applause embarrassed her, but Kat knew it was all a
show.  Her mom loved the attention.  Candy bowed, spilling some of her
drink and almost falling.  Instead of taking this as a sign that she should
slow down, Candy reentered the house and Kat knowing her mom all too well,
knew she was topping off her wine glass.  Kat shook her head and headed
over to the keg for a drink herself.
   Nathan was guarding the keg, joking with a couple of his coworkers.  He
pumped the keg a few times and held the tube out for his wife.  The beer
sputtered as it came out of the keg.  Kat watched her beer slowly fill
about a third of the cup.  "KEGS KILLED," yelled Nathan.  "PARTY'S OVER. 
YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO HOME BUT YA'LL CANT STAY HERE."
   "You sober enough to drive some guests home?" asked Kat, sipping her
beer.
   "Yeah, I'll get-R-done.  By the looks of some of these fools, I'll have
me a carload."
   "Are you sure?  You look pretty drunk to me.  Another DUI could cost you
your job."
   "I got it, baby.  I got it."
   "Just save room for mom." Kat grimaced, always nervous when her husband
drove after drinking.  Truth be told he could drink like a fish and handle
his beer pretty well, but he had gotten stopped by state police once and
lost his license for a year.  Now he was driving a cable truck and wouldn't
be able to work if he couldn't drive.
   "Can't Jenny take her home.  She's out of the way." Nathan would need to
go on I69 to take his mother-in-law home and the state police regularly
cruised the interstate increasing the risk of getting stopped.
   "I'll check with her." Kat stalked through the party, looking for her
sister.  "Thanks for coming, ya'll," she told her departing guests.  Kat
neared her driveway and curb.  The cars had thinned out some.  She saw a
familiar blonde figure getting into her car.  "JENNY!" she yelled, waving.
Jenny looked up and waved back, before slipping into her driver's seat. 
"JENNY!" she yelled again, but it was too late.  Jenny pulled out into the
street, Coach Black's car with it's darkly tinted windows pulling out
behind her.  The two cars drove off.  "Damn!" she muttered.
   Kat passed the remaining exodus of guests, thanking them and exchanging
pleasantries.  She found her mother talking to principal Long.  "Ah our
host," said Willie.  "Thanks for letting me come to your party, Mrs. 
Jones. It was nice to get out and socialize with the community, but I think
it's about time I was heading home.
   "You're welcome, Mr.  Long," she replied.  Kat turned to her mother. 
"Can you crash here?  I just missed Jenny and Nathan's got a full car load
going to the other side of the county?"
   "Oh dear!" Candy hiccoughed and covered her mouth.  "I guess so dear.  I
had some plans in the morning, but they'll just have to wait or maybe you
should try Jenny`s cell"
   Willie Long paused, a smile creeping across his face.  "Why I'd be
delighted to take you home," he told Candy.
   "Oh thank you, Mr.  Long, but that won't be necessary," said Kat.  "Mom
can stay and help me clean up."
   "I really would like to sleep in my own bed," said Candy thoughtfully,
"But Kat's right.  I can crash here, wouldn't be the first time."
   "You sure?" asked Willie.  "It's no trouble."
   Candy frowned, sucking in her lower lip as she thought it through. 
Willie was staring at her, waiting for a decision.  He suddenly didn't seem
like such a skinny old man anymore, more like a predatory old wolf.  Kat
stared at her too, her eyes imploring her mother to say no, flickering over
to the old black man that had dared to openly flirt with her mother.  Candy
knew she should probably say no, but she was drunk and really wanted to
sleep in her own bed that night.  Another part of her wondered if he really
had been flirting with her earlier.  She wondered if he'd do it again and
at that thought, she felt her nipples growing again.  "Well, if it's no
trouble," she told him.
   "Come on mom, the guest room's already for you and I really do need help
cleaning up," said Kat, wondering what the hell her mom was thinking.
   "I'll come by in the morning," said Candy.  "I'm ready to leave when you
are Willie."
   "Lets go," said the high school principal.  "This gives me a chance to
return the favor."
   Candy followed him towards the driveway.  "What favor is that?" she
asked confused.
   "You rescued me 27 years ago, now I get to rescue you."
   Candy felt the color drain from her face.  He remembered!
   Kat watched them leave in horror.
   **************
   Hercules West sat back and finished his beer.  He was brooding in the
far corner of the backyard, sitting on a plastic chair beside a table with
an umbrella shading him.  His dark skin and dark red shirt blended into the
night and he was completely invisible.  He was angry, pissed off at the
world.  Just the sight of Jenny Summers made him angry.  She'd suspended
him from football ruining his chance at a scholarship and subsequently she
was also responsible for him dropping out of high school.  Coach Black
wouldn't have let him get suspended, he knew winning was everything, but
the old coach had been an education first kind of guy even if it meant the
COCKS losing every game after his suspension.
   He was angry that his fucking brother had ditched him at this party
without a ride home.  He was angry that his little brother was rubbing his
new girlfriend in his face.  Samson loved the fact that he was the first
nigga in Coxville to get him a piece of hot white ass and maybe the first
nigga in the entire county to ever get some white pussy.  The women in this
county were bombshells built for sex, put here by god to torture horny
black men like him.
   Herc watched the pudgy redneck husband gathering up the guests he needed
to take home.  It was either swallow your pride and ask the redneck for a
ride home or walk the thirty miles to the Westside of Coxville.  Herc moved
to stand up when he noticed the hot wife, Jenny's sister wandering around,
putting empty cups into a garbage bag.
   "I'll be back in about an hour and a half," said Nathan to his wife.
   "Be careful," she replied, kissing him on the cheek.
   "Don't worry about the mess," said Nathan.  "We'll take care of it in
the morning."
   "Alright," she replied with a sigh.  "I'll take care of the dishes at
least and I'll see you in bed."
   "I'll hurry back then," he chuckled.  This time he kissed her on the
lips.  Nathan led the five drunk guests towards his truck.
   Hercules sat back in the chair.  He watched the redneck's truck back out
into the street and pull away.  Kat waved bye and he honked.  She gathered
up some of the dishes around the grill and then disappeared into the side
doorway and entered her kitchen and suddenly Hercules found himself alone
with the lovely Mrs.  Jones.
   Herc stood up from the chair and strolled around to the kitchen window.
He watched the beautiful Katherine Jones filling up the sink with water and
cleaning the plates off.  She appeared hot and sweaty, but it was sexy as
hell on her.  As he watched, Kat swiped the sweat from her forehead with
the back of her hand.  She then turned her attention to her dishes. 
Hercules West stared at her.  He knew by her reaction to his grabbing her
ass that he had exited her.  She wanted it, wanted it bad, she might not
know it yet and he wasn't sure how to start it.  Herc hadn't paid much
attention in school, but he did listen to his football coach before Black
had replaced him.  The coach had been found of risky offensive maneuvers.
What was it he always said?  Some old Roman saying.  Herc remembered it. 
"Fortune favors the bold," he muttered walking towards the side door to the
kitchen.  He was just going to walk right up to Kat and take what he
wanted.
   ***************
   Kat paused and wiped her brow again.  They kept the air conditioning up
high to save money, though she liked to turn it down some when the went to
bed.  Kat turned her attention back to the dishes just as she heard the
screen door open behind her.  "Your back early," she said, thrilled Nathan
had decided not to drive drunk after all.  Kat was hot and sweaty and tired
and most importantly horny as hell.  "You get someone else to take the
drunks home?"
   Nathan didn't answer her.  He came up behind her, big strong hands
gripping her shoulders, he began to rub them.  Kat moaned.  "That feels
good," she muttered.  Nate was definitely feeling frisky.  Kat closed her
eyes, moaning and throwing her head back.  As much as she would have liked
for the massage to continue, Nathan was never one for foreplay.  He went
right for the goodies.  His hands slid down over her shoulder and then slid
around her arms.  His fingers pinched her nipples.  Kat kept her eyes
closed, feeling them harden.  This felt good too.  Nathan was being very
manly tonight, more aggressive then usual.  He was squeezing her nipples
more roughly then usual too and she wasn't complaining.  Big lips kissed
her neck, then cheek, then ear.  Kat turned her head, his lips pressed down
on hers, tongue aggressively pushing hers aside as it entered her mouth. 
Kat kissed him back passionately, she loved it when Nate took a dominate
role.
   Kat continued to kiss him back, her tongue twirling around his.  Her
husband's fingers began pinching her nipples, harder then he ever had
before.  Nathan brought his crotch up to her backside and pressed his bulge
against her ass.  He felt enormous, like he was hiding a rolling pin in his
pants.  At first, she thought it was a joke of some kind.  Nathan was
hiding something in his pants, he had to be.  Then she felt it move,
swelling even larger.  She could feel it's heat even through several layers
of clothing.  Nate pinched her nipples even harder and yanked them
outwards. Kat broke the kiss and opened her eyes.
   She saw the brutish black face just inches from her own.  Her eyes
widened.  She wanted to scream in fear, but all that came out was a loud
squeal.  "Shush baby," the black man whispered in her ear.  "You know you
want it." Kat tried to pull back, but she was trapped in the black man's
arms.  Worse, she found that her mental self and her physical self were
responding differently to her strange circumstances.  Her mind screamed in
fear and shock for her to get away, but her body was reacting differently.
Already horny before Hercules had snuck up behind her, her pussy gave a
little squirt of excitement the moment she had opened her eyes and seen the
black man staring into them and it was still gushing with excitement.  Her
already semi-erect nipples had turned rock hard and suddenly become ultra
sensitive as Samson's brother continued to tease them.  Worse still, her
rear end kept pushing back into that growing bulge under his pants.  "Work
that bubble butt against my black cock," he whispered, squeezing her
breasts together.  Kat's hands reached up to grab his wrists and pull his
hands off her breasts, but instead she just held him, feeling the strength
and power in his hands.  Kat had been tensely standing on her toes.  She
relaxed and came down on her feet.  "That's it baby, relax, get into it,"
he whispered again.  This time he pulled her by her breasts back hard into
the massive bulge in his crotch.
   Kat moved her ass up and down the long shaft under his pants.  What the
fuck are you doing?  She asked herself.  "My husband?" she asked.
   Herc's right hand slid down her tight shirt, pressing hard against her
belly.  His fingers slid under her tight shorts.  "Won't be home for quite
awhile," said Hercules.  His hand had slipped under her panties too, he
could feel whisps of pubic hair against the tips of his fingers. 
Unfortunately, her shorts were too tight and his hand was too large for his
fingers to reach all the way down to her wetness.
   "We n-need to s-stop," she stuttered out, even as she stood up on her
tip toes trying to get his fingers to move down further.
   "STOP!" Hercules chuckled, pulling his hand up out of her shorts.  This
time his hand slid under her shirt.  "Your acting like a bitch in heat to
get some of this black cock." He pressed his bulge against her ass again,
his hand squeezing Kat's bare breast underneath her shirt.  His other hand
slid under her shirt and grabbed her other breast.
   "That... that thing can't be real," she gasped as he pinched her hard
nipples again.  His hand suddenly moved down to grab the hem of her shirt
and he yanked her tee shirt up and over her bare breasts.
   "It's real all right," he growled.  Kat looked down to see his huge
black hands were covering the pale white flesh of her heavy DD's.  She
never seen anything so hot in her life.  "Girl, ya gots some big ass white
titties."
   "It's too big!" Kat exclaimed, moaning as Hercules kissed her neck.  She
leaned back into him.  "Not real," she whispered.  He kissed up her neck to
her cheek.  She turned her head so that her lips could meet his and she
kissed him again, this time knowing who it was she was kissing.
   Hercules broke their kiss.  "If you don't believe it, then why don't you
take it out and see for yo self." He stepped back from her breaking their
embrace.
   Kat spun around and put her back against the sink.  "If I look at it,"
she said bending her knees to stoop before him.  "Then you'll leave?"
   "We'll see," chuckled Herc.  Her hand reached out to grab the hem of his
long shorts as he placed his hands on the waist band to help her pull his
shorts down.
   "My husband will be home soon," she said, frowning as the thick root of
his cock appeared.  "I just want to see it." Inch after inch of thick black
tube steak appeared, swollen and pulsing, straining to rise up out of his
shorts.  "Then ya'll gots to get out of here." The huge cock kept
appearing, three times thicker then Nathan's and an inch longer, two
inches, three inches, twice Nathan's size and the head hadn't even
appeared. "Oh my god!" she gasped as the swollen thick crown of his cock
appeared.  The hem of his shorts cleared his cock and the foot long monster
shot upwards to bob and weave directly in front of Kat's face.  Without
thinking she reached out and grabbed the thick shaft to steady it.  "That's
the biggest cock I ever seen!"
   "Makes hubby look like a little boy I bet."
   "Sure does," gasped Kat in disbelief feeling guilty for answering him.
Kat pulled back suddenly.  "Was that a car?"
   Herc glanced out the window.  "Nope.  He ain't home yet, girl."
   "Damn," she muttered, watching her hand glide up and down the giant
black cock.  Damn him, she thought.  Why couldn't Nathan have had a cock as
big as this niggers?  Well not that big, no woman could handle something
like what she holding.  The damn thing was hypnotizing her.  She no longer
trusted herself around it.  Why couldn't Nathan come home and rescue her?
Her mind ran through the list of drunks he'd taken home.  Lets see, there
was Tom Harper, the Martins, and Bill Barnes.  Good god!  Nathan would be
at least another ninety minutes.
   "Stroke it, baby," said Herc.
   Jesus!  She was stroking it!  Her hand had started moving faster.  Her
fingers were sticky too.  The big plum sized end of his cock was leaking
large amounts of seminal fluid.  He needed to leave.  He needed to go.  You
need to go, she thought looking up from the big cock and into Hercules
West's brooding black eyes.  "You need to cum," she said.
   "Ya got that right," he told her.  "Try using your mouth." Hercules
cupped the back of her head with one massive black palm and pulled her head
into his cock.
   "What!  No... I can't," she complained as the huge black cock head
smacked her under the nose.  Kat moved her lips up and let her tongue slide
along the smooth round surface at the tip of his cock.  She tasted his pre
cum on her tongue.  The hand still stroking his cock, pulled the mighty
shaft down and inch as she opened her mouth wide and let the big head slip
between her lips.  A loud lustful moan grew in the back of her throat as
she sucked on the tip of Hercules West's cock.  Her tongue was going crazy,
circling around the bulbous cock head.  She pushed down taking another inch
of cock in her mouth.
   "Girl, you is loving your first taste of dark meat."
   Kat nodded her head and swallowed another inch.  His cock head was in
her throat now, stretching her throat out.  She wanted to gag, but she
fought it.  Katherine Cox Jones had never been one for blow jobs.  They
were kind of nasty and disgusting.  Kat refused to swallow and didn't like
the taste.  She's sucked off one boy in high school before she had been
willing to give up her pussy and she had sucked Nathan off twice when they
were dating, once on his 21st birthday and her last time had been four
years ago on his 30th birthday.  Never had she enjoyed it or gotten into it
like she was with the black man.  Would a nigger's seed taste different? 
Would there be a lot of it?  Probably, his balls were sized to go with his
cock.  Kat brought her hand up to cup and knead his bulging scrotum. 
Hercules moaned and she bobbed her head faster.  His balls were heavy in
her hand.  It was like holding two small oranges too big for one hand.  She
would have needed both hands to hold his scrotum properly, one for each
nut.
   Kat pushed down, feeling his huge cock slide deeper down her throat.  Up
and down, up and down, the thick cock head moved through her throat.  Kat
coughed with the giant black cock in her throat.  She fought not to gag. 
It was harder then the last time.  The black monster seemed to be getting
even bigger.  Obviously, her husband was nowhere near this big, but neither
had Nathan ever been close to this erect before even as a young man and
since turning thirty his erections were always a little floppy.  Hercules'
cock was getting bigger and harder and just when she thought it was
stretching her throat out to it's limit, the mighty cock suddenly spasmed
and the sperm filled balls in her hand bucked like oversized Mexican
jumping beans.
   Herc was cumming!  Kat hadn't wanted to swallow a black man's seed, but
already, it felt like her belly had filled with his cum.  She pulled her
head back, but Herc was bucking his hips, thrusting his cock up and down
her throat.  She released his ball sack and used both hands to push back on
his hips.  Finally the wildly jerking cock exited her throat, her mouth
immediately filling up with his semen.  Any thought of spitting out Herc's
semen fled her mind the second she tasted it.  His cum was delicious!  It
filled her mouth until her cheeks bulged out and Kat willingly gulped it
down to make room for more of the rich seed.  Instead of spitting a
teaspoon full of semen out into a Kleenex like she did with Nathan, she was
rapidly using both her hands to jerk off the huge shaft, trying to milk
every last drop of his sperm into her mouth.  Kat drained the huge cock
dry.
   Kat finally pulled back and let the big cock head slip from her mouth.
"What just happened?" she asked, staring hypnotically at the still erect
black cock.  Her hands continued stroking it.  A final white pearl of sperm
appeared in the urethra.  She leaned forward and lapped it off with her
tongue.
   "Girl you went cock crazy," laughed Herc, breathing heavily as he
recovered from his strong orgasm.  "Crazy from yo first taste of black
cock."
   "Oh my god!" Kat gasped in horror and released the cock in her hand. 
"JESUS!  I just sucked off a NIGGER!"
   "Watch it," growled Hercules West.  "And you seemed to love every minute
of it, every inch of this here nigger cock and every drop of this here
nigger's cum."
   "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!" Kat reared back from the foot long black cock. 
"Oh my god!  I can't... What?  Fuck!  Fuck!
   "Yeah baby, we'll fuck," said Herc, reaching down to pull Kat to her
feet.  Her eyes were wide open in shock and she looked dazed.  "Why don't
you get up on this table?"
   Kat felt herself being led a few steps away to her kitchen table.  The
young black man towered over her as he placed his hands on her hips and
lifted up onto the table.  "Dreaming?" she mumbled, recalling her dream of
the previous week when a hugely hung dark man had fucked her on the table.
The only thing different was that her dream lover had a beard and Herc was
smoothly shaven.
   Herc pushed her back on the table and undid the buttons on her shorts.
"Yeah baby, a dream come true," he said, tugging her shorts down.  He
pulled the shorts off over her sneakers, but left her shoes on, to eager to
get started to strip her entirely.  The shirt had to come off though.  Herc
stepped between her legs and grabbed her still bared breasts, squeezing
them and teasing her nipples before reaching out to the sides and pulling
her top off over her head.
   Kat looked down between their bodies.  Hercules' monster cock hadn't
shrunken an inch after cumming.  The foot long black cock was bobbing above
her crotch and belly alternating between rearing upwards and resting
against her pale white skin.  He squeezed her breasts again, this time
hunching over and taking one nipple between his thick dark lips.  Kat
groaned and pulled his head tight against her breast.  Never particularly
sensitive, her nipples were sending spasms of pleasure straight down to her
pussy.  Each time his tongue flickered over the hard pink nub of her
nipple, she felt a fresh wave of lubrication leak out of her pussy and run
down the crack of her ass.
   "Ready baby?" asked Herc, standing up and stepping back so that he could
line his dark plum sized cock head up with her hungry pussy.
   "Can't," she said, sobering up to what was about to happen.  "I'm
married." Kat looked down at the black cock bigger then a baby's arm. 
"Plus there's no way I could take that thing."
   "You'd be amazed at what your tight little pussy can take."
   "We can't fuck," said Kat firmly, her mind wondering how many inches of
that monster she could have taken inside her.  Just the head would have
stretched her out more then she was used to.  "My husband will be home
soon."
   For a second, Herc looked angry and pissed like he might take Kat anyway
against her will.  His features softened and a smile spread across his
face. "Well, ya gots to let me repay you at least." His muscular torso
lowered itself as he stooped and then kneeled at the foot of the table. 
Kat felt hands on her ankles and then she slid forward and inch or two so
that her crotch was sitting right on the edge of the table.  His hot breath
hit her soaking labia and her entire body suddenly trembled.  "Not
necessary," she said, softly.  "I don't think this is such a good idea."
and then his large flat tongue was pressing against her asshole, only to
slide upward, reaching her labia and then flickering over her clit. 
"Don't! I mean... oh god.  YES!" Kat writhed on the table, her hips lifting
into his tongue.  His tongue wormed it's way into her pussy, in and out, in
and out only to slide back down to her rectum and disgusting as that
sounded, it too felt good.  His mouth pressed down hard against the top of
her pussy and sucked her clit between his lips, tongue flickering over her
large distended clit.  "JESUS!  Gonna... gonna... Kat's body trembled as
her orgasm approached.  She tensed up and then... Herc pulled back and
kissed her inner thigh.  What might have been the biggest orgasm of her
life faded, her pending scream of pleasure turning to a whimper of
frustration.  Then his mouth and tongue were back and she felt the orgasm
building again.  She whined and whimpered, groaning with pleasure.  Her
hands gripped the ends of the table, her muscles tensing.  "Aargh!" she
groaned as he stopped again.  "Please?" she begged, needing to cum.  At
that point she didn't care if Nathan walked in on her or not.  Either
Hercules was too inexperienced or he knew exactly what he was doing and was
getting back at her for not letting him fuck her.
   His tongue returned, wriggling inside her.  He stuck it out, holding it
still, his body frozen.  Kat's body did the rest, her hips rising and
falling as she desperately humped the rigid tongue.  It felt great, but
wasn't enough to get her off.  Then the married white wife felt one strong
black hand sliding up her hip.  Over her undulating belly and then it was
on her breast, squeezing them, pinching and tugging on her nipples.  Kat
moaned with pleasure as the impending orgasm returned.  Herc sucked her
clit again.  This time something else pushed into her needy pussy.  Two
black fingers thrust forward deep inside her.  Combined they were larger
then Nathan's penis and they did the trick.  This time Kat did scream out
her pleasure as her orgasm finally burst from her body, her juices soaked
his hand as she came all over his fingers and mouth.  Her vision filled
with stars and then everything went black.
   Kat slowly came to her senses, her eyes closed, a satisfied smile across
her lips.  Her ears were ringing.  She slowly opened her eyes, the overhead
light appearing as a sun-like glow before it came into focus.  Her entire
body still felt alive, every nerve ending tingling with electricity.  She
stretched out on the hard surface of her table, slowly becoming aware that
the pleasure wasn't over, not had her hips stopped moving.  He was still in
her pussy, only this time it didn't feel like fingers or a tongue and
Herc's strong hands were gripping her ankles, holding her legs spread open.
BEEP.  Kat slowly lifted her head, looking between the valley of her large
breasts and across the fit, flat plain of her belly, over the tightly
shaved blond hairs of her bush and at the nearly foot long thick shaft of
black cock sticking out of her pussy.  The only thing missing was his huge
cock head.  "WOW!" she cried at the sight and pleasure she felt from just
having the plum sized tip of his cock in her.  Her hips were rising up into
it and moving in little circles, but Herc wasn't pushing any more inside
her.  BEEP.
   "You like that baby?  Feels good does it?  How about I push another
couple inches into ya?" Herc pushed his hips forward and his cock head
pushed deeper.  "I knew you'd like that," he said in response to her loud
moan.  "Ya gots to let me fuck you, baby.  Your white pussy feels so good
around my big black cock, so snug and tight." He pushed another inch in and
Kat felt she might actually cum again right then and there.  "Your pussy's
on fire around my cock.  Come on baby, let's fuck."
   BEEP.  "But I'm married," groaned Kat.  "Nathan will be home any
second."
   Hercules released her ankles, her legs immediately closing to wrap
around his hips.  "Is it cause you're married or cause you're afraid of
getting caught?" He pulled the five or six inches of cock meat out of her
pussy until the flared ridge of his cock head spread her pussy lips open
and then he pushed it in again.
   "Both," she replied, knowing she was lying.
   "Bull shit!  You're loving your first taste of a real man's cock.  You
think my fingers made you cum good.  Just think what getting fucked by a
big nigger cock can do?  Come on you know you want it?" BEEP.
   "Jesus," groaned Kat, her hips lifting up into his cock as he withdrew
and thrust it forwards again.  He was as deep as her husband had ever been
and it was only half Hercules's cock.  "We gotta stop," she moaned without
conviction.
   "Say it bitch," he growled.  Hercules was getting meaner, probably
because she was thwarting his wishes.  "Say you'd fuck me if you weren't
afraid of hubby coming home."
   "Alright, alright," cried Kat.  "I'd fuck you, but you need to get
dressed.  Nathan will be home any minute."
   Hercules stood up straight and started slowly withdrawing the six inches
of cock in her pussy.  Kat whimpered not wanting him to pull it out.  She
felt empty inside as inch after inch of thick nigger cock exited her tight
pussy.  Her legs tightened around his hips, not wanting him to pull it all
the way out.  Herc was to strong for her.  His cock head cleared her pussy,
the mighty shaft rearing up, the top half shining in the light from her
pussy juices.  He stepped away from the table.  Kat didn't know whether she
should be relieved or disappointed.  She was mostly disappointed.
   Herc grinned down at her nearly completely nude body.  BEEP.  He walked
over towards the phone hanging on the wall.  The answering machine light
was flickering.  She'd been aware of the annoying beep, but hadn't paid
much attention to it.  The nude black man pressed the button on the machine
and walked back towards her.
   "You have one new message," said the machine.
   Her husband's voice came out from the machine.  "Hi honey," said Nathan.
"I got good news and bad news." Kat realized that the ringing in her ears
after her orgasm must have been the phone ringing.  "Um, I got stopped
again." Kat's stomach sank.  Another DUI and Nathan might lose his job. 
"But the good news is that it was Peter that stopped me." Kat sighed with
relief.  Peter was the sheriff and a friend.  If it had been a state cop,
Nathan would have been in trouble.  "Pete's making me sleep it off in a
cell tonight and will bring me home in the morning when the police
department opens at 9:00.  Sorry, I love you and it won't happen again."
The message ended with a click.
   "End of new messages," said the machine.
   Kat sat up on the edge of the table.  Hercules stepped up to her, a grin
spread across his face.  He was holding the base of his still rampant cock.
He'd tricked her and he looked triumphant and cocky.  She blocked her pussy
with her hand and the cocky grin dropped from his face.  She reached out
and grabbed the end of his huge shaft, letting her hand stoke it a few
times.  Kat spread her legs and pulled his cock over towards her pussy. 
She looked into his eyes as his bulbous cock head pushed inside her once
again.  His cocky grin was returning.  "Alright," she said, "Lets fuck."
