The Coxville Curse
written by:
Stormbringer

The Coxville Curse Copyright 2011 by Stormbringer Based upon comics by The Pit and Stormbringer

Note: This story is an attempt to link two comics illustrated by the Pit at www.johnpersons.com. The first is a novelization of the script "Two Hot Blondes Bet On Big Black Cock", that I wrote for the Pit based upon characters he created. I thought I'd turn the script and illustrations into a story delving deeper into the minds of the characters. The second comic is simply titled, "Plantation." It was written and drawn by the Pit. The character of Mrs. Kindle and Melvin is from several pinups by The Pit as are several allusions to other characters. I hope this story can stand on it's own, without the illustrations.

September 2009

Jenny Summers lay on her back listening to the wind howl outside and the rain pounding her roof. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Her husband's snores had stopped a minute ago and she knew what was coming next. Harold rolled on his side and his hand snaked over to squeeze one of her enormous breasts. Jenny sighed, "Not now Harold, I'm worried about Kitty."

Harold's hand moved over to her other breast and he kissed her neck. "She's fine honey. Kitty's out with Todd. He'll take good care of her." Harold pinched his wife's long nipple and it hardened between his fingers. "Come on honey, please?"

"Alright Harold," she sighed again. "Suit it up." Jenny listened to her husband roll over and fumble in the dark for a condom off the nightstand. At 36, Jenny felt she was too old to get pregnant again and she also didn't want an eighteen year gap between her kids. Harold had worn a condom every time they had sex for the last eighteen years. He didn't mind and she loved that there wasn't any mess afterwards.

Harold moved on top of her and guided his penis inside his wife. He jumped suddenly when there was a loud boom of thunder outside. Harold was afraid of thunderstorms or more specifically the tornadoes involved with bad weather. Whenever a storm raged outside, he initiated sex, seeking comfort with his wife. Jenny mostly lay still waiting for both the storm and Harold to finish. Harold normally didn't take too long to finish and tonight was no exception. He grunted, and then came. She could feel his penis jerk inside her and that finally turned her on enough to get into it, but by then it was too late. Her husband‘s shrinking penis flopped out of her. Luckily, he hadn't gotten her worked up enough she'd need to masturbate after he fell asleep as was often the case. Harold rolled off her, panting for a few minutes before rising off the bed and going to deposit the condom in the bathroom trash bin. She listened to him urinate, then Harold returned to bed, kissed her on the cheek and was snoring again within minutes, his hand resting on her breast. Jenny picked up the hand and moved it off her body. She stared up at the ceiling hoping her daughter was alright.

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Kitty gasped in pleasure as Todd flickered her nipple with his tongue. Rain pounded on the top of his car. "Come on baby," whispered Todd. "Let's fuck again."

"Not tonight Todd," she replied, holding his head to her breast while he continued teasing the hard nipple protruding from her DD breasts.

Todd sucked her nipple between his lips, and then released it. "Please baby, come on. Feel how hard I am." Todd grabbed her hand and placed it on the crotch of his jeans. Kitty squeezed his bulge, but didn't reply. "Come on Kitty, your hot body is driving me fucking nuts." She still didn't reply and moved her hand off his crotch. "How about a blow job then?"

"Tomorrow," said Kitty. "If the Cocks win."

"Fuck Kitty, the Beavers are undefeated."

"Kind of a defeatist attitude for a quarterback, Todd." Kitty reached over and grabbed his crotch again. This time she used both hands as she fumbled with his pants. "Maybe the Cocks just need some motivation. Win and you get a blow job. Tonight, all you get is a handjob."

"Deal," said Todd, enthusiastically. He may have been quarterback, but he was also a realist. He'd seen the Beavers play and the Cocks had only won one game this season. He smiled back at the memory. His had been a perfect toss right to Samson West. Kitty had given her first blowjob that night and if anything her lips felt better then her tight pussy had. No, they wouldn't win tomorrow night's game, but at least tonight, she was willing to jack him off and Todd took whatever he could get.

Kitty thought it was nasty, but she spat in her hand and coated Todd's stiff penis with her saliva. What he referred to as Todd's rod was only between five and six inches fully erect so it didn't take much to coat it. She'd jerked him off before when they had started dating junior year and she'd kind of liked it. On his eighteenth birthday she'd given her first blow job and another when he made quarterback. Finally, on her eighteenth birthday, she'd let him fuck her and they'd done it half a dozen times since. She found it enjoyable, but didn't think it was a big deal. She'd even decided she liked giving head better then she liked actual sex. Todd on the other hand loved it. They were the perfect couple, a stacked blue-eyed blonde cheerleader with her handsome fit quarterback boyfriend. They were destined to be homecoming king and queen, prom king and queen, get married, and have beautiful children together. It only took a few strokes of her hand before a little wad of semen shot out of the tip of Todd's dick. She stared at it with fascination. A few drops of semen appeared around the urethra as she continued stroking him and his penis began to shrivel in her hand. She didn't know why she found his penis so enthralling. Possibly it was because she didn't have one herself and knew nothing about them or why her simplest touch seemed to give Todd so much pleasure. All she knew was that it would probably be the only penis she'd ever see in her life and Todd had told her it was probably the biggest in school. Kitty felt lucky and proud as she released it and licked the small wad of semen off her hand. She found she liked the taste, swallowing the first time she'd blown him and Todd had been thrilled that she wasn't one of those prissy girls who spit it out.

