Junk In The Trunk
copyright 2007 by Stormbringer

Mindy Dawber arrived home late from work. A high heeled shoe extended
from her car door, follwed by a shapely ankle and calf. Her skirt
started at the knee. Her entire outfit was a thousand dollar business
suit which suited a vice president of marketing at a local firm.

Mindy watched her husband bringing items in from his garage sale. She
shook her head at her husband's outfit. She'd married him ten years ago
when she was twenty and he was thirty. He was a high school art teacher
then and she'd fallen for him in her artsy liberal phase. She'd outgrown
the phase. He hadn't. The forty year old man looked ridiculous dressed
in a thai dyed shirt, socks in birkinstocks, and his greying hair tied
back in a pony-tail. "How'd it go today, Robin?" she asked, flipping up
her sunglasses.

"Not bad, dear. I even sold a painting."

They say those that can't, teach. That applied to Robin. He wasn't as
good of an artist as he thought he was and got overly excited whenever
he sold something. He'd become more successful when he got out of
teaching and opened a gallery selling better artists works. She surveyed
his paintings displayed around the garage. The ten he'd completed were
all there. He averaged one painting a year. "Where's... you didn't."

"He gave me two hundred dollars for it. It's the highest priced painting
I ever sold."

The painting in question was a nude of Mindy. She was lying on a
checkered blanket in a field of wild flowers, holding a daffodil. She
had been nineteen at the time. Her long brown hair fell to encircle the
double D's of her breasts, reaching her stomach. She had a business cut
now, still long, but just to her shoulders. The day had also been
chilly, and Robin had accurately painted her nipples hard and pointy.
Her crotch had been shaved then.

Mindy hadn't changed much since then. She was still lithe and fit with
oversized breasts. Her ass had been boney, but was fuller now. Her
crotch was now covered with curly brown hair. The girl in the picture
was tanner from long hours sunning herself in a bikini. Mindy didn't
even own a bikini anymore and her skin was milky white.
Physically, she hadn't changed much in eleven years, but mentally she
had. She'd outgrown the hippy phase and saw herself as a serious
professional woman.

"The man also bought your mom's old trunk and lamp."

Mindy gasped. "You emptied it first right? Robin?" Her husband didn't
look at her. My god, her grandfather's pocket watch was in that trunk.
As was a Waterford crystal lamp and an old porceline doll. "Please tell
me you just sold the trunk."

"Sorry honey, he wanted it as is."

"What did you sell it for?" She placed a loud emphasis on the "what".

"I told you two hundred for the trunk and painting. He said he'd by a
painting if I threw in the trunk."

"Robin, the trunk and it's contents were worth at least ten thousand
dollars." Asshole! Her grandmother's diamond ring was in that box.

Robin tripped and almost fell. He looked like he was chokinig. "Honey,
I'm sorry. I was just so excited about selling a painting."

Mindy walked away from her husband. It was that or say something she
might regret. Her stupid husband had sold this man a private painting
done back when they were courting.
Worse, if the man knew what he was doing, he had really been after the
trunk. Or maybe he didn't know what he was doing?

**************

Mindy turned her bmw onto the Harlem exit. At least Harlem wasn't as
scary as it used to be. They even had a Starbucks. She'd never come here
at night, but she still had several hours of daylight to find this junk
dealer who'd bought the trunk. 

Her husband had remembered that the junk dealer was an older black man
in a run down pick-up trunk. The sign on the truck's door had read,
"Foxx and Son." It was easy to find the address in the phone book.

The junk yard was easy to find. Unfortunately, the truck wasn't on the
junk lot, but the house had lights on. Hopefully someone was home.

Mindy parked her car on the lot, got out, and locked the doors. She
looked suspiciously around the neighborhood. This part of Harlem hadn't
caught up with the economic boom of the rest of Harlem.  

Mindy rang the doorbell. She peered through the curtain on the door
window, but saw nothing. She rang the bell again. A shadowy figure sat
up on the couch. The man rubbed his eyes. She knocked this time. "Hold
on, hold on. I'm coming, dummy," yelled a gravely voice.
The man stood up and waddled over to the door pulling it open. He did a
double take and looked Mindy up and down. It wasn't everyday
a smartly dressed white woman with the body of a penthouse pet knocked
on doors in this neighborhood. "Mr Foxx?"

""Yeah, that's me. Call me Fred. Come on in." 
Mr Foxx was an unattractive old black man. He was shorter then Mindy,
heavyset with a large gut. He had large hands which hung down to his
sides and he waddled when he walked. He wore a plaid shirt and
suspenders held up dirty trousers. He was a scruffy hairy man. He had a
curly white beard and hair. Whisps of hair formed sideburns down his
cheeks. His skin was light brown. "What can I do you for, Mrs...?"

"Dawber. My husband says he sold you a valuable... I mean nostalgic
family heirloom trunk of mine at a yard sale today."