   ***************
   They hadn't driven a mile before Candy started wishing she'd changed out
of the cheerleading uniform.  Willie Long's eyes kept roaming over to his
passenger.  Candy gulped nervously and actually found herself blushing a
little.  Her oversized breasts confined by a skimpy modern era cheerleading
top left a lot of cleavage on display for the old black man.  Plus his eyes
kept roving down to her legs.  They were some of her best features.  She
walked daily and except for some slight fat in the thighs and some varicose
veins now hidden by her summer tan, her legs would have looked good on a
thirty year old.  Her now bared stomach embarrassed her some.  Sitting in
the car produced some rolls on her tummy.  Standing, her stomach was
sexier, curvy, with a slight abdominal bulge.
   Candy did something out of character.  Her eyes glanced over to Long's
crotch.  Yes, there was a bulge, but not as impressive as she remembered.
Wait!  Her eyes traveled down his left pant leg and the giant tube that
ended near his knee.  That time she'd held it... lets see, it was 1972. 
She remembered his big black snake had been well past a foot, fifteen
inches maybe.  She hadn't believed her own memory, surely over the 37 years
since she'd seen it, the immense size of the thing had grown in her mind?
Now, staring at the huge bulge under his trousers, she no longer doubted
her memory.
   Candy wondered how Long's wife had ever taken a penis (or cock as he
called it) that big?  No woman could take that entire thing.  Which way
would be the most comfortable?  If his late wife mounted him, then I could
control the depth of penetration.  Maybe if Long got on top of me... her,
he would be in control and that would be best or doggy, just let him slam
his black cock into me from behind.  Which way?
   "Which way?" asked Long.
   Candy shook her head to clear the cobwebs.  "Excuse me?"
   "Which way to your house?"
   "Sorry, I live in Limburg."
   "Ah, the Dutch enclave.  Your maiden name was Dutch, Lovegood right?"
   "Liedhood, Candace Greta Leidhood, thank you very much.  Sold Jenny my
house and moved into my parents old place."
   "I know you're a Cox by marriage, but you sure got the look, Candace."
   "You know the family trees around here, Principal Long.  They don't
branch much.  I've got five Cox's in my ancestry and three of them are the
same man, Franklin, Phineas` younger brother.  That's how the farm families
worked.  One family's children married the nearest family's children."
   "I know it.  I'm a bit of a Coxville County historian.  The Leidhoods
were one of the first Dutch settlers to arrive, along with Van Buskirks, de
Grafs, and de Haans."
   "You do know your stuff," replied Candy.
   "Limburg was a cooperative farming community.  Prosperous, until the
yanks burnt the fields and barns when they left Cox plantation.  Now it`s
just some old farmhouses."
   "Now you're just showing off."
   "Maybe.  I'm trying to impress you," said Long and his tone wasn't
teasing.  Candy blushed again.  "That route will be taking us pretty close
to Lake Cox."
   "Oh god," moaned Candy.  "I was hoping you didn't remember."
   "How could I forget?  Our encounter was one of the few good memories I
have of my youth.  I think about it all the time.  You?"
   "Once in awhile," Candy lied.
   "We could swing down to make out point, if you'd like?"
   Candy laughed nervously.  Damn the niggers in this town were getting
uppity.  Candy suddenly jumped, her body pulled back by her seat belt. 
Willie had placed his black hand on her knee.  She calmly reached down and
removed it.  "Just take me home," she told him.
   *****************
   November 1972
   Candy Liedhood was smiling as she walked down main street in Coxville.
The South was enjoying a rather hot Indian summer that was allowing her to
wear her favorite skimpier outfits.  Today Candy was wearing a tan bikini
top with a rhinestone peace symbol on the right cup of her bikini.  She had
on an open brown half vest over the top with leather bits hanging from it
resembling a cowboy or Indian top.  Her bottom was covered by a pink
miniskirt that showed off her long luscious legs up to her brown boots that
had the same leather bits hanging from them that her vest had.  Big
sunglasses dominated the top of her face.  Her parents refused to let her
wear clothing that showed off so much skin and they disapproved of the
Hippie look, but since she'd turned eighteen this summer, she was wearing
whatever she wanted.  Plus, her boyfriend, Marvin sure loved to see her
bare sexy belly and when she'd switched from a one piece to a bikini this
year for hitting the beach at Lake Cox, Marvin had been walking around with
an erection all summer.  Candy was still a virgin, but had helped Marvin
with her hand on a few occasions.
   Of course, it wasn't just Marvin that liked checking her out.  No man
was capable of ignoring her, the strongest willed might sneak a peak while
the blatant ones, stared and winked or hit on her.  Walking down main
street was no exception.  Male classmates from her graduating class saw her
or whistled at her outfit, their fathers did double takes when they saw
her. Old timers gave her disapproving looks, but they still stared. 
Flattering, considering the large number of attractive women that lived in
this county.  The sheriff saw her, eyes sweeping up and down her body, then
he caught her eye and nodded a greeting.  He turned his attention back to
city hall where a crowd was gathered around the oak tree.
   At first, Candy just thought the line for voting was huge.  Half her
senior class was here after all, this being the first presidential election
where eighteen year olds could vote.  Then Candy noticed a black man was
swinging from the old oak tree or more specifically doing pull ups.  The
man jumped down, leaned down and picked up a Vote McGovern sign.  There
were boos and catcalls from the crowd.  "That's why niggers shouldn't be
allowed to vote," yelled an anonymous voice from the crowd.  Next to Candy,
the sheriff chuckled.  The black man was scary looking.  He wore green
camouflage fatigues, a white tank top with a black fist in the center and a
black beret.  He wasn't massively built, but every muscle on his wiry body
was well defined.  Under the beret, his head appeared shaved military style
and his face sported a dark black long, droopy mustache.  He appeared to be
about ten years older then her.
   Candy wasn't sure where to go, but she saw a line of people standing at
the entrance to city hall and headed that way to join them.  She didn't
quite understand the abject racism in this town.  As of last year, blacks
had been integrated into Coxville High from Freetown or as blacks called it
"The Westside" or as older white folks called it, "Niggertown".  They
weren't so bad.  The blacks kept to themselves mostly, sitting together in
class or at lunch.  Most seemed eager to learn and one, Wilbur West joined
the football team and won the Cocks a few games, then he joined the
basketball team, and then the baseball team.  A few of her white classmates
grudgingly began to show this super athlete their respect.  Candy hadn't
spoken to any blacks, but for a few words to two of the girl classmates. 
They seemed nice enough.
   As Candy walked towards the voting line, she met the gaze of the black
man.  She flashed him the peace sign, a secret symbol that she too planned
on voting McGovern.  The black man nodded and then like all men, his eyes
roamed down to her DD bosom and then to her sexy flat belly and finally to
her bare legs.  Candy gasped at his boldness.  He walked towards her and
she started to tremble, but all he did was get in line behind her.  The
line moved forwards.  Nearby was a small table for the Democrats and a few
supporters including another black man.  The Republican table was bigger
and had a lot more citizens standing around it.  This was a Nixon county.
There was even a buxom black woman passing out Nixon flyers.  They were the
only three black people in sight.
   Candy moved into city hall as the line moved towards the voting booths.
Seniors manned the tables leading up to the voting booths.  They stared
disapprovingly at her outfit.  Finally it was time to enter her booth and
vote for the first time.  A friend of her father's was manning the booth
and showed her how to vote before leaving her alone behind the curtain. 
Candy looked down the list of names, pressed the button for Mcgovern. 
Councilman Smith was running for Mayor and her parents were active
supporters, but she voted against the old bigot.  Candy ran down the list
of other candidates, made her choices, and proudly left the voting booth,
running right into the militant black man or more specifically his hands.
   The black man had been arguing with a poll worker about something and
had his hands up before his chest as he gestured.  Candy had exited the
booth so quickly, she'd run right into him.  Her breasts pushed hard
against his palms and his hands inadvertently squeezed them hard enough
that her tit flesh pushed out between his fingers.  Her eyes widened in
fright and looked deep into his dark ones.  He looked just as shocked as
she did.  She heard gasps from the crowd around her.  It felt like minutes,
but was probably only a few seconds before he withdrew his hands just as
she took a step backwards from him.
   "That nigger just grabbed the Leidhood girl's breasts!" gasped someone
in the crowd.
   "Oh my god," moaned Candy, turning to flee.  "I'm so embarrassed." Candy
raced for the door.
   "Someone get the sheriff."
   "Sorry Miss," yelled the black man as Candy disappeared outside.
   "Get your black ass over here, nigger," growled the poll worker friend
of Candy's parents.  He placed his hands on Willy's shoulder and pulled
roughly.
   Willy Long had been back from Vietnam for less then a year.  His marine
combat training took over and with one swift maneuver, his arms were around
the poll worker's neck, pulling the man forward as he somersaulted and
landed hard on his back.  The stunned man stared upwards at the roof in
surprise.
   Candy ran for her car, people shouting for the sheriff behind her.  The
sheriff was walking, the jogging, then running towards the polling place. A
crowd was gathering behind her.  Candy had never been so embarrassed in her
life.  Some of her friends had seen her!  From here on out, she'd be the
white girl that got felt up by the black man in city hall.  By the time
Candy made it to her parent's chevy a block away, she could hear a much
louder commotion behind her.
   Candy pulled the car away from the curb and turned it toward city hall.
The peaceful crowd had rapidly degenerated into a mob scene.  The black man
who'd been campaigning for Mcgovern was crouched down holding his hands
above his head defensively as three white men rained punches down on him.
One of the men she recognized as her classmate, a boy she had dated twice
as a freshman.  Jesus, she wondered, did I cause this?  Candy rapidly
turned the car around the circle.  The black woman that had been passing
out Nixon flyers, burst out of a crowd.  Her top had been ripped off, her
large bared Cox County bosom heaved up and down as she ran for her life.  A
look of abject terror on her face.  A crowd of angry whites pursued her and
quickly brought her down.  More blows fell.
   Candy reached the stop sign, but was too scared to stop.  She coasted
through it and turned right.  The black man who had touched her breasts
appeared running down the sidewalk, pursued by the mob.  He'd lost his
beret and had a cut on his forehead, bleeding down on his face.  A young
white man caught up to the black man, but the black man swiftly spun around
and brought the heel of his boot down hard on the white's knee.  The white
man screamed in pain and fell.  Without thinking, Candy yelled through the
open window, "Get in." The black man didn't even stop to open the door.  He
jumped, his feet flying through the window and he smoothly slid into the
seat next to her.  Candy hit the gas and the car sped off, leaving the
crazed mob and Coxville behind her.
   "Thanks," grunted the black man.
   "Oh my god.  This is horrible.  What do we do?  Did we cause this?  It
was an accident for Christ's sake!" "Relax girl.  This ain't the first
angry mob this town has seen and it won't be the last.  Name's Long, Willie
Long by the way."
   "Candace Leidhood, but everyone calls me Candy."
   "Nice to meet you Candy.  By any chance would you have some tissues?"
   Candy glanced over at the blood trickling down Willie's face.  "In the
glove box."
   Willie opened the glove box and removed a box of tissues, using them to
wipe the blood off his face.  "That thing work?" he asked, pointing at a
CB, he dad had installed.
   "I guess, I don't use it," she replied.  "Where should we go anyway?"
   "Head towards the lake.  You can drop me off there." Willie leaned down
and turned on the CB, adjusting the station.  "Breaker One nine, this is
Long Dong, Black Mamba do you copy?  Kielbasa you out there?"
   "This is Black Mamba, I copy you Long Dong." squelched a voice through
the CB speaker.
   "Got me into some trouble back at city hall.  You monitoring Smokey?"
   "Sure am Long Dong.  Smokey has an APB out for ya, offensive touching,
inciting a riot, assault and battery, assaulting a police officer and I
hope it was the sheriff."
   "It was," said Willie into the microphone.
   "Possible kidnapping too.  Looking for a green Chevette, unknown driver
and tags."
   "Looks like you're safe girl," said Willie to Candy, "But you better
dump me somewhere soon." Willie turned back to the microphone.  "Thanks
Mamba, Long Dong out."
   Candy took the turn towards Lake Cox and drove towards a semi-private
parking area on the Lake.  There were a few cars parked at the main parking
area, a few near the playground with some families around the picnic area.
There were a few trucks with trailers near the boat launch, but her parking
area was empty.  This section only filled up in the busiest of summer days
and subsequently, the local teens called it make out point.  She and Marvin
had used it a few times.  She'd given him a hand job here three months ago
at the end of August.  That had been the last time she'd seen his dick, her
will was starting to weaken and sshe wanted him inside her.  She was saving
herself for marriage.
   Long stepped out of the Chevy the moment she parked it.  "Fuck this
shit," he growled, kicking a Budweiser can near her car.
   "What are you going to do?" asked Candy, following him out.
   "Turn myself in," said Willie.
   "I tell them this was an accident.  After all, it is.  This is all just
a big mistake."
   Willie laughed.  He was screwed and they both knew it.  "Dozens of
witnesses will say otherwise.  "You need to keep your mouth shut. 
Otherwise, they'll want to know why you're defending an obviously guilty
nigger."
   Candy sighed and looked down at her boots.  "I'm sorry," she mumbled. 
"I wish there was something I could do."
   "Fuck," he cried.  "I'm looking at ten years here.  Longer if you wasn't
eighteen.  You eighteen right?  You must be cause you voted."
   "Yeah, been eighteen since summer."
   "Good then.  That's should be a year for offensively touching you.  It'd
be five or more if you was underage.  Lets see, five for assaulting the
sheriff, three for incitment...
   "But you didn't offensively touch me," she cried, stomping her feet,
petulantly.  "This isn't fair."
   "Life ain't fair to a black man in the South, Miss."
   "I wish there was something I could do."
   "You can," said Willie, walking up to stand in front of Candy.  She
looked up at him, expectantly.  "I'm going to do a year for offensively
touching you, a crime I didn't commit."
   "Yes?" she asked.
   "Then I might as well commit the crime, right?"
   "What?" asked Candy, confused.
   "Let me feel you up," stated Willie.  He reached out and grabbed the
hems of her vest and pushed it back over Candy's shoulders, leaving her
heaving bosom confined by only her bikini top.
   "HOLD ON!" shouted Candy, stepping back from the black man.  "There's no
way, that's going to happen." She was embarrassingly aware that her nipples
were hardening, quite visible through the bikini top.  They'd been
partially erect since he'd accidentally grabbed her chest earlier.
   "Did you hear me, bitch?" growled Long.  "Do you know what prison is
like?  It's gonna be ten years before I touch another woman.  The years of
my life gone because you threw them big ass titties in my hands and started
a riot.  Now if that ain't worth letting me feel up them titties some, well
fuck you, you racist bitch.  This is as much your fault and I'm the one
gonna pay the price for..."
   "Alright, you can do it," mumbled Candy.  "But just for a few minutes
and I'm not a racist, but I do have a boyfriend.  You can touch my breasts,
but that's it.  No more.  Understand?"
   Long nodded.  "Fine, but they gotta be bared." He reached out towards
her neck.
   Candy took a step back.  "No!  I'll do it." She reached up behind her
neck, her fingers pinching the string holding her bikini up.  She pulled
it, loosening the knot.  Candy put her arms down, willing herself to resist
the urge to cover her breasts as the strings and then the top slid down her
body.  One cup caught on her right nipple before finally sliding down,
exposing her nipples, the bikini top hanging upside down over her upper
belly.  Willie gasped, his eyes widening in awe.  She would never have
believed that the second man to see her exposed breasts would have been a
black man ten years her senior, but she liked his reaction just has she had
enjoyed Marvin's reaction the first time she had allowed him to see and
touch them.
   "Wow!" said Willie.  He couldn't take his eyes off the twin mounds. 
He'd seen his share of black titties, half a dozen pairs maybe, and they
were Coxville sized too.  He'd seen a few yellow A and B cup titties on
some Thai whores in Bangkok too.  Nothing compared to Candy's tits.  The
breast flesh was milky white, smooth and unblemished.  Her areola were as
big around as cans with long puffy fat nipples.  And most fascinating of
all, they were pink!  "Candy, you are magnificent," he said, whistling
approvingly.
   "Thanks," she said, blushing.  Her nipples hardened some more under his
approving gaze.  She watched as he brought his right hand up, she held her
breath in nervousness.  His large black hand, his big coal black hand with
it's long fingers came up and over to her naked breast.  He stopped about
an inch away, his thumb and index finger coming almost together.  The two
fingers moved forwards and came together over her nipple.  Now it was
Candy's turn to gasp.  She felt like an electric charge of pleasure had
just raced through her body at his touch.  Her semi-erect nipple hardened
completely at his touch.  Worse then her nipples reaction to his touch, her
pussy started leaking.  She could feel her pussy dripping into her panties.
   "Fuck!  These things are worth a year of my life," grunted Long,
bringing his other hand up to her remaining nipple.
   Candy mewled a little, sucking her lower lip into her mouth to keep from
moaning out loud.  Her nipples had always been sensitive, but they were
responding more strongly to Willie's touch then the did to Marvin's.  He
released her left nipple, his hand sliding along the side of her tit and
around her back.  She felt him tug at her remaining bikini string until it
came undone and her top slid down her belly to fall to their feet in the
grass.  Candy couldn't believe the size of her nipple.  They'd been plenty
hard before, but now they were so swollen, not just the nipple, but her
entire areola circle was puffed up to the point they protruded from her
breast by nearly an inch.  The black hand returned, this time sliding under
her breast to heft them before moving up to squeeze and knead her big tits.
Soon it returned back to her nipple and another electric shudder made her
knees feel weak.
   Long stared at his hands on her breasts for a long time before moving
his gaze up to her lovely face.  She still had her big sunglasses on.  He
wanted to see her eyes.  Willie released one of her breasts long enough to
reach up to remove her sunglasses, tossing them off to the side.  She
blinked in the sunlight and then the most beautiful pair of bright blue
eyes locked onto his dark brown eyes and they stared at each other.  Long
kept his eyes locked on hers as he brought his face close to hers.  He
angled his head, lips parting...
   As if in a trance, Candy parted her lips and angled her head.  His mouth
was close enough to hers that she could feel his hot breath on her lips
when she came to her senses.  Candy pulled her head back.  "No kissing,"
she said.  "Ow!" she cried, her response irritating him to the point that
he'd pinched her nipples.  "You done yet?"
   "Not quite," said Willie.  His hands slid down her sides to the skirt
covering her hips.  His strong muscles pulled her down.  Candy stooped and
then fell to her knees, lowering herself backwards onto the grass as The
lanky black man straddled her crotch.  He reached out and grabbed a tit
again.
   Candy found herself lying topless in the grass.  Her big bosom slid off
to the sides on her back.  Willie was teasing one of her nipples again. 
His free hand was fumbling with his pants.  "What are you doing?" she asked
in alarm.
   "Ever been titty fucked?" Long asked.  "I didn't think so," he added
when she shook her head no.
   "Umm... Willie?" she asked, watching his had slide into his trousers. 
"I don't think that's a good idea." He seemed to be fumbling in his pants.
She wondered if he were small and having trouble finding it.  He pulled his
hand back out, adjusted the angle and pushed his hand back in.  This time
he grasped something and seemed to struggled with it.  Willie had to sit up
a little and Candy could make out a large bulge shrinking up his pant leg.
Willie sat back down and suddenly, SMACK!  Candy almost screamed in terror.
Her eyes were playing tricks on her.  A black racer had just slithered up
out of the grass and across her stomach, it's evil serpentine head, hissing
at her as it crawled between her breasts.  The tongue flickered out, but it
wasn't pink or forked.  It wasn't a tongue at all, it was a large drop of
white fluid.  Nor was the head serpentine, it was bulbous and round, more
fluid dripping from the long slit in it's center.  The body wasn't
serpentine it was straight and it was growing bigger.  Freed from his
pants, the giant black cock hardened and lifted up off her pale body. 
Candy stared at it in horror almost wishing it had been a snake.
   Candy was fascinated with Marvin's penis and he enjoyed her fascination.
He'd lied and told her it was big at seven inches long.  She'd measured it
one night they were playing and to get seven inches she'd had to press the
edge of the ruler deep into his scrotum.  Still, his penis was nice, hard,
and she enjoyed playing with it.  She'd given him a hand job that night. 
He didn't last long and the grape sized head and spit out a teaspoon's
worth a semen onto her hand.  He'd hardened again while they continued to
make out and he played with her tits.  Whenever he got around to asking her
to marry him, she planned on giving him a blow job.  Intercourse would wait
for marriage even though her pussy yearned to have him inside her every
time she saw his nice dick.
   Candy would love Marvin until the day he died with all her heart, but
from that day in 1972 on, she would never think of his penis as big, hard
or nice again.  It would always be small, pale, and weak.  She'd wish it
were bigger every time he was inside her.  She would fantasize it was
Willie's black cock she was riding, or thrusting her hips up to meet his
thrusts as she lay writhing beneath him or pushing her head into the
pillows as he fucked her hard from behind.  "That can't be real," she
muttered staring at it.
   "Coxville grows their nigger cocks big, Miss," laughed Long as he spit
into his hand and tried coating the massive shaft with it.  He also used
the copious amount of lubrication leaking from him cock's huge head to coat
his shaft.  "Foot long is the norm for a black man's cock and mine tops
that by three inches."
   "My god!" she muttered.  Fifteen inches!  The thing was gigantic!  No
wonder she'd thought it was a snake.
   "Push them big titties together," he ordered.
   Candy obeyed him and pushed her breasts together as he pushed his cock
down between them.  He had to sit forward some as his cock had a tendency
to rear upwards.  When the huge shaft was snug between her breasts, he took
over.  He grabbed her breasts, letting his fingers pinch her nipples while
he thrust his cock back and forth between the canyons of her milky white
breasts.  Candy watched the plum sized head of his cock push forwards and
then withdraw, in and out, in and out.  Each time it moved forwards, the
head seemed to go a little further out.  It hit her chin and she laid her
head down on the grass.  Soon the head was moving up over her chin and then
it was brushing her lips, nearly hitting the bottom of her nose each time
he thrust it forward.  Candy couldn't help herself.  Her tongue came out
and licked the underside of the head, moving down his shaft as his cock
thrust forwards.  Her efforts were rewarded by a loud moan from Willie.  He
liked what she was doing and she kept her tongue out, licking as much of
the tip of his cock as she could while he fucked her big breasts.  She
didn't have a good eye view of his shaft anymore, but it looked bigger,
even more swollen then before.  She heard the black man grunt, "OH FUCK!"
and then she was forced to squeeze her eyes shut as a wall of liquid white
covered her face.
   Willie cursed.  He usually lasted a lot longer and had more self
control, but his first sexual act with a white woman had excited him too
much.  Still, he quickly reared back and aimed his still squirting cock at
her open mouth.  Several large jets of sperm shot into her mouth, quickly
filling it.  He jumped up and squatted over her, pushing his cock down so
that more of his perm shot out to cover those big beautiful breasts of her.
Willie backed up between her spread legs, his cock's last few wads
splattering on her belly and leaving a pool of semen in her navel.  He
needed to act quickly.  Willie undid the buttons on her pink miniskirt. 
She aided him by lifting her hips as he pulled her skirt down her legs. 
She was left with nothing on but for her bikini bottom.  Just like the one
breast, it had a rhinestone peace symbol on her crotch.  The bottoms were
soaked with her arousal.  Willie glanced up at her face as he untied the
strings on the sides of her bikini panty.  She was still laying there
stunned, breathing heavily through her nose as she refused to swallow the
sperm filling her mouth.  Candace's mouth was open and his white sperm
filled it up to her lips, some trickling down the sides.  Her face, hair,
breasts, and belly were also a sperm covered mess.  He looked back down to
her crotch as he pulled her panty off.  He was going to fuck her, but first
he needed to prepare her for her first black cock.  He slid down between
her legs and onto his stomach.  Her genitals were every bit as lovely as
her breasts had been to him.  A thick blonde patch of fur covered her pubic
mound just above the pretties pink pussy he'd ever seen... or tasted.
   Candy's body leaped as she felt a long flat tongue lick up from her
asshole to her clit, pressing hard down on her labia.  She gurgled in
surprise, finally relaxing her throat and letting the mouthful of Willie's
seed slide down her throat.  Surprisingly, it didn't taste bad at all. 
Good even.  She liked her first taste of sperm.  She liked what his tongue
was doing between her legs even more.  Candy found her hips thrusting up
into his licking tongue as she moaned and writhed from his oral
administrations.  Something (his fingers?) was opening her pussy lips up
and his tongue was thrusting in and out of her pussy, then he was sucking
her distended clit between his lips, then he was licking again, then his
fingers were thrusting into her pussy, pressing against her hymen, but not
hard enough to break it.  Candy moaned, almost screamed as she writhed in
the grass.  Her hands came up to caress her nude body and she found herself
rubbing his liquefying semen into her skin, her breasts, and her nipples.
Her tongue flickered out, lapping up more of his seed so that she could
taste him.  Abruptly, without warning, his fingers pushing into her as his
tongue teased her clit, her pussy exploded in pleasure and she did cry out
in joy.
   Long quickly sat up.  Now was his chance to fuck her.  She seemed
stunned by her first orgasm.  Her lovely blue eyes were opened wide and he
could see the white reflections of passing clouds on her irises.  She
looked stunned, dazed, and stupid grin spread across her face.  He kneeled,
pushing his rock hard cock down between her thighs.  His giant black
bulbous cock head pushed up against her swollen labia.  He'd never seen his
cock so hard before as he prepared to fuck his first white pussy.  He could
feel her heat and wetness.  He pushed forwards, the sexually charged young
woman raised her hips into his cock as her lips spread before him and his
cock went... limp.
   Long looked down in horror at his flaccid cock.  It had never failed him
before.  "NO!" he growled.  He grabbed his limp noodle, squeezing and
tugging at the head to make it hard.  Nothing worked.  His cock even
receded some as if he were cold.  "NO!" he cried, looking up into the
bright blue sky filled with fluffy white clouds.  "No," he whispered. 
"Damballah, no." He lowered his head and stared at the beautiful woman
beneath him.  He understood now.
   It was not time.
   ****************
   37 years later, Willie Long remembered that wonderful day like it was
yesterday.  He glanced over at the much older Candace Cox and caught her
glancing at his crotch.  She was remembering too.  He told her to leave him
by the lake, then he'd walked to long way back to town, turning himself in
at the sheriff's station.  The sheriff with his busted nose and a deputy
had taken him back to a holding cell and beaten the crap out of him.  The
town judge had ordered him shipped off to Coxburg for trial.  Willie had
fully expected at least ten years in jail and then a miracle occurred.  A
NAACP lawyer had shown up to defend him.  The lawyer had a signed affidavit
from the girl he'd groped, stating that it had been an accident whereas the
black woman sexually assaulted by the mob had not been an accident.  Nor
had the black man beaten to death by the same mob been an accident. 