"That was great, Kitty," he moaned, tucking his penis back in his pants. "Let's get back to the party."

"It's pouring outside," said Kitty looking through the rain splattered windshield. It was Thursday night and since tomorrow was an inservice day, a classmate was throwing a party. They didn't have school and didn't have to get up early, but tomorrow night was the game where the Coxville Cocks were taking on the undefeated Bartown Beaver's. "Take me home, Todd."

"Ah come on, let's go back inside. I want another beer. Besides, what's a little rain?"

Kitty felt pretty drunk already, but figured one more beer couldn't hurt. Together, they held hands running through the rain back onto the porch filled with drunken high school students. Nearly the entire senior class was at this party. Their classmates greeted the most popular boy and girl in school as they returned to their party. Todd and Kitty had barely made it inside the porch when there was a loud clap of thunder that rattled the walls of the house. The teens laughed nervously. It was precisely midnight.

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Coxville was your typical small town in the American South. It was the county seat of Coxville County and the second biggest town in Coxville County after Coxburg to the North off I-69. Coxville County was large as Southern counties go, but a good chunk of the Western County was dominated by Lake Cox and other then a few small towns, the rest of the county was mostly rural farmland growing corn, tobacco, and cotton crops.

Coxville was named after Colonel Phineas Josiah Cox, hero of the Mexican War and owner of the Cox plantation which had dominated the entire county for 200 years until the civil war. Yankees had occupied the mansion during the war, burning the surrounding buildings and releasing the slaves to ravage the neighborhood in 1864. The Union army was forced to march out quickly and never got around to burning down the mansion, leaving it standing alone a stunning piece of architecture surrounded by the still smoking wreckage of stables, barns, silos, and slave quarters with crops still burning in the fields.

Coxville town grew up around the plantation years later. The tree lined road up to the mansion became Main Street. The mansion itself became the town and county administrative offices. Storefronts lined Main Street and residences sprang up around the town as it grew to a respectable size.

Dominating the front lawn of town hall was a 300 year old oak tree of huge size that had been young when the first Cox settler had arrived on the land.

No one was out on this rain soaked night to witness the massive bolt of lightning that blasted the old oak tree to ruin at precisely midnight. The resulting thunder woke citizens of Coxville from their sleep and shook the foundations of many an old home.

Before the tree had even stopped smoking, a dense fog began rising from the ground around the tree. The fog spread out around the town hall slowly moving down Main Street. It spread out engulfing the entire town, creeping into open windows and touching every living thing. Within an hour the fog had spread to the surrounding developments, past Coxville High School, the African American neighborhood of Westside, and up the nearby hill on which the ancient Sisters of Mercy Convent sat. After several more hours, the fog was engulfing the smaller towns, farms, and the city of Coxburg even moving across Lake Cox. By dawn the entire county was shrouded in fog.

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"Where'd this mist come from?" asked Miko. The full lipped Amer-asian only had half her roots in Coxville. Her native father had met her Japanese mother while serving in the military on Okinawa.

"It's like it came from nowhere." Patty, the buxom redhead peered out into the night. "Thick as I've ever seen." The mist left droplets of water on Patty's face like she was covered in sheen of sweat.

"I'd better get going," said Pamela. "If this fog gets any worse, nobody's going anywhere." Pamela was a standout beauty, unique because her C-cup breasts were on the small side for Coxville County.

Miko turned towards a group of white football players. The black players were nearby, but the two groups tended to self segregate except during practice. Miko snapped her fingers in a zigzag pattern. "Boyfriends, it's time to take us home."

Kitty approached the group. "You all leaving?"

"Yeah girl, have you seen this weather." Patty was a cheerful bouncy girl and her whole body jiggled when she talked. She was wearing a tight halter that showed off a bosom that rivaled Kitty's mom's and despite wearing a bra, Patty's prominent nipples were clearly visible through the top. Nothing she did could hide her pointy knobs.

"Darnn, I just got a full beer," said Kitty, wishing she could go home with her friends, but Todd was responsible for her tonight. Kitty much preferred hanging out with her fellow cheerleaders for fun and conversation. Boys were only good for boy stuff and making out. Todd wouldn't want to leave until the keg was tapped out. They were a close knit group and only the studious Susan was missing of their friends, as Susan preferred reading to socializing. "Be careful. Get plenty of rest and most importantly, "GO COCKS!"

"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.

A good deal of the rest of the party followed them wanting to get home before the fog got any worse. Kitty sipped her beer and watched the long stream of party goers file out. "I think we can win," said a deep voice behind her.

Kitty spun around and found herself facing Samson West. The muscular black teen with the shaved head, sipped his beer and tried to stare in her eyes, but he kept sneaking glances at her chest. She didn't like Samson, he was arrogant and cocky. Plus he was Todd's chief rival and would have been quarterback if it wasn't for Todd though they did work well together as a team. Also, he tended to stare at her with an intensity that made her nervous. He'd never flirted with her though. That would have been too bold in a town that lynched blacks for talking to white women just a few decades past. "Todd doesn't seem to think so," she said, haughtily. Her boyfriend was never wrong about football.

"That's why Samson should be da quarterback," said a tall, dark skinned black man with muscles that rivaled Coach Black‘s. LD was the subject of a lot of town gossip. His father also called LD had been popular among the black ladies in the colored part of town, knocking several up before abandoning his children and moving to L.A. to become a porn star. LD always kept his head covered with a cap or do-rag and never took off his sunglasses. A few teachers had tried to make him remove his shades, but they had backed down when they saw the angry glare from his eyes. "We'd of won last weeks game if it weren't for tiny dick Todd."