Fred's eyes grew wide and he ran them up and down her body. "You is the
chick on the painting. You got your hair cut. I liked it better long."

Mindy sighed, though she was a little flattered he didn't seem to
realize that the picture was over ten years old. "Yes, it's me, but I'm
really here for the trunk."

"You mean that trunk?" The old man pointed at her trunk sitting over
beside a staircase leading to the second floor.

"Yes, thank god, that trunk. You see my husband was not supposed to sell
it. It wasn't even his to sell. I need to get it back."

"Sounds like you married a big dummy."

"I brought your two hundred dollars back."

"Mrs Dawber, my business may be junk, but we both know that trunk ain't
junk." Fred pointed towards the coffee table by the couch. An antique
price guide was open on it and there was a picture of the antique
Waterford lamp that had been in the trunk. 

Mindy sighed. "How much do you want for it?"

"Lets start the negotiating." Fred rubbed his big brown hands together.
He even had hairy white knuckles, the man was so hirsute. "Please have a
seat." He held his hand out towards the old couch. It was dirty and
dusty like the rest of the room. Fred waddled off into the kitchen. He
came back with a bottle and two glasses. "Negotiating booze," he
declared.

Mindy had never heard of the wine before. Ripple must be some cheap
brand. Fred sat beside her and filled the glasses full. She took a sip
and scrunched up her face. "How much, Mr Foxx?"

"Twelve thousand for the trunk and it's contents."

Mindy choked and took a sip of ripple. "That's crazy, sir."

"I know. I know. I aint know dummy. We is negotiating. Make me a counter
offer."

"Five hundred."

"Nope. Cheers." Fred clanked his glass against hers and took a big swig.
"Drink up," he said, tipping the bottom of the glass so that she drank
more then a sip. He refilled both glasses when she sat hers down.

"I might let it go for ten thousand."

"Seven hundred."

"No deal. Cheers."

Mindy drank up. Ripple was strong stuff. already she could feel her head
getting dizzy. 
She held her hand over her glass when Mr Foxx tried to refill it. "No
more, I have to drive home tonight."

Fred moved her hand. "We drink as long as we are negotiating. When we
make a deal, we kill the bottle. If you want, we can continue tomorrow.
Buts, I already have a potential buyer for the watch and doll."

"Damn you, you sly old fox, Foxx." Mindy supressed a giggle. "Just tell
me the lowest you'll go."

"Five grand."

"I can't afford that. One thousand is the most I can spare."

"No deal. Drink up." Fred banged their glasses and watched her as she
gulped some down. He poured more ripple into her glass. "That trunk
really mean so much to you, Mrs Dawber?"

So much, Fred and call me Mindy."

"Mindy," he said resting his big palm on her bare knee.

"The trunk is very important to me, Fred." Mindy picked his hand off her
knee and held it between her hands.

"One thousand on one condition."

"What's that?"

"I want you to pose for me, like in the picture."

"You want to paint me?" She released his hand.

"No, I want to take your picture with my camera. I never seen a woman as
good looking as you."

"You mean, nude?"

"Yeah, I mean nude. Just likes in the painting. Lie on my couch, smile
at me, and lets me take yo picture."

Mindy would get back ten thousand dollars worth of antiques for one
grand and all she had to do was pose nude for a perverted old black man.
"Agreed."

"Deal." Fred gleefully picked their glasses up and drank. MIndy drained
her glass. She'd need the confidence. When she was empty, she found Fred
holding the bottle out to her. They exchanged swigs. "Go ahead and
change. I'll be in the kitchen. Call me when you is ready." Fred waddled
off.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," mumbled Mindy as she unzipped her
skirt. "Stupid Robin." She removed the jacket and blouse. Her hands were
shaking and she was drunkenly swaying as she unhooked her bra. She sat
and slid her panties down. She laid down on the couch. I'm gonna need a
bath tonight,' she thought grimacing at the dirty couch touching her
nude body. "Ready," she yelled. Mindy gulped. No man, but her husband
had seen her nude for eleven years.

Fred walked out of the kitchen and around to the couch. Almost
immediately he clutched his heart and held his arm out like he was
having a heart attack. Mindy was flattered by his overacting. "Just
hurry up, so I can get out of here."

"Of course, Mindy." Fred held up and old non-digital camera and snapped
several pictures. She was lying just like the painting, on her side,
with her arm propping her head up.
 
The perverted old man reached down and adjusted himself. She smirked,
but her eyes followed the hand down. The thing he adjusted looked
enormous. He took her picture as she stared wide-eyed at his bulge. Fred
put the camera down. "We done?" she asked.

"Nope, no deal."

"Don't you back out now,, you old cheat." Mindy sat up, her heavy
breasts swaying.

"The deal was, I'd take your picture just like the painting. You don't
look the same."

The only thing different was the hair cut. "I can't grow my hair for
you."

"No, but you can lose some hair." Fred walked over and reached down
running her pubes between his fingers. 
 
Mindy pushed his hand away. "You want me to shave?"

"Bathroom's under the stairs."

"Then we have a deal?"

"Yep. There's some disposable razors under the sink."

Mindy retrieved her clothes and held them across her torso as she walked
over to the bathroom. She easily found the razors and some cream. The
bathroom was dirty, filled with a dozen toilet paper roll tubes that
hadn't been thrown away. The toilet looked like it hadn't been scrubbed
in years. Beside the toilet was a stack of pornography magazines. The
magazines Mindy could see covered nearly every vice. There was a girl on
girl, anal pleasure, mature mothers, and double E titties among others.

Mindy ran warm water in the sink and lathered up her pubic hair. She was
quite bushy, She rarely bothered even trimming her pubes since she never
wore a swimsuit. Luckily, there had been small scissors beside the sink
so she could trim her hair back. She grimaced at thr thought of having
her crotch itch as the hair slowly grew back. It might even be better
just to keep it shaved. She rinsed herself off and added lather to a few
spots she had missed. Mindy looked at herself in the mirror and for a
brief moment, she hated herself. Had she really become so shallow as to
degrade herself over ten thousand dollars? The answer, she knew, was
yes.

Mindy came out of the bathroom holding her clothes over her crotch and
her arms across her breasts. Fred was sitting back in a recliner and she
thought he might have fallen asleep, but one eye popped open. He stood
up and grabbed the camera. "Ready to try this again?"

"Is this satisfactory, you old lech," said Mindy dropping her clothes.

"It sho is." Fred sucked his lower lip inside his mouth as his eyes
stared hungrily at her body with her newly shaved crotch. "Can I touch
it? Is it as smooth as it looks?"

"No, you can't touch it and yes it's smooth." Mindy laid down on the
couch again. "Lets just get this overwith."

Fred snapped four or five more pictures. "Baby, you is so fine, you is
like fine art."

"Thank you, Mr Foxx and now we're done." Mindy sat up and pulled her
panties on. Her bra followed. Clad in her underwear, she walked over to
the trunk, pulled it out from the wall. It was lighter then she
remembered. With trepidation, Mindy opened the latch. It was empty!
"Where's my stuff, Foxx?"

"I pawned the doll already. The rest is here and there."

"I thought we had a deal."

"We did. You got the trunk and it's contents. It just happened to be
empty. Heh heh."

"Bastard! Where's my lamp? Where's the watch?" The trunk alone wasn't
worth the thousand she had paid, let alone letting Fred take pictures of
her.

"I might be willing to sell them to you."

"I paid you all I could spare."

"Then lets start negotiating. I'll get some more ripple."

"Wait! I couldn't drink another drop." Mindy still felt dizzy and light
headed from the strong booze. "Besides, I have nothing left to negotiate
with."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," said Fred reaching up and squeezing her bra
covered breasts.

"Hands off," growled Mindy, slapping his hands away.

"You haven't heard my offer yet." Fred held his big hands up
appologetically. "I wants you to gets me off." He patted the obscene
bulge under his jeans.

"No way am I sucking your dick, old man."

"Suck it, give me a hand job, wrap your breasts around it, I don't
fucking care, ok. I just wants you to get me off. It's all big and hard
watching you prance around here nekkid and in your undies like some
cheap whore."

"You made me strip!" Mindy was practically foaming at the mouth, she was
so indignant.

"I can't make you do nuthin you don'ts wants ta do. Gets me off and the
watch is yours." Fred pulled the antique pocket watch out of his pocket
and checked the time. "Let me sink my dingdong in that sweet white pussy
of yours and you can have the lamp too and I knows it's waterford
crystal."

Mindy suddenly smirked as a plan came to mind. She'd trick him just like
he tricked her with the trunk. "Where's the lamp?"

"Right over there on that shelf," said Fred pointing. His hands were
shaking with excitement as he thought she was considering
letting him fuck her.

Mindy nodded and smiled. "Alright deal, but we'll just start with me
getting you off, then see where it goes."

"Fred, this is yo lucky day." Fred pulled his suspenders over his
shoulders. "One thing though, you gots to be nekkid again." He pulled
his shirt out of his jeans.

"Like this?" Mindy smiled at him as she slid her bra straps down and her
big Dcups were freed.
She then bent to push her panties down. Fred reached out and cupped her
breasts. He swirled her nipples around his fingers. His big hands nearly
covered her large breasts. She looked down at the tufts of gray hair
growing from his knuckles. Mindy suddenly squeezed her legs together as
moisture started to drip down her thighs. Mindy felt a flush of shame as
she realized having her breasts played with was starting to turn her on.
Her nipples were now completely hard. "Enough!" She pushed his hands
away again. "Lets get down to business. Why don't you sit on the couch?"

Fred sat and kicked his old brown shoes off. Then he unbuttoned his
trousers. "You takes it out and don't be scared."

Mindy harumphed and kneeled between Fred's legs. He was opening his
shirt which exposed his large beer gut. Whisps of gray hair covered his
chest and ran down under his belly button.
Mindy hid her disgust and kept smiling as she pulled his pant's flaps
open. "Lift up, big boy," she said reaching under his waist. Fred lifted
his hips and she yanked his pants down. Mindy was surprised when an
erect penis didn't pop out. "What the...?" The gray hair ran down from
his belly button and bushed up at his crotch. It even ran up the base of
his shaft like little sideburns. The shaft looked as thick as her
wrists. "What the...?" She said again. Mindy reached in and grabbed the
shaft. His penis was caught in his pants and bent downward. "No way,"
she said when she saw how far down the bulge extended. She pulled on the
shaft while pulling down on his pants with her free hand. His penis
smacked her chin and made her teeth grind together. "No way," she
whispered as she pulled back away from it. "No fucking way."

"My dingdong sho is one ugly piece of black meat, but it is a big
monster," said Fred proudly. 
A monster she was gripping! Mindy quickly released it in fear.  Big and
ugly didn't do it justice. It's entire length had to be close to
thirteen inches long. The hair ran several inches up from the base along
the sides just like the old man's sideburns on his face. The brown shaft
was crisscrossed by large blue-black veins and covered in little bumps.
Ugliest of all, was the tip. He was uncircumsized, at least that was
what Mindy assumed having only seen Robin's little circumsized penis.
His foreskin was darker and blacker then his skin. It was wrinkly like a
prune. His entire penis was very streamlined. It was straight as a
missle where as Robin's had a curve to it. The head looked only slightly
bigger then the thick shaft. The thickness of his penis was pretty
uniform the whole length only bulging out around the ugly black turtle
neck.

"Go ahead and touch it. "I can tell you aint seen a cock like mine
before." Fred chuckled when Mindy shook her head while still staring
wide eyed at his penis. "Don't compare to that pony-tailed hippie
husband of yours does it?"

"No, his is tiny compared to..." Mindy stopped not wanting to talk ill
of her husband. Mindy reached back out for the shaft and noticed how big
Fred's balls were. There were sized for a thirteen inch penis, each
bigger then Robin's entire scrotum, wrinkly like the foreskin and
covered in gray hair.

"You be careful there missy, black cocks have been known to ruin white
women." Fred laughed.

Mindy grabbed it and ran her hand up to the foreskin. She pulled it
back. His cock may have been ugly, but the head was beautiful. It was
swollen and hard, smooth as her newly shaved crotch. It looked like a
plum, glistening wetly from copious amounts of fluid flowing from the
large slit at the tip.

How do I make this thing cum? she asked herself. Do I suck it? Maybe I
should take the head in my mouth and jerk the rest of it? Mindy shook
her head. What was she thinking? She had no intention of getting him
off. She brought her face down to it and felt Fred stiffen up as he
anticipated her sucking it. Mindy to a whiff of it and wrinkled her
nose. It really did stink of sweat and cum. She leaned forward again and
sniffed it. "Phew! This ain't going to work Mr Foxx. You need to go wash
up first."

"Wash up? I had a bath two days ago." He looked desperate at the thought
she wasn't going to play with it.

"It's that or you can get your dingdong off yourself." I wonder how much
sperm those big testicles must produce, she wondered.

"Alright. Alright." Fred got up off the couch, his huge cock brushing
Mindy's face and leaving a wet trail across her cheek. He turned and
entered the same bathroom she had shaved herself in.

"Sucker," she whispered. "Who is the big dummy now?" Mindy gathered up
her clothes and held them to her chest as she pulled the pocket watch
out of his jeans. She grabbed the crystal lamp and headed for the door.
Mindy pulled the door open and froze at the sight of another old black
man blocking her exit.

"Well well well," said the old black man in a raspy voice. He ran his
bulging eyes up and down her body. "Fred was right, you do look like a
stripper."

"Grady," yelled Fred coming out of the bathroom. "Keep her there while I
call the police. She's trying to rob me."

"Oh, this lovely lady ain't going nowhere Fred." Grady grinned evilly
and tried to ogle Mindy's body, but she was holding her clothes across
her torso.

"Wait!" Mindy looked over at Fred frantically. "Don't call the police."
How the hell did I get in this mess? wondered Mindy.

Fred put the phone down. "I wont call the cops. But the deal is changed
now. You suck my black dingdong and I wont have you arrested."

"You tell her Fred." Grady rubbed his hands together gleefully. "I want
to see those white lips of hers swallowing that big black cock of
yours." Grady stroked his beard and stared at Fred's penis. It hadn't
shrunk in the least. "Thanks for calling me. Did this slut really shave
for you?"

"Show him," said Fred walking over to and sitting on his couch.

Mindy sighed and resigned herself to her fate. She dropped her clothes
and placed the antiques on a nearby stand. Grady immediately flung his
hand out and rubbed her newly shaved crotch. Mindy stepped back away
from the lecherous old man. There was something creepy about him that
made Fred seem safe.

"Come on, my dingdong's gettin all impatient. It aint been sucked since
my Elizabeth passed away years ago." Fred spread his legs, his straight
cock sticking out between them.

Mindy sobbed. She turned and kneeled working her way up between the fat
black man's legs. The carpet underneath his penis had a wet spot from
wear the head was dripping fluid. Once again, she took the monster in
her hands and used one to pull the foreskin back. "I can't believe, I'm
going to do this," she mumbled while staring at it.

"Just give it a little kiss first to say hello." Fred chuckled and
reached to the side for his bottle of ripple. He took a swig while
waiting for her. "Just a kiss and look up at me while you do it."

Mindy leaned down and noticed that it did smell better. At least he had
washed it while in the bathroom. Mindy gulped and poised her lips on the
head. She puckered them, kissed, and held her lips there while her eyes
moved to look up at Fred.

"Cheese!" Grady took her picture. He had grabbed Fred's camera and was
standing behind the couch leaning over Fred.

"What did you do that for?" Mindy was horrified.

"Just so you can't accuse me of anything." Fred's meaty black hand came
up and rested on Mindy's head, pulling her back to his crotch.
"Grady's gonna take some pictures of us. We're the only ones gonna see
dem. Don't worry." And it'll give me some leverage, baby. I might have
you come back once a week to take care of my dingdong. "Now get to
suckin."

Mindy poised her lips back on his cockhead. This time, she opened them
and tried to slip his cockhead into her mouth. She felt precum squirt
across her tongue. It didn't taste bad. More filled her mouth. The huge
shaft sure worked overtime to lubricate itself, but it still wasn't
enough. Mindy pulled back and began licking around the head. She heard
Fred moan and the shutter of the camera clicked again.

Mindy crinkled her nose as she licked down over the stretched foreskin.
It still stank a little, but she didn't stop. Her tongue licked further
down, running across bumps and veins pulsing with blood. She licked near
to the base, but stopped when she tasted the hair growing up the side.
She licked back up, slobbering to make it good and wet. As she reached
the top,
She stretched her jaw wide and swallowed the head.

Mindy heard Fred moan again, softer and feminine this time. It wasn't
him! The sounds were coming from her throat. "Now you're gettin into it.
You're gettin turned on sucking my dingdong." Fuck! He was right! Her
nipples were aching, they were stretched so tight. Her clit quivered as
a drip ran down it to fall to the carpet. Her senses had never seemed so
alive.

Mindy bobbed her head, sucking and licking around the tip of his cock.
She heard the camera shutter to her right, then behind her, then to her
left. She even heard it down under her, like Grady had shoved it under
her legs.

Mindy was starting to enjoy herself, but she also wanted to get away
from these two perverted old black men. She started sucking more
rapidly, remembering her younger days when she did this more often. She
relaxed her throat and let the thick cockhead glide in and out of it.
She still couldn't swallow enough to make this go faster. She stroked
the base of his shaft while sucking half his big cock. Her other hand
hefted and squeezed the large hairy testicles. Fred reacted by bucking
his hips each time she swallowed him. He's got to cum soon, she thought.
No man can take this pace and last long.

Mindy jumped and almost gagged when she felt a hand on her crotch. She
wanted to protest, but Fred gripped the back of her head and moved her
up and down his crotch again. Grady was rubbing his hand all over her
shaven crotch again. His arm was between her legs, the largest finger
reaching up to her bellybutton.
The fingers slid down, his hand pressed against her wet slit. The finger
slipped to her nub and rubbed her clit. Mindy's body jumped again, but
she didn't slow the pace of her bobbing head, even when the finger
slipped deep inside her.

Mindy pushed against it. A tear ran down her cheek. Oh god, I am a slut,
she thought as she actually started humping his finger. His finger
became two and she moaned at the increased thickness. Grady's thumb
pressed against her anus, pushing it open. Mindy's crotch exploded in
orgasm, soaking Grady's hand. She gagged around Fred's cock, trying to
cry out in pleasure. Mindy couldn't take it and was forced to quit
sucking Fred's cock while the orgasm continued to rack her body.

Fred reached down and hefted her breasts. He roughly pulled her forwards
by her breasts until his cock was meshed between them. He squeezed her
breasts around his cock and bucked his hips. He was teasing her nipples
as he fucked her breasts. Mindy kissed and licked his cockhead each time
it slid past her mouth. She could actually feel another orgasm growing,
but unfortunately Grady must have grown tired of fingering her because
he removed is hands. Soon it was replaced by something much thicker.
Mindy felt her pussy lips spread open as a very thick cockhead pushed
it's way inside.

"No! We can't fuck! Oh wow that's big. I mean it. I'm married. So
fucking big. Can't fuck your big cock so deep in my pussy it's making
me... Cum!"

Grady aimed the camera down at her ass and his dark shaft, now
glistening with her juices as he slid it deeper and deeper into her
pussy. When he was done, he handed the camera over her back to Fred.
Grady grabbed her hips and pulled her back into his crotch. This forced
Mindy down so that her tits weren't wrapped around Fred's cock anymore,
but made it easier for her to suck Fred again.

Mindy couldn't tell how big Grady was. He wasn't anywhere near Fred's
size, but he was certainly inches longer then her husband and much
thicker. The size was a new experience and had quickly triggered her
second orgasm. She could even feel Grady's cock pushing her cervix in as
he ground his crotch tight against hers.
 
Mindy was so caught up in getting so fully fucked, she failed to noticed
Fred's cock had swollen until she choked on it. He was finally getting
close. This old man had far outlasted her husband or several of her high
school boyfriends.

Hot sperm filled her throat, flowing into her belly. She had forgotten
how warm it was. She pulled back and looked up. The camera went off in
her face as her cheeks bulged out with sperm. She swallowed, surprised
that the taste didn't repulse her. It was good actually and she moaned
as she swallowed the next load. Grady gave a hard thrust that hit her
cervix and forced Fred's cock out of her mouth. Sperm covered her face,
dripping down her nose and over her lips. Her tongue ran over her lips
lapping it up.

"Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, this is some good pussy. Fuck yeah." Grady's was
rasping as he fucked her. The black man grabbed her hair and pulled
back, thrusting Mindy's breasts out. Fred shot his last few wads across
her breasts. One nipple disappeared entirely under a milky white glob of
sperm. "Tight white pussy milking my black cock."

"Grady ah don't oh cum in me. Ah.  Not on the ah pill."

"Fuck yeah," said Grady again as his hot seed hosed her cervix. 

Mindy had never felt anything so good and she came for the third time.
Her contractions dipped into his still squirting sperm taking his seed
deep into her fertile womb. Every blast of Grady's powerful sperm was
greedily taken in by her hungry womb.

Mindy felt Grady's cock wither and shrink until it plopped out of her
pussy. Sperm immediately began leaking out. She placed her palms on
Fred's knees and pushed herself to her feet. Mindy's head felt light and
she almost fell. "Gotta go get back to my husband," she said, shaking
her head to clear it. "Can I have my stuff now?"

"No dummy, it's my stuff." Fred stood, his nude body almost touching
hers. He reached out and rubbed his sperm into her breast. "Deal was
that I wouldn't call the cops if you gave me a blowjob. You still gotta
earn the stuff."

"Keep it." Mindy shook her head. "I'm too drunk to drive. Can I call my
husband to come get me?"

"I'll call him. Why don't we go upstairs and rest till he gets here?"
Fred took her hand and led her to the stairs. Grady grabbed the camera
and followed behind them. He squeezed her ass cheeks to keep her from
falling backwards.

Fred led Mindy into a bedroom and he turned on the lights. It was as
dirty and filled with junk as the rest of the house. A stand beside the
bed held a photograph of a younger Fred and a woman that must have been
his dead wife.

"Oh goody, a bed," mumbled Mindy. "Wake me when my hubby gets here." She
closed her eyes and almost fell asleep. She was rolled onto her back and
adjusted on the bed. Her legs were pulled apart, then pushed up as
someoen lifted her under the knees. "Let me sleep," she mumbled. "Ugh,"
she grunted as something large forced it's way past her already
stretched labia. Mindy heard the click of the camera again and opened
her eyes.

The first thing she saw was herself. Or the picture of herself. The nude
painting had been removed from it's frame and nailed to the ceiling
above Fred's bed. Mindy looked down her body. Her breasts were hanging
over her sides and she could see her belly undulating down towards her
crotch. Fred was kneeling between her legs trying to work his monster
cock inside her. Worse, her shameless body was raising itself into his
thrusts. Her pussy was doing all it could to accomodate Fred's cock. It
made squishing noises with each thrust. "How's my dingdong feel in that
tight white pussy?"

"Full," was all Mindy could think to say. "Can't take much more." Mindy
was thankful Grady had stretched her out earlier.

"Elizabeth was the only woman I met who could take it all."

"Let me have the lamp and I'll take it all."

"Ouch! You is a good negotiator. We gots a deal. I'm gonna enjoy ruining
your hubby's pussy." Fred's cockhead reached her cervix and he pushed.

Mindy felt her cervix stretch wide and she almost passed out. She wanted
the lamp and she ignored the pain, stretching her legs as wide open as
possible. The hairy last few inches of Fred's shaft disappeared in her
pussy and their crotches ground together. Mindy could feel every
powerful inch of the huge black cock inside her. Her eyes flew open and
she stared at Fred. "Ohmygod! Fuck me, fuck me now. Fuck me hard."

Mindy's pussy exploded in orgasm when Fred slid his cock nearly all the
way out. The orgasm expanded as he thrust forward. A big, floppy cock
smacked against her nose. Grady kneeled beside her. He hefted his cock
and aimed down. "Don't you dare, Grady, you old fool."
Grady harumphed at Fred. He pushed his limp cockhead against Mindy's
mouth. She swallowed it, working her tongue around it while Fred fucked
her. Grady's cockhead swelled, soon hardening. The old man did have a
large cock, maybe ten or eleven inches. 

Mindy licked the underside of Grady's cock for awhile before saying,
"Let's roll over. I want to fuck you now." Fred pulled out and the two
switched places. Mindy straddled him and lowered herself over the
monster cock. "I love your big black cock," she screamed as she took it
all. Mindy laid down across Fred's large belly and stuck her tongue down
the old man's throat. She only stopped French kissing the old man when
she had another orgasm. Mindy arched her back as she cried out in orgasm
and found Grady's cock being shoved in her mouth again. She sucked
Grady's cock with a mad fervor as she bounced in Fred's lap. Mindy was
filled with a strong desire to please these men as best she could to
thank them for all the pleasure they'd given her.

"POP! What the hell is going on?"

Fred took his mouth off Mindy's elongated nipple. "What's it look like
I'm doing you big dummy? I'm fucking me some white pussy. Why don't you
join us?"

"What do I do?"

"Demond, you dummy, there's still one hole left."

Mindy spit Grady's cock out long enough to look over her shoulder.
Demond must be the son of "Foxx and Son" she guessed, though they looked
nothing alike. The son was in his thirties and had much darker skin then
Fred's. He was also pretty fit and less hairy though he wore a dark
black mustache. He was already stripping.

Grady guided Mindy's head back to his cock and she took the tip back in
her mouth. Mindy gasped when she felt something push against her anus.
No one had ever touched her there before until Grady and now Demond. It
was apparently a finger. Demond had coated it with some kind of lotion
and was coating her anus with it. Mindy was surprised when she had a
small orgasm as he pushed his finger inside her.

Everything stopped. Fred held her still and Grady pulled his cock out of
her mouth, stroking it in front of her face. The finger disppeared from
her ass and Mindy felt her ass cheeks being spread apart. A large knob
slid up her crack, leaving a wet trail of lotion behind it. The knob
came to rest on her little puckered anus. She felt pressure on her ass.
Her rosebud stretched, reluctant to open. The pressure grew, forcing her
anus to open. Mindy gasped in pain as it felt like her asshole was be
ripped open. She sighed as Demond's big cockhead slid into her.

Mindy was ready to scream in pain when a big wave of sperm splattered
against her face. Grady's cock had exploded. The old man leered at her
excitedly as he pushed his cock back in her mouth. She could see drool
running into Grady's beard as he pumped more sperm into her mouth. Mindy
gulped it greedily. Grady was chuckling as his cock withered in her
mouth. He climbed off the bed and retrieved the camera.

Mindy moaned as Demond's cock slid deeper. It pushed against Fred's
penis, just a thin layer of flesh seperating the two massive cocks. Fred
couldn't take lying still anymore and started bucking his hips. Demond
began fucking her ass. His crotch had never touched her butt cheeks.
Thankfully, he hadn't tried to force it all in. Soon the pain faded as
her stretched ass grew used to the invader. Mindy suddenly felt an
overwhelming sense of fufillment. She began fuckiing both cocks back as
best she could.

"Damn pop, where'd you find this one?"

"Regular cock loving slut isn't she?" Fred's face was right in her
breasts and he alternated squeezing and sucking on each. "Look up, son."

Demond looked up as he ass fucked Mindy.
"It's the girl in the picture! It was her loser husband sold us the
trunk. Sorry Miss." 

Mindy laughed. "Don't be. He is a loser. He's never fucked me like this.
His prick isn't half as big as either of yours. Your big black cocks
fill me so good. I love fucking you. I love having your cock in my ass.
Don't ever stop fucking me.

"Sorry," groaned Fred. "Gotta stop sometime." Fred shoved his cock deep,
plugging her cervix and hosing her womb with millions of fertile sperm.
Mindy screamed is pleasure as she had her biggest orgasm of the day. Her
contractions squeezed Fred's cock milking it for every drop of his seed.

Fred lay still, gasping for breath as Demond began moving his cock
again. Mindy laid still too, sprawled across Fred's big hairy belly.
She felt her rectum open and close as Demond worked his cock back and
forth. She felt Fred's cock shrink in her pussy. It slipped through her
cervix, which closed, trapping his semen in her womb. She heard the
click of the camera shutter as Grady took close ups of Demond's cock in
her ass. She heard Demond groan as he pushed his cock as deep as it
would go. Her ass was suddenly flooded with sperm. Demond's cock jerked
nearly half a dozen times. Each jerk sent another wad of sperm deep in
her bowels.

"Off me. I gotta pee," groaned Fred.

Demond pulled out and staggered backwards. Fred pushed her off him and
waddled over to a nearby bathroom. Grady snuck up to where Mindy laid,
gasping for air. He took a close up of her gaping pussy. Grady cackled
and grinned at her evily. He took a glance around the room and saw
Demond wasn't paying attention. Mindy watched the creepy old man heft
his long soft cock. He pointed it at her tits and a stream of urine shot
out the end. "Hey!" she cried, as Grady aimed the stream down to her
hairless crotch, then up to her face.

"Grady, you sicko dummy," cried Fred entering the room. "That's my bed
you is peeing on. Get the fuck outa here." 

Mindy wiped urine off her face with her arm as Fred chased Grady out the
door. Fred was shaking his fist at Grady who laughed as he ran down the
steps. Demond came over to her and held out his hand. "Sorry, Grady
likes to piss on women after fucking them. There's something wrong with
his head. Come I'll show you the shower."

Mindy climbed in the shower, still woozy from the booze and cumming so
much. She let the hot water wash the urine away, then she soaped a cloth
and wiped the sperm off her face, nipples, and thighs. 

The curtain pulled aside and Demond stepped in. "Thought I'd join you."
He grabbed the bar of soap and put it in her hand. "Why don't you wash
my cock off?"

Limp, his cock hung down nine inches. Mindy bent and ran the soap along
his shaft. Soon, she was stroking it with just her soapy hands. Demond's
cock lengthened and hardened. He clearly took after his father in the
size department. She let the shower rinse the soap off as she stared at
his hard shaft. "Your cock is beautiful, Demond," she stated in awe.
Where his father's cock had been ugly, Demond's was streamlined and
perfect. He was circumsized and no hair grew up the shaft. Mindy looked
up at him with all seriousness. "I have to suck it," she said.

"Be my guest," answered Demond, though Mindy had already started licking
the head.

Mindy took her time with Demond's cock. She wasn't sucking it in a
sexual frenzy, she was worshipping it with her mouth. She squeezed her
lips tight as she sucked, teasing the head with her tongue. She barely
knew Demond, yet she wanted to give him the best blow job, he'd ever
had. He was pleased with her performance too. He was grunting out a
"Damn!" or "Fuck, that's good," every minute or so. All to soon, he
filled her mouth with his delicious seed. Mindy greedily swallowed every
drop of her third taste of a black man's cum.  

Demond dried her off. He took his time, letting his hands explore her
body. When he was done, his cock was sticking straight out again.
He led her to his bedroom and the pair fucked all night in many
positions. Demond's cock was every bit as good as his father's, but the
son didn't have the huge gut Fred had, getting in the way. Three more
loads of sperm filled Mindy's womb that night.

Mindy's head hurt from the ripple as she stumbled downstairs. Fred was
in the kitchen fixing breakfast. "Where's Demond?" he asked, handing her
a plate filled with bacon and eggs.

"I let him sleep in." Mindy found she was starving and wolfed down the
food.

"Wore the big dummy out, huh?" he asked. "How about you?"

"Actually, aside from a headache, I feel great. Like a new woman. That
was the best night of my life. Thank you Mr Foxx."

"Don't mention it."

"I gotta get going. My husband is probably freaking." Mindy walked over
to her trunk and placed the lamp in it.

"I'll help ya." Fred grabbed one end of the trunk and carried it out to
her bmw. Together they placed it in her car. "Hey Mindy."

Mindy looked down as Fred placed something in her hand. She smiled as
she saw her grandfather's pocketwatch. She looked up at Fred and saw him
holding up her grandmother's ring. "Thank you," she said taking it.
Mindy kissed Fred on the cheek and was surprised to see the old man
actually blush.

Fred waddled over to a fold out chair by his door. He picked up a fly
swatter and was swatting flys as she drove off.

When Mindy got home, she found a note about dinner from her husband. He
had assumed she'd gotten home late and left before he got up for school.
"Robin, you big dummy," she muttered. She called in sick for work and
got some much needed sleep.

At dinner that night, Robin picked up a glass of wine. He choked when he
tasted it. "Where'd you find this crap?"

"It's called ripple." Mindy looked at her husband sitting across the
table from her. The fool had no idea there was trouble in paradise.
Mindy had needs now, Needs his prick couldn't satisfy anymore. She'd
need to find a black cock to take care of her, but she didn't know many
blacks. There was Jorge Jefferson who owned the local drycleaners. A
business owner would certainly be moving on up from a junk dealer. Jorge
was married though and might not want an affair.

"What's on your mind, dear?" asked Robin.

Mindy was startled out of her daydreaming. She suddenly had an idea.
Robin was showing off a new artist at his gallery. "I was thinking about
that new artist you're selling. The one from Harlem. He paints all the
slinky black people."

"Yes, Jay Jay Walker. He's dynamite right now. We're doing a show with
him next week."

"I think I'll come to the show. He's very talented. I'd like to meet
him." 

If all went according to plan, Jay Jay would show her lots of good
times.

The End

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