Legba The Lecher
Tales of The Loa
copyright 2004 by Stormbringer 


"Professor! Professor, I think I've found something."

Professor Kwame Jones walked over to the rim of the dig site and looked
down at Theresa. "Well my dear, what is it?"

"It looks like a really big penis."

The college students watching the exchange laughed as did Theresa.
Professor Jones was less amused. They were outside a cave in Benin,
Africa. Five NYU students had joined him on an Easter break dig for
extra credit. The students were all white though his class was in
African studies. They were the only ones with the free time over Easter.
The cave was sacred to the Yoruba who thought their gods dwelled within,
deep inside the bowels of the earth. The team was forbidden from
entering the cave, but the Benin government had allowed the group to dig
outside the caves. Many offerings had been left in the surrounding area
for centuries.

"Do be careful, my dear. Your penis could be a valuable artifact." 

Theresa chipped away at the dirt surrounding the shaft. It appeared to
be your typical primitive culture phallic symbol. A long penis curving
upwards, a sign of virility, stamina, and fertility. This penis was old,
but very well preserved and amazingly detailed. The shaft had a vein
running it's length and it actually contained a goudge where the
pee-slit was. Theresa chipped away under the shaft and testicles began
to appear. They were large to go with the over-sized penis.

It took three hours for the jar to be unearthed. Professor Jones climbed
down into the pit and gazed upon the figurine. "My god, it's as big as a
two liter bottle of coke. I've never seen a figurine this big. The
figure of a black tribesman was carved into the side of the jar. It's
penis was so oversized, it formed the handle for the jar. "Good work,
Theresa."

"I think we can move it, sir," said Theresa. 

"Yes, my dear." Jones gazed at the figure in awe. It was the find of a
lifetime. "We need to be careful. "Pick it up, but be careful. NO!
Sorry, don't pick it up by the penis. Gently work your hands under the
jar, then lift it. Here, let me assist."

Kwame placed both hands under the jar and lifted. Dirt fell away to the
sides as the jar came up. Unfortunately, the lid was loose. It slid off
and tumbled to break on the ground.

"Shit! Oh no," mumbled the professor as a cloud of dust from inside the
jar rose up into his face. The professor coughed. "Odd, it smells like
tobacco. That would put the contents only a few centuries old, but the
jar appears much older." The professor suddenly felt dizzy. He started
wobbling on his feet. "Jesus, Theresa, don't let the jar fall." Things
were going dark. He stumbled. The great weight in his arms disappeared
as he fell.

Theresa grabbed the valuable statue just as the big black man went down.
"Professor!" screamed Theresa looking down at the prone black man. Kwame
was foaming at the mouth.

The two male college students grabbed Kwame's arms and lifted him up.
They struggled with the dead weight, but managed to get him over the
sides of the pit. The two young men climbed out, lifted the professor up
by his arms, and carried him back to camp.

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

Eva opened one of the professor's eyes noticing it wasn't as dialated.
"I think he just had a severe allergic reaction." She pulled the
professor's shirt off over his head. "Wow, for an old guy, the
professor's in better shape then you two." 

The two men who had carried the professor inside Eva's tent, snorted,
but she was right. The professor was close to sixty. His kinky hair was
mostly gray and he'd gone unshaven during this expedition. Gray hair
covered his chin. His bare chest looked like it belonged on a
heavyweight boxer many years younger. His skin was very dark.

Eva moved her hands down and unbuckled the professor's belt, then
unsnapped his pants. He had a bulge in his jeans she couldn't help
noticing. The bulge was so prominant, it looked like a snake running
down one leg. Her elbow inadvertantly brushed it and the thing seemed to
swell a little. Eva found herself wishing her husband had a dick that
big. Anyway, if he could get an erection, he must not be too bad off. "I
think he'll be alright in a little while. You can join the others." The
two men left.
   
Eva was an older college student. She was in school thanks to an army
scholarship. In the army she'd learned some field medicine and that's
why the sick black man now rested on the picnic table in her tent. Eva
was twentyfive. She had a lean athletic figure. Her figure was nearly a
perfect hourglass, but her breasts were a small 34A. She'd kept her
curly black hair short even after leaving the army and was a bit of a
tom boy. She'd fallen in love with a man she served with in the army,
and that's why she had left the service.

Professor Jones suddenly broke out in a sweat. His skin started
glistening. Eva laid her hand on his chest. He felt hot. He was
feverish. She had a bath sponge nearby which she dipped into a bucket of
water and she began soaking the black man's face and chest. It worked
and his skin began cooling down. 

Eva breathed a sigh of relief. As she tossed the sponge into the bucket,
she noticed the professor's leg jerking. It was his penis. The professor
clearly had a large erection and it was straining to rise up. Eva knew
it must be uncomfortable. She pulled his zipper down and slid her hand
in under the old man's underwear. She grabbed his penis and struggled to
pull it out. "Wow," she whispered as it cleared the old man's jeans. Eva
had been with seven men in her life and the professor's penis was easily
two inches longer then her largest ex-boyfriend, probably three inches
bigger then her husband. She guessed it was eight inches long. She let
it rest against his stomach and pulled his underwear back up. The head
of his penis 
extended up past the waistband of the man's underwear.

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

"How is he?" asked Theresa when Eva walked out of her tent. The group
were sitting around a fire eatting dinner. The idol/jar sat on a nearby
table.

"I think he'll be alright. I'll keep him in my tent overnight and if
there's no improvement by morning, we'd better get out of here."

"Agreed," said Chuck. Chuck was an average Joe. Average described
everything about him. He was average height, average looks, etc. He did
have an above averge intelligence. He was here to learn and experience a
new continent and culture. In typical college fasion and per the natural
order of things, he'd paired up with Theresa the mousy nerd while Dan
the hunk of the two had paired up with Lisa the princess.

Theresa was quite cute and could have been hot if she'd lose her black
framed glasses and let her hair down. Her hair was reddish-brown, long,
and always tied up in a pony tail. Her eyes were green and she had the
typical pale freckled skin of the red head. Chuck had been delighted to
discover Theresa had a killer body under her clothes. Her breasts were a
large C-cup capped by pointy light pink nipples and covered in freckles.
Her bush was the same reddish-brown as her hair. Chuck loved her body
and they had sex every night since hooking up. He hoped she'd stay with
him when they got back to the states.

Dan and Lisa were the hot couple. Dan was a six foot, blue eyed blonde
viking-surfer dude type. Lisa could have been his sister they so looked
alike. She also had blue eyes and was blonde though as they'd gone
several days without a shower, brown roots started appearing in her
hair. She was also six feet tall and perfectly proportioned. Her breasts
were  undoubtedly a D-cup. She enjoyed showing off her magnificent body.
Since arriving in Africa, her outfit had consisted of the same small
bikini top and short shorts. She was tanning quite nicely.

"So what do you think of our statue?" asked Theresa. 

Dan and Lisa shrugged clearly uninterested.

"My guess is it's Eshu," said Chuck.

"My guess is it's the god, Longdongsilver," quipped Dan, but no one
seemed to know what he was talking about. 
 
"I agree," said Theresa answering Chuck, not Dan. 

"Eshu, god of the crossroads and crossing over. His catholic equivalent
is St Peter. He's also known as a trickster and a linguist."

"A cunning one?" asked Dan and this joke got a giggle out of Lisa. 

"Actually your childish joke does have some merit. Eshu is a very sexual
diety. My guess is the tobacco in the jar was an offering to him." 

"But wouldn't tobacco place the date within three hundred years?" asked
Theresa.

"Probably, but there always were rumors about explorers arrriving in the
Americas before Columbus or the vikiings. It more likely that
repatriated slaves brought the tobacco back with them. Liberia was
founded by repatriated slaves."

"That's right and some could easily have found their way here." Theresa
got up and walked over to her find. "Well, I'm ready to call it a
night." She waited until she caught Chuck's eye and she caressed the
carving's penis.

"Yeah, me too," said Chuck getting the hint. His dick was already geting
hard at the thought of another night with Theresa.

"Wanna go fuck?" asked Dan of Lisa. He wasn't one for subtlety.  
 
"Sure, babe." Lisa held her hand out until Dan pulled her up.

I'd better check on the professor." Eva stood up too. "Be prepared to
get out of here in a hurry if his condition worsens."

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

Professor Jones seemed fine when she checked on him. His temperature
appeared normal as did his breathing. He didn't wake up when she shook
him slightly. Eva decided not to push it and let him sleep. Then she
noticed his penis.

The professor's penis now extended nearly to his belly button. It looked
thicker and length-wise had to be pushing eleven inches. But that wasn't
the most shocking thing. The head of his penis which was now as big as a
golf ball had a foreskin. Eva would of sworn the professor was
circumcized when she'd pulled his penis up earlier. "How bizzare," she
said, knowing she must of been mistaken. His penis must not of been
fully hard when she grabbed it and maybe she'd tugged the foreskin down.
That would explain it. Still, it was one hell of a monster penis. 

Eva shook her head and walked over to her sleeping bag. It rested on an
air matress to give her a little extra comfort. She turned the light off
and promptly fell asleep.
  
Eva was beating on an African drum. She held the drum firmly while
pounding her right fist down on the head time and time again. Her hand
didn't form a perfect fist. She was holding it in more of a C shape,
rthymically raising and lowering her fist.

Boom Boom Boom

Eva didn't know why she was pounding the drum so hard. The drum was her
entire world. All she could do was pound her fist against it. And pound
it she did. With her free hand, Eva grabbed her tee-shirt and pulled it
up. She wouldn't stop beating the drum so that her shirt hung off her
arm. Topless, she beat the drum. 

Boom Boom Boom

Eva beat the drum so hard, her arm grew tired.  She adjusted her
position. She wrapped her legs around the black base of the drum. She
beat the drum. The light animal skin top she was pounding on suddenly
started bulging out. It stretched upwards, a face forming underneath the
stretched canvas. She continued to beat the face in the drum until the
skin parted and Professor Jones' face broke through. The skin slid down
around his neck. 

The professor held his mouth wide open. Eva bent forward to kiss him.
Her lips met his, her mouth as wide open as his. The black man's head
jerked as he regurgitated. She wasn't disgusted, nor should she have
been. Her mouth filled with a delicious nectar. It was a hot, tasty
ambrosia that she greedily swallowed down her own throat. Her mouth
filled again and she jerked her head back to keep from gagging.

Now Eva could see the professor's head as he jerked forward like a
spitting cobra. A long white strand flew from his mouth to strike her
face. Eva moaned with pleasure as the white pudding hit her. This was
better then any sex she'd ever had. She wrapped her arms around the
black man's head and pulled him against her small breasts like a mother
would comfort a child. The professor's mouth spit more of the white goo
on her nipples and left a sticky trail as he kissed across her breasts.

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

The black man watched his cock shrink against the woman's breasts until
she released it. The white devil's eyes were still closed as she turned
around and headed back to a sleeping blanket on the floor. She was
attractive, but her titties were small. He loved white women. Something
about pink nipples completely fascinated him and it was that fascination
that had imprisoned him. 

He had seduced too many white women while their men were off fighting
the blue coats off North. It had been almost too easy. He'd left a dozen
bellys swollen with black babies. It was his own brothers and sisters
who had betrayed him, tired of his tricks. So what if the men had
returned and started shooting the black slaves hoping to get the one
that had done this to their wives, sisters, and daughters?

The black man slid off the table and looked down at the girl sleeping on
the floor. She was smiling happily in her sleep. He reached down and
pushed the sperm on her face towards her mouth. She smacked her lips and
licked his finger. He then did the same for the sperm on her breasts. He
pushed his finger into her mouth and she sucked on it like a baby on a
nipple.

He caught his reflection in a mirror hanging on the tent post. The black
man adjusted his pants and buttoned it before walking over to check his
reflection. "So old," he said.

The reflection responded in Yoruba, "some aspects of you are old."

"I don't want to be old." The black man concentrated on his reflection
and watched as his face stretched tight, the wrinkles disappearing. A
sheathed hunting knife sat nearby on a table. He retrieved it and began
shaving.

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

"Professor!"

"Quiet down," said Dan coming out of his tent. His hair was disheveled
and he was bleary eyed.

"What's wrong, Eva?" asked Chuck leaving his tent, followed by Theresa.

"The professor's vanished. I woke up and he was gone. He left his shirt
and shoes in there."

"Relax," said Chuck, his eyes scanned around the camp. "Lets have some
breakfast. I'm sure he'll turn up."

"Maybe he's got the runs or something?" asked Dan.

"Maybe. If he doesn't turn up we'll form a search party after we eat."
Chuck sounded calm, but he looked worried.

The five students had just sat down to eat when the black man stepped
out of the brush. "Jesus H Christ!" cried Dan jumping to his feet.

"Who the fuck are you?" yelled Lisa while Theresa just gasped in fear.

"Professor?" asked Chuck frowning. 

The black man hesitated and stood silent for a moment. "I am Kwame," he
said in nearly a whisper.

"What did you do to yourself?" asked Theresa.
"You look thirty years younger."

The professor held up his meaty black hand and stared at it for a second
as if he was unfamiliar with it before running it across his bald sweaty
head. His chin was also bare of the gray beard. "I thought I'd feel
cleaner without all that hair," said Kwame. He grinned a broad
mischevious smile. "Well students, what's for breakfast?"

"Well Kwame," said Lisa. "Some toast and the last of the bacon."

"Excellent, lets eat." The bald muscular black man walked over to join
them.

"How do you feel?" asked Chuck. Professor Jones would never of stood for
one of his students calling him by his first name. Nor did the professor
usually walk around grinning like an idiot.

The Professor paused before answering. "Well Charles, I feel like a new
man."

"I think you just had an allergic reaction." Eva glanced down at the
bulge underneath the black man's pants remembering the huge penis she'd
seen yesterday. For some reason, she licked her lips.

"Yes, of course my dear. Just an allergy." Kwame dug into his
food,stopping to savor every bite.

"Professor, where do you think the tobacco came from?" asked Chuck.

"Obviously an offering, Charles."

"So the figure is a god! My guess was Eshu."

"You're brilliant Charles. Yes, it is Eshu, Exa, Elegba, Eleggua, and I
could go on with a thousand other glorious names for the god, but I
prefer Legba." 

"But why tobacco?" asked Theresa.

"Legba does like his smokes, my dear. Speaking of smokes would anyone
have some?"

"I got a cigar in my tent," said Dan.

"That would be perfect. Fetch it please, young man."

"Since when do you smoke? asked Theresa.

"Old habit, my dear. A very old habit. And I suddenly find myself with a
craving."

"Where did you go this morning?" asked Eva.

"I wanted to gather some herbs. Now enough with the questions. I feel
great." Kwame went back to eatting.

"Well, I'm done." Chuck stood up from the table. "I'm going back to the
dig. Since we're leaving in two days, I want a chance to find something
as neat as Theresa's prize." Chuck winked at her and went to gather his
stuff.  

"Might as well go too," said Lisa. Dan rose with her. He walked to his
tent and returned with a cigar for the professor.

Kwame sniffed along it's length. "Oh, this will do nicely young man."
Dan lit the cigar and Kwame took a deep puff on it. He watched Lisa
emerge from the tent having changed into her bikini top. Her magnificent
rack jiggled as she walked. "You kids run along to the site," he said.
"I'm going to stick around and check out the idol." 

"Are you sure that's wise, professor?" asked Eva. "Your allergy?"

The black man stood up. He walked over to the relic and stuck his nose
in the jar. "I seem to be fine now, but why don't you come back and
check on me later."

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

Legba looked like John Henry as he swung his hammer down. He pounded on
his herbs, grinding them into a fine powder. He was naked. Sweat ran
down his muscle covered chest. His cock was hard, but it was usually
hard. It resembled the cock on the idol, long, fat, and curving upward.
>From end to end it now measured fourteen inches long. The testicals
hanging between his legs were sized to match his huge phallus. 

A tape recorder played next to him. "Honey," said the voice on the tape.
"I'm going to miss you. I love you and I'm sorry to be parted from you
the first time in our short marriage." The voice continued speaking
until Legba pressed stop.

Legba replaced the tape recorder in Eva's tent. "Honey," said the black
man, "I'm going to miss you. I love you." His voice was a perfect
imitation of Eva's husband's voice. 

Legba had made two piles of powder, one white and one red. He found some
pill containers and carefully filled them with his powder. 

"Professor?"

Legba spun around. Eva had been staring at his hard bare ass and now
found herself staring at his erect phallus. He fed off her awe of it. 

"My god!" exclaimed the young woman.

"Sorry, my dear," said Legba. "When it's like this, it's quite
uncomfortable wearing clothes."

"I... I can see that, sir." It was bigger then she remembered and it
definetly was uncircumsized. The foreskin streched tight around a big
knobby head which made her suddenly recall her strange dream. She wanted
to beat his penis like she beat the drum.

"Do you mind if I stay like this? Would you prefer if I got dressed?"

"Better dress, it isn't exactly appropriate."

"Of course, my dear. I do like the way you're staring at it. You've
never seen a cock like mine, have you?"

"No."

"It's a lot bigger then your husband's, isn't it?"

"God, yes."

"What, one inch, two inches bigger?"

Eva laughed suddenly resenting her husband a little. "No, he's a lot
smaller."

"You poor child. Here, let me pour you some coffee."

"Professor, can you please dress first?"

"Of course, I can see how staring at a big black cock could make you a
little envious." 

"Professor, you're acting really strange. Are you sure you're all
right?"

"Fantastic. Glad to be alive." Legba pulled on boxer shorts, but at
least three inches of his cock stuck out the top. He walked over to the
coffee pot, poured Eva a mug, and skilfully slipped some of his white
powder into the drink. "Here, my dear." Legba handed Eva the mug which
she took and sipped from.

"I'm still worried about you, sir," said Eva sipping from her mug. She
used the mug to hide the fact that she was staring at the cockhead
rising up past the professor's shorts.

"I'm fine. I'm just excited about the idol and going back home.  Getting
to fly in a giant rumble bird and all that."

"Huh?"

Legba searched Kwame's memories until he came up with the word and the
fact that Professor Jones didn't like flying. "I meant an airplane. Not
looking forward to that part, but it is good to get home."

Eva drained her cup. "Yeah, I can't wait to get home and see Jack. Whew,
I must of drank that coffee too fast. I feel hot." Eva was sweating.

"You look hot. Maybe, you should take off your clothes? I'll join you."

"No, I don't think that's going to happen." For a second, Eva thought
she had just peed on herself. Eva's vagina was suddenly soaked from
arousal and she clamped her thighs shut in an effort to keep her panties
from getting soaked. Her nipples were also hard. Her breasts weren't
very large so she rarely wore a bra, but she did have long, pointy
nipples. Her nipples were rubbing against her shirt sending spasms of
pleasure throughout her body. Suddenly the thought of being naked with
the black man didn't seem like such a bad idea, but she couldn't let his
comment pass. "Watch what you say to me, professor. I'm a married woman.
You don't want me to bring you up on sexual harrassment charges."

Legba paused searching Kwame's brain to find out what she meant by
sexual harrassment. "You've got to be kidding," he mumbled. "Pussy."
Kwame had been scared to death of sexual harrassment. "What happened to
real men?" He stared at Eva. The torment on her lovely face filled him
with pleasure. She was trying to stare him down angrily, but she was
also sucking on her lower lip trying to fight her growing lust and it
would grow until it was satisfied. Her eyes also betrayed her as they
kept glancing down at his crotch. "Don't threaten me child. This isn't
the Americas. I'll sell you into slavery if you're a threat to me. The
arab nations love horny white sluts like you."

"Fuck you. I'm no slut." Eva unbuttoned the top two buttons on her
safari shirt in hopes it would cool her off a little.

Legba would of beat her, but a memory told him that too wasn't allowed
anymore. He stepped out of his boxer shorts. "Tell me you don't want
this cock. Tell me your pussy isn't dripping with desire for big black
cock. I bet you've never been as horny as you are right now." Legba
began moving closer to her. "I bet that I look like a god compared to
the worthless little half man you married."

"God, no, you're wrong," she cried. Everything he said was true. Her
pussy needed something in it soon and if she couldn't get her fingers
down there, a big black cock just might do the trick. What was she
thinking? She needed to get out of there before she did something she'd
regret, but he was already in front of her, his giant black hands
fumbling with the buttons on her shirt, pushing her against the picnic
table. Things were growing blurry and her eyes rolled up in her head.
"We can't do this."

"Since when can't a husband make love to his wife." Legba's voice was
the perfect imitation of her husband's.

"Jack? What's going on? I'm confused."

"I missed you. You've been gone too long, my love. I need to fuck you."

"Oh god Jack, yes." Eva's husband's hands grasped her ass and lifted.
She wrapped her legs around his waist. He sat her down on the picnic
table. "Hurry Jack. I need you in me. Oh oh my." Eva said the last as
hot lips fastened onto one of her overly sensitive nipples. Orgasms
didn't come easy to her, but given the way she felt tonight, she thought
she might have one just by the way he sucked on her nipple. He released
her nipple and his hands found their way to her shorts. Eva lifted her
ass up so that he could remove her
shorts.

"I told you, you were a horny white slut." His finger found it's way to
her wet slit.

Eva smiled at her husband wondering what on earth would prompt him to
say something so bizzare. Her eyes focused momentarily and
Jack was smiling at her. His grin letting her know he was joking. His
presence seemed bigger and his skin darker, but she didn't care.
"Come fuck me, lover."

"Guide it in," said Legba.

Eva reached down between her legs and grabbed her husband's shaft. "My
god, you feel huge tonight!"

Legba drew strength from her worship. "This is what you get when you go
away two weeks, honey. This is a bigger better cock then you've ever had
before."

"Well you're just going to have to prove that to me, husband." Eva
guided the big cock towards the opening of her pussy which was so wet,
her labia easily parted around the thick shaft as it pushed into her
pussy. "Oh my god, it's so thick."

"Like it?"

"I love it. I wish it was always this thick." Eva realized she might of
just insulted her husband's manhood. "But then I've always loved your
cock."

"But today you love it more?"

"Oh dear god, yes, a lot more," cried Eva as Jack shoved his cock all
the way in her. He held it buried. "Your the best, honey. Hurry up and
fuck me."

"No, I got a surprise for you." Legba pushed
another two inches in.

"Oh Jesus!" Eva spread her legs wide and clamped them around the black
man's waist. An orgasm that left her breathless exploded from her pussy.

Legba crinkled his nose as some of her orgasmic power went to waste.
"Don't call me that."

"Oh sorry," said Eva. Jack wasn't a  religious man, so she didn't know
what had bothered him. "Caught me off guard is all, honey. You're in
pretty deep. Oh fuck!" Eva said the last when another inch of cock
pushed into her pussy. His cock was so thick, every nerve ending it
touched was tingling with energy. "Please start fucking me with that big
thing."

"With pleasure, but I want you to be very vocal."
Legba pulled back until the head of his cock almost popped out of her
pussy. Then he slammed it forward.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me with that big thing." Eva laid back on the picnic
table as the huge cock fucking her penetrated even deeper. Strong hands
grasped her ankles and opened her legs wide. "I love it," she screamed
as another orgasm possessed her body. "Fuck me fuck me. Your cock is so
big." Eva's vision cleared up. She saw the muscular black man between
her spread legs, but she no longer cared. He was grinning at her. She
smiled back, cumming again. "I only want your cock from now on. I only
want your big black cock. Fuck me with your big black cock."

Legba was happy to oblige her. He began bucking his hips rapidly. Eva
writhed as she was repeatedly impaled by his huge cock. She hadn't quite
managed twelve inches. Each thrust was now keeping her in a constant
state of orgasm. She couldn't talk anymore. All she could do was moan
and scream occasionaly as she had a particularly big orgasm. 

Legba had a sudden vision of Eva in the future. She was now a slut for
any black man she saw. She'd born Legba's son, now an adult. Eva craved
Legba's cock and went from black man to black man looking for a
replacement for him and never finding one.

Legba giggled which seemed strange coming from a muscular black man in
the process of giving a young white wife the fucking of her life. He was
a happy god, delighting in causing chaos. Plus, he was happy to be
getting his first pussy in 141 years.  

Legba continued to slam his cock in and out of the white wife giving her
an endless series of orgasms. She soon began to appear comatose. Her
mouth hung open, grunting each time he buried his cock. Her eyes were
unfocused. 
Her chest was so flat they barely jiggled as he fucked her. "Maybe, I'll
do the slut a favor and make them titties bigger," said Legba, but it
was a fairly complicated ritual.

Legba grew bored fucking her like this. He prefered her screaming out
her love for him. He grunted loudly and held his cock as deep as it
would go. His fertile sperm hosed her womb. His orgasm brought Eva back
to the land of the living. She screamed, her whole body bucking as his
cock pumped sperm into her womb. It wasn't her time, but his sperm was
patient. One would latch onto an egg and wait weeks if need be. She
would get pregnant. They all did.

Legba laid down on Eva and ground his cock into her pussy as he kissed
her. He felt it stirring again and Eva moaned as she felt it too. The
others would be back soon, so there was no time. "Later," he said
withdrawing from her. "We will fuck all night."

Eva just nodded. "I love you," she whispired. 

"Good," replied Legba. "I need you to do something for me."

"Anything."

"Tell the others about me, especially the women. I want Theresa and Lisa
to know what I am capable of. Will you do this?"

"Of course."

"Tonight, we wil give them a show."

To be continued...


  
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