Clearly William Long, a hero marine that surved two tours in Vietnam, had
been acting in self defense.  Furthermore, the NAACP wanted the town to
explain why there had only been three blacks voting when there were over
400 black residents in Freetown that used the same polling place and why
had the sheriff parked two squad cars at the entrance to Freetown all day?
The threat of ten years turned into five months in jail and that was
waiting for trial.  Willie Long, the black female rape victim, whom he
later married, and the family of the murdered black man all received a nice
payment from the town, that left Coxville bankrupt for five years.  Willie
used his money to go to college and get a degree in education.  When he
returned, the board was so scared of him, they hired him on at Coxville
High as the new history teacher.  Five years later, he was vice principal,
and three years after that, he became the first black principal and he
still held that job.  Years later, he realized why Damballah hadn't let him
fuck Candy Leidhood (now Cox) back then when he laid eyes on a sixteen year
old Jenny Cox.  This magnificent creature needed to be born.  Jenny was the
chosen one.  He shook her hand at graduation, urged her to try out for the
Miss USA pageant, and hired her on as health teacher and coach.  He watched
her breasts go from DD to EE when Katherine was born.  Long vowed that his
would be her first black cock, but he was wrong.  The night after lightning
destroyed the old oak tree where his ancestor had been hung, his hidden
cameras had caught Coach Black introducing her to his black cock just as
Samson West was converting Katherine Summers.  Still, he would have her.
   Candy swore Long's cock extended an inch as she stared at his crotch. 
She believed that time and abstract memory had enlarged his cock in her
mind, but going by the massive bulge, it hadn't by much.  37 years ago,
after their encounter, she'd swam out into the lake in her bikini after his
monster had covered her in his cum.  It had been a mess to clean off, and
she found strands of his sperm all over her hours later when she went home
to shower.  She'd thanked him for not taking her virginity.  He'd just
grunted in response.  Then she asked him what he meant when he said,
Damballah no?  He just muttered that he'd said, Damn balls, they ah..  Hold
to much sperm.  She had to agree with him.  Sex with him was a messy
proposition.  Candy had driven off, staring at the black man receding in
the mirror.  The next day, she virtually assaulted her boyfriend.  She let
him enter her bareback wanting to feel him without a condom and he'd
promised to pull out.  Marvin was overexcited and lost control, cumming the
second his small penis pushed through her hymen.  She was thinking about
black cock when she lost her virginity.  She was thinking about black cock
when she conceived Jenny.  Three months later when she realized she was
pregnant, they eloped.  Jenny was born in August of 1973.  Candy thought
about Willie Long a lot during the first few years of her marriage.  She
was fantasizing about his black cock when she conceived Kat and every time
she had sex.  As the years passed, she began to doubt that Willie had been
fifteen inches long or even twelve or that he had cum so much.  She and
Melvin rented some porn videos and occasionally there'd be a black guy, but
they were nothing special, no giant cock, no gallon of ejaculate, but they
did look good fucking white women.  Soon, she quit thinking about Willie
when she had sex with Melvin, but she still dreamed about their time at the
lake shore from time to time.  Theirs was a happy marriage and when she
lost him at a too young age from a heart attack, she'd been depressed for
over a year.
   "You sure you don't want to drive down to the lake?" he asked.
   Candy snorted.  "Just take me home, Mr.  Long." She stared out the
window as they neared the old Dutch enclave.  "Willie, there was one thing
I never told you."
   "What's that?"
   "I'm the one that contacted the NAACP."
   "Thank you, though I've always expected it." He glanced over at her and
grinned.  "Thank you," he said again.  This time he moved his hand back
over to her knee.
   Candy let him keep it there this time and to his credit, he didn't try
to move it any higher.  "I couldn't let you go to jail.  I just couldn't."
She looked down at the large black hand on her knee and felt her nipples
hardening.  Her pussy began leaking too.  She suddenly felt like a school
girl again.  When he removed his hand to take the wheel navigating a sharp
curve, she missed it's presence.  "The big farmhouse on the hill," she told
him.
   Willie turned at the mailbox with COX written on it.  He slowed for the
long drive up to her house.  Willie faked a yawn.  "Man, I'm beat.  I sure
could use a cup of coffee," he said, pulling up to the house.
   Candy opened the door and stepped out.  She leaned down and he could see
the conflict in her eyes.  She opened her mouth to speak, closed it and
then opened it again.  "Thanks for the ride," she told him.  "I appreciate
it."
   Willie watched her stand to leave.  Still a prude, still worried about
appearances to let a black man into her house for coffee (and sex), still
wanting to set a moral example for her daughters, to uptight to let her
slut out to play.  "Wait!" he yelled, before she could shut the door.  "I
need that uniform back."
   Candy looked down at her buxom body, still attired in the skimpy
cheerleading outfit.  "Oh yes, of course.  Wait here and I'll be right back
with it."
   Long rolled his eyes.  "Hey, can I use your bathroom?"
   "Uh, sure, come on in," said Candy.  Long followed her into the house.
It was immaculately clean and clutter free.  "Right there," said Candy,
pointing at an open door off the living room.  "I'll be upstairs changing."
   Willie Long entered the bathroom and took a quick piss.  The bathroom
was like the rest of the house, very clean, neatly organized, and it
smelled fresh.  A far cry from his single male house.  He flushed the
toilet, returned to the living room and looked up the stairs that Candy had
disappeared up.  Willie began slowly walking up the stairs.
   Candy had left the bedroom door partially open and he could see motion
through the crack.  He pushed the door farther open.  Candy stood beside
her bed.  She'd taken the skimpy cheerleading top off leaving herself clad
in only a bra and the red skirt.  A pearl necklace a a gold necklace with a
cross adorned her neck and she wore gold hoop earring in her ears.  She
moved her hands down to the hem of her skirt and started wiggling her hips
as she pushed the skirt down her legs.  Long smiled as she stepped out of
the skirt.  Candy may have been closing on sixty, but she certainly wasn't
wearing granny panties.  Her underwear was lacy and skimpy.  The panties
were see-thru and he could clearly see her thin blonde pubic strip.  The
bra was lacy and frilly too.  It was doing double duty, straining to hold
up her massive breasts.  The old broad could still pull off a bikini.  Her
body wasn't the same as it had been at eighteen.  Her ass was a lot bigger
and her breasts had gone from probably a DD at eighteen to GG.  Her bigger
breasts and bigger ass actually seemed to balance each other out.  Her skin
wasn't as taut and tight and smooth as it was when she was a teen.  He
could make out some blue veins in the tops of her breasts and she had
certainly gained additional weight in her belly and thighs, but not the bad
kind, the kind of weight that gave her a sexy exciting jiggle.
   Candy was pulling the robe on over her body when she noticed the black
man staring at her.  She let out a little squeak of shock.  "W-willie! 
What are you doing?" She pulled the robe tight around her body.
   Long strolled into the room.  He could detect a little tremble in her
body.  She was shaking as he walked up to her.  "I was just staring at a
very sexy woman," he told her.  "You looked better without that bulky old
robe."
   "What!" Candy watched him reach out and grab her robe, pulling it open.
She struggled to close it, but he was much stronger.
   "Much better," he said looking at her body between the open folds of the
robe.  He quickly moved his hands to her shoulders and spun her around so
that her back was to him.  He yanked the robe off her.  Her bra clasped in
the back.  He moved his hands down and unhooked it before spinning her back
around.
   "I..  we can't...," mumbled a stunned Candy Cox.  She didn't know what
to say.  She'd moved her hands up to her chest to hold her bra over her
breasts.
   "Relax baby, I've seen them before." Long reached up and grabbed the top
of her bra.
   She held them firm to her chest.  "Willie, NO!  We can't do this."
   "Why not?"
   "It's inappropriate.  We're too old to mess around."
   "Admit it, it's cause you're a little racist.  You don't want a black
man touching you."
   "Yes, a little, but I let you touch me before."
   "And as I recall, you enjoyed it very much."
   Candy blushed.  "That was a long time ago.  You're my daughter's boss.
What would they think?"
   "Don't tell them.  Don't tell anyone.  It'll be our dirty little secret.
Come on, we're both widowed and I suspect it's been as long for you as it
had for me."
   "What makes you think I don't have someone on the side?"
   "You don't.  In fact I think you're sexually frustrated.  Look how clean
this house is."
   "What's wrong with a clean house?"
   "Nothing, I like it, but it's a sign of how frustrated you are.  You put
all your energies into cleaning, energy that you used to reserve for
fucking."
   Candy gasped.  It was so true.  Her dream about the shadow man had
awoken some dormant needs that she had long ago repressed.  "I can't have
sex with you," she told him firmly.  She glanced over at the nightstand and
her wedding picture.  Since they'd eloped, she'd only worn a cheap white
dress and Marvin had on a dark suit.  He seemed to be staring back at her
accusingly.
   "No sex then," said Long, sliding his hands down her waist and over her
hips.  He moved his hands back up her sides.  "How about we just reenact
our encounter from that first day we met?"
   Candy's eyes widened.  "I don't think..." His hands had slid over to the
tops of her breasts again and were tugging at her bra.  "You mean you want
to stick your thingy between my breasts again?"
   "Yes, I want to titty fuck those big melons with my big black cock and
then I want to go down on you again and taste that sweet white pussy of
yours."
   Candy let her hands fall to her sides and Long pulled her bra away.  His
fingers and tongue had given her the biggest orgasm of her life and the
thought of him doing that to her again, had her relenting and her panties
soaked.  "Alright Willie, but nothing else.  Just what we did the first
time."
   "Sure thing, baby," he said reaching out for her breasts.  "But this
time, we'll have a nice comfy bed instead off grass to lay on." Freed of
her bra, her heavier breasts sagged down, her once proudly up thrust
nipples, now pointed downwards, but they still reacted the same way.  As he
pinched each nipple, they hardened just as they had the first time he'd
touched them.  First the nipple hardened, then her areola puffed up.  The
sexy grandmother moaned as his black hands squeezed and kneaded her
breasts. They appeared to have grown more sensitive with age instead of
less.
   This time would be different and Willie had every intention of fucking
her tonight.  He watched her eyes close as he played with her breasts.  She
sucked in her lower lip as her arousal grew.  Willie bent down and moved
his hands from her titties to her waist and down to the hem of her panties.
Candy opened her eyes to see what he was doing.  Her blue ones met his
brown ones once again and she watched him lean forward and suck one nipple
between his dark lips.  His white mustache tickled, but it felt good, oh so
good.  She moaned in pleasure and felt him pulling her underwear down her
thighs and legs until they fell to her feet and she stepped out of them.
   Candy grabbed the white hair that circled under Long's bald pate and
pulled his head tighter against her breast.  She moaned continuously as his
tongue flickered over her nipple.  Then she felt his hand between her legs
and a finger pressed hard against her labia.  She was so wet, there was a
squishing sound as his finger entered her.  Candy began humping the finger
inside her.  He was right, so right.  She needed this.  All she desperately
wanted was to get off again, one more time and she could go back to
cleaning her house.  Long quit licking her nipple.  Instead, his planted a
kiss over it and then leaned over and kissed her other one.  He stood back
up, his finger slipping from her needy pussy, causing her to squeal in
frustration.  Long grabbed her chin and turned her face up to his.  He
leaned down, turning his head, lips closing on hers.  She jerked her head
back, then relented and let his lips come down on hers.  She hadn't kissed
him back then, it felt too much like cheating on Marvin, but she didn't
have Marvin anymore and she hadn't been kissed passionately by a man since
Marvin had died.  She relaxed, gave in to his kisses and started kissing
him back.  It was her tongue that made the first move into his mouth,
teasing his tongue, dueling into each other's mouths.
   Long kept kissing her, turning her back towards the bed.  They kissed as
they walked backwards, two black fingers pinching and tugging her hard
nipple until she sat down hard on the bed.  "You take it out," he told her.
   Candy looked at the huge bulge straining at his pants.  She didn't see
any harm in taking it out.  With trembling hands she fumbled with his belt
buckle and the buttons on his trousers.  Her delicate fingers pulled his
zipper down.  She did wince a little when she saw his underwear, more
yellow then white, but the package beneath was what she really wanted to
see again.  She tugged his trousers down and gasped.  His huge cock was
sticking out of the leg of his underwear and running down his thigh.  It
was already swollen and struggling for freedom.  She grabbed the hem of his
ugly underwear and tugged it down.  The second it cleared his cock head,
the huge black cock sprang up and whacked her on the chin.  Candy grabbed
it to keep it from hitting her, but didn't let go.  She hadn't really
touched it the last time, felt it's heat, it's hardness, it's power.  Now
she did and there had been no false memories of it, nor had her mind
exaggerated it's size over the years.  "My god," she said, running her fist
from up to the big bulbous head and down to the base of his shaft.  For
some reason, she leaned forwards and planted a kiss right on the plum sized
cock head.
   Candy scooted back on the bed, holding his cock and tugging him
forwards. "My god," she said again as he straddled her.  His cock... his
big cock... his big black cock... it looked the same as she remembered it.
It was every bit the swollen and steel hard, fifteen inch black cock that
it had been 27 years ago.  The one difference was that his immense black
cock now sprang from a bushy batch of white pubic hair and the hairs on his
heavy scrotum had gone white too.
   Candy scooted up on the bed until her head rested on the pillow.  Long
straddled her crotch.  He was now bottomless, but he still wore a white
shirt.  Candy didn't take her eyes off his cock as she reached out for the
nightstand and a bottle of hand cream she kept there.  She found the bottle
and flipped the lid open.  She poured the cream from the bottle from one
end of his mighty shaft to the other like you would pour mustard on a
hotdog.  She tossed the bottle aside and used both hands to rub the cream
all over his shaft while Long began undoing the buttons on his shirt and
pulled it off.  When he was completely nude except for his socks, every
square inch of his cock had been coated with lotion until it glistened.
   Candy released it and moved her hands to her breasts, now falling over
her sides.  She brought them together and held them still while Willie
pushed his cock down between her grand canyon.  Her eyes never left his
cock as he began to titty fuck her again.
   ***************
   Kat sat up on the edge of her kitchen table and felt Hercules mighty
cock thrusting back and forth through her fist.  She bent the hard shaft
down and guided it into her pussy.  She whimpered in awe as the big black
cock head speared between her pussy lips and pushed back inside her.  He
fucked her with just the head for a few thrusts.  Kat didn't want to let go
of the hot throbbing shaft.  It fascinated her as it slid between her fist.
Finally, she laid back down on her table and just stared up at the overhead
light as Herc worked his foot long black cock deeper into her pussy.
   Hercules' cock slid as deep as it had been before.  He seemed eager to
bury his cock inside her.  Kat's moans turned to grunts as the plum sized
cock head rammed it's way deeper and deeper inside her.  Her hands gripped
the sides of the table, knuckles turning white as the cock pushed deeper
still.  Sweat broke out on Kat's forehead from the strain.  "OH!  GOD! 
You're... you're really... opening me up," she gasped.
   "Shit girl," cursed Hercules West with a broad grin on his face.  "I'm
resizing that white pussy of yours.  Claiming it for the black man."
   "No," she squealed in protest and Herc just laughed in response.  His
cock head plowed it's way deeper and Kat began to believe him.  She'd never
feel her husband inside her again.  She feared she'd always crave something
bigger, something blacker.  She winced with pain and her body tried to jerk
away from his cock as his cock head banged on her cervix.  Kat leaned up
enough to look down between her breasts.  There was still an inch or two of
thick black shaft sticking out from her pussy.  She hadn't quite taken it
all.
   "Just relax and let your pussy resize itself," he said.
   Kat flashed him a dirty look and then stared back up at the ceiling. 
Her insides hugged and conformed itself to the thick shaft penetrating her.
She could feel it's heat, it's pulse or was that her pulse?  The two pulses
seemed linked.  Herc wasn't fucking her with his cock, just holding it
buried, the urethra pressed hard against her cervix.  His cock was jerking
every five seconds or so.  It was spitting it's precum, coating her cervix
with the viscous liquid.  Her cervix relaxed and softened.  Then it slowly
began to open for the cock head pressing so hard against it.  Hercules
buried the remaining inch of his cock inside her.
   Kat laid flat on the table and stared at the ceiling.  She felt stuffed,
bloated.  There was no pleasure having him stuffed inside her, though the
little pain she had felt was fading.  She began to have some regrets.  A
tear formed in her eye as she thought of her poor husband, sitting alone in
a jail cell while she cheated with another man, a black man no less.  She
was a sinner, the whore of Babylon.  Her pussy spasmed around the massive
black cock stuffing it.  Her juices were rapidly lubricating the shaft to
the point where fluid was dripping from their conjoined crotches to soak
Hercules' heavy balls.  She should stop this.  Stop the sin before it went
further.  Hercules' cock jerked in her pussy as he flexed his powerful
muscle.  Kat gasped as pleasure rocked her body.  "No!," she muttered in
denial.  He jerked his cock again and her crotch leaped up off the table.
"No," she whispered looking at the smirking black man.  Their eyes met and
he jerked his cock again.  Kat came all over his bucking cock.  All
thoughts of her husband, all thoughts that this was wrong disappeared from
her mind as he began moving his cock.
   At first, the flared head of his cock caught inside her cervix as he
tried to remove his shaft from her womb, but then it pulled though and
pushed back in.  Her body accepted his size, growing used to having a foot
long cock fucking it.  Herc teased her with his cock.  He'd pull most of it
out, then slowly bury it.  He pulled back until his cock head pulled free
between her swollen labia.  He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her
swollen pussy lips.  She bucked her hips, trying to get the head back
inside her.  "Put it back in," she moaned.
   "Beg for it bitch," growled Hercules.
   "Please!  Please, put it back in," cried Kat, whimpering with
desperation for his cock.  "Please, I need it."
   "Need what?"
   "Your CAAWK," she cried.  Kat could feel the bulbous head pressing hard
against her pussy lips.  Her knuckles were white where they gripped the
sides of the table.  She pulled on the table, sliding herself into his cock
enough that half the knobby head entered her pussy.  Kat moaned with relief
then whimpered as Hercules pulled it back out.  Why wasn't he fucking her?
Kat whined in frustration before screaming.  "I need your black cock. 
Please fuck me with your big black cock." The orgasm exploded from her body
as Hercules' shaft buried itself in her womb.
   Hercules pulled back again until his cock almost cleared her pussy
opening.  He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs.  "Time dat white pussy
got some serious fucking," he growled.
   "Yes," moaned Kat, writhing on the table.  Hercules slammed his cock
forward again.  "Fuck me, fuck me, give me that big nigger cock." The big
black man was pistoning his hips, slowly at first, picking up speed.  Kat
couldn't believe the pleasure it was giving her nor the way she was
reacting to it.  She never talked like this in bed, rarely cursed at all,
yet the words flowed from her mouth.  "Fuck my slut pussy.  Give me that
big nigger cock." Any further words choked in her throat as the orgasms
started cumming.  Every fith stroke or so and she was orgasming again.  Her
belly was undulating as her hips bounced up off the table into his thrusts.
No woman had ever been fucked so good.  How could she have cum so many
times?  How could he last so long at so fast a pace without cumming? 
Without cumming?  SHIT!  "Aaah!  Don'T... OOOH!... Cum...ah ah ah oh
god...in me."
   "What you saying slut?"
   Kat couldn't quit moaning or gasping for air long enough to form a
sentence.  She burst it out.  "Don'tcuminme."
   "Don't cum in you?  You don't want me to nut yo pussy?"
   "NO!  Fert-aaaah-ility pills.  Can'tgetpregnant."
   Herc slammed his cock in and out of her pussy a half dozen more times
before saying, "Too late." He buried his cock and blasted the first load
into her womb.
   "NO!" screamed Kat sitting up some as she felt his cock start jerking.
There was a look of abject horror on her face, but as his sperm quickly
filled her womb, the look of horror turned to one of awe.  It felt like
someone had stuck a hose in her pussy and turned the water up high.  It
resulted in her biggest orgasm yet.  Her hands fumbled upwards, grabbing
Hercules and pulling him down on top off her, their lips met as he
continued cumming inside her pussy.  His pumping cock had her cumming again
and it was even bigger then the previous one.  She felt her pussy
contracting all around the spurting cock, milking it for every last drop of
sperm.  Katherine Cox Jones couldn't take the pleasure any more and she
broke their kiss, collapsing on the table.
   Kat couldn't have passed out long for his semi-hard black cock was still
inside her as she came to her senses.  "Sorry, I guess I was a little
excited," apologized the black man.
   "You shouldn't have cum inside me," she moaned with fright.  "I might
get pregnant."
   "Fuck that," grunted Hercules.  "Not my problem.  I was apologizing for
cumming so soon.  I hope I knocked ya up.  Give ya a little black bundle of
joy to remember me by."
   "Asshole," she snapped.  "Get that thing out of me," she told him.  Kat
looked up at the clock.  What did he mean, apologizing for cumming too
soon? He had to have fucked her for a good forty minutes.  Herc yanked his
cock out.  Once uncorked, her pussy turned into a veritable Niagara falls
as his voluminous seed spilled from her pussy.  Kat sat up and on the edge
of her table looking down between her legs.  The cum leaking from her was
fluid, sticky, no longer white, and for a moment she feared she might have
emptied her bladder while she was passed out, but no it was all his sperm.
His semen had completely liquefied as it pooled on her floor and she
wondered exactly how long she had been passed out.  She looked up from the
pool of sperm to his magnificent cock, still long and plump and dangling
down between his legs.  Under her gaze, it suddenly rose an inch.  "You
should leave," she told his cock... him.
   Hercules stooped and moved one strong arm under her knees.  "Why Mrs. 
Jones," he said, lifting her off the table.  "Hubby ain't coming home and
we got all night." He carried her towards the stairs and started climbing
them.  "I can nut ya a couple more times in your marital bed." Hercules
leaned down to kiss her as he climbed the stairs and she kissed him back.
   ***************
   Candy couldn't take her eyes off Willie Long's cock.  The big head would
push out from her breasts, then disappear between her large milky white
globes.  Other then some veins in her breasts and the wrinkles on her
hands, it looked exactly like it had the last time he'd titty fucked her 37
years ago.  Only when she looked up from his cock to the skinny old black
man it belonged to did the reality of their ages hit her.
   Long inched his way forwards a little and his hard black cock began
sliding up over her chin and then past her nose and then the hard ended
head of his cock was rapping on her forehead, sticky precum dripping just
above her eyes.  Candy stuck her tongue out and licked along the bulging
black vein beneath his hard shaft.  He moaned and pulled back until her
tongue was licking the underside of his cock head.  His cock tasted of the
hand lotion, but still she licked it.  Long angled himself up some and
pressed the head against her lips.  She parted them and let the tip of his
cock in her mouth.  Her tongue twirled around the head of his cock, tasting
his precum, and lapping it up.
   Long sat back down and started concentrating on sliding his cock back
and forth through her tittys.  He panted and strained and Candy feared the
old man's heart might not be up for the strain.  Willie didn't relent and
kept at it.  Candy continued licking the underside of his shaft as it
reared up over her face.  His cock head was swelling, turning even harder
and darker.  She saw it explode above her eyes, a wave of white fluid
fanning out from the swollen head.  She closed her eyes as his cock pulled
back and the wall of hot cum fell on her face, a load shooting in her
mouth. Candy felt his sit up, more cum striking her breasts as she swirled
his hot seed around in her mouth before swallowing.  It tasted as good as
she'd remembered.  After her and Long's last encounter, she'd never shied
away from blowing Marvin and swallowing his seed.  She craved the taste of
sperm, but her poor husband never produced enough to satisfy her craving No
matter how hard she milked his little prick for every last drop of his
seed.
   Candy quickly sat up and opened her eyes.  Long was rearing up, aiming
his spurting cock at her nipples.  She quickly reached out for his shaft
and took it from him, quickly aiming it at her mouth.  She shut her eyes
again as another voluminous wad splattered on her face and then the head
was in her mouth.  The amount of his ejaculate had slowed and his wads no
longer filled her mouth.  He shot several shot glasses worth of cum at the
back of her throat and she swallowed as quickly as he came.  She was able
to milk several more shots from his long cock with her hands before he was
finally done cumming.
   Candy purred with satisfaction as she fell back on the bed, licking the
sperm from around her lips and scooping more up with her fingers.  The old
man never slowed down.  He was quickly laying at the foot of her bed, his
head buried between her legs.  "Oh god!  Willie, it's been so long," she
moaned.  Marvin had been good to her, knowing she needed more from him
sexually and her husband had willing gone down on her almost weekly.  He'd
gotten quite good at it too, but the last time she'd been eaten out had
been at least fifteen years ago.  She reached up and pinched her own
nipples, whimpering with pleasure as he licked her with his tongue.  Candy
found herself playing with her breasts, rubbing his semen into her tit
flesh and around her nipples as she felt his fingers press into her.
   Willie couldn't get over how pretty her little white pussy looked. 
Sure, there was a little more flab in her thighs and her pussy hair looked
paler from the white hair mixed in with the blonde, but over all, she had
the pussy of a much younger woman.  He worked his fingers in and out of her
so that he could stare at it for a while.  Her pussy lips glistened with
her arousal and they tightly clenched his fingers.  He worked his fingers
back and forth watch a slight imperceptible lifting of her hips into them
and as he picked up speed, soon her hips were rapidly humping his fingers.
Candace Cox was moaning as he finger fucked her.  He could feel her pussy
start to tremble as an orgasm approached.  Principal Long leaned forwards
again and sucked her distended clit between his lips and Candy came, her
fluids squirting all over the lower half of his face.
   A broad satisfied smile spread across Candy's face as she came down from
her orgasm.  It had been a long time since she'd felt this satisfied.  The
night she dreamt of the shadow man fucking her in the cotton field, she'd
actually masturbated herself to an orgasm the dream had been so hot. 
Before that, it had been more then ten years since she'd cum and at least
that long since she'd been horny.  Now, Long's fingers were still in her
and his tongue came down to lick her clit again.  "Ohmygod!  You're very...
generous," she gasped, realizing that Long wasn't done with her.  Suddenly,
her pleasure turned to a girlish schoolgirl giggle.
   "What?" asked, Willie, pausing with his tongue, but continuing to finger
fuck her.
   "Tickles," she giggled.
   Willie lifted his face up so that his mustache wasn't tickling her.  He
jabbed his tongue back into her pussy and worked it around a bit before
pushing his fingers back in.  He moved his tongue back up to her clit and
sucked it back into his mouth.  Candy's giggles faded and turned to gasps
of pleasure.  "Fuck!" she moaned, sitting up and pulling his face deep into
her pussy.  "I'm gonna cum again." Candy found herself staring at his bald
black pate with the bushy white hair circling his head.  His droopy white
mustache sat on her up thrusting pubic mound.  Her eyes moved to his and
she stared into his deep brown eyes.  There was a hint of amusement in his
eyes, but behind that was a coldness and then she was cumming again.
   Candy screamed in pleasure, thankful she had no neighbors to hear her
cries.  She pulled Long's face so tightly into her pussy while she came all
over it that she feared she might smother him.  Candy released his head and
collapsed on the bed.  The booze and the two glorious orgasms had her half
out of it.  She barely felt Long's weight on the bed, nor his hands on her
ankles spreading her legs wide apart.  Something big and hard nudged
against her pussy lips, pushing them inside her pussy before they relented
and spread wide for the giant invader.  A dazed Candy sat up and looked
down at the huge fifteen inch black cock poised to enter her pussy.
   What would her daughters say if they new that their mom was about to get
fucked by a black man with a huge cock?
   ***************
   "FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG BLACK COCK!" screamed Jenny slamming her pussy
down into Coach Black's shaft.
   "fuck me with that big nigger cock," screamed Kitty's voice from a few
rooms down.
   "NOBODY'S GOT A BIGGER COCK THEN YOU, COACH," cried Jenny, banging her
hands down on the wall before grabbing her headboard.
   "samson west you have the best cock in the world," echoed Kitty.
   Beneath Jenny's wildly bouncing body, Coach Black grinned as he laid in
Harold Summer's rightful place in bed, in Harold's house, taking Harold's
wife.  Her big tits were slapping his face and he eagerly latched his mouth
onto the nipple capping one of Jenny's magnificent breasts.  "CUMMING!!!"
screamed his lover at the top of her voice.
   "I'm cumming you big black stud," screamed Kitty.
   The Coach grinned around Jenny's nipple.  He wondered if Samson was
enjoying this as much as he.  The two Summer's women were competing with
each other, both crying out the superiority of their lovers, both trying to
out orgasm the other.
   "take my white ass, samson."
   "I WANT YOUR BIG BLACK COCK UP MY ASS COACH," screamed Jenny louder then
she needed to.  She leaped off and assumed the position, burying her head
in her pillow.
   Well, you didn't have to ask me twice, thought Black, kneeling behind
her.  He lined his footlong cock up with her tight little sphincter.  He
suddenly grinned.  "READY FOR SOME BLACK COCK UP THAT WHITE ASS, WHORE," he
yelled.
   "Ima gonna fuck that tight ass of yours slut," repeated Samson's voice
from down the hall.
   Black laughed.  Sure enough, his star player was enjoying this as much
as he was.
   ***************
   "Fuckme fuckme fuckme fuckme fuckme fuckme fuckme," repeated Candy's
other daughter over and over again.  Kat's face was buried in her pillows
as Hercules took her from behind on her marital bed.  She'd already cum
twice more and she could feel his cock swelling.  "Please," she cried, her
voice muffled by the pillow.  "Don't cum in me again.  Too risky."
   "Gonna cum in you, slut," growled Hercules.  He wanted nothing more then
to bust another nut in the married bitche's tight white pussy, but he knew
an opportunity when he saw it.  "But if ya doesn't want me cumming in yo
pussy..." He pulled his cock out and quickly raised it up to her tightly
sphinctered asshole.
   "Whatthefuck?" whispered a surprised Kat as she felt the huge tip of
Hercules' cock, pressing hard against her virgin ass.  He was pressing hard
against it and her ass was opening for him.  Kat sat up to stop him, but
ended up pushing her ass back into his cock.  It felt like he had shoved a
golf ball in her ass as the tip of his cock shot forward.  "Aaargh!" she
cried in pain.
   "Relax," said Herc soothingly while grabbing her hips to hold her still.
Kat struggled a little, but eventually calmed down and quit struggling.
   "Holy crap," cried Kat, feeling her ass opening up for the huge shaft.
He pushed it a little deeper.  It still hurt, but it was only from the
initial pain.  The pain was just taking awhile to fade, but it did fade. 
Once her rectum was open, the going was easier.  Herc was working his cock
around in her ass.  He pulled back so that the flare on his helmeted cock
head almost exited her sphincter, but then he pushed his cock back deep. 
With each thrust, his cock went deeper, forcing it's way into her bowls. 
After the initial pain, Kat Just felt overstretched and stuffed like she
needed to go poop.  She wasn't aware at what point it started feeling good.
Her body had started pushing back against the strong black man every time
he was forcing his cock in deeper.  "Ohmygod," she moaned.
   "That's what I'm talkin about," laughed Herc.  "Slut's starting to like
it."
   Kat was starting to like it.  She was being sodomized by a hung black
man and she was enjoying it.  "So wrong," she moaned, lifting her head off
the pillows and getting on all fours so that she could push back into
Herc's cock with more force.  "Oh god, I love it," she mumbled.  "Fuck it."
   "Fuck what?"
   Shit!  Kat had hoped her hadn't heard her.  "Nothing," she said.
   "Say it, bitch.  You said, Fuck it."
   "I want you to fuck it." Tears started rolling down Kat's face from
shame.  Who was this woman letting some nigger fuck her ass?  What kind of
woman actually enjoyed having her butt stuffed with an oversized black
cock?
   "Say it, bitch," he growled, spanking her ass with a loud SLAP.  "And
don't make me repeat myself again."
   "I want you to fuck it," she said again, this time louder so that he
could hear.
   "Fuck what?" SLAP he struck her ass cheek hard again.
   "MY ASS!  FUCK MY ASS!  I want you to fuck my ass with your big black
cock.  Fuck my white ass.  Fuck my white slut ass," she cried, the words
flowing from her mouth.
   Hercules laughed in triumph.  He stopped for a second, grabbing her
hips. Then he started pounding her hard.  His well lubricated cock was now
sliding through her ass as quickly as if it were a wet pussy.  "Fucking
tight," he growled.  "Gonna cum soon."
   "Yes, cum in white ass," she whimpered.  Kat's pussy was dripping with
need for his cock.  In desperation she held herself up with one hand while
the other worked it's way under her body.  She felt her own heat as her
fingers entered her wet pussy.  That was all it took for her to cum again.
"CCUUMMIINNGG!!" she screamed in pleasure.
   "Cumming!" bellowed the big black man.  His hot seed hosed the depth of
her bowels.  Her ass filled with his cum.  He worked his cock a bit as he
ejaculated then Herc pulled back until just the head of his cock was
through her anus.  He jerked the shaft off his cock, draining every last
drop of his seed inside her ass.
   Kat yelped slightly as the black golf ball exited her ass.  A steady
stream of sperm started running down to her labia until it dripped off her
clit.  The stream grew into a torrent as his semen welled up in her ass and
leaked out of her, but Kat didn't have the strength to get off the bed. 
She heard a strong stream of piss striking the water in the toilet in the
master bath, then sounds of washing hands.  Hercules returned to the
bedroom.  She managed to look over at him.  He was smirking arrogantly. 
His big banana cock was swinging freely between his legs, glistening in the
light.  He had washed it.  Hercules spanked her ass again, but this time it
was more playfully.  "Go get cleaned up," he ordered her.
   Kat groaned, but managed to roll off her marital bed.  Her ass squished
as she made her way to the toilet, frowning when she saw the yellow urine
filling the bowl.  He hadn't flushed.  Nor had he lifted the lid for drops
of urine covered her toilet seat.  She wiped it down and then sat on her
toilet.  His sperm quickly began leaking from her ass as she peed, pushing
the sperm in her pussy out from earlier.  Kat glanced over at the sink and
saw her favorite washcloth waded up on the edge.  It was wet and had brown
stains on it from where he'd used it to clean his cock off.  Disgusting,
but she knew she'd want a big cock up her ass again.
   When Kat returned to her bedroom, Hercules West was gently snoring on
her husband's side of the bed.  His head resting on her husband's pillow.
She turned the lights off, lifted the covers and climbed in beside the
black man.  Herc grunted in his sleep, his muscular arm reached over her,
hand coming to rest on her big breast possessively.  He pulled her soft
white body into his hard black one until his plump cock rested against her
ass cheeks.
   Kat quickly fell asleep, nestled in the arms of her black lover.
   ****************
   Willie Long held his breath as he pushed his cock down on Candy's soaked
labia.  He exhaled with relief as his cock head pushed her pussy lips
inward and then slowly disappeared into the hottest wettest pussy he'd ever
felt.  Candy on the other hand inhaled sharply as his cock first entered
her.  37 years ago, he'd been horrified to watch his proud black cock go
limp just as he was about to enter Candy's then teenage pussy.  He hadn't
expected that to happen this time, but still the fear had been there.
   The teenage Candace Leidhood had nearly been his first white woman and
now nearly forty years later it was finally happening.  His black cock was
now inside the widowed grandmother Candy Cox and she was his first white
woman.  The first, but not the last.  Bobbie Sue Kindle would be next, his
hidden cameras had caught her with both Melvin and Andy in her classroom.
He also had enough blackmail material on both Candy's daughter and her
granddaughter to give him complete power over Jenny and Kitty Summers. 
After them, more would be his for the taking.
   Candy's moan drew his attention back to the lovely mature woman writhing
on the bed.  She was humping up into his cock as he worked the head around
in her pussy, feeding her another inch and then another.  "So tight,"
growled Willie, his cock now six inches deep.
   "Been so long," she complained, "I think my hymen grew back." He
chuckled and Candy turned her gaze up from his cock sticking out of her to
his face.  She smiled at him.  Her demeanor was changing.  No longer was he
a skinny old bald black man to her, he was a man that could make her feel
good.  A skillful lover that could make her cum again and again.  Candace
Cox would be his for the taking after tonight.  "Christ that's big!"
   Long looked down.  She taken seven inches, he guessed.  "Feels like
virgin territory."
   "I think you just passed Marvin," she told him, through gritted teeth.
   "Poor girl, never been truly fucked have you, that's not even half my
cock."
   "Thicker too," she told him.  "Aaaargh!" Candy shook her head to clear
it, another inch had just been shoved up her.  "Can't take much more," she
told him with both relief and regret.  Candy almost wished he'd go back to
just working the head around in her.  It was simply too big to feel good.
   "Just relax and breath deep," he told her in a calm, soothing voice.
   Candy relaxed and started doing the same breathing exercises she had
used giving birth to Jenny and Katherine.  She found it helped, but her
vagina was also squeezing Long's thick cock and trying to push it out. 
"AaargghhowFUCK!" She screamed wincing in pain.
   Willie had cupped his arms under her knees and pulled her into his cock
just as he thrust his hips forward.  He winced too as his big cock head
banged hard on her cervix.  He'd jabbed another four inches into her and
she hadn't been ready for it.  He hadn't actually wanted to hurt her, he
was just a little overeager to fuck his first pussy in many years.  Women
could take it all given enough time and soon Candy would be opened up and
screaming in joy instead of pain.
   Willie dropped her legs and started to lay himself down on top of her.
Candy's eyes had shut and she was wincing in pain.  Sweat had broken out on
her forehead to.  He hunched his back and brought his lips down to her
nipples.  Within seconds, additional lube started coating his cock.  Her
pussy muscles quit trying to force him out and started squeezing his shaft.
Candy moaned, softly at first and then it started getting louder.  "Feeling
good now, baby?" he asked.
   "Starting to," she replied, grabbing the back of his bald head and
holding him tight against her nipple.  "Still hurts, but the pain is
fading. You hit my cervix pretty hard."
   "Sorry," he replied between flicks of his tongue over her nipple.
   "How much?" she asked.
   "Bout a foot," he told her, kissing his way across her breast to her
other nipple.
   "I didn't think it was possible.  I guess that's it then," said Candy,
starting to move her hips beneath him.  Her body wanted him to start moving
his cock in and out of her.
   Willie flexed his cock each time she raised her hips up into him.  Each
jerk of his cock coated her cervix with a little more precum.  He pushed
his hips forward, the cock head pressing hard against her softening cervix.
"There's still about three inches," he grunted.
   Candy gasped.  "I don't believe it," she said as her cervix opened for
his huge dick and his cock head slowly slid through.  "It's in my womb."
   Long buried his cock balls deep in her pussy.  He knew from experience
with his wife that a local woman's pussy could adapt to the giant cocks of
the black men.  As Candy adjusted to his size, her cervix would loosen
automatically open up as she grew aroused.  It would close back up after
the male had orgasmed, trapping lots of fertile semen in the womb
increasing chances of pregnancy.  The local niggers called it "resizing"
and the term seemed appropriate.  "Feeling good now?"
   "Oh my god," was all Candy could respond.
   Long kissed her nipple and then worked his way up her chest, neck, and
found her lips.  He kissed her passionately while he started bucking his
hips.  His tongue forced it's way into her mouth, their tongues teasing. 
His cock was buried deep and only around six inches were removed every time
he raised his hips.  Candy's body was responding, lifting up into his
thrusts.  Her hands slid all over his back, digging her nails in, sliding
down to his hips and grabbing them urging him to fuck her harder.  Long
obliged.  He increased his speed.  Candy broke their kiss, her mouth
opening wide as a scream grew in her throat.  She turned her head and
screamed out in orgasm just as he buried his cock in her pussy and held it
still.  Candy was breathing hard and trembling beneath him.  "WOW!" she
gasped out between deep breaths.  Candy stared at the ceiling, a contented
smile across her lips.  She could feel Willie's massive cock head jerking
in womb.  "You haven't cum yet?"
   "Nope," grunted Long, beginning to move his hips again.  Soon he was
fucking her harder then the last time.  He brought his lips back to hers.
This time her tongue found his first as they continued to kiss.  Candy
started shaking beneath him as another orgasm grew.  This time, Long
increased his speed while she came, not stopping for a moment to let her
recover.  Candy started crying, but it was tears of joy.  She'd never felt
anything so good or cum so much as with this man.  "Who owns this pussy?"
grunted Long, fucking her hard.
   "You do," gasped Candy without hesitation.  Unbelievably another orgasm
was building.  "This is your pussy now, Willie.  Fuck your white pussy."
   "Yeah, I'm fucking it good, bitch," he said, wincing.  He was trying not
to talk down to her, but it was in his nature and she didn't seem to mind.
"You love that black cock, slut?"
   "I love your black cock.  Fuck me.  Fuck me.  Fuck your white slut. 
CUMMING!" And Candy was still cumming as Long grabbed her and rolled over.
Candy found herself astride him.  She laid down on his chest while she
recovered from her latest large orgasm.  "Thank you, you're amazing," she
purred, leaning up to kiss him.
   Candy sat up and began slowly riding his huge cock.  Black hands found
her milky white breasts and began playing with them as she started
bouncing. "Ride that black cock, slut," said Willie, spanking one ass cheek
before sucking one engorged nipple between his lips.
   "My turn to fuck you," moaned Candy.  This was so hot.  She'd never
talked dirty during sex with Marvin, but then Marvin's cock hadn't brought
out the slut in her.  "I mean it Willie," she said, looking down at him. 
"This is your pussy now.  Your slut wants that black cock.  I need that
black cock.  Anything you- OH SHIT!  I'm gonna cum again." Long's cock
suddenly felt bigger as she continued to bounce in his lap.  The head was
starting to have a hard time passing through her cervix.  The flared his
caught on her cervix trapping it inside just as she was cumming again and
then she felt the flood in her womb.  Candy came so hard, her toes curled
and almost gave her a muscle spasm.  Her eyes rolled up in her head as she
sat down hard in his lap, feeling his cock bucking and jerking in her pussy
as it pumped his voluminous seed into her womb.  Candy's pussy was spasming
all over his cock, her muscles pulling at it, milking the shaft trying to
get every drip of his seed into her and finally, Candy couldn't take
anymore.  She collapsed forwards onto Long's chest.
   Candy awoke to someone gently shaking her.  "Go get cleaned up, I want
to fuck again," whispered Long in her ear.  "I wanna fuck all night."
   "Ok," she replied, groggily.  Candy slid forwards along his stomach and
to his chest before his long cock finally fell out of her pussy.  She quit
straddling him and rolled off the bed.  She stared in awe at Long's cock,
still fifteen inches long and plump, but now limp.  She wanted to lean
forward and kiss it, but the trickle of sperm leaking out between her legs
was turning to a steady flow.  She cupped her hands under her pussy and
waddled over to the bathroom.
   Candy tried to use tissues, but there was so much sperm in her and on
her that she ended up taking a quick shower.  After many minutes of
scrubbing her body and between her legs with soap, she finally felt clean.
Candy dried herself off, brushed her teeth, and nude she walked out to
rejoin her lover.  Willie Long was fast asleep.  She looked at the thinly
built old man sleeping peacefully on what had once been her husband's side
of the bed.  "You do own this pussy," she told the sleeping man.  "I want
to fuck you every night." She looked at the nude black man, a man closing
on seventy years old and hoped that he would be able to keep this up for at
least a few more years.  His cock suddenly plumped up and hardened a bit in
his sleep bringing a smile to her lips.  Suddenly, she no longer had any
doubts about what this man was capable of.
   Candy crawled in bed beside him and pulled the covers over their nude
bodies.  She snuggled up to her new black lover and reached down to grab
his dick.  It stiffened in her hand and she gently stroked it, but her eyes
were closing.  The long hot day, booze, and fantastic exhausting sex was
getting to her.
   It didn't look like they would be fucking all night long after all.
   ****************
   Jenny let Black's sperm roll around on her tongue before swallowing the
last of his load.  She licked some more off her lips even though her belly
was already full.  "Sleep some more.  I'll go make some coffee," she told
the muscular black man.  He winked at her and closed his eyes.
   Jenny grabbed her robe and pulled in on as she walked down the stairs.
She and Kitty should be getting ready for church.  It didn't look like they
would be making it.  Her mom would be disappointed, but she'd just tell
Candy that she wasn't feeling well that morning.  She headed for the
kitchen and the coffee pot past the sliding glass door to her backyard when
she noticed movement by her pool.  She walked up to the door and peered
through.
   Samson West was sitting on the pool ledge opposite her and Kitty's head
was buried in his lap.  Kitty was standing in the pool, wearing her skimpy
bikini, the blue string thong bikini.  Kitty had bought it recently and
Jenny supposed it was for Samson.  Her once sweet daughter was completely
out of control and there was nothing Jenny could do about it.  Harold would
have thrown a fit if he saw his little princess wearing something so
skimpy, but then he'd probably have a heart attack if he saw what his
daughter was doing now to a black boy.
   Samson looked up and saw his girlfriend's mother standing at the sliding
glass door watching them.  Jenny grimaced as Samson stuck his hands out and
gave her the finger with both hands.  Then he bent his hands down and used
the same middle fingers to point at her daughter happily sucking his big
black cock.  Asshole!  Fucking black bastard!  Jenny frowned as she felt
her nipples hardening.  Samson slid back and laid down on his back on the
cement surrounding the pool.  Kitty lifted herself out of the water, bubble
butt shining as the water cascaded off of it.  Kitty crawled on all fours
over to her boyfriend, held his cock up and started sucking it again.  Damn
them!  Didn't they know that the neighbors could see into her yard from
their top floors and when you had Jenny and Kitty living next door, she'd
often caught her older neighbor on one side and the fourteen year old boy
on the other side watching them.  Jenny was wet now and it wasn't just from
Black's sperm slowly leaking from her womb, it was fresh arousal.  Her
daughter looked beautiful sucking Samson's big cock and Samson's cock was a
gorgeous hunk of black meat.  Not quite as big as the Coach's, but close.
Too bad it belonged on a jerk like Samson West.  He kept looking towards
her and Jenny realized that her robe had fallen open and her boobs were
sticking out.  Worse, she had one hand between her legs.  Jenny quickly
closed her robe and stepped away from the door.  Instead, she moved over to
a counter window and continued watching them.
   Huge strong black hands, bigger then any hands she'd ever seen, but
still not big enough to cover her bosom came around from behind her and
pinched her nipples.  Jenny moaned and leaned back into her black stud. 
"They look beautiful together, don't they?" whispered the Coach in her ear.
   "Yes," whispered Jenny back, her agreement turning into a long moan as
Black kissed her neck.  He'd boldly come downstairs nude, she could feel
his cock growing as he pressed it against her ass.  He stooped and used his
hard cock to lift the hem of her robe up, the head rubbing her swollen
pussy lips as she spread her legs for him.  He entered her and fucked her
hard, leaning against the counter as they both stared out the window at her
daughter now bouncing naked in Samson's lap.
   **************
   Kat yelped as she hopped in the shower too quickly, it was still hot. 
She backed away from the water spray turning the cold up to even the water
temperature.  She was going to be late picking her husband up from jail. 
Kat Jones soaped her magnificent body, everywhere seemed covered in dried
flakes of sperm.  Flakes covered her face, congregated around her mouth and
chin, he'd cum on her breasts, belly, and ass, and liquefied sperm leaked
in a steady stream from her well fucked pussy to the extent, she'd be
wearing a pad all day.  WELL FUCKED PUSSY!  Jesus, don't let me be pregnant
by a black man, she prayed.  Her and Nathan had always assumed it was his
accident to blame for their being childless, now for the first time, she
hoped it was herself that couldn't have children.
   Kat finally felt that her body was cleaned of all Hercules' residue so
she put her head back under the water and let her long blonde hair get
soaked.  She was suddenly startled by the shower curtain being pulled back.
She looked up, not surprised to see Hercules West joining her in her tiny
shower.  She had hoped he would just be gone from her bed when she had
finished showering.  Now she found him strong hands on her shoulders
pushing her down to her knees.  She wanted to tell him, No, that she needed
to get going to pick her husband up, that last night had been a mistake,
that they were through.  Instead, she found her own hand guiding his
stiffening penis into her mouth.
   She eagerly swallowed his massive black cock, bobbing her head as fast
as she could, hungry for his seed.  He lasted more then fifteen minutes
before she got her belly full of his hot breakfast pudding.  Kat was proud
of herself, she'd sucked every drop out of him.  She looked up at her black
stud to see if he was pleased with her.  She needed to get going, but she
didn't stop sucking his dick.  It didn't get any smaller, but it lost some
of it's steel.  Her mouth had it hard again in no time.
   Minutes later, Kat was being fucked hard from behind.  Hercules' mighty
cock head was smashing through her cervix with each hard thrust of his
hips. Her nipples hurt and bent where they were constantly smashed against
her glass shower door.  Kat screamed as she came hard and Herc thrust his
cock balls deep and hosed her womb once more with his fertile black seed.
   Meanwhile, in the small holding cell on main street, Nathan Jones, sat
staring at the wall clock, wondering where his wife was.
   **************
   "Rise and shine," said Candy Cox, carrying the tray over towards her
bed.
   Willie Long stirred from his sleep.  He sat up and Candy sat the tray on
his lap.  The plate held three pancakes, five strips of bacon, three little
sausages, and two scrambled eggs, with some home fries on the side.  A
glass of what appeared to be freshly squeezed orange juice was the drink.
Sundays paper was rolled up on the side of the tray.  "I could get used to
this," he said, opening the paper and reading it while he started to eat.
"Where's yours?" he asked.
   Candy dropped her robe and Long looked up from the paper.  She winked at
him and then lifted the covers up over his skinny legs.  His cock was limp,
but huge, thirteen inches, plump, it quickly grew another two inch and rose
as Candy stroked the shaft.  She kissed the head and then licked around the
domed head, flicking her tongue over the flared crown.  She kissed his
urethra affectionately.  "I only wanted a big piece of sausage for my
breakfast," she said before taking the end in her mouth.  Candy climbed on
to the foot of her bed and started sucking Long's cock as hard as she
could.
   "I could get used to this too," said Willie, setting the paper aside. 
It wasn't everyday he got to watch a white woman sucking his cock and that
was a lot more interesting then the Coxville Times though Bobbie Sue Kindle
had an interesting article about the lynching of the slave Prospero Black
from the now destroyed oak tree in front of city hall.  He wondered how
much she had uncovered.  Willie finished his meal, bucking and nearly
knocking the tray off his stomach when he started cumming.  Candy moaned,
gulping his seed down, greedier for it then his late wife had ever been. 
She jerked the shaft, pumping her hands upwards, letting her mouth fill
with his cum, tasting him before gulping it down as fast as his balls could
pump it.  "Your cum tastes so good," she muttered half to herself, licking
her lips of every drop.  "I could live off the stuff."
   Candy climbed off the bed, lifted the tray off Willie and carried it
over to her bureau, setting it down.  She returned to the bed, still naked
and started caressing Willie's cock again.  Amazingly, the old man's
incredible penis hardened once again.  "You promised to fuck me all night,"
she told him petulantly.
   "Well, let me make it up to you.  We can fuck all day."
   Candy should have been on her way to church to meet her family, but this
morning she had something better to do.  She straddled his cock, holding it
up and then lowering herself over the shaft.  Her pussy was already
dripping with arousal, her cervix softening and opening up in her bodies
desire to take his entire shaft inside it.  Candy had an explosive orgasm
as she sat down hard in his lap.  There would be no church that Sunday
morning and unknown to her, the entire Cox-Summers-Jones pew would be
empty.
   Candy fucked old man Long as hard as she could.  Never in her fifty plus
years of life did she think she'd be having sex with a black man,
correction having the best sex of her life with an old black man.  Nor did
she think that the action would be taking place in broad daylight on the
same bed she'd shared with her late husband.  Neither were self conscious
of their bodies.  Long was lean and wiry, but his body was impressively
fit, with defined muscles and abs.  At that moment, the balding black man
was the sexiest man she'd ever seen.  "Oh god Willie, I love your cock.  I
love it so much."
   "I know baby," he told her.  "It likes that fine white pussy of yours
too."
   "No," she replied, slamming her pussy down in his lap and holding still
as she came again.  "Not my pussy," she whispered.  "Your pussy."
   "Yea bitch, that's my pussy," he growled.  "And those are my titties
too. Bring them big ass white titties down so papa can suck on them while
my pussy gets to work."
   "Here's your titties papa," she told him leaning down on his chest and
sticking her enormous bosom in his face.  He licked and sucked her nipples
while she bounced in his lap again.  "Your pussy, your titties, your mouth,
I'm yours body and soul.  Just keep fucking me Willie."
   "What are you?"
   "Yours Willie."
   "What are you?" he asked again, smacking her ass.
   "Your pussy."
   "What are you?" He spanked her ass cheek harder.
   "Your slut, Willie."
   "That's right, slut."
   "I'm your slut, Willie.  I'm your white slut.  Your white slut loves
your black cock.  FUCK!  I'm gonna cum again- gonna cum- cum- CUMMING!"
Candy ground her pussy hard in Willie's lap as she cam for the umpteeth
time.  "I love your cock," she whimpered coming down from her orgasm. 
"Your white slut loves your black cock.  Your white slut loves you.  I love
you," she whispered as Willie grabbed the back of her head and pulled her
down against his lips, kissing her passionately and amazingly she came
again.
   Candy didn't know what was happening to her, but it was true. 
Everything she told him was true from him owning her pussy to her loving
him and if there were any lingering doubts, they vanished when he jabbed
his cock up into her pussy and hosed her womb with another load of his hot
seed.  Candy came so hard, she collapsed on him.
   Candy rested on top her black lover for a good half hour before she
managed to stumble to her feet and make her way to the bathroom to clean
up. "Where you going, slut?" asked Willie.
   "To the bathroom," she replied.
   "Get your white ass back on this bed," he ordered her.  "Head down, ass
up."
   Candy moved to obey him, getting on all fours.  She saw his cock
hardening as he stroked it.  "How is this possible?  No offense, but your
not a young man."
   "None taken, I'm not a young man, but I am a black man and black men are
built for fucking."
   "Are all black men this..."
   "Yeah, their big, but most aren't as big as Long's dong."
   "I think it's a gift from god," said Candy, putting her head down into
the pillow and presenting her plump ass to him.
   "I think so to," said Willie, thinking, just not your god.  He pushed
his cock into her cum-soaked pussy.  His steady thrusts soon had her head
rhythmically pushing into her pillow.
   Candy remained still while he fucked her a good ten minutes or so. 
Truthfully, she was getting a little sore.  She hadn't gotten a work out
like this since... well forever.  He still felt good inside her, but her
pussy was starting to ache, the kind of pleasant ache your leg and arm
muscles got after a good work out.  She didn't think she could come again,
but then Willie did something else to her that was unexpected.  His hands
were grabbing her ass cheeks and pulling her back hard into his thrusting
cock.  His hand moved across her ass cheek and then she felt his thumb
resting right on her ass hole.  "What?' she asked into the pillow.  The
pressure on her sphincter grew and then her ass opened for him and his
thumb pushed inside her rectum and Candy was cumming again.  Her ass
gripped his thumb as her pussy spasmed all over his cock.  It was a big
orgasm too and Long wasn't done.  He started finger fucking her ass while
pounding her hard with his cock and she came again, hard, her pussy juices
leaked down, covering his slapping balls with fluid.
   "I own this body," slut?" asked Long, thrusting hard into her ass and
pussy a few more times.
   Candy grunted each time he thrust forward.  "I'm your white slut," she
reassured him.
   "Good," said Willie, withdrawing his cock and moving the head up towards
her ass hole.  He pulled his thumb out and replaced it with the much larger
head of his cock.
   Candy felt the pressure and her sphincter started stretching as the
pressure grew.  Her eyes opened wide in alarm.  "Willie, I don't think
that's gonna work.  Your too big."
   "It'll fit.  My wife took the hole damn thing.  She took to it fast. 
Wasn't satisfied unless I fucked her ass at least once a week."
   "I don't think...OOOWWW!" Candy winced as her sphincter completely
opened for him and his cock head slipped in.  "Hurts!  Too big!  Take it
out, please, take it out."
   "Shut up and take it, slut."
   "Yes, master," she replied, gritting her teeth.
   Whoa!  Willie liked that.  "That's right slut, let your master fuck your
ass."
   "Yes, master," she said again.  Candy groaned as her ass was stretched
open.  What was she doing?  She was telling a black man that she loved him
and was calling a black man master?  She was skipping church to be
sodomized?  Her groan turned into a moan.
   "Starting to like it aren't you?"
   "Yes, master," she moaned, her arms pushing back so that she pushed her
ass into his thrusting cock.  "Fuck your slut's ass."
   Willie fucked hard.  "We're going to have a lot of fun, you and I," he
told her.  Candy moaned her agreement.  His cock was working it's way
deeper.  Luckily, it held been well lubricated from fucking her pussy.  She
wasn't going to take it all... this time.  She would eventually.  She only
managed about nine inches, but that was fine.  He was about to cum anyway.
Willie hadn't fucked a woman's ass in years and he missed the tight
squeeze. He jabbed his cock forwards, maybe burying ten inches, maybe ten
and a half.  His cum flooded her bowels.  Candy shuddered before him.  She
was cumming again, cumming from having a black cock up her ass.  She fell
forwards and he pulled most of his cock back.  He could see her finger
between her legs, diddling her clit as she came.  He pulled his cock out,
her tight bowels gripping his cock so hard, they milked every last drop of
his semen out of his shaft.  His cock sprang free and he rested it limp
across her ass.  He was finally spent and it would take a few hours to
recharge.
   Willie pulled back and watched her ass.  Her sphincter had shrunk to
about the size of a quarter.  The inside was white as his sperm bubbled up
to the top and then his seed spilled over, a stream running down to her
pussy, joining the trickle of semen leaking from it to form a larger river
dripping off her clit to the bed sheets.  "Go get cleaned up now and wash
these sheets.  I'll get a shower at home."
   "Noooo," she moaned in disappointment.  "Your leaving?" Candy was
exhausted, but she didn't want him to leave.  "I thought you were going to
fuck me all day."
   "Maybe all night," he spanked her ass affectionately and went to get his
clothes.  "I'm going to go get a change of clothes and my toothbrush. 
Thought I'd stay here for awhile."
   Candy should have been shocked.  Had he just invited himself to move in?
Her daughters rarely came by and there weren't any nosy neighbors.  He
could stay here and they could do this everyday.  Instead of being shocked
all she said was a long drawn out, "Yes, master."
   ****************
   Coach Black watched Kitty Summers stretch on the blanket beside the
pool. When she arched her back, the little sluts breasts looked like they
might burst through the little blue thong bikini.  "Can you do my back?"
she purred to Samson.
   Samson West straddled Kitty's legs, resting his crotch on her bubble
butt.  He was shirtless and wearing a long baggy swimsuit that came down to
his knees.  Black on the other hand had on a tight speedo that appeared to
be all overstretched cock and balls.  "Want me to do your front?" asked
Samson after rubbing lotion all over Kitty's back and ass.  Black watched
his star player generously coat Kitty's luscious ass with suntan lotion. 
Kitty just laughed and waved him away.
   Samson went back to a lounge chair and pretended to be enjoying the sun.
Coach watched his face through his sunglasses.  Samson to was wearing
shades and he was staring at Jenny.  Jenny Summers was laying back on a
cot. She wasn't wearing the skimpy little bikini she'd bought on their
shopping trip.  She refused to wear it in front of Kitty and Samson.  Her
bikini was more conservative, but nothing looked conservative when you had
a body like Jenny's.  And that was the body that Samson was staring at
through his glasses.  He felt a surprising stab of jealousy and wondered
how Harold managed to stay sane being married to such a desirable creature.
Any man would be staring at Jenny right now.  She was the sexiest woman in
the county... state... the whole fucking South for that matter.
   Jenny stood and stretched.  "Kitty, do you want to come help me prepare
some dinner for the four of us?"
   "Not really," replied Kitty lazily.
   "Alright, then get up and come help me make dinner anyway and this time
I'm not asking."
   Kitty looked over at her mom and there was a moments pause as she
considered challenging her mother.  "Ok," she replied giving in.  She
climbed to her feet and the two black men watched the two bikini clad women
walk over to the sliding glass door to the Summer's house.
   "You're a lucky man, Coach," said Samson, staring after Jenny.
   Black looked at Jenny's shiny bared ass as it disappeared into the
house. "You're not doing too bad your self for a nigga from the Westside."
   "No, I ain't," replied Samson.
   "Sports star and fucking the hottest cheerleader in Coxville High."
   "And you're fucking the hottest teacher and probably the hottest woman
in the whole world."
   "The hottest married white woman in the world.  You doin good by me
though Samson.  You're winnin games makes me look good.  There just may be
a scholarship coming your way, Todd blew it after all."
   "Aw, thanks Coach."
   "Seriously, you're one of the best players I've ever seen.  I heard your
brother came close, but I never seen better."
   "SHIT!" Samson grimaced.  "Herc's probably pissed at me.  I left him at
the barbecue last night.  Kitty was so fucking horny for my cock, that we
just high tailed it outa there.  I hope he didn't walk all the way to the
Westside."
   "I'm sure he found a ride," replied Black.
   "Coach, you is like a father to me, you know that right?"
   "I do Samson and I'm proud that you feel that way."
   "Then I hopes you understands that I mean you no disrespect." "What is
it Samson?"
   "I really want to fuck the shit out of Coach Summers.  But if you says
she's off limits, then she's off limits."
   Black just stared at the young upstart.  Arrogant little prick wants to
fuck my whore does he?  He thought about it for awhile and Samson grew more
nervous as the silence went on.  "Alright, go for it."
   "You mean it?  You won't be pissed or nuthin?"
   "No, I'm curious to see how big of a slut she really is.  She wants it
now, hooked on the big black snake.  She's gotta have it.  I'll make some
excuse to stay home starting Thursday.  I wanna tap that ass hard for the
next couple days, but then I'll back off for awhile, see how horny she
gets. She's supposed to go meet Harold for a romantic weekend on Friday,
leaving early and Kitty's gonna run cheerleading practice.  I'll give you
the chance then."
   "Not much time if she's going away," said Samson, thinking for awhile,
but if she was away for the weekend, his bro's were complaining about
wantin some white pussy too.  Maybe it was time to get Kitty to turn out
her friends for the black man?  "Thanks Coach and once again I mean no
disrespect, I just really wanna fuck that hot bitch."
   "You got your work cut out for ya, son," said Black.  "She didn't like
you before and now that you're fucking her daughter, she fucking hates your
black ass."
   "Don't I know it," laughed Samson.
   "One rule though, ya gotta seduce her."
   "Fine."
   "I mean it.  She's gotta give in willingly, no blackmailing her with
that picture of Jenny and me that all you niggas been ogling."
   Samson gulped.  "Sure thing Coach." He laughed.  "I already used the pic
on her anyway.  I'm getting an A+ in her health class now."
   "How the fuck you failin health?"
   "I wasn't failing, I had me a D+.  I failed one of her tests, the one on
safe sex."
   Coach laughed.  "I told her I had a vasectomy." Coach Black and Samson
leaned towards each other and high fived.  "One other thing West," said the
Coach, leaning back in the chair.  "Tell yo woman to quit disrespecting her
mama.  If she doesn't start showing Jenny some respect, I'm gonna take her
over my knee and spank that sweet white ass of hers."
   "Understood sir."
   "And then I'm gonna fuck her myself."
   ***************
   Kat cringed when she felt her husband's hand on her back.  "Not
tonight," she muttered.
   "Come on baby," said Nathan, sidling up to her.  She felt his little
penis poking her back.  "I spent the night in the big house knowing what I
was missing at home." His hand reached over her and grabbed a nipple.
   "Well you should have thought of that before you got stopped for drunk
driving."
   "Don't be mad, baby.  No harm done." He kissed her back below her
shoulder.  "It won't happen again."
   Kat winced.  She had no desire for sex with her husband.  Hercules'
black cock had given her a lifetimes worth of orgasms in just one night. 
Nathan pinched her nipple and she pictured Hercules' strong black hand on
her breast.  Her nipple hardened at the thought.  "Please Nathan, I'm
tired."
   "Can`t fault a man for missing his wife," said Nathan, pulling her
shoulder to get her to turn around.  "Climb aboard the Jones express and
don't worry, I'll be quick."
   Don't I know it," she thought.  Truthfully, Kat would have been happy to
take care of her husband's needs even if it left her unsatisfied.  The
problem was she was worried.  Hercules had fucked the hell out of her pussy
in the shower just that morning and she'd hoped to have a least a few days
for her pussy to return back to normal.  Then again, if she'd truly been
resized by a huge black cock, maybe it would never return to normal and
she'd have to find out sooner or later.
   Kat lowered herself down over Nathan's little penis.  His expression
went from smiling to one of bafflement as she took him inside her.  He
worked his penis around a little.  Kat squeezed with her pussy muscles and
started bouncing in his lap.  Nathan appeared to get some pleasure from it.
He moaned and played with her breasts as she rode him.  Her looseness had
one beneficial effect, he lasted longer then normal.  He lasted long
enough, for her to start fantasizing that she was riding Herclues' big
cock. Hercules would have given her several orgasms by now.  Kat moaned at
the thought.  Picturing sex with Hercules made her cervix soften and open
in anticipation for a black man's much larger cock.  Her womb still held
Hercules liquefied semen trapped in her womb.  As her cervix opened,
Hercules' trapped seed dripped down over her husband's thrusting prick. 
"Whoa!" said Nathan.  "Did you just cum?"
   "What?" she moaned.
   "I felt you cum," he said.  "It was awesome." Nathan couldn't hold back
and his penis shot his own little wad of ejaculate into his wife's pussy.
"You just dripped all over my dick," he rasped, breathing deeply.  Kat
dismounted and rolled over on her back.  Nathan looked down at his spent
penis, covered in a sticky fluid.  "Was it good?" he asked.
   "The best," lied Kat.  This was bad, real bad.  Picturing Hercules
fucking her had gotten her worked up again.  She was wrong, he hadn't given
her enough satisfaction to last a lifetime, he'd hooked her on black cock.
   Kat climbed out of bed the moment she heard Nathan's gentle snores which
always came quickly after he'd ejaculated and tonight was no exception. 
She walked down to their computer, fired it up, and did a quick search. 
The search engine returned dozens of links for LARGE BLACK DILDOS.  She
clicked on images and smiled as she perused all the sex toys.  Some were
just vibrating cylinders and some were molded realistically with veins and
bumps.  Some confused her as they were advertised as "larger then life" or
"unrealistically size" or "great gag gift".  She'd had the real thing
earlier in the day and half these dildos were to small to be realistic. 
Finally, one caught her attention.  It was a beautiful, molded black dildo,
with large veins and bumps, a huge plastic cock head with a nice flare to
the helmet.  It was bigger then Hercules' cock by a couple inches making
the dildo around fourteen inches long.  It was called the Long Dong and
molded from a famous black porn stars' real life cock.  She clicked on the
link to the website.
   "My god, that's beautiful," moaned Kat, her pussy leaking with lust for
the picture before her.  She knew the naked black man.  He was older then
she was by a couple years, a year behind Jenny's graduating class. 
Coxville's famous black porn star, LD filled her screen.  He'd gone to
Hollywood to become an adult film star and his enormous penis had made him
rich.  He was one hot black stud.  He smiled at the camera, a good looking
man, laying nude on a couch, his hand holding his erect black cock up for
the world to see, all fourteen inches of it.  "If I knew then, what I know
now," she muttered, staring at his cock with lust.  She wanted to become a
member of his site, she wanted his cock and if she couldn't have the real
thing, the dildo was the next best thing.  She added the dildo to her
shopping cart and upped the shipping charge to express delivery.  She'd
have it on Wednesday.  Plans formed in her mind.  She'd call in sick to
work to stay home and wait for her package as she couldn't risk a nosy
Nathan finding it.  Then she could spend all day home using her new toy and
hopefully, optimistically, positively this monster would satisfy her needs,
stuff her resized pussy and she'd never cheat on her husband again.
   "Hmmm," thought Kat.  LD had a son in Kitty's class, also called LD. 
Kat wondered if he took after daddy.  Then she thought of Hercules and his
cock, Samson's brother, Samson whom Kitty had been hanging all over at the
BBQ like a bitch in heat.  No doubt Samson was every bit as gifted as
Hercules.  "FUCK!" said Kat, sitting up.  Her niece was fucking a black
guy! There was no doubt about it, not with the way she had been behaving.
Kat moaned as her fingers teased her clit as she sat before the computer.
Well good for you Kitty, thought a part of her brain while the other half
felt sorry for her sister Jenny.  Jenny who was hanging out with the
muscular black coach.  Kat paused in her thoughts, then shook her head.  No
way, she decided picturing Black and Jenny together, then picturing Black
with herself, then focusing solely on the picture of LD's cock on her
screen as her fingers went to work vainly trying to satisfy a horny pussy
then craved something much bigger.
   **************
   "Oh fuck!  Oh my god!  Fuck!  Fuck!" Candy removed her hands from under
the pillow and put them on Long's head, pulling his face into her crotch.
His tongue was eating her out with gusto.  Not only was he licking all over
her clit and labia, but the dirty old man kept lowering down to her asshole
too.  Disgusting, but Candy had to admit, having her rosebud probed with
his tongue, felt good and the kinkiness of it had her cumming within
minutes of him going down on her.  She'd woken up this morning with his
hands on her ankles pulling her legs apart.
   Candy was still coming down from her orgasm when Long quickly sat up and
guided that huge monster cock of his into her willing pussy.  Her pussy was
opening easier for him now.  How long had it been?  Only a few days, it
felt longer, but then an old black man had just given her a years worth of
sex in a few days.  Candy wondered if she had fucked Long on that day by
the lake all those years ago, would she have ever looked back?  She
certainly would have been one satisfied woman for her entire life, but then
she wouldn't have had Jenny and Kat.
   "Work that pussy," he ordered.
   Candy was already grunting with each thrust of his cock.  She began
raising her hips and making circular motions as Long held tight to her
ankles and slammed his hips forwards and back at a pace that would have
been impressive on a much younger man.  Candy looked down at his black
shaft sliding in and out of her pussy.  It was so beautiful, strong and
virile, slick with her juices.  She screamed in orgasm as she stared at his
huge shaft.  Then her eyes ran up his body, thin build, but all wiry
muscle, maybe a slight paunch, but so impressive on a man closing on
seventy.  Her eyes ran to Long's face, mustache matted and wet, as was the
bottom of his chin where she had cum on his face.  She came again as their
eyes met.  She no longer saw him as a scrawny old man, but over the course
of the weekend, Long had become the sexiest man, she'd ever seen.  Even his
bald pate, made him look sexier, virile and strong.  In a way, his tall
lithe figure and bald head made him resemble his cock, his big powerful
black cock now bigger and harder, punching through her cervix and hosing
her womb his first load of ejaculate.  Candy screamed as she came for the
fourth time since he'd woken her up.  Long dropped her ankles and fell on
top of her.  Their lips met, kissing passionately as her legs wrapped
around his back and held him deep inside her.  His cock continued jerking
inside her, pumping her full of one of his typically large loads of semen.
   "I need to get going to work.  Go make me some breakfast," said Willie,
pulling his spent cock from Candy's soaked pussy.
   "Of course," she gasped, still breathing heavily.  He wasn't much on
asking and Candy wondered if he'd bossed his late wife around.  She'd never
have let Marvin get away with ordering her around, but her instinct with
Long was to leap to obey him.  "Bacon and eggs?" asked Candy, deciding that
she had so much semen splashing around between her legs, that she'd need to
race to the bathroom, to keep his seed off her floor.
   "Nothing too heavy.  A bowl of cereal would be fine."
   "Coming right up," she said, slipping off the bed and racing nude for
her bath.  Long followed and passed her on the toilet, stepping into her
shower.  A hard splatter hit the tub floor and Candy could see that he was
peeing inside her shower as the water hit him.  When he was done, he leaned
back and let the water cover his pate.  Candy wasn't done, but Long
wouldn't be long in the shower.  She had some pads in the medicine cabinet.
She didn't need them for periods anymore, but ever since giving birth to
Jenny, she'd suffered from some leakage and kept them around.
   Candy returned to the bedroom, grabbed a rather bland panty, placed the
pad inside and stepped into her underwear.  That's all she was wearing Long
came downstairs in his suit and tie, dressed for school.  He was delighted
to have a topless white woman serving him a bowl of cereal and a glass of
milk.  He read the paper a bit, spooning up cereal, milk wetting and
dripping from his white mustache.  Willie pulled her into his lap and toyed
with her breasts as he finished eating.  When he was done, he planted his
lips on one nipple.  Candy moaned and felt his cock stiffening under her
ass.  Candy wiggled her ass on the growing erection.  "Call in sick?" she
asked.
   "Love to," replied Willie, lifting her off his lap.  "But I got a
teacher that needs disciplining.  You'll get plenty of this later tonight."
Long suddenly spun her around and forced her to bend over the counter.  He
grabbed her hair and thrust his crotch hard against her ass several times
making fucking motions.
   "Oh!  Oh oh aw aw," moaned Candy, her pussy dripping with need for this
black stud.  "What a man you are, Willie Long," she whispered.
   He smacked her hard on the ass and walked out her side door, whistling
as he went.
   Willie enjoyed the new scenery taking this route to Coxville High.  It
was a little closer to work then his house and mostly through woods and
farmland until he entered the Coxville suburbs, past the Westside, main
street and city hall, and finally the high school.  He pulled into his
private parking spot and sat in his car for a few minutes.  Long watched
the teachers and staff pull up and file from their cars, Nurse Swallows,
massive chest bouncing before her, Bobbie Sue Kindle, his victim for the
day, Bianca Blackwood, and all the others.  He would have them all.
   Willie Long was just getting out of his car when Coach Black pulled up
at the far end of the parking lot.  He had a passenger, a lovely blonde
passenger.  Long pretended not to notice Jenny Summers in Black's car.  She
was probably waiting for him to leave so that she could sneak out. 
Instead, Long walked over towards Black and waved at Jenny in the car. 
"Coach, stop by my office today and we'll do lunch," said Willie.
   "Sure thing, Principal Long," replied Black with a wink.  "Hurry up
Jenny, we'll be late to class."
   Jenny who'd been trying to make herself small, appeared to curse under
her breath.  She stepped out of the car, a little color in her cheeks from
blushing.  "Principal Long," she acknowledged.
   "Coach Summers."
   "Um- Coach Black was just giving me a ride to school because my car is
in the shop," she lied.
   "How nice," replied Long, smiling, his eye twinkling.  Black was trying
to keep from laughing.  "I'm sure you can depend on Coach Black to give you
all the rides you need, Mrs.  Summers.  Now get to class before you're
late."
   **************
   "Mrs.  Kindle, please report to the Principal's office immediately
following class," rang Miss Murdock's voice through the loudspeakers.
   "Thank Miss Murdock," said Principal Long to his stooped old secretary.
"I'm not to be disturbed until Mrs.  Kindle arrives," he told her, shutting
his office door.
   Long sat at his desk and brought up his video folder.  Some black
buddies of his had wired the entire school with hidden surveillance videos
unknown to almost everyone at Coxville High.  He'd even managed to slip the
cost into an appropriations bill as school security improvements.
   He had videos of Kitty with Samson in the girl's locker room and one of
Jenny submitting to Coach Black in the boy's showers and to think he'd
almost decided against a hidden camera aimed at the boy's showers.  He
almost hadn't even caught that tape, but for the fact that he'd gone over
every inch of tape since the 150th anniversary of Prospero's hanging
looking to see if the curse was coming to fruition.  He almost skipped game
night, but then had some good luck seeing a perturbed Jenny Summers locked
out of the girl's lockers sneak into the boys lockers for a shower.
   Long has plenty of hours, hundreds even of the every female student in
the school in the showers.  He wished he'd gotten some of the teachers,
Mrs. Blackwood and Nurse Swallows came instantly to mind, but Jenny was the
only teacher to shower in the girl's lockers after practice and games.  He
reviewed everyone of her showers, especially the ones where Jenny and Kitty
showered side by side talking together and the ones where Jenny and all the
cheerleaders were in the shower were his favorites with the exception of
his granddaughter Stacy who reminded him of his wife too much.
   His careful observations of the showering students had led to an
interesting discovery.  He noticed it the Monday after the mist had
engulfed the county and in Jenny's case the day after.  Soft feminine hands
started spending more time on their breasts or between their legs.  Some
would glance around shyly making sure no one was watching them and then a
finger might slip into a hungry pussy.  Some girls like the athletically
fit cheerleader, Pamela, even started eyeing the other girls in the
showers. The woman were getting horny and by the end of the week, every
teenager in the showers had swollen erect nipples.
   On a whim, Long reviewed the footage from the boy's showers.  He had to
laugh at the sight.  Since the state had forced integration down the
throats of the white citizens of Coxville, the men's showers had always
been a point of contention.  The Cox family's slave breeding program had
doomed the white men of Coxville to massive inferiority complexes.  He
enjoyed watching the white's nervous glances at the swinging black bananas
on the black students.  He even figured out once that the average white
student only spent half as long showering as the black students did.  Just
as the female students started getting horny, so too did the blacks.  He
watched the chosen of Damballah, some whose families he'd traced straight
back to old Colonel Cox's slave breeding program and some he knew like
himself and Coach Black were descendants of slave Prospero himself as their
cocks began swelling.  Like the women, it started slow, but picked up speed
by the end of the week.  On Monday, a few black teens started sporting full
blown erections.  Other's started spending more time soaping around their
cocks and balls until their massive black cocks swelled to their full
magnificent glory.  The white males stared in horror at the mighty nigger
cocks dwarfing their own.  The blacks had always teased the whites about
their little penises, but it grew worse.  White dicks shriveled up and
receded into small white scrotums as their humiliation and sense of
inferiority grew.  Some parents had started writing him permission for
their children not to take public showers, but he had refused them all
stressing good hygiene.  By the end of the week every black cock in the
locker room was bobbing around half or fully erect.  Three hung blacks even
staged a jerk off contest in front of one entire gym class.  The winner had
a fourteen incher and was a distant cousin of Willie's.  He was both the
distance his ejaculate shot and volume.
   Willie Long scanned today's footage from several gym classes for both
the boys and girls showers, but there was nothing new.  He pulled up the
footage of Bobbie Sue Kindle from last week.  The slut had her blouse open,
big firm tits proudly thrust out.  Her face was in the lap of the last
person Willie Long would have thought had a chance at seducing a hot
teacher.  Melvin was seated in Bobbie Sue's chair, head thrown back as the
sexy teacher blew the nerd's impressive cock.  Things got stranger when
Andy, the black basketball player entered the room.  The swaggering bully
took over, pulling Melvin's chair out of the way.  He stripped Mrs. 
Kindle, put her belly down on her own desk and started fucking her hard. 
Melvin appeared upset, but he just walked around to the other side of the
desk and stuck his cock down Mrs.  Kindle's throat.  One of Long's teaching
staff was getting it in both ends from two of her black students!  Long's
old cock got had gotten quite the workout all weekend and even that
morning, but it had no trouble swelling up as he watched that scene for the
umpteenth time.  He smiled as the dismissal bell went off.
   Ten minutes after the bell went off, his secretary knocked on his door.
"Mrs.  Kindle is here to see you," said the old woman.
   "Send her in Miss Murdock and you're free to leave for the day."
   "Thank you, Principal Long," she said, thinking that back in her day no
young white woman would be seen alone with a black man.  "See you in the
morning."
   "Have a good night, Miss Murdock," said Long looking up from his desk at
a very nervous looking Bobbie Sue Kindle stood just outside the door. 
"Come in Mrs.  Kindle, come in.  Have a seat."
   "Thank you, sir," said Bobbie Sue.  "You wanted to see me?"
   Willie smiled and folded his hands in front of him.  "Yes, it's about
Melvin, our resident genius."
   Bobbie Sue gulped, but nothing in her bosses stance seemed to indicate
she was in trouble at all.  "Yes, what about him?"
   "You're aware Melvin has a scholarship to college next year," he told
her, waiting for her nod.  "Our little geek's gonna be an astrophysicist."
   Going to, she thought, wincing, but not willing to correct her boss. 
"He's going to be a good one too.  I expect great things from him." Bobbie
Sue visibly exhaled and relaxed.
   "Me too, Mrs.  Kindle," said Long, his smile turning into an angry
smirk. "So why would you risk ruining his future by fucking him?"
   Bobbie Sue's eyes widened and her body started trembling uncontrollably.
"W-what?"
   "You heard me, you little slut.  And why would you risk your job and
marriage by fucking one of your students?" Long banged his fist on his desk
angrily.
   "Y-you can't talk to me like that," said Bobbie Sue, feigning
indignation.  "I'm not a slut.  How dare you!  I'll go to the board, to the
superintendent.  I'll have your job for this." Bobbie Sue felt herself
gaining confidence as she continued her tirade.  Long was a vile old man
and she'd have his job for this.  Her eyes followed his finger as it moved
over to his computer, pressed a button and then he turned his monitor
around so that she could see it.
   "I say you're a slut, Mrs.  Kindle."
   "I am not." Bobbie Sue's jaw fell open as she watched a video of herself
gobbling down Melvin's wonderful cock as he sat in her teacher's chair and
she was on her knees with her face in his lap.  The shot was angled down
and her mind briefly wondered where the camera had been.  All she could
come up with was the ball at the end of her classroom's flag pole.  "Of
fuck," she whispered.
   Long chuckled.  "Oh fuck is right, Mrs.  Kindle.  Shall we find out if
your husband thinks you're a slut when he sees this?  How about your
pastor?"
   "It's not my fault," said Bobbie Sue, her cheeks reddening as a second
black man appeared on the screen.  "It's not my fault," she muttered as
Andy quickly had her on her desk and guided his cock into her pussy. 
Despite her horror, despite her fear of losing her job and marriage, she
found her nipples hardening and her panties turning damp as she watched
herself on the screen.  Melvin appeared put out that he had to share her,
but he ended up guiding his cock back into her mouth from the other end of
the desk.  "Not my fault."
   "How about the board and the superintendent?  You can show them this
tape when you go complain about me."
   Bobbie Sue had never cared for Long.  He was a perverted old man, always
talking to his teacher's or student's breasts when he addressed them.  He'd
been responsible for the skimpy cheerleading uniforms a few years back. 
She'd seen him angry and mad, leering at teachers, but she'd never seen him
look as evil as he did at that moment.  "P-please Principal Long, I... it's
not my fault.  It's..."
   "What Mrs.  Kindle, if not yours, who's fault is it?"
   "There's a curse!" She realized how stupid she sounded the moment the
words left her mouth.
   "How interesting, do tell," said Long, a sly smile across his lips.
   "You see, there's this slave named Prospero who was lynched 150 years
ago.  He cursed the women of this county to..."
   Willie let her go on for awhile.  He was very impressed.  Bobbie Sue
Kindle had done her research well.  She even told him she was planning a
book about the curse.  "Ridiculous," interrupted Long after she went on a
good ten minutes.  "An educated woman such as yourself that believes in
curses?"
   "That's the only reason I can see for doing what I did, Mr.  Long," she
pleaded, wringing her hands.  "I can't do this to my husband.  He can't
find out.  I'll resign if you want.  I have other jobs, I don't need the
money."
   "Mr.  Kindle need not find out, Bobbie Sue, but tell me, why did you
fuck Melvin of all people?  And I'm not accepting a 150 year old curse as
an excuse.  Be honest and you may get out of this."
   Bobbie Sue sat back and thought about it.  He wanted an honest answer
and there was only one honest answer.  "I saw Melvin's penis and it was...
no, I saw Melvin's cock, his big black cock and I had to have it." She
gulped, turning pale.
   "And Andy?"
   "Andy caught me at the lake with Melvin and forced me to perform oral
sex... forced me to blow his big black cock."
   "Did you enjoy it?"
   "Yes sir, Andy has a wonderful cock, so big and black.  I love having
him inside me."
   "Well said, Mrs.  Kindle.  And you're no slut."
   "I'm not?"
   "Of course not.  Would you have done what you did with a white student,
one with a little prick as big as your husband's?"
   How did her boss know, her husband had a little penis?  "No, sir."
   "See Mrs.  Kindle, Bobbie Sue, you're not a slut for everyone, you're
just a slut for big black cock."
   "I'm not!  No, I am," she said, looking down and admitting it to
herself. She saw Long standing, her eyes were even with his crotch.  Bobbie
Sue's eyes looked up and saw him undoing his pants.  "Principal Long, what
are you doing?"
   "I figured that if you're a slut for big black cock, then I might as
well take advantage of it."
   "No!"
   "Now Bobbie Sue, we don't want anyone seeing this little tape now do
we?"
   "No sir," she said more demurely.  A horrified Bobbie Sue Kindle watched
Long reach into yellow stained underwear and grab what must surely be a
thick piece of meet.  How did you get yourself into this situation, she
asked herself.  This dirty old pervert was going to have his way with you,
you stupid stupid slut.  All because you couldn't keep your legs shut at
the first sign of a big black cock.  Now this disgusting man nearly old
enough to be your grandfather was pulling his dick out.  Bobbie Sue sobbed
and started to cry.  A huge bulge was running down one of Long's pant's
legs.  She watched it recede, surprised at it's size.  Her memory dredged
up an old newspaper article she'd read from October 1944 while researching
the curse.
   A boy born in Niggertown to Wayne and Elsie Long was believed deformed
with three legs.  The midwife took the unnamed boy to a doctor who was
astounded to see that the boy actually had a penis as long as his legs.
   Bobbie stared with fascination at the disgusting old man as he struggled
to pull his huge black snake out of his pants.  It was rapidly hardening as
Long tried to pull it free and finally with one hard tug, his huge cock
head pulled through his underwear leg and his giant fifteen inch cock
sprang free, stiffening up before her widening eyes.  "I want it," said
Bobbie Sue, shamelessly while licking her lips.
   "Help yourself," said Long, walking around his desk, huge cock bobbing
before him.
   Bobbie Sue leaned forward and grabbed his huge cock head, squeezing it,
then running her hand down the thick shaft.  She bent her head and kissed
his cock right on the urethra.  "It's magnificent," she told him, looking
up to meet his eyes while slowly opening her mouth to take the head inside.
Bobbie Sue slowly started to bob her head and Willie Long placed his hands
on her blonde head and started guiding her up and down his cock head. 
Bobbie Sue had known the moment she saw it, that she loved this cock.  She
wanted to enjoy it properly and hoped he wouldn't blow to soon.  An old man
like this couldn't have much stamina, but her boss was showing no signs
that he was anywhere near close to cumming.  Bobbie Sue redoubled her
efforts and started taking him deeper, then deeper down her throat.  Melvin
and Andy had trained her throat well for sucking off a black man and Long
wasn't thicker then those two, but he was longer by at least a few inches.
Just past a foot, she felt like she was needing to learn how to do this all
over again.  Long tightened his fingers in her hair and pulled her head
forwards.  Her jaw strained and started to hurt as her lips pressed hard
into his pubic hair and scrotum.  He held her there for a few seconds then
released his grip on her hair.  Long started bucking his hips while Bobbie
Sue bobbed her head.  Melvin hadn't lasted very long the first time, though
now he could last a lot longer then her husband.  Andy had impressive
stamina, though he'd been so excited the first time, he blew pretty
quickly. Long was outlasting all of them and for awhile, Bobbie Sue feared
that his mighty cock might even outlast her own stamina, but just as her
neck began to hurt from the strain, his cock began swelling.  The base
suddenly jerked and she could feel a huge tremble running up his cock like
a wave until it reached the head and sperm speedily filled her belly in one
strong blast.  His huge cock continued to jerk and tremble as jet after jet
of hot sperm filled her stomach, then slid down her throat, then filled her
mouth, and she could taste him, taste his mouthwateringly delectable sperm.
Bobbie Sue pumped his cock rapidly, trying to squeeze every last drop of
his tasty seed from his swollen balls.  Long pulled back and Bobbie Sue
nearly fell forwards as her mouth followed his retreating cock.  She rolled
some of his sperm around on her tongue before swallowing it.  "That was the
best thing I ever tasted," she said before licking a drop off her lower
lip.
   "That's what they all say," laughed Long.  "Now get them clothes off and
hop up on my desk."
   Bobbie Sue watched in shock as he stroked his cock to maintain his
erection.  This old man was ready to go again?  She leaped off the chair
and rapidly undressed.  "Nice," he said, appreciatively when he saw the
sexy underwear she'd taken to wearing to please her younger black lovers.
"Even better," he added when she unhooked the skimpy bra and her big up
thrust breasts sprang free.  The videos don't do your hot bod justice."
   Bobbie Sue blushed as she pushed her panties down and stepped out of
them.  She stood and then slid her ass back on Long's desk, laying back on
the hard wood surface.  She felt his hands on her ankles, pulling her legs
open wider.  "Oh god, I can't believe how big that thing is."
   "You're going to believe it in a moment, slut," said Willie moving
between her legs and forcing his cock down to her needy pussy.  Her pussy
lips opened for his cock head and he slipped inside her.  Bobbie Sue moaned
and raised her hips into him.  She felt snug, her pussy gripping his big
cock head like a vice, but he could tell she'd been stretched before.  This
was a pussy that had known big black cock, not like Candy's had the other
not.  Long felt a brief moment of disappointment that his would not be the
first real man's cock that Bobbie Sue felt, or Jenny and Kitty Summers when
he took them next week.  Still, they would be good fucks.  Long cupped his
arms under Bobbie Sue's knees and began working his cock in and out, going
deeper with each thrust.
   "That's it Willie, fuck me, fuck me hard," begged Bobbie Sue.
   "That's Principal Long," he corrected, but he obliged her and started
moving his cock faster.  Long leaned down over her and started sucking one
of her succulent white breasts in his mouth.  Bobbie Sue grabbed the back
of his head and pulled him hard into her pillowy breasts.  Long's left hand
reached out along his desk, feeling for his remote.  He found it and
pressed the central button.  A whirl of machinery was briefly heard as the
wall paneling hiding his audio monitors slid back revealing four screens
each showing an image of him and Bobbie Sue fucking.
   "God Willie, you're so big," she moaned.  Long released her breast and
kissed up her chest, licking her taut neck, chin and then Bobbie Sue was
leaning up to kiss him, their tongues dueling urgently as this young woman
willingly gave her kisses and sex up to an old black man.  Bobbie Sue's
pussy spasmed around his thrusting cock and she gently bit down on his
lower lip.  "I'm going to cum," she whispered.
   Long pushed himself off the desk and cupped her knees again.  He was
going deep, but he still had several inches of cock to go.  He forced
another inch in.  Bobbie Sue was arching her back, writhing like a bitch in
heat on his desk.  Her own hands were pinching her nipples as her orgasm
built.  "Look how beautiful you are being fucked by a black man," he told
her.
   Bobbie Sue opened her eyes lazily.  Her boss was nodding towards the
wall.  Her eyes opened wider.  "You're filming this?" Four images filled
the screen.  One just showed Long's bare ass and back, bucking with her
calves and feet sticking out.  One showed the top of her head, her big
breasts sticking out and Long standing above her as he fucked her.  Another
view showed her from the side laying on the desk, while the final view was
top down and showed her body on his desk occasionally zooming in on his
snake like cock sliding in and out of her very wet pussy.  "Shit! 
CCUUMMIINNGG!" Bobbie Sue struggled to keep her eyes open, watching herself
as she came all over his amazing cock.  Her boss grunted and thrust
forward. Her womb exploded with pleasure as he released his hot sperm
inside her.  "OH FUCK!" she groaned as her body was wracked by pleasure and
she had an even bigger orgasm on the heels of the first.  Willie pumped
half a dozen huge wads of ejaculate inside her before pulling out.  Bobbie
Sue leaned up and watched his big cock come clear of her pussy.  Semen
erupted from the head and she was forced to look away, but she looked
straight at the monitors.  She saw his cum erupt from his exploding cock
head even as she felt his hot seed fall upon her body.  The first was
reached her lips and chin, leading a trail down the valley of her breasts,
the second splattered on her breasts, and the next her undulating stomach,
filling her navel with sperm.  "WOW!" she said, slowly coming to her
senses.
   "Roll over," he ordered, stroking his cock to keep it hard.  He needn't
have worried, he appeared to have more stamina now then he had at eighteen
thanks to Damballah's gift.  He could fuck Candy all night and morning and
still keep going with Bobbie Sue.
   Bobbie Sue was rubbing his cum all over her body like it was suntan
lotion.  "Messy," she complained rolling over on his desk and getting sperm
all over the wood.  She struggled to get on top of it, but settled on
standing on her feet and then laying over his desk.  "Oh god, what are you
going to do to me now?"
   "I'm gonna take that white ass," he growled.
   Going to, not gonna, said the teacher's voice in her head before it hit
her that he planned on sticking that monster up her ass.  Bobbie Sue
needn't have worried.  Her ass was ready for him and opened easily thanks
to previous explorations of her rectum by both Melvin and Andy's cocks. 
God Bobbie Sue, you're such a slut, she thought to herself as she quickly
began to enjoy the feeling of her old black boss' cock working it's way
into her ass.  "That's it Willie, fuck that ass.  Fuck that white ass
Willie," she told him.  "OW!" she screamed as his hand came down hard on
one butt cheek.
   "That's Principal Long, bitch," he growled, grabbing her ass cheeks and
beginning to work his huge cock in harder and deeper.
   "YYEESS!!" she moaned, drawing it out.  "Fuck my ass, Principal Long. 
Fuck your slut's ass.  It's your ass now Will... Principal Long.  You own
my pussy too.  Just keep fucking me, never stop fucking me." Bobbie Sue
trembled with delight as she had a small orgasm and whether it came from
her submission to her boss or the slap slap slap of his balls against her
pussy lips, she couldn't tell.  She looked over at the screens, now all
four combined to form one big top down image of Long's huge cock forcing
it's way in and out of her stretched out rectum.  The image split again
showing four different views.  Long bellowed and thrust his cock hard into
her nearly balls deep.  His sperm filled her ass, his cock pumping out a
load every bit as big as his second one or even the first one that she
swallowed.  He fell on top of her, seemingly finally exhausted, his cock
still pumping his seed deep into her bowels.
   Long recovered before his cock gave out.  He pushed himself back up and
pulled his cock out in time to launch a wad across her backside.  Finally
tired, the old man sat himself down hard in his chair.
   Bobbie Sue climbed unsteadily to her feet.  "Jesus, Will... Principal
Long, you covered me in cum."
   "I like marking my sluts," he replied.
   "Well what am I going to do?  I can't get dressed like this.  Got any
towels?"
   "Nope.  Just get your ass down to the gym and use the showers.  The
school should be empty by now."
   "But... Yes, sir," she replied.
   "And Mrs.  Kindle, there's something I want you to do for me."
   "Anything for you, sir," she responded, looking at him worshipfully.
   Long took out a package and held it over his semen covered desk towards
her.  Bobbie Sue took it and opened it, her brows furrowing at what was
inside.  "You'll be chaperoning a field trip Wednesday.  Three students, I
think need a little extra attention.  Wear that."
   Bobbie Sue frowned at the item in the box, then smiled and stood erect.
"Anything you want, sir." She collected her clothes off the floor and held
them and the package away from her messy body.  She was about to traverse
the entire school nude and the thought was starting to turn her on. 
"Please let me know if you need me again, sir," she told him stopping at
the door.
   Long's sat back in his chair, hands clasped just under his nude belly.
His cock dangled long and low under his chair.  It was still a monster, but
it had finally deflated.  "I'll be needing you again tomorrow, Mrs. 
Kindle. Come here during lunch and I'll have Coach Black fill in for your
third period."
   A smile spread across her face.  "Yes, sir," she replied, hurrying off.
Bobbie Sue immediately heard footsteps when she left the office.  The
school wasn't quite empty yet.  She thought about returning to Long's
office, but instead decided to hurry down to the next hall.
   Long sat back in his chair and sighed.  He turned on the monitors for
the girl's showers, deciding he'd watch and record Bobbie Sue cleaning
herself up.  The shower was empty as it would take her a few minutes to
arrive at the other end of the school.
   "What da FUCK!"
   "Dayumn!  I thought I had a big cock, but that's one big nigga cock."
   "Shut up," said Long, glancing over at the two janitors.  Jerome was a
fat black slob and Deon was a taller, bald black man with a dumb look on
his face.  Both were former students that hadn't amounted to much.  "What
are you two doing here?"
   "Here to clean da office," said Jerome.
   "I never seen it this messy," said Deon, leaning over the desk and
sniffing what was clearly the smell of semen.
   "Get used to it boys, things are chancing around here and for the
better." Long smiled at them.
   "SHIT!  Is that Mrs.  Kindle?" Jerome was staring at the monitors now
showing one big view of a nude Bobbie Sue in the girls showers.
   "You boys ever fucked a white woman?" asked Long.
   "Nope," said Jerome.
   "Yeah," said Deon, looking around nervously.  "No, he admitted, hanging
his head in shame."
   "Well there's your first boys.  Hurry up and get down to the gym before
she's clean."
   "You think she'll fuck us?" asked Jerome.
   "I know she will boys," said Long, grinning.  "Now get your asses down
there."
   "Whoopee," shouted Deon hurrying out the door, quickly followed by
Jerome.
   Long turned to the monitors controlling the cameras, zooming in and
moving the angles as he watched a frustrated Bobbie Sue trying to clean
every drop of his sperm off her.  Her expression turned to one of horror
and she appeared to scream.  He watched as she backed towards the wall away
from Jerome and Deon as they joined her in the shower, now stripped of
their blue janitor uniforms.  Bobbie Sue looked like she might flee, but
then her eyes fell upong their stiffening black cocks and her inner slut
took over.  Instead of running, she stepped towards them and fell to her
knees before their black cocks.  Jerome's was big like him and particularly
fat while Deon had a longer cock.  Bobbie Sue greedily began sucking them
both.  Long watched the action while he dressed.  Bobbie Sue greedily
swallowed down first Jerome's load, then Deon's before Deon lifted her up
and lowered her onto his cock.  Jerome came up behind her and shoved his
cock up her ass.
   Willie Long stared at the screen and watched the action with an evil
grin.  The threesome looked like it was just getting started and he would
have liked to stay and watch it all, but he was hungry and Candy was
preparing him a home cooked meal.  He turned the monitors off, but kept
recording the action.
   The wood access door slid closed as the principal of Coxville High
turned and left his office.
   ****************
   Bobbie Sue's tongue fought with Deon's as she passionately kissed him.
His tongue won as the two cocks fighting for space in her pussy and ass
delivered yet another explosive orgasm.  She moaned with pleasure, clamping
her lips down around Deon's tongue.
   I can't stop myself, she thought.  What the hell is happening to me?  I
need black cock and the fact that I'm happily fucking these two black
janitors proves it.  I've given myself to a nerd, a thug, my perverted old
boss and now these two.  Willingly fucking these two janitors was the worst
of all, not because they were ugly, but because they spoke with some of the
worst English, she'd ever heard.
   "I'm gonna cum in dat ass," grunted Jerome, fucking her from behind.
   Bobbie Sue wanted to cringe at his bad English, but instead she was
cumming again.  His big fat cock jerked in her tight rectum and she felt
her bowels flood with his sperm.  Then Jerome's mighty cock was spurting
his cum, flooding her womb with his intense load of semen.  She came again
and again, orgasms going off like firecrackers as both her black lovers
filled her insides with their hot seed.
   Bobbie Sue wanted to laugh with joy as she pulled Deon's lips hard
against hers and kissed him passionately.  She'd been worried about what
she'd do for black cock when Melvin went off to college, but now she had
Andy, Principal Long, and now these two.  From here on out, she'd have all
the black cock she craved.
   ***************
   On Wednesday morning, Jenny Summers lay writhing in ecstasy beneath her
black lover.  Her belly undulated down towards his spurting black cock as
it filled her with seed.  Her orgasmic contractions pulled his hot seed
deeper into her womb.  It was like her pussy couldn't get enough of his
sperm.
   Black mashed his lips against hers.  He kept his cock in her, he'd done
this before.  Often, he stayed hard and one fuck session turned immediately
into another without him even withdrawing that amazing cock of his.  This
time, he slowly pulled it out and she was disappointed though they both
knew that they needed to get ready for work.  It was a school day after all
and what would Coxville High do without their two coaches?
   Minutes later, Jenny was stepping into the shower just as Black was
exiting it.  He brushed his teeth while staring at her soaping her
resplendent rack before moving the bar of soap down her belly, around her
crotch and even reaching behind her to run it between the cracks of her
ass. It took a lot of time to fully remove the effects of a night of their
lovemaking.  Jenny smiled at him when he whistled loudly.  She looked down
at his hard cock.  "You're insatiable," she told him.
   "Only around you, baby," said Coach Black.  His smile softened.  "But I
got some bad news.  I need to stay home for the next few nights."
   Jenny looked crestfallen.  She enjoyed having him stay with her like he
was her husband, sleep in her marital bed like he was her husband.  "Why?"
she asked.
   "I just got a lot to do.  Gotta help mom with some things.  An old
friend is coming to town," he lied.  He was only leaving to see if she'd
sleep with Samson.
   "A female friend?"
   "No, an old football bro."
   "Honestly, it's not another woman?  You aren't fucking anyone else?"
   "No, it's not another woman and I haven't fucked anyone else since we
got together."
   "Good, cause I don't want to share that cock of yours with anyone.  I
want every last drop of it's sperm just for me." She held her head back and
let the shower soak her long blonde hair.  She suddenly turned to face him.
"But you were with another woman before me?"
   "Yep, just some ho from the Westside."
   "And what was this ho's name?"
   "Shondra."
   "And did she look as good as me?" Jenny ran her hands down her breasts,
actually cupping one of them and raising her nipple into her mouth.
   Black's cock jerked with lust.  "Nobody looks as good as you, Jenny
Summers," he said, but Shondra came close.  His black lover was a few years
younger then Jenny and had roughly the exact same body type, though
Shondra's ass was plumper and rounder.  "Get your black ass in here,"
ordered Jenny.  "That compliment deserves a reward." She kneeled before him
as he stepped into the shower and gave him a quick blow job- titty fuck. 
She worked his cock as best she could, but Black's stamina still held out
for fifteen minutes.  "And you're sure, you not still seeing this Shondra?"
she asked, licking the last of his sperm from the tip of his cock.
   "Not as long as you keep doing that," said Black, "And we was never
seeing each other, just fuck buddies is all."
   "Better not be," said Jenny, but I'm going to miss you."
   "Me too babe," said Black, "but besides, it might be a good idea to let
that pussy contract back to normal.  Don't want Harold falling in when you
see him this weekend."
   Jenny made a face.  She had no desire whatsoever to run off to see her
husband this weekend and the thought of sleeping with him, just the thought
of his pale pudgy belly climbing on her, was starting to seem repulsive to
her.  "I don't care about him.  I was thinking of telling him I'm sick so
that we could have another weekend together."
   "We'll see.  Maybe, I can get everything I need to do done by this
weekend.  No matter what though, he'll still be home Sunday night."
   "I know," said Jenny sadly.  She'd craved another encounter with Black
after their first meeting in the showers at school, but after getting it
multiple times daily, she felt like an addict for his cock.
   The two finished getting ready for work.  Jenny put her robe on.  Coach
Black put Harold's robe on.  He looked ridiculous.  For one thing, it was
too short on the large black man.  It didn't close all the way in front and
he cold only tie the bare ends of the belt.  His cock dangled down at least
six inches below the hem.
   They left the bathroom together and found her daughter and Samson
waiting for them.  Samson had on boxers and Kitty had on a silk teddy that
was so sheer her nipples and blonde pussy hair was easily seen though the
material.  Jenny saw Samson's eyes zoom in on her impressive cleavage so
she pulled her robe on tighter and crossed her arms to hide her breasts. 
Her daughter was staring at the huge black banana between Coach's legs with
an appreciative look on her face and the Coach was returning the gaze as
Jenny's daughter looked the amazing in the sheer teddy, the perfect cross
between sexy and sleazy.
   "You aren't ready yet?" asked Jenny.
   "Really mom, you two have been hogging the bathroom.  What have you been
doing in there anyway?"
   "Just get in there an hurry up," said Jenny.  Kitty and Samson entered
the bathroom together.  She heard the shower start up and there was
giggling and then some moans.
   The two coaches barely made it to school before the first bell went off.
Kitty and Samson were late and Jenny had to sign an excuse for them.
   **************
   "Yeah, I'm sick," said Kat, coughing into the phone.  She told her boss
that she hoped she'd be better by tomorrow and she'd be back to work by
then.  After hanging up, Kat leaped out of bed and took a quick shower. 
Nathan had already left for work.  He didn't know she was taking the day
off and she didn't want him to know that she was waiting to intercept a
package containing a large black dildo to satisfy her needy pussy.
   Kat dried herself off and fixed her hair up.  She decided to lay out and
work on her tan while waiting for her package.  She had several swimsuits.
There was the family one piece that she wore around Jenny's pool, there was
a modest bikini that she wore to the lake, and then there was her tanning
bikini.  She took the tanning bikini and put it on.  The cups were little
more then eye patches covering her pink nipples.  Blonde pubes stuck out of
the patch that covered her crotch and the back was a thong that left her
ass bare.  Her bikini was so small even Jenny wouldn't have been caught
dead in it and it would have driven her uptight mom into an apoplectic fit.
Nathan hadn't even seen her in this bikini, though he had commented on her
lack of tan lines.  She didn't get many chances to wear it as she and
Nathan shared the same work schedules.  It had been last summer since she'd
worn it and Kat was a little miffed to see that the bikini was a little
tight.  She'd gained about five pounds and boob flesh stuck out from the
tight cups.  She'd have to work on that.
   Kat walked over to her medicine cabinet and took out her fertility
pills. She hadn't taken any since the day with Hercules.  She heard that
semen could swim around for about three days before fertilizing an egg and
she didn't want to give the young black man's seed a leg up in impregnating
her.  The specialists had blamed Nathan for her inability to conceive, but
deep down her brain was blaming herself for her inability to conceive.  She
popped two into her mouth, swallowed them down with some tap water, and
went downstairs to have a lighter then planned breakfast so that she could
start losing that five pounds she'd gained.  The one drawback and sometimes
pleasant side effect to her fertility pills were that they tended to make
her horny and before she had even finished breakfast, her body was starting
to show signs of arousal.
   Katherine Jones strolled out into her yard about eleven in the morning.
The mailman normally got to her house around noon and the UPS guy a little
later unless their schedules had changed.  She hoped they'd come early so
that she could have a few hours to play with her new toy and hopefully
satisfy the growing hunger in her pussy.  She set her cot up in the side
yard near the grill and the spot where Hercules had first grabbed her ass
at her barbecue party.  The cot was facing the sun, turned to the side, so
that the mailman wouldn't see too much when he pulled up with the mail. 
She liberally coated her smooth skin with tanning oil until it glistened in
the sunlight and then she laid down on the cot.
   Kat rarely had time to herself or time to relax and she smiled as she
settled down into the cot.  This was nice.  Her thoughts as they often did
since her barbecue turned immediately to Hercules' cock, or more
specifically, his black cock, his big black cock, his superior orgasm
inducing swollen big black cock.  Her bikini top tightened as her nipples
hardened.  She almost laughed as the material stretched so much, her areola
started peeking out.  Why hadn't Hercules called her?  It had been five
days since their encounter.  Didn't he want to fuck her again?  She didn't
want him to call her did she?  No, she wanted to be faithful to her
husband, that's why she'd ordered her new black toy.  But why hadn't he
called?  If he called, he'd say, "Are you alone, can I come over?" and I
would... no, he wouldn't ask, he'd say, "Get that white pussy ready for
some nigger cock, slut.  I'm coming over," and I would say, "YES!" Kat
moaned and started to fall asleep.  "Fuck me, fuck me with that big nigger
cock," she muttered, feeling her pussy getting soaked.  Stupid fertility
pills.
   Right on time, she heard the mailman pull up.  She was half asleep, but
came fully awake when she heard him shut his motor off.  Why was he
stopping?  Amos Flynn was her mailman.  He was a large black man, in his
mid fifties, fit and strong.  He had short hair with gray streaks in it. 
He stepped out of the mail truck and began walking towards her carrying her
package.  A black man twenty years her senior was about to become the first
man to ever see her in her tanning bikini.  Kat cursed herself for not
bringing a robe out with her.  She struggled in her cot, wondering what she
should do?  Should she run inside or just stop him?
   "Mrs.  Jones," said Amos, getting closer.  "I got a damaged package here
for you."
   "Uh, that's fine Amos, you can leave it there," she told him.
   He cocked his head, trying to see more of her body in the cot and seemed
thrilled to see she was wearing a bikini.  "Don't you want to inspect the
contents?" he asked, still approaching her.
   Kat`s eyes opened wide.  "No, that's alright.  Just leave it there."
But, Amos kept coming.  The old black man clearly wanted to see her in her
bikini.  Typical.
   "Glad I caught you at home," said Amos, walking up and stepping beside
the cot.  Kat looked at him, watched his eyes on her feet at first, then
moving up her legs, widening as the saw the small strap of material
covering her crotch, moving up her slick glistening belly, widening further
when they saw her hard nipples sticking through the small nipple patches. A
grin spread across his face as his eyes came up to meet hers.  Kat found
herself turning red with embarrassment and looking away, down to his shorts
and the growing bulge beneath them.  Now it was her eyes that started
widening in surprise.  "Sorry, Mrs.  Jones," he continued, "But the postal
service takes the post very seriously and regrets any damage to our
customer's mail or packages.  Let's see if the contents are damaged and if
so feel free to refuse it."
   "That's not necessary, Amos," she told him pulling her eyes off his
bulging crotch and watching in horror as he reached into the hole ripped in
the side of her box.  "Let's see, contents of package are, one big black
dildo from LongDong.com." He pulled the long dildo from the box.
   "Oh my god," moaned Kat in embarrassment.  She hung her head down in
shame, but found her eyes back on his crotch.  Amos was a rural mailman and
didn't have to wear a uniform.  He was wearing khaki shorts and a white tee
shirt to stay cool during this hot Southern Indian summer.  The bulge had
gotten bigger.  "It d-doesn't appear d-damaged, Amos, just leave it and you
can go."
   "I see you're a woman that knows what it takes to satisfy her,"
continued Amos.  "This is the fifth package from LongDong.com that I've
delivered in the last two weeks.  My son's doing quite well for himself."
   Kat looked back up at her mailman.  "Your son?"
   "Yep, Lorenzo Doyle Flynn, Coxville's famous black porn star is my son.
He hated Lorenzo and always went by L.D.  Once word of that big cock of his
got around, he took to telling everyone it stood for Long Dong.  He's about
your age I think."
   "Year ahead of me," said Kat.
   Doing pretty good for himself too, except for knocking up his girlfriend
when he was seventeen and taking off for Los Angeles.  Stuck me with
raising Lorenzo Jr.  He's on the COCKS and graduating this year, planning
on moving out to join his dad.  Calls himself L.D.  too."
   "That's right, he took out the Beaver's quarterback a couple games ago."
   "Damn proud of him," said Amos, "and might I add, that you look
absolutely amazing in that tiny bikini, Mrs.  Jones."
   "T-thank you, Amos," she replied, still blushing.  "Funny, this is my
special private tanning suit.  No one has ever seen me in it before."
   "Well aren't I lucky to be the first then.  Do you need anything else?"
he asked, hopefully.
   "No, I'm good.  You can get back to work and... and I trust you`ll be
discreet?"
   "Of course!" Amos looked down at the giant fourteen inch dildo made from
a mold of his son's cock.  It was lifelike in every detail.  "Here's your
dildo, Mrs.  Jones." He held it out to her from the end.  "Honestly, I feel
strange holding a dildo modeled after my son's cock." He watched her white
hand come up to take the long plastic rod.  As her fingers approached, the
big hard head of the plastic cock, Amos pulled it back.  "You know, there
is something I've always wondered."
   "Uh... What's that?"
   "I always wanted to know, who had a bigger cock, me or Lorenzo."
   "Amos, what are you doing?" Kat's eyes followed the mailman's large
calloused hand down to his belt buckle.  He fumbled with the buckle, then
undid his pants.
   "Just curious is all," said Amos, lowering his zipper.  "Don't you want
to know to?"
   Kat opened her mouth, but no words came out.  Her pussy was lubricating
itself in large amounts soaking her bikini bottom.  "I..." She suddenly
realized that she did want to see it.  "I don't think this is appro...
WHOA!" Kat watched Amos tug his big old black cock out.  It was a monster.
The thing had plumped up, but not turned to steel yet.
   "Nonsense," said Amos, "besides I need an impartial judge." He knew he
had her.  She couldn't take her eyes off his cock as he stroked it.  His
big black trouser snake stiffened and grew and grew some more, hardening
into an almost perfect replica of his son's dildo.  "Well, what do you
think?"
   "It's a sizeable one alright," said Kat, sitting up so that she could
get a closer view of Amos' fourteen inch black cock.  "They look about the
same."
   "Come on, look closer."
   Amos was holding the dildo pressed into his crotch and against his cock.
Kat leaned closer to within inches of both their heads.  "Yours is a little
thicker, I think.  His head is longer, but yours is more bulbous and the
flare on the helmet protrudes more."
   "My balls are bigger I bet."
   Kat laughed.  The dildo didn't have a scrotum.  Amos had pushed his
pants down past his testicles.  They were bigger then tennis balls. 
"They're big ones alright," she told him, staring at his swollen
sperm-filled scrotum.  Suddenly, her stomach rumbled loud enough for him to
hear.
   "Hungry?"
   "A little," she licked her lips.  "I should go make lunch."
   Amos rolled his eyes.  She wanted it and wanted it bad, but was in
denial.  "The real thing is so much better then some plastic piece of crap
dildo.  A real man's cock is hot and throbs with life.  You can feel it
pulsing as he buries it deep in your pussy.  And you know what's best of
all?"
   "What?" asked Kat, nearly hypnotized by his cock.  He'd separated his
penis from the dildo now.  It stuck straight out and bobbed before her
eyes. Her eyes didn't follow the dildo, they stared at the hard nigger
cock.
   "Having it shoot it's seed deep in your womb or fill your mouth with hot
cum."
   "Yes, that's certainly better," admitted Kat.
   "Oh yeah, Mrs.  Jones, the real thing is so much better.  Now here's
your dildo, take it and I'll get going." Amos held the dildo out to her
about a foot from his cock.
   Kat reached up her hand for the dildo while staring at Amos' cock.  Her
hand moved towards the real thing, then back to the hard plastic cock.  She
grabbed the dildo's head, but didn't pull it from his hand.  Amos sighed
and hung his head down in defeat, but it shot back up when her other hand
grabbed the bulbous head of his cock.  She squeezed them both, comparing
them.  The plastic head wouldn't yield, but Amos' cock head was slightly
more spongy, though it was almost as hard as the dildo.  "The real thing is
much better," she agreed, running her hand down from the head to the base
of his black shaft.  "So hot," she muttered.  Kat yanked the dildo from his
hand and dropped it to her lawn.  She brought her free hand over to cup his
scrotum while she guided his massive black cock head into her mouth.
   "That's it Mrs.  Jones, suck that black cock," growled Amos.  "Oh yeah,
you is good at this Mrs.  Jones.  Took ya long enough bitch." Kat just
moaned and ran her tongue all around his cock head as she sucked the tip.
She bobbed her head along the end, jerking the rest of his shaft with her
hand.  Amos' hands grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down deeper
over his cock.  The head pushed past her uvula and tonsils, making it's way
towards her stomach.  "Come on Mrs.  Jones, take it all.  That's it, take
it all bitch.  Kat sat up a little as his cock went deeper and deeper down
her throat.  She stared at his curly black pubes as they approached her
nose, tickled her nose, then her nose was pushing into his skin.  She
swallowed the whole damn thing.  He held her there, cock buried down her
throat with one hand on the back of her blonde head.  His other hand slid
down her neck, pulled the strings on her bikini.  His cock was too much and
she fought the urge to gag.  His hand continued down her back and pulled
the remaining string on her bikini just as she was starting to struggle. 
Amos released her, his hand coming back with her bikini top in it.  "Damn
gurl, those are some big ass white titties," he told her as she reared back
and his cock sprang free.
   "Thanks," she muttered, gasping for air and trying to catch her breath.
Her hand continued stroking his cock.
   "Why don't you wrap those titties around my cock, gurl?"
   Kat nodded and did what she was told.  She brought her huge bosom up and
wrapped her tits around Amos' thick fourteen inch shaft.  If she leaned
forward, sat up a little and angled her head down, Kat found that she could
suck on the end of his cock while she bounced up and down on the cot.
   "Drool all over that black cock, Mrs.  Jones."
   Kat salivated all around his big cock head, her saliva leaking from her
lips and running down his shaft, helping to lubricate it as she titty
fucked him.  She worked her mouth and tongue all around the head.  His long
urethra kept spitting up little squirts of pre-ejaculate in her mouth and
it only teased her for what his full load promised.  Her belly growled
again.
   "Not enough lube," said Amos, pulling back.  His cock pulled out of her
tits, but she kept her lips clamped over the end of his cock.  Amos grabbed
the back of her head again and pulled her down over his cock once again. 
She could feel the big cock head pushed down her throat.  She looked up at
him as his pubes reached her lips.  Amos leaned over her and bent down. 
She felt a tug on her hip, then she tried to squeal as he yanked her bikini
bottoms off.  She was sitting on them, but the scant material just slipped
right between her pussy lips before sliding up the crack of her ass,
leaving her naked.  "Time to get to work, slut.  Suck that nigger cock." He
released his grip on her head.
   Kat backed off, wanting air, but this time she didn't let his cock free
of her mouth.  She concentrated on breathing through her nose, letting her
head bob over half his shaft, sometimes going deeper, sometimes focusing on
just the head.  Soon she felt him harden and swell even more as his cock
turned every bit as hard as the dildo, so hard she could have hammered in
nails with it.  Kat felt a jerk in her throat, she could feel it pumping,
hot fluid filled her esophagus, flowing into her belly and then she was no
longer hungry.  Kat pulled back wanting to taste him.  His cock continued
pumping even as it exited into her mouth.  She moaned as her tongue tasted
his seed and then the hot fluid was making her cheeks bulge and then it
overwhelmed her and Kat choked even as she tried to gulp it down.  His cock
sprang free and hot semen splattered all over her face and tits.  Blinded,
she reached out, grabbing for his shaft, found it and pulled it back into
her mouth.  Sperm flowed onto her tongue, she was in control now, gulping
down two more mouthfuls of his delicious sperm.
   "Ready to try this in your pussy?" he asked as she was wiping sperm off
her eye lids.  Kat nodded.  "Get on your back then."
   Kat slid off the cot and into the grass.  Nathan kept the lawn mowed and
the grass was actually a good cushion on her back.  The poor housewife had
mixed reservations as she stared at the giant black cock bobbing between
her mail carrier's legs.  Amos was kneeling on the grass between her spread
legs and his cock was still as swollen as it had been while cumming in her
mouth.  Hercules' mammoth phallus had filled her completely and Amos had a
couple of inches on him.  She leaned up looking with angst as he lined up
that big cock with her eager pussy.  Her pussy didn't seem to have any
reservations, it had been preparing itself for penetration the second Amos
had whipped his cock out.  It was practically dripping with eagerness for
Amos' cock.  She could even feel her pussy muscles contracting, trying to
pull his cock inwards and he hadn't even penetrated her yet.  All
apprehension left her when he pressed his big cock head against her pussy
lips and pushed inwards.  As soon as her labia had stretched itself around
the head, he gave a strong push and at least half his cock slipped inside
her well greased pussy.  Kat found her crotch bucking up to meet his thrust
and she immediately orgasmed all over his cock.
   Kat's head hit the grass and she stared up at the white fluffy clouds
moving across the blue sky.  She briefly imagined that she was in heaven as
Amos worked his cock around.  But heaven wasn't where women who cheated on
their husband's ended up.  Who was she kidding?  The dildo wasn't any
replacement for the real thing.  Amos cock was worth eternal damnation.
   "Gurl knows what she likes," said Amos.  She nodded in reply, smiling up
at the sky.  "Tell me what you like."
   "I like big black nigger cock," she purred, looking down to stare at the
man with half his wonderful cock buried in her pussy.  "I like your big
nigger cock, Amos.  Fuck my white pussy."
   "Not that's what I'm talkin about," growled Amos.  He started working
his cock around, pushing more in, inch by inch.
   "More Amos!  I want it all," cried Kat, practically screaming.  "Show me
how a black man fucks." Jesus, she barely knew the man.  He was practically
a stranger, her mailman, old enough to be her dad, the father of Coxville's
notorious porn star, and she was screaming at him to fuck her.  "Fuck me
Amos!  Fuck me!  FUCK!" Kat came all over his cock again.  "I love your
cock Amos, just don't... AARGH!" The head had just pushed through her
cervix.
   "Just a few more inches slut, and you'll get your wish."
   "OHGAWD!  So fucking full.  Jesus Amos, your cock is huge.  Just don't
cum-MMINNGG!" A huge orgasm exploded through Kat's pussy as she felt the
head press hard against the back of her womb and his heavy balls slapped
against her thighs.  "Wow!"
   "Ya got that right, gurl.  Not many bitches can take the whole thing the
first time," said Amos.  He seemed as impressed as she was as he stared at
their conjoined crotches.  "Time to fuck."
   "Wait give me a minute to catch my breath," replied Kat.
   "Nope, there's mail needs delivering.  Neither rain nor snow nor horny
white wives will keep the mailman from his appointed rounds." Amos laughed
and started moving his cock in and out of her pussy, slow at first then
picking up speed.  "Gotta bust a nut, then get back to work."
   "Just don't cum in me," she finally managed to blurt out.  "Shoot your
sperm all over me, just not in me, alright?"
   Amos shrugged, fucking her harder.  "Squeeze them tits together, Mrs. 
Jones," he ordered.  They were flopping around as his powerful thrust
wracked her body.  Kat was grabbing onto the grass as her body writhed
around on her lawn.  Her head was rocking back and forth.  She slowly
obeyed, moving her hands up to squeeze her breasts together.  "Now pinch
them long nipples." He grunted and fucked her harder as her delicate white
hands began teasing her own nipples.  He'd never seen anything so hot. 
"Now bring one of those white titties up to your mouth." Correction, he'd
never seen anything as hot as Mrs.  Jones, arching her neck and sucking one
of her own nipples between her lips.  Bitch liked it too.  She came all
over his thrusting cock again.  As much as he liked watching her play with
her nipples, his eyes fell on the dildo laying nearby on the grass and he
got other ideas.  Amos slowly withdrew his cock from the moaning woman. 
"Get on all fours, Mrs.  Jones."
   Kat felt empty without Amos inside her, but she diligently rolled over
and got on her hands and knees in her lawn.  Her pussy didn't feel empty
for long, Amos quickly lined his cock back up with her pussy and slowly
reinserted it.  He started fucking her hard doggy style, his strong thrusts
pushing her down until her erect nipples scraped the grass.  His hand
gripped her ass cheek hard and something pressed hard against her anus. 
"What are you... AAHH!" Kat came all over his cock as his thumb pushed past
her sphincter.
   "Back door ain't so tight, Mrs.  Jones," laughed Amos.
   No it isn't, thought Kat.  Hercules had broken her ass in and she'd
loved it, but she'd never had anything in her ass while being fucked before
and it was a new amazing experience.  Unfortunately, Amos must not have
been into anal play too much as he quickly withdrew his thumb much to her
disappointment.  But then, something bigger was pressing against her
formerly tight little anus.  "Amos, what are you...?" her voice trailed off
as she realized that it had to be the dildo he was working into her ass. 
He pushed it in and out a bit, then pulled it out and she felt spittle
striking her asshole.  Disgusting, but it helped her the next second when
the dildo returned to her anus.  His saliva helped lubricate it and the
dildo pushed deeper inside her ass.  Kat found herself trembling.  Her
entire body was swaying forwards and back as he fucked her, but now she was
starting to shake.  She was being fucked by two black men and the thought
thrilled her.  The great L.D.  himself had flown in from Hollywood to claim
her ass for the black man and in a way it was true as the dildo was a life
sized replica of his famous cock.  The tremors grew in her body.  This was
what fucking two black men was like!  Amos pushed the dildo deep in her ass
and when it finally bottomed out, her trembling body exploded into a huge
orgasm.  Her pussy squirted all over his thrusting cock, squeezing it,
pulling it deep, wanting him to seed her.  Her anus contracted enough to
push about three inches of the dildo from her ass.  Her own cum dribbled
over her clit, dripping onto her lawn as Kat collapsed forward, ass thrust
upwards, breasts mashed down into the grass.
   Kat slowly came to, her pussy and ass still filled with pleasure.  Amos
hadn't stopped fucking her and he was working the dildo in and out of her
ass.  She was barely aware of car out on the street, it had a bad muffler
and it was noisy.  The noise stopped and she came fully aware when she
heard a car door slam.  "What... who is it?" she asked in alarm.
   Amos didn't slow his thrusts as he said, "Don't know, but I'm guessing
it's the guy that broke in this pussy for me."
   "What a fucking slut," said Hercules as he stepped into her vision.
   ***************
   Bobbie Sue entered Long's office smiling and the minute she saw the old
black man sitting at his desk, her smile widened with her happiness.  She
barely noticed Nurse Swallows standing off to the side.  "Ah Mrs.  Kindle,
come in," said Willie, his eyes roaming her body.  "Thank you Mrs. 
Swallows, that will be all."
   Ivana Swallows smiled at Principal Long, turned towards Bobbie Sue,
looked the blonde teacher up and down, and sneered before walking away with
a "Harrumph!"
   "What was that about?" she asked.
   Long pushed his chair back away from the desk.  "Oh that was nothing. 
Just the good nurse complaining about your outfit." Long undid his pants
and fished around for his cock.
   "My outfit?  Someone should learn to mind her own business," said Bobbie
Sue watching her boss pull that giant cock of his from his pants.  "Yummy!"
she cried, falling to her knees.  This was their third time together and
Bobbie Sue Kindle was thoroughly smitten with Long's cock.  It was her
favorite thing in the world.  Her favorite things were: Willie Long's cock,
any other black cock (Melvin, Andy, Jerome, and Deon), her husband, and her
parents.  She took him in her mouth, lovingly swallowing his massive cock.
His cock was her favorite thing in the world and sucking it was her
favorite thing to do, closely tied with feeling him blow his load deep
inside her pussy.  And that was the only thing that could bring her down
from her high, she wouldn't have time to fuck her boss that afternoon.  She
had to take the three black boys on their special field trip in a half
hour.
   "Yeah, suck that black cock, Mrs.  Kindle," growled Long, placing his
hands in her hair and guiding her head.  "And for the record, I like your
outfit." He noticed her in it as she headed for her class this morning. 
Bobbie Sue was wearing a short sleeved white blouse, that displayed a lot
of cleavage and had large gaps between the buttons, teasing viewers with
hints of flesh though the gaps.  It was semi-sheer and he could almost see
the black bikini he had given her two days ago through the top.  Her feet
were clad in white sneakers as the field trip would require some activity,
but the article of clothing Ivana had complained about was her shorts. 
They were black, short and tight, the kind young girls were wearing these
days, the kind that squeezed your ass cheeks and stopped right wear ass met
thigh and Bobbie Sue Kindle had a really nice ass.  "This isn't the first
time, the good nurse has complained about other teachers, but she's never
complained about you.  I've got a whole file on complaints she made against
Coach Summers.  Honestly, I think she just hates any woman who is as
attractive as she is."
   Bobbie Sue listened as she deep throated his cock.  She knew the type.
Women like Swallows always made friends with other women provided they were
less attractive so that she could always be the center of attention. 
Though it was strange, she always though Ivana and Jenny were friendly,
though Bobbie Sue didn't fit in with their click, she was closer to Jenny's
sister Kat.
   Long came right on time.  Bobbie Sue gulped his semen down as fast as
his cock ejaculated it.  If she had her choice, his seed would be her lunch
every day.
   "Principal Long, the three black boys are here to see you," said an
older voice through Long's speaker phone.
   "Thanks Miss Murdock, tell them Mrs.  Kindle will be right out." Long
took his finger off the speaker and stood so he could pull his pants up. 
"Go get them Mrs.  Kindle." Long walked over to his office door and pulled
it open.  Three black students sat lazily on the waiting area couch.  Omar,
Bron, and Elton looked disdainfully at the old principal.  They sat up a
little straighter when Bobbie Sue followed Long out of his office.  "Mrs.
Kindle, these three had the worst attendance record of anyone in this
school last year and they're already off to a bad start now during their
senior year.  Omar spent six months in prison for possession and missed his
senior year.  Now he's a nineteen year old senior and if he screws up
again, he's looking at five years in jail.  Bron's nineteen too.  He got
suspended two years ago for grabbing poor Miko's rear end." The dumbass's
excuse, he wanted to see if it was true about the slant in Asian pussy, but
Long didn't want to tell Bobbie Sue that piece of information.  "As for
Elton, he just doesn't care." Elton responded by shrugging.  "Needless to
say, I called all their parents and made sure that they would be attending
today."
   "I was planning on skipping," said Bron.
   "Me too," added Omar.
   Elton just shrugged again.
   "That's why I called your parents and Omar, I had to hall in myself this
morning," said Long.  Omar's dad was in prison and rumor had it, his mom
whored herself out in Coxburg.  He was raised by an Aunt and Uncle that
couldn't control him.  "Mrs.  Kindle is taking you on a little field trip
boys," said Long.  "I trust you will listen closely to what she has to say
and show you today."
   "Follow me," said Bobbie Sue.  The three black teens got up and followed
their white teacher.  Six dark eyes staring intently at the point where her
legs met ass as she strolled in front of them.  Even if this trip were a
waste of time, they were going to have plenty of eye candy to stare at.
   In addition to the school buses which were owned by the drivers,
Coxville High kept a mini van for transportation purposes.  Jenny drove the
cheerleaders to away games in it and there were other uses.  Bobbie Sue
walked up to the open door.  Omar passed her, eyeballing her cleavage.  He
was a punk and if it were up to her, she would have kept him out of school
to minimize disruptions to the kids who were there to learn.  Blacks in
Coxville tended to be big strong bulls like Andy or Coach Black, these
traits having been bred into them by the Cox family's slave breeding
program, but Omar was short, shorter then her, and Bobbie Sue blamed his
height for his attitude problem.  He was as muscular as most blacks, but he
was only around 5'6" as opposed to Elton who came next onto the bus.  Elton
pushed 7', thin and lithe, but all muscle.  Elton was supposedly a great
basketball player, but showed no interest in playing on the team.  He
followed Omar into the van, his tighty whitey covered ass sticking out
above his low hanging pants.  Bron came last, he was your typical black
muscular giant, head and face shaved, but for pointy sideburns.  He stopped
on the stairs.  "Where we going at, anyway?"
   Bobbie Sue grimaced.  "Where are we going, Bron?" she corrected.
   "I don't know, that's why I'm axing you."
   "Asking," she said, grimacing again.  "We're taking a short trip to Lake
Cox and the island." She followed Bron onto the bus and took her seat in
the driver's chair.
   "Fuck dat shit," grunted Omar.
   "Yeah, what gives?" added Bron.  "We go to slave island every other
fuckin grade."
   "Just wait and see, boys," replied Mrs.  Kindle, a tic starting in her
eye.  She drive them for nearly an hour towards Lake Cox.  Elton pulled his
hoodie up and went to sleep with earphones in his ears.  Bron spit out some
rap beat that must have been all base and never ended until the pulled up
in the parking area.  Bron just sat back and glared out the window the
while trip.  "Follow me and Omar grab the lunch basket."
   The bored man at the boat rental shack sat up when he saw the lovely
white woman leading three black teens towards him.  That wasn't a sight he
normally saw at the lake.  "Mrs.  Kindle with Coxville High," she told him.
   "Yes Mrs.  Kindle," said the man.  "I have two canoes ready for you, and
I'm to bill the school.  Step aboard and I'll push them out for you."
Bobbie Sue climbed into one canoe and moved to the prow over the water. 
She sat back.  Omar climbed in behind her while Bron and Elton entered the
other canoe.  The shack attendant pushed them out.  Omar grabbed the paddle
and started paddling right away.  "Well, I guess you don't need my help,"
she said, looking at his strong arms pushing the paddle into the water.  He
began to sweat, his black skin glistening.  Sexy, thought Bobbie Sue, her
nipples hardening.  She looked away and out over the lake.  There was one
other boat, it appeared to be a small bass boat, but it was far away. 
Things were slow during the middle of the week in September, but then
Principal Long knew that when he planned this trip.  She looked back at
Omar and then past him at the other canoe now 200 feet behind them.  One of
the boys didn't know what he was doing.  The other canoe turned around in
circles a couple times before heading in the right direction, veering left
sometimes and sometimes veering right.  As the island approached, Omar put
the canoe right up on the beach, standing and jumping to the sand.  His
squat body and powerful arms straining as he pulled the canoe further onto
the beach so that she wouldn't have to get her shoes wet.
   "Those slow fucks is taking their time," growled Omar, looking out at
the other canoe only halfway to their location.
   "Watch the language young man, this is a school trip after all,"
corrected Bobbie Sue, "And correction, those slow fucks ARE taking their
time." Bobbie Sue winked at the black teen when he looked at her in
surprise and then he broke out laughing.  He was still grinning when the
other canoe finally pulled up beside theirs.
   Bron and Elton climbed stepped out of the canoe together.  "Fucker can't
steer," hissed Bron, pushing Elton.  The much bigger Elton pushed back
harder almost shoving Bron into the lake.
   "Stop it you two," ordered Bobbie Sue.
   Bron recovered his balance, fists raised and glaring at Elton.  "Listen
to Mrs.  Kindle," said Omar, his voice loud and authoritative.  Bron paused
then lowered his fists.  Bobbie Sue glanced at him and smiled
appreciatively as she stared him in the eyes.  Omar knew the thought was
crazy, but he suddenly got the impression she was flirting with him.  His
cock stirred in his pants immediately extending an inch at the thought of
having his lovely white teacher.  He turned back to Elton and Bron.  "I
know we don't wanna be here, but it's all fault ain't it.  I'm starting to
think we shouldn't have skipped so many classes, especially Mrs. 
Kindle's."
   "Want to, not wanna and isn't it, not ain't it, but I thank you for that
Omar," she told him, winking again before looking down.
   Did Mrs.  Kindle just check out my junk?  Omar's cock grew another inch
and started to get uncomfortable.  He knew from previous experience that
once it got hard, it stayed that way until he came.  If it got any worse,
he was going to need an excuse to sneak away and toss one off.  "What we
gonna... what are we going to do now, Mrs.  Kindle?"
   "Short hike to the center of the island and then we are free the rest of
the school day."
   "Well all I knows is that I ain't getting in the canoe with that
muthafucka again," spat Bron.  "I'm going back with you Big O."
   "I thinks... I think I prefer my current partner to your ugly black ass,
B." Omar glanced at his teacher.  FUCK!  She was smiling at him.  Maybe he
stood a chance with her?  His eyes roamed down her long lithe arms to her
dainty hand and the wedding ring on one finger.  Fuck that.  He didn't give
a shit if she were married.  If he had a chance to bang a hot married white
woman, he was going to tap the hell out of that ass.
   "Let's go boys," said Bobbie Sue, starting off down a dirt trail covered
with leaves.  "Stick on the trail, there's some poison ivy off the trail
and we don't want any ticks on us." Luckily, mosquitoes weren't bad on the
island and didn't bother them.  They hiked to the center of the island
where the trail branched off into several hiking trails.  "Here we are
boys," said Bobbie Sue.
   "What gives?" asked Bron.
   "This is where the slave village was once located," she informed him,
pointing at the historic marker, the state had put up on the sight.  The
town had been short lived and most everything made of wood, so there was no
evidence that anyone had once lived here except for the historic marker.
   "I knows, we come to slave island every couple years for a school trip,"
replied Bron.
   "Yeah- yes, why are we here?" asked Omar.
   "Escaped slaves once lived here," said Bobbie Sue.  Her mind pictured
Prospero the slave hanging from the old oak tree in front of city hall.  A
friend once took a picture of Bobbie Sue and her husband, sitting and
leaning into each other under the same tree before she'd been aware of the
horrific events that happened there.  They'd probably been sitting in the
same spot that Prospero had ejaculated all over as he was strangled. 
There'd been a crack, lightning destroying the branch, but Prospero was
already dead.  A mist had arisen as the townsfolk opened fire on the
assembled slaves.  A mist similar to the one that had occurred several
weeks ago, coincidentally on the 150th anniversary of the hanging.  "In
1859, the Cox plantation workers and the townsfolk surrounding the
plantation turned on the Cox family slaves and opened fire on them, maybe
twenty slaves were killed." She paused, her audience was staring at her,
these were their ancestors she was talking about after all.  "Luckily,
there was a dense fog and many of the slaves, your ancestors, were able to
escape the massacre.  They came here boys- men.  They came here, men.  They
built a village here and eked out an existence for almost four years until
the Union army occupied the Cox Plantation and the now former slaves
returned to work for the Yankees."
   "We heard the story before, Mrs.  K," said Bron.
   "Ignorance is a form a slavery Bron," she told him.  "If you three don't
graduate, you'll never make something of yourselves.  If you don't start
showing up for class and learning to speak correctly, if you can't watch
your language, you'll never make enough money to amount to much."
   "I is gonna move to L.A and do porn, Mrs.  Kindle," said Bron.
   "How do you know you got what it takes?" asked Bobbie Sue.
   "I got what it takes," he replied, grabbing himself.
   "Show the lady some respect, fucker," growled Omar.
   Bobbie stared at the outline of a huge cock beneath Bron's pants.  "I'm
sure you have what it takes Bron, but what about acting classes?  What
about transportation to California?  What about living expenses until you
get on your feet.  I can assure you that the cost of living in Los Angeles
is a lot higher then it is in Coxville.  All I'm saying, is that as long as
you're ignorant, the man will be able to keep you down.  That's all there
is to it."
   "That's it?' asked Bron.  "We came all the way out here for that
speech?"
   "Principal Long's concerned about your future," she told him.  "He
believes you need incentive, motivation to learn."
   "What's he know?" asked Bron, following Bobbie Sue down the trail back
to the canoes.  "You'd be surprised what Principal Long knows young man,"
she snapped at him.  "Principal Long is a great man," she said adoringly.
"He has a plan to change this town and it's going to work.  You'll see. 
Right now you three are underachievers and with the right motivation, you
can graduate next year and meet your potentials.  He has faith in you.  I
have faith in you."
   "Thank you, Mrs.  Kindle," said Omar, meaning it and she meant it too,
he could see it in her eyes.  No one had ever told him directly that they
had faith in him.  His whore of a mother had told him she had faith in him
once, faith he'd be sharing a jail cell with his dad.  Maybe she was right?
Maybe drugs weren't the right way to go?  Could he change?  Did he really
want to straighten up?  They exited the woods to the beach with their two
canoes.
   "Omar, grab the picnic basket," said Bobbie Sue.  "There's some picnic
tables around the bend."
   Omar retrieved their lunch basket from the canoe and joined the other
two black men and their beautiful teacher.  Elton and Bron looked like they
were starving.  The three black men sat at the nearest table.  Omar fished
around for some bottled water and their sandwiches.  "Cold sloppy Joes," he
said, opening his foil.  "Coxville High's finest.  Better food might be
good motivation to stay in school."
   "Good point," laughed Bobbie Sue.  "I'll bring it up with Principal
Long."
   "Here's yours," said Omar, holding a sandwich out for her.
   "No thanks," said Bobbie Sue, holding her hand over her stomach still
full of her boss`s sperm.  "I'm not hungry.  We have the rest of the
afternoon boys.  I think I'll go for a swim."
   Six dark eyes focused on her as she began undoing her blouse.  She
noticed them staring and turned around.  Bobbie Sue opened her blouse,
looking out over the lake.  She folded it over her arm as she began undoing
her shorts.  She opened them, bending over as she slid the shorts down her
legs.  Behind her someone choked.  There was also a snort and a "Dayumn,
look at dat shit." Bobbie Sue's bikini was a thong and the three black
seniors had just gotten a good look at her full moon.  She untied her
walking sneakers and slipped them off her dainty feet.  Bobbie Sue knew
that from the back, she looked practically named.  There'd be small black
strings around her hips and rising up from her ass cheeks, as well as a
tied string around her back and one around her neck, hidden by her hair. 
Bobbie Walked forward, slipping into the cool waters of Lake Cox, wading
out to a point where she could dive forwards into the water.
   The water felt good, cooling her body from the hot Southern heat. 
Bobbie Sue turned around and looked at the three black students sitting at
the picnic table staring in amazement at their half naked teacher swimming
around in the lake.  They were finished eating, none were moving, just
watching her.  She swam forwards and slowly rose.  Her hair was now wet and
clinging to her body.  As her torso appeared, Elton openly grabbed himself
and appeared to stroke his penis through his pants.  Omar leaned forward
staring intently, his eyes widening as her long flat white belly appeared,
then her bikini bottoms.  The bikini had been her gift from Long the first
time they had fucked several days ago.  It was obscenely small and oddly
shaped.  The cups were black spades like one would see on a deck of cards
and they only covered maybe a third of her prodigious bosom.  The cold
water had turned her nipples hard and not just the pointy nipples were
prominent, but her entire puffed out areola.  The bottom was also a black
spade, the string holding it on riding wide on her hips.  It was just a
small patch covering her pubes and she'd had to trim her pussy hair, sides
and top in order to wear it.
   "Does that bikini mean what I thinks it means?" asked Omar, greedily
eyeing her buxom young body.
   "What do you think it means, Omar?" she replied.
   "The spade is a symbol of women who... prefer...," he stuttered out.
   "Prefer what Omar?" she asked, smiling.
   "Prefer the company of... Fuck!  Where did you get it?"
   "It was a gift from Principal Long.  He even requested that I where it
for this trip."
   Now it was Omar's turn to smile.  "I see," he said, not quite believing
that some a stunning young woman, married and white at that, would be
fucking the old black principal.  Of course, this whole situation was an
unbelievable one.  Having Mrs.  Kindle standing before him, wet and
glistening, borderline nude in a tiny bikini that suggested she preferred
black men was the last place he'd expected to be today.
   "SHIT!" cried Elton, jumping up.  It was the firs thing he'd said all
day.  He was looking down at his lap.
   Bobbie Sue's eyes followed his and she could see the outline of an
apparently massive trouser snake pressing against the front of his saggy
pants.  He was reaching into his pants and for a moment, she thought he was
about to yank his huge cock out, but instead his hand came out with
something pinched between his fingers and he flicked it away from him. 
"What is it?" she asked.
   "Fuckin Tick," he grunted, shaking a little.  Bron snorted back a laugh
at the giant black man's distaste at a little tiny bug.
   "This is serious guys," she told them.  "Better strip down to your
underwear and let me check you for ticks."
   "For real?" asked Bron.
   "You heard the lady," said Omar, suspecting what was up.  "Let her check
us for ticks."
   "Yeah," grunted Elton, shivering again and pulling his tee shirt up over
his chest.
   "Lyme disease is a serious threat in the area," she reminded them.
   "One problem, Mrs.  Kindle," said Omar.  "I ain't wearing underwear." He
pushed his pants down his legs.
   Bobbie Sue smirked.  She could plainly see white briefs in his pants as
he pushed them down together.  None of that mattered when his nearly fully
erect black cock sprang up.  She approached Omar as the other two black men
stripped.  Elton clearly had a semi-erect monster cock straining his yellow
stained underwear.  Bron had boxers on and clearly had a big banana cock
flopping around, but it was erect yet and he appeared shocked and nervous
by the situation.  "Let me check you first," she told Omar.
   "Be my guest," replied the short black man.
   Bobbie Sue couldn't take her eyes off his hard hammer of a cock.  It was
a thick blunt club like instrument.  He was very thick and hard much like
Omar's squat little body, but there was nothing short about his cock.  It
was around a foot long, much like her first black lover, Melvin's cock. 
The wrist thick shaft merged perfectly with his cock head making his cock a
streamlined club.  Bobbie Sue put her hands on his compact over muscled
torso, starting with his chest.  Her hands looked small and pale against
his dark black skin.  "Your chest is so hard," she whispered.
   "That's not the only thing hard," he whispered back, loud enough for his
mates to hear.
   "I see," said Bobbie Sue.  Her hands ran down his hard abdominals to his
solid stomach.  His cock had now risen up parallel to the ground and was
pointed right at the spade on her bikini bottoms.  The head was only a few
inches away.  "No ticks here," she told him.  "Lets check lower." Bobbie
Sue kneeled in the sandy dirt.  His cock was now inches from her nose.  Her
hand ran down his broad hips and over towards his crotch and lower over his
thighs.  "Don't see any ticks here either," she said.
   "Check under my cock," said Omar.
   "Good idea," said Bobbie Sue.  Her right hand now came up to grab the
base of his shaft.  She lifted his mighty cock up, her hand running up and
down the shaft.  "No ticks under here either, just a pair of the biggest
testicles I've ever seen." His balls were big, grapefruit sized and they
looked bigger on Omar's squat frame.
   "You should check under them," said Omar.
   Bobbie Sue's right hand was now slowly jerking his big shaft.  Her left
hand came up and cupped his balls, kneading them and hefting them.  She
took her eyes off his cock long enough to stare at the other black men,
staring at her with stupid expressions on their faces.  "I need to be
thorough with you two also.  Take your underwear off too boys." Her eyes
followed Bron's hand down to his boxers.  His cock plopped out as he pulled
his underwear down.  It was swelling and rising now that his initial shock
was over.  It was about as long as Omar's, not as thick, but the head was
bulbous and round, making his cock look like a club compared to Omar's
streamlined shaft.  It was her eyes that widened when Elton's cock finally
sprang free.  It was a monster that fit well with the black giant's seven
foot frame.  He was nearly as big as Long's cock and it seemed like it took
a lot of blood flowing to make his cock rise.  It was almost evil looking,
reminding her of a black snake, a hooded cobra, the long serpentine head
emerging from a thick wrinkled foreskin.  She wanted it.
   "OH FUCK!" groaned Omar.
   Bobbie Sue had been so focused on the other tow cocks, that she hadn't
been paying attention to the one in her hand.  She picked up speed, rapidly
giving the poor boy a hand job now.  "I'll be right with you two, but right
now there's something I need to take care of." She pulled Omar's cock down
towards her mouth and wrapped her lips around the sleek head.
   Omar groaned as her felt her tongue twirl around his cock head,
caressing his helmeted head and teasing his pee slit.  Then his cock
started pushing deeper as her head bobbed over his cock.  "Bitch knows how
to suck a black cock," he grunted.
   "You got that right," said Bron, staring in awe.  "Doesn't seem fair
though."
   "You'll get your turn I think," said Omar and Bobbie Sue nodded her head
vigorously with half his foot long shaft down her throat.
   "Not that," said Bron.  "It's not fair that we have to be naked and she
gets to wear that bikini.  He came over behind the young teacher and pulled
the thin black string at her back.  It fell open and his hand next lifted
her hair and pulled the string around her neck.
   "Fuckin big ass white titties," said an awed Elton, stooping to look at
her now revealed breasts as she sucked the black off Omar's dick.  Her lips
were kissing his pubes now.  "You missed one B," said Elton leaning out and
pulling the string on her hip.
   "I got the other one," said Bron, pulling the string on the other hip.
He reached under her and caught the falling black bottom in his hand, his
fingers brushing her pussy.  "Slut's pussy is soaked," he said, pressing
his fingers against the opening of her pussy.  She moaned and pushed down
in response as the tips of his fingers entered her.
   "Nipples is hard too," said Elton reaching out to pinch one of her long
nipples.
   Bobbie Sue was in heaven.  She'd known the pleasures of two black cocks,
but now she was about to be serviced by three black studs.  Maybe the Cox
family's slave breeding program wasn't such a bad thing after all.  Just as
she was picturing where in her body three large black cocks could go, Bron
stuck two fingers deep in her pussy and she came all over them, nearly
gagging on Omar's cock as she tried to cry out in pleasure.
   "Bitch, just soaked my fingers," said Omar behind her.
   When Bobbie Sue opened her eyes, Elton's cock head was looming huge off
to the right of her vision.  It was such a perfect monster cock, she
quickly pulled back until Omar's cock sprang free and she put her lips
around the end of Elton's shaft.  She immediately felt bad for Omar so she
raised her fist and started jerking off his cock while she went down on the
giant black boy.  His cock reminded her so much of Principal Long's and
once Long had gotten his cock in her, she'd given up all pretense of
returning to a normal life with her husband.  He wanted her to service the
under achieving black students, she service the under achieving black
students.  Hell, if he wanted her to service every black student in the
school she'd do it for her boss and she'd like it.  She moaned as Elton's
cock head pushed deep down her throat, going and going.
   "Holy shit!" Elton looked completely stunned as his teacher's lips
suddenly kissed his pubic hairs.  "She swallowed the whole thing.  No ho
has ever done that before." He looked down at his beautiful English
teacher, now even more stunning with his dick down her throat.  Mrs. 
Kindle batted her eyelashes and winked at him before she began working his
cock in and out of her throat.  She was keeping nearly a foot of his cock
down her throat and only working about three inches in and out of her
mouth. If felt amazing to the young mostly inexperienced black man.  "Her
fucking throat muscles are milking my cock." Suddenly, Bobbie Sue's face
pushed forward hard and her nose slammed into his pubic hair.  She gagged
almost choking, struggling for air, but she was stuck fast.  Elton looked
up.  "Goddammit B!"
   Bron just held his cock buried to the balls in the wettest sweetest most
accommodating pussy his cock had ever felt.  "Sorry bro, but you two fucks
was getting all the attention."
   Bobbie Sue forced herself to relax, her nose hurt and she was trying not
to sneeze.  Bron had been a little rough, pushing his mighty cock into her
with one thrust, but her pussy was hungry for him and it was hard to be mad
at him when she was already building to another orgasm.  He started working
his cock in and out of her as she slowly recovered and began to blow Elton
again.  Her left hand never left Omar's cock.
   "Shit!  I can't wait," growled Bron.  He started fucking her faster. 
Bobbie Sue came all over his thrusting cock until her juices were dripping
down his balls.  He chuckled enjoying the feelings of her contracting
pussy. He was eager to get off on her pussy and just kept pounding away. 
In her experience black men could fuck forever if they wanted to, but Bron
seemed desperate to get his rocks off as if this were all a dream he might
wake up from at any moment.  He came quickly, for a black man.  Her husband
would have ejaculated a long time ago at the pace Bron had fucked her.  She
came again as his sperm flooded her womb.  This time, it was both their cum
that started dripping down her balls.
   "FUCK SLUT!" Elton grabbed her head and pulled her nose back into his
pubes.  His cock violently shook in her throat and stomach as he came.  His
balls pumped and pumped filling her stomach with his seed.  Finally he
withdrew it and Bobbie Sue gasped for air and his fat cock head cleared her
lips.  He held his vast cock in his hand, jerking the small amount a
remaining seed left in the long shaft out and onto her outstretched tongue.
The wad that dripped down onto her tongue was all that was left of Elton's
big load, but it was still more then her husband came in a dozen orgasms.
She let it roll on her tongue, tasting it's richness, wishing he had more
to give her.
   The cock she was furiously stroking was swelling even larger.  She
turned to stare at Omar's big black cock.  It was bigger and it looked like
his cock head might burst at any moment.  She wanted his seed.  She wanted
to feel his cock jerking in her mouth.  She wanted to taste more delicious
black sperm.  After sucking Long earlier and the equally voluminous load of
Elton's seed, her belly was full to the point she might vomit if she drank
any thing else.  "Cum on my tits," she told Omar looking up at him.  He
grunted in response as she arched her back thrusting her big milky white
breasts out towards him.  He stared in awe at her white bosom, grunting
again as his cock exploded all over her tits flesh, soaking her breasts,
nipples, and chest with his white semen.  His cock jerked in her hand at
least five times shooting out a shot glasses worth of cum each time. 
Bobbie Sue couldn't resist, bending his steel hard shaft back into her
mouth and letting it fill with his tasty seed.  She forced herself to
swallow one last mouthful into her already full stomach.  Bobbie Sue licked
her lips, not releasing his cock.  "Sorry Omar, I wanted to do this cock
justice."
   "So' right," he grunted, as she still stroked his sensitive cock.  It
went from rock hard to plump and floppy after a few seconds.
   "I mean it.  Next time, we'll get together, just the two of us."
   "I'd like that," he told her, feeling the blood flowing back into his
dick.
   "And I'll do whatever you want.  I mean it, anything."
   "Yeah, I'd really like that," he growled imagining his hot teacher as
his own personal fuck toy for a few hours.  His cock swelled to full
erection once again.  She squealed with delight.  "Up on that table," he
ordered her.
   Bobbie Sue stood and then climbed onto the picnic table, sitting with
her legs dangling over the edge.  Bron was standing nearby, his cock plump
but limp, swaying like a brown banana between his legs, still dripping
their combined juices.  Elton's was similar, but his cock wasn't dripping
and the huge head nearly reached his knees.  Omar moved between her legs
and guided his cock into her sloppy pussy.  She moaned as his began fucking
her slowly.  He moved his face closer to hers and she moved her lips to
meet him, but his head came down on her neck, kissing and sucking her
there, not wanting to kiss her after she'd swallowed Elton.  His hands did
eagerly fondle her semen covered breasts, but it was his own sperm he was
rubbing into her tits like it was skin cream.  Bobbie Sue came twice on
Omar's hard cock and a third time that left her dazed when he left his load
in her womb, his seed mixing with Bron's.  When he pulled out, Bron's cock
was standing at full attention while Elton's was sticking straight out,
trying to rise, but a victim of it's own large size.
   "Get off," ordered Elton watching her shakily jump off the table.  The
enormous black man climbed onto the picnic table and laid down on his back,
he cock near the edge as his legs dangled off.  "Ride me."
   Bobbie Sue stepped on the bench and then up onto the table, straddling
the giant black man.  His fifteen inch black cock nearly reaching her pussy
where she was standing.  "How's this for incentive to come to school," she
said to all three as she lowered herself down over Elton's cock.  It took
her a good five minutes to get the enormous black man's dick inside her,
but eventually she found herself sitting in his lap, the round white globes
of her ass hanging off the edge of the table.  Bron stepped up behind her
and pushed his hard cock down until the head rested on her rosebud.  He
pressed down hard and her ass opened for him as his cock pushed deep inside
her ass.  He hadn't asked, but then maybe he could tell by looking that she
wasn't an anal virgin anymore and she was no longer feeling any pain when a
black man took her in the ass anyway.  "Fuck!  You guys are good," moaned
the well stuffed woman.  "Principal Long thinks, he'll have a few more
teachers come over to our point of view."
   "Even Coach Summers?" asked both Bron and Elton at the same time while
Omar said Mrs.  Instead of Coach.  "Long seemed almost certain of it, but
that's only as long as you come to school."
   "I'm in," grunted Bron.
   "Shit yeah bro," agreed Elton.  "I'm in in more ways then one," he
added, squeezing the lovely blondes tits as she rode his cock.
   "We thought you might," said Bobbie Sue, wiggling her ass.  "Now fuck my
ass and fuck my pussy with those big black cocks."
   And they did just that fucking her hard and eventually filling both her
holes with nearly a gallon of semen.
   *************
   Candy's cheeks bulged and she gulped Long's cum as fast as she could. 
She stroked the shaft, hungry for every drop of his seed.  "I still can't
believe how good your semen tastes," she muttered, sitting up in the car.
   Willie just grunted in response.  He stared out at the island through
his binoculars.  Mrs.  Kindle was barely visible on the picnic table
sandwiched between two of her black students.  At the rate they were going,
Bobbie Sue and her students weren't going to make it back to school by the
final bell, but then neither was he.
   "And here I thought you were being romantic, skipping work and taking me
out to our spot by the lake," complained Candy.  "And all you wanted to do
was to check up on one of your teachers."
   "Oh boy, honeymoon's over," said Willie, smiling as he put the
binoculars down in his lap.  "Sorry, but I gave Mrs.  Kindle a specific set
of instructions and wanted to make sure she was following them.  It appears
she's exceeding my expectations."
   "You should have showed her this monster," said Candy, grabbing the base
of his now floppy cock and shaking it.  "She would have been so eager to
please you, you wouldn't have needed to check up on her." Candy watched his
giant black cock hardening in her hand as she shook it.  "Jesus, you're
amazing.  How soon can you get us home?"
   "On my way," said Long, backing out of the parking space, Candy kept her
hand on his cock, slowly stroking it.  "There's something I'd like you to
do."
   "Sure stud, but it's a little dangerous while driving." Candy leaned
down and took the head of his cock in her mouth again.
   "Not that," he said, adding, "but I'm not telling ya to stop.  Just go
slow, old Long's dong is hungry for some pussy." Willie slowly smiled as
his girlfriend bobbed her head in his lap.  It did make driving difficult
since his cock was so big, her bobbing head blocked the lower part of his
vision.  "I was wondering Candy, since you have a background in care giving
and nursing.  I'd like you to volunteer at the Westside Healthcare Center."
   Candy sat up.  She kept one hand on his cock, stroking him.  "Whatever
for?"
   "I know a lot of the old folks in there," he kept going.  "Some vets
like me, some old friends not blessed with good health like me.  They could
use someone special, someone like you, someone to comfort them, ease their
pain a little."
   Candy frowned.  Westside Healthcare was a poor state funded facility
that catered mostly to blacks from the Westside of town.  It had it's share
of problems over the years, bad caregivers stealing from and abusing the
residents.  The teacher they'd just been watching, Mrs.  Kindle had even
helped with an expose in the Times on elderly abuse at Westside Healthcare
that got two nurses and the management team fired.  "You're not asking me
to... to sleep with them are you?"
   "No, of course not," replied Willie, glancing over at her.  No, he
didn`t want her sleeping.  "Just ease their pain some, you know a hand job
here, a blow job there.  Fuck!  Those old men would be thrilled just to
play with them big white titties of yours."
   Candy looked at him in horror.  "I'm so shocked, I don't know what to
say," she replied indignantly.
   "Don't lie bitch, the thought excites you."
   "It does not!"
   An evil grin spread across Willies face, making his mustache curl up. 
"Look at your hand."
   Candy looked down at her hand, still in his lap, rapidly stroking his
giant cock as her excitement grew.  "I'm not a slut... at least I'm...
well, when I'm with you, I'm your slut."
   "You are my slut and I want you to do this.  Candy Cox, you are a loving
compassionate woman and all I want for you to do is what comes natural. 
Show those old men some love and compassion.  Don't do anything you don't
want to do."
   "Are you sure?"
   "Absolutely.  It would make me very happy if you do this for me."
   "Okay," she whispered.  "If that's what you want."
   Long reached out and wrapped one big black hand around her neck, pulling
her into him for a deep kiss, one eye closed and one eye watching the road.
   Fifteen minutes later, her pussy was spasming like crazy around his cock
as Willie slammed his mighty appendage in and out of her pussy while she
laid on her... on their bed.
   
  
The Coxville Curse II