"That's enough LD," said Samson when Kitty gasped, staring wide eyed up at the giant black man. "Todd's a good leader." Samson winked at LD.

"We could do better," replied LD. "You know what I'm saying? I gotta blow outta here, bro. Later."

"Later. Lets kick some Beaver ass tomorrow." Samson pounded LD on his back.

Kitty tried to step around the two black men as LD left the party. She glanced back at Todd hoping he'd rescue her, but three of the other black players had cornered him. The white players had mostly left, but the black players always held back at parties, waiting to kick the keg or probably to do some looting when no one was looking, she thought, scornfully. Todd was tall, fit, and muscular, but the three blacks dwarfed him. Stubby was shorter then Todd, but he was very squat and looked bigger. He had a shaved head like Samson, but sported a full goatee. Max was as big and as dark as LD, but he sported long dreadlocks. Deon was the only fat one of the bunch. He was always eating and even now had a bag of cheetos in his hand. His tee shirt was stained orange from them. They seemed to be arguing with Todd, occasionally pointing at Samson.

"I've watched the Beavers practice," said Samson. "We can take them."

Kitty looked up at the bald black teen. She drained her beer and felt the room spin a little. She really needed to get back home and in bed. "Todd lives and breathes football, Samson. If he says we can't win, we can't win." She hiccoughed and quickly covered her mouth.

"I bet we can win."

"I bet we can't." Kitty hiccoughed again.

The big black man shook his head. "You'd think he'd try harder. If you were giving me a blow job after each victory, I'd win every game." Samson frowned. He was acting a little out of character and assumed he must have been drunker then he thought.

Kitty was looking at him in horror. "That bastard! He's lying. I don't do... He told you!"

"He told the entire football team what he was getting after our one sad victory of the year."

"I'll kill him."

Samson laughed and grabbed her shoulders when she tried to move past him to go after Todd. "Hold on," he said, staring into her eyes and then glancing down at her firm young breasts. Samson felt his cock stir. "I believe we were about to make a bet."

"I'm not much for betting," said Kitty, calming a little. "What did you have in mind?"

Samson ran through some ideas in his head, twenty bucks, a case of beer, or having Kitty do his homework, but when he opened his mouth to speak, he said, "I want what Todd gets." Kitty looked as shocked as he felt at what he had said, but as the seconds ticked by, he began to feel more confident. "Yeah, I want a blow job from the cheerleading captain." Kitty gasped angrily and tried to pull away, but Samson increased his grip on her shoulders. "Whatsa matter, not as confident that Todd knows as much about football as you thought? He says you're a first class cocksucker."

Kitty was furious, but she wasn't sure if she were madder at Todd or Samson. "I can't suck you off," she said.

"Why not?"

Because you're black, thought Kitty. Because you're Todd's rival. Because you're a black guy. Because you're an arrogant jerk. Because your black. The races did not mingle in Coxville. "Because I'm Todd's girlfriend," she blurted out.

"Then have some faith in him. Chicken." Samson began flapping his arms and making clucking noises. "Chicken. Chicken. Bawk Bawk Bawk."

"Alright," she snapped. "Stop acting like a fool."

"It's a bet?"

"Yes, it's a bet. But if Todd's right and the Beavers win, you quit the team."

Samson West reared back a little and released her shoulders. Kitty Summers was playing hardball. Football was all he had and his only hope of getting out of Coxville was a football scholarship. He looked down at the blue eyed blonde cheerleader with her fit body and big breasts, immediately deciding it would be worth the risk. "Deal," he said.

Kitty looked a little surprised. She thought she'd had him. She didn‘t want him off the team. He was every bit as responsible for winning their one game as Todd was. The Cocks needed him. "It's a bet," she muttered. If Todd was right and she'd never known him to be wrong predicting a football game's outcome, she was eliminating her boyfriend's biggest rival. But if Samson was right, she'd have to put a black man's penis in her mouth. She shivered as if someone had just walked over her grave. "If you win the game, I'll meet you in the locker room and suck your(gulp)... suck your penis, but if the Beavers win, you quit the team before the next game."

Samson nodded just as Todd joined them. "What's up?" asked Todd, staring back and forth between his black teammate and his girlfriend. He'd never seen them talking alone before.

"I was just telling Kitty here to cheer loudly tomorrow when we take down the Beavers," said Samson looking at Kitty.

Todd sighed. "Well, lets hope, but don't forget, they're undefeated."

"They gotta lose sometime." Samson stepped back and patted Todd's shoulder. "See ya tomorrow. I'm gonna go work out some plays with my boys."

Todd watched Samson walk off. "I make the plays Samson. I'm still quarterback," he called. Samson stopped in his tracks, but didn't turn around and a second later he resumed walking towards the black players. Todd felt smug, secure that he had made his point to his rival before turning back to Kitty. "Ready to go? The keg's kicked."

"Take me home, please," she replied, rubbing her temple.

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Jenny Summers woke with a start. She was panting heavily, lying on her back, nude. Her breasts were heaving and her nipples were as hard as they ever got. She was very wet between the legs. The dream had been one of the most vivid, dirtiest dreams of her life. She was hornier now then she had been last night when Harold left her hanging. She couldn't remember then man she'd been with, he probably wasn't even a real person, just a large dark shadowy bearded figure. She glanced over at her sleeping husband, but he wouldn't be good for another round after last night nor could he live up to her dream lover's skill.

The light in the room felt weird as she climbed out of bed. She shivered as the room seemed damp and chilly. Jenny walked over to the window and glanced out. A wall of white greeted her. Fog was common this time of year, but she'd never seen one this thick before. She couldn't make out anything through the window, not a tree in her neighbor's backyard, nor looking down could she make out her large backyard pool.

"What are you staring at?" groaned Harold, stretching in bed.

"Fog as thick as pea soup, honey. I've never seen the like. If it doesn't clear up, there won't be any game tonight."

"Good," said Harold. "We can get dinner and a movie early and it'll save the Cocks the humiliation."

"Harold! The Cocks have a shot. Coach Black is still new and he seems to think he can turn the team around. "

"Well he better hurry up then," griped Harold. "Besides Todd doesn't think they have a chance against the Beavers."

"You're probably right," she sighed. "Go back to sleep. I'm going to shower and I'll make you some breakfast."

"Just do me one favor?" he asked. "Reach up and turn the ceiling fan off." Harold watched his nude wife reach up for the fan chain. At 36, Jenny Summers was one of the hottest women in the county. She looked more like Kitty's older sister then mother. Jenny was a natural blonde with blue eyes and a fit athletic body. At fourteen, Jenny's breasts had been a large C cup, by seventeen an even bigger D cup and now her bras read 34G, her breasts swelling up when she became pregnant with Kitty and never shrinking back to normal. "Alright, hold it there," he said as she was reaching up with her breasts thrust out. "So hot. How did I get so lucky?"

Jenny rolled her eyes, but smiled. She liked her husband's compliments. Harold had his shortcomings, but under appreciating his wife's beauty was not one of them. "Go to sleep, honey." She winked at him. "You'll see this again after our date night tonight." At least she hoped he would. Harold wasn't usually up for sex two nights in a row even when he was younger. Jenny spun around for her husband, grabbed her robe and was pulling it on as she left the room.

Jenny was still tightening her belt when she went to check on Kitty. She opened the door to Kitty's room and sighed with relief when she saw her daughter sleeping in her bed. Kitty was restless in her sleep. She was moaning and moving around. The covers were thrown down revealing her Hello Kitty halter top. Jenny noticed Kitty's nipples were hard as rocks underneath the top and for a brief moment wondered if her daughter was having a dream as dirty as she had. Jenny dismissed the thought, knowing that her virginal daughter was saving herself for Todd when they got married and probably didn't know enough about sex to have dirty dreams. It was probably just the cold.

Jenny entered the room, pulled the covers up over Kitty's chest, and tucked her daughter in. She failed to notice Kitty's hand moving between her legs, but she did frown when she thought she detected a slight hint of the smell of beer as she bent down to kiss her forehead. Jenny shrugged it off. Her daughter promised her she didn't drink and someone had probably just spilled some on her at the party, but still it would be worth asking Kitty about it, but not until after tonight's game.

Jenny took a long shower in her bath, her skin tingling as she rubbed the soap all over her body. The dream had faded, but she still felt aroused and her nipples hadn't gone down any. She left the shower, toweled her body dry, but left her hair dripping wet as she pulled her robe back on and went downstairs to cook breakfast.

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Bobbie Sue Kindle wanted to moan with disappointment when she felt her husband cumming inside the condom. She collapsed on his chest, grinding her pussy back onto his shriveling penis. He had been presently surprised to find his wife climbing on top of him this morning. She inserted his penis inside her and he sucked on one long nipple while she slowly rode him. All too soon, he tapped her thigh so that she could lift herself up as he put a condom on. When it was on, she lowered back down onto his prick and he was cumming before she even got warmed up.

"That was a nice surprise," he said. "What got you so worked up?"

"Nothing," she replied, kissing him on the lips. "I just wanted to make love to my wonderful husband this morning." She didn't want to tell him about the dark shadowy dream lover taking her from behind while holding her long blonde hair and spanking her ass as he pounded her with his big cock. Her thighs were sopping wet when she woke up. She couldn‘t remember ever being that horny or having a dream so filthy. "I'd better get my shower."

"Do ya hafta? Lets stay in bed all day."

Bobbie Sue sighed, "It's Do-you-have-to, dear, not do ya hafta and sorry, but I'm needed at the library."

Mr. Kindle sighed. He loved his wife, but being corrected by her all the time got annoying. "Why couldn't you have been a math teacher."

Bobbie Sue smiled climbed off him. They were childless and she had no problem strolling nude through the house to her bathroom. It wasn't the master bath, but she preferred being the only one who used this shower. She stepped into the shower and quickly washed. She moaned with arousal as she soaped around her nipples. They were still hard and sensitive, sadly more from her erotic dream then from her morning sex with her husband. Bobbie Sue stepped out of the shower and turned the water off.

She checked herself out in the mirror as she toweled herself dry. Bobbie Sue was a natural blonde and her small pubic patch matched her long blonde hair perfectly. She had bright green eyes and a fit figure. Her breasts were large and impressive like most of her friends and acquaintances. An unusually common trait in this county and the men didn't complain. Her breasts were DD and curved upwards. She maybe had the most perfect figure of any woman she knew except for Coach Summers. In high school, classmates had teased her calling her Big Boobed Bobbie Sue or the shorter Boobie Sue. The stupid nickname stuck and she confiscated many a caricature from students with Boobie Sue written on it.

Bobbie Sue dressed in sexy, but practical underwear, a pink skirt and a white blouse. When her hair was dried, she put it up on her head with two pins through it. She applied some light makeup, purple eye shadow that contrasted well with her green eyes and some red lipstick. She added some jewelry to the ensemble, her wedding ring, some earrings, and being a woman of faith, she never left home without a cross around her neck as well as her cross bracelet. She'd spent many years learning in private school under the nuns from the sisters of mercy convent outside of town.

"Bye," she yelled to her husband. "See you at the game."

Bobbie Sue was a woman of many hats. She volunteered at the public library, taught English at Coxville High, and worked as an editor/researcher for the Coxville times. She enjoyed keeping busy and had no plans of slowing down until they decided on starting a family. Today was an inservice day at school and she had offered to work at the library. They called her this morning, begging her to go in early as the heavy fog had stranded half the staff and the library was always busier when school was out though Bobbie doubted they'd be busy with this fog. Nobody would be traveling unless they had to.

She was halfway to the library when she got a call from Mr. Grant, the editor of the Coxville times. "Hey, Bobbie Sue, I'm getting reports that lightning destroyed the oak in front of town hall. Can you go check it out?"

"I can, I'm on my way to the library now. I'll swing by."

"Great," said Mr. Grant. "My mother seems to think that lightning hit the same tree on this very day back in 1959. See if you can confirm that for me. If true, lightning striking the same tree fifty years apart would make an interesting piece for the paper and maybe even an entire history of the tree."

"I'll see what I can do, Mr. Grant. We should be busy today, but as soon as the rest of the staff can swim to work through this fog, I'll be able to sneak down to the archives."

"Call me when you have some info. My mom's probably wrong about the date, but it's worth checking out."

Bobbie Sue hung up the phone just as she was entering the traffic circle before town hall. The fog was thicker here then at home, so thick, she couldn't even see the tree. A police car was parked on the circle and she could make out the lights flashing. Bobbie Sue pulled up behind it and nodded at the cop as she strolled up to the tree. Lightning had indeed blasted it to ruin. She stared at it feeling a little sad, it had been a beautiful tree, standing proudly before town hall for all her life as well as her mother's life, grandmother's, and so on. It was too foggy to snap a picture, so she decided to get back in her car and drive the rest of the way to the library.

Bobbie Sue was not surprised to see Melvin waiting outside the library door. Melvin was a scrawny black senior at Coxville High. An Urkel looking nerd from a neighborhood filled with mostly black thugs. Blacks were segregated to the West side of town and they'd largely stayed there. There weren't too many in Coxville and the Westside only had a couple hundred blacks living in trailers, old houses, and some low income housing. There were more blacks in Coxburg, which even had a ghetto, but whites avoided that part of town and they mostly avoided Westside. Westside was officially called Freetown which replaced the uglier niggertown.

"Good morning Mrs. Kindle," said Melvin, standing and hefting his backpack behind him. A black man from Westside was either a thug or a jock and some were both. Melvin didn't fit in either category and hid out in the library reading or using the computers being too poor to afford one for home. Bobbie Sue had considered buying him a laptop, but believed his mother would quickly pawn it. The boy was pure genius and one of the few blacks in Coxville guaranteed to go to college on a scholarship.

Bobbie Sue let Melvin inside while she went to turn on the lights. He quickly disappeared and she forgot about him. Her predictions came true and they weren't busy. The library director made it to work before any customers aside from Melvin even showed up. By the afternoon, the fog had lifted entirely. Bobbie Sue was able to walk back over to town hall, snap a picture of the shattered oak tree, and return to the library to use the archives.

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Not for the first time did Jenny think of her breasts as being a curse. She struggled to squeeze them into a sports bra. Any bigger and I'll need Harold to hold them while she dressed, she thought. Not that he'd mind. "Aha, success, " she whispered as she fastened the bra. She pulled her white panties on before moving to her white skirt. Her skirt had a red C on it and a slit up the sides, showing her thighs. After the skirt, came her red uniform top with a white color and a white C on her left breast. Her name was embroidered on her right breast. After dressing, she pulled her hair up in a pony tail and checked herself out in the mirror.

Jenny left the bathroom. "Kitty, you ready?" she knocked on Kitty's door.

"Yeah mom, let's go," said Kitty opening the door and walking out of her room.

Jenny frowned. Kitty usually bounced out of the room, exuberant and cheerful. She remembered the smell of booze on her daughter's breath and wondered again if Kitty had gotten a little drunk at the party last night. "You alright honey?"

"Fine mom," sighed Kitty. "Just a little tired." Kitty was as nervous as she'd ever been. What the hell was I thinking making that bet? She thought.

"Well no more late nights for awhile, missy," said Jenny. "I need my squad well rested. GO COCKS!"

Go Beavers, thought Kitty. "Go Cocks," she mumbled.

"Louder!"

"GO COCKS!"

"That's better." Jenny looked at her daughter lovingly. Kitty looked good in the red uniform with the white trim and white C on the breast. She didn't approve of the bare belly, but Principal Long had made the uniform decision and bare midriffs were a popular style now.

"Less material, less tax payer money," the old black man had told her.

"Lets get going. You can help me get ready for the game. Our cheapskate principal hasn't hired any extra help for the sports teams this year. "

"Alright mom," replied Kitty, following Jenny down the stairs.

"And after the game, stay away from the Bartown boys. You know they always wander over into our stands."

"That's because Coxville's women are better looking. Have you seen the Bartown girls? Yech."

Jenny chuckled. "No one holds a candle to the women of Coxville County," said Jenny. "More beauty pageant winners have come from Coxville then anywhere else in the state and most likely the whole country."

"I know mom. You should have been Miss USA."

"The rules state you can't be married or have kids. I was so in love with your father I couldn't refuse marrying him. I got pregnant right away and I've never regretted having you over competing in a beauty pageant." Jenny was lying about one thing. She got married because she was pregnant and was forced to step down as representative for her state. She would have preferred to delay her pregnancy a few years, but she had foolishly let Harold put his penis inside her just to see how it felt and he had lost control, ejaculating almost immediately. He had done the noble thing when they found out she was pregnant.

The Summer's women arrived at the front door. "Are you coming to watch the game, Harold?"

"No," he replied from his chair in the living room. "I'm coming to watch you."

"You're sweet," said Jenny, running over to kiss her husband while Kitty rolled her eyes.

"You can pick the movie if I can pick the restaurant," said Harold already smacking his lips and rubbing his paunch.

"Deal," sighed Jenny. Harold's favorite restaurant was Floyd's barbecue. It was a popular tourist stop off I-69, South of Coxburg. He didn't like that it was black owned, but black people sure knew barbecue and it was some of the best food in the county. At least there was a new romantic comedy playing at the theater that she could pick.

Harold turned to Kitty. "You'll be alright with Todd if we go out?"

"Yeah daddy, we always go out after a game."

"Well not too late young lady, you're as white as a ghost. You need your rest."

"Ok, daddy. Bye."

"See you at the game kitten and you to honey," said Harold.

It would be a long day and a late night, but Jenny was looking forward to it. It had been awhile since she had a date night with her husband. "Bye, love ya." She opened the door. "Great, the fog is lifting," she said before closing the door

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The Coxville Times were on microfilm at the public library. Coxville wasn't modern nor efficient and the microfilm were unlabeled. Bobbie Sue considered volunteering to organize the system, but her husband would kill her if she took on yet another project. She would have to put a roll on and go backwards through time until she found 1959. She spun the film backwards stopping to check where she was each time.

From 1999, Penelope Adams wins state pageant. She is the sixth Coxville native to hold the title.

From 1995, Coxville women's breast size blamed on recessive genes and above average hormone levels. Larger breasts started showing up on Coxville women born around 1960 with larger then average bosoms manifesting in the early teens. The gene is believed to have been passed down by an unknown ancestor in the mid nineteenth century...

From 1991, Jenny Cox forced to step down from Miss USA pageant. Jenny was to represent Coxville and the state at the Miss USA pageant, but was forced to resign after revealing that she had married her sweetheart Harold Summers. A former Miss Dairy, Miss Poultry, and Miss Coxville County, Jenny Cox...

From 1988, Mayor Smith to Playboy, "Get out of town." Despite the mayor's refusal to allow Playboy to do a women of Coxville pictorial, several female residents have agreed to meet Playboy photographers in Coxburg for a future spread. Playboy first became interested in Coxville when three Coxville natives at different colleges showed up in a "Women of Dixie" pictorial. Believing this was an odd coincidence, playboy began visiting the town...

From 1985, Lin Clarke, a graduate of Coxville High, to star in a new teen comedy "Breast In Show." Miss Clarke left Coxville for Hollywood just last year and has already had several unaccredited roles...

From 1979, Mayor Smith rejects Westside penis survey by state university researchers. "There's nothing unusual about our colored citizen's penises," said the mayor. Despite the mayor's claims, abnormally large penises have been reported on Coxville natives since the early part of the century. One theory states that a selective breeding program of slaves by the Cox family resulted in large genitalia on male slaves...

From 1977, State Legislature denounces Coxville. "Why is Coxville so intent on keeping blacks separated from whites?" stated House Majority Leader Davis.

From 1971, Freetown inhabitants to be bused in to attend Coxville High. For the first time, Freetown black students will be allowed to attend Coxville High with white students. Previously, Freetown residents relied on the Sisters of Mercy nuns to educate them...

From 1965, County council vows to fight anti-miscegenation law passed by the state. Councilman Smith vowed that it will remain illegal for whites to marry any negro, mulatto, quadroon, or octoroon as long as he's a councilman.

From October 1944, 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 Sue paused over the last article. Her boss at Coxville High was Principal Long and she wondered if he was the same boy. The age was certainly about right. Long had just turned sixty-five and she couldn't remember the date, but the month on the newspaper was the same as the month the teachers had thrown Long a little party. She giggled nervously reading the full article. Bobbie Sue couldn't picture the old man with an enormous penis, but for some reason she shivered, giggling again. Bobbie Sue had overshot her target date and she slowly moved the microfilm back until she found September 1959.

Lightning Strikes Coxville Oak Tree

"Bingo!" said Bobbie Sue. "Holy Crap, it is the same date." What an amazing coincidence she thought and began to read the article, frowning when she read the part about a thick fog covering the town after the lightning strike. The article also included a disturbing picture. The black and white sketch showed a darkened figure hanging from a tree branch on the oak tree. A crowd was watching the hanging.

Yesterday, lightning again struck the oak tree in front of town hall exactly fifty years after striking the same tree in 1909 and one hundred years after the slave Prospero Black was hung there. Prospero an escaped slave, recaptured in New Orleans using the name Zombi was returned to the Cox plantation is said to have cursed the town before he was hung. According to legend, lightning struck and snapped the branch Prospero was hanging from just after he had died from asphyxiation. A weather expert in Coxburg has stated the multiple lightning strikes on the same object is not that unusual and the dates are probably just coincidence.

"But lightning striking the same tree every fifty years is an amazing coincidence," said Bobbie, sitting back in her chair and rereading the article. The thought that a fugitive slave was lynched on that tree didn't make her feel sorry that the tree had been destroyed last night anymore. And the idea of a curse placed on the town intrigued her. Bobbie was a skeptic of anything that didn't fit in with her faith and didn't believe in curses. A smile suddenly spread across her lips. She'd had another project planned for years. Bobbie Sue wanted to write a book. She'd put it off for years and honestly had never had an idea worth pursuing, but a Coxville Curse was an intriguing idea. Mr. Grant just might need to wait on his story. Bobbie Sue continued her journey back in time skimming through the microfilm.

From 1929, STOCK MARKET CRASHES

From 1917, Negro boys continue to be born with deformities. Doctors baffled. Every negro boy born since 1909 has been born with a male phallus longer then average.

From December 1909, Two negro boys born with unusually large penises were taken by the parents to experts in Coxburg.

From September 1909, Lightning strikes Coxville Oak fifty years after the fugitive slave Prospero Black who called himself Zombi Damballah was hung on the same tree. 89 year old, Hettie Parker recalled the hanging. "They hung that evil slave for using black magic to corrupt old Col. Cox's beautiful young daughters, Samantha and Betty. The Col wanted to make an example of Prospero for the other slaves, but it was all a trick. Before they hung that devil, the Col ordered the townsfolk to fire on the watching slaves. Macduff, an uppity nigger if I ever saw one was the first to fall from a bullet fired by Betty's husband Caleb Summers. Lear and Puck fell next. By then the slaves were in the cornfields running and they kept running though many were hunted down the next few days. The bearded black devil watched in horror as his fellow slaves were gunned down before turning to look at us whites. He began chanting words in the language of hell and you could feel evil spewing forth from his vile mouth. Good Father Murphy held his cross up and began reciting the 23rd psalm as Summers smacked the horse the nigger was astride and that evil nigger began to hang. As he choked that devil phallus of his hardened up and spewed it's evil on the ground before the tree. I swears it's all true. Satan hisself sent a storm to save his servant, lightning striking and breaking the branch holding Prospero's swinging body, but Satan's servant was already dead. We was running in fear by then, trying to get to our homes followed by a thick evil mist the devil had conjured up allowing his servants to escape. Betty and Samantha were taken into the convent to be saved by Jesus and the good sisters there. I'm glad that nigger devil hung."

Coincidently, a thick mist rose up after last nights lightening strike also. The mist in 1859 allowed many of Cox's slaves to escape the massacre which killed at least two dozen, mostly male slaves. The survivors built a community on the island in Lake Cox and lived there for over three years until the Union army occupied the Cox mansion in 1864 where they returned to work for the Yankees. Remains of their settlement still exists on the island.

Bobbie Sue stared at the article in awe. Black magic, curses, slave massacres, strange mists and lightening strikes, this was the stuff of best sellers. It was getting late, but she wasn't about to stop researching. She stood up and left the basement archives heading back into the library. "We're gonna close early for the game Bobbie Sue," said the library director.

It's going to, not gonna, thought Bobbie Sue, biting her lip to keep from correcting her boss. "I'll shut the place down then, I'm doing some research in the archives."

"You're not going to the game?"

"No, I've discovered something pretty interesting," said Bobbie, flipping through the pages of the phone book. "I'm really focused right now and want to keep doing research."

"Anything you want to share?"

"Not yet," she replied. "I'll be right back, I need to make a call." Bobbie Sue left the library and walked back towards town hall. She stared at the remains of the old oak now being scooped up by a bulldozer. She flipped her cell phone open and made a call. A man was lynched on this spot, she thought. Slaves were gunned down all around me. She shivered as someone answered her phone.

"Sisters of Mercy convent."

"Hello, my name is Bobbie Sue Kindle..."

"Yes, Mrs. Kindle, the English teacher. How may I help you?"

"Yes, I'm researching a bit of history that involves the Sisters Of Mercy. Do you have a resident historian?"

"The mother superior knows more then anyone. She's with the sisters tutoring the African American boys, but she should be done by now. I'll see if I can get her."

The good sisters had helped the poor black residents of Coxville for over a century. In a town that opposed integration more then anywhere in the South, the sisters for many decades were the only ones willing to teach the county's blacks to read. "We are all god's children," was their motto. The mother superior got on the line a few minutes later. Bobbie Sue was delighted to hear that not only did the mother superior know of Father Murphy, but she seemed to think that his journal had been donated to the library. Bobbie Sue thanked her and hung up the phone more excited then ever.

Bobbie Sue walked back into the library and ran into the director. "I'm taking off now. You'll remember to lock up and shut the place down?"

"Of course," she replied. "Can I get the keys to the rare book display? There's a journal that I want to check out. " Bobbie Sue waited while the director removed the key from her key ring. "Thanks," she said, palming the key.

"Just be sure to get it back to me and be careful. Some of those books are falling apart."

"No problem. Have fun at the game. Go Cocks!"

"Go Cocks," whispered the director. The women were using their library voices. "All the patrons have left except for Melvin."

Bobbie Sue nodded. She locked the door after the director and headed towards the rare book display. She spied Melvin at one of the computer terminals down an aisle. "We're closing up Melvin," she called to him.

He turned to look at her, pushing his glasses higher up his nose. "Aw man, I was just getting started. Can't I leave when you do?"

"Well I'm doing some research and might be here for hours. Don't you want to go to the game?"

"Naw, football bores me. I just don't see the fascination with moving balls around fields, diamonds, or courts. Can't I stay here... with you?"

Bobbie Sue winced. She had a lot of respect for Melvin's mind, but his voice was high pitched and grating. He was the kind of person so annoying you just wanted to punch and apparently Melvin did have some problems with bullies at school. "Alright, just let me know when you're ready to leave and I'll let you out."

"Thanks Mrs. Kindle. Hehehe," he giggled for no apparent reason.

Bobbie Sue winced again. His laugh was worse then his voice. She nodded and headed towards the cabinet. Father Murphy's journal wasn't readily apparent. It was tucked in the back of the old books, covered in years of dust. The book was leather bound and had a gold cross on the cover. She blew the dust off the book and opened it. Something fell out of the book at her feet. Bobbie Sue reached down to pick it up and saw that it was an old tintype photograph. When she turned it over, she gasped in horror.

The picture showed the hanging.

The picture encompassed the entire oak tree and the dark form of Prospero Black was visible hanging from a rope. She could see the backs of onlookers heads. A priest she assumed was Murphy was staring at the hanging man's penis which was hard as a rock and though it wasn't clear in the picture, the man's penis appeared to be a monster. Two beautiful blonde women were crying behind the hanging man and appeared to be trying to reach the slave, but a powerfully built white man was holding them back. Bobbie Sue shivered. The slave's body wasn't straight, his legs were kicking. He wasn't dead yet!

Bobbie Sue gulped and felt a little ill. She headed for the reception desk, looking down the aisle at Melvin, suddenly glad another person was in the room with her even if it was a skinny wimp like Melvin. She sat down in a chair behind the desk and flipped open the book. Most of it was irrelevant to her story though she did find this passage interesting:

June 1855- Phineas Cox showed me around his plantation today while his two lovely daughters Betty and Samantha Cox prepared our dinner. What I saw disgusted me. His slaves were out in the fields working on the cotton crop and in several places, the male slaves had dropped their britches and were plowing the female slaves from behind like animals. The females appeared to be loving it and were thrusting back into the slaves thrusts with as much lust as the males were showing. I have always found slavery a deplorable thing, but seeing this sort of behavior reaffirmed my belief that Africans were subhumans, little better then animals. I crossed myself when the nearest male slave pulled his still spurting phallus from a woman and all I could think of was the black bulls back home in the fields of Derry. Col Cox laughed at my discomfort. He explained to me that the first Cox had come to settle this county in the mid-1600's and started a farm. To help him on the farm, he purchased several slaves and the males had phalluses about this big. Col Cox held his hands about seven inches apart. Then his son bought some more endowed slaves both female and male and mated them with the sons and daughters of the original group. Their children had phalluses about this big. Cox spread his hand an inch further apart and he kept spreading them another inch every several generations. And this is the end result, he held his hands out towards his slaves as another male pulled down his pants and a huge foot long penis began rising to attention. A buxom negress took him in her mouth to speed him along. I informed Col. Cox that interfering with god's design would bring ill luck. He scoffed at me and told me that his most perfect creation had escaped him several years ago. A slave named Prospero, Cox having named all his slaves after Shakespearean characters, had escaped his plantation and Cox had a bounty out across the South for anyone who could bring Prospero back unharmed. Then Cox held his hands apart at a length impossible to believe to show me the length of Prospero's phallus. "Testicles as big as cannon balls too," Cox told me. "Big and heavy and full of more seed then a bull. He would have been my best breeder." I vowed to make a quick effort to leave this foul place as soon as possible after dinner while Cox stared at his slaves rutting like animals with a smug grin on his face.

Bobbie Sue blinked her eyes. She wouldn't have believed the story except for the tintype photo showing what looked like an arm sticking out between Prospero's legs. She recalled the newspaper articles about the large size of the black resident's penises. Could it possibly be true? She returned to the journal and moved ahead to get closer to the time of the hanging. She found an intriguing entry about Caleb Summers capturing Prospero.

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Caleb Summers asked me to bless him. He said he felt a taint on hisself at what he'd seen with his own eyes in New Orleans where they captured Prospero. He was but a shell of the man he had been since the hanging. The former strapping young man had gained a paunch and was losing his hair. He repeatedly asked to see his wife, but I refused. Caleb had married Betty Cox and was set to build his own plantation out near the lake when a messenger came telling Phineas Cox that the escaped slave he was searching for was living in New Orleans. After nearly seven years of searching the poster: Wanted escaped slave named Prospero. No distinguishing features except for a 14" phallus, had hit pay dirt. Caleb quickly volunteered to bring back the fugitive to make his father-in-law happy. I'm sure he wouldn't have been so eager if he'd known he was bringing back a devil that would corrupt his beautiful young wife and her sister.

Prospero was living in the quarter of New Orleans where the free people of color dwelt. Caleb summers brought along Zeb Swallows, Jake Kindle, and James McGuire to help him bring back the slave. The messenger had informed them that they would find the slave in Congo Square on Sunday night. This is what he told me:

We needn't have asked directions as the music coming from the square led us directly to it. We rode our horses watching the steady stream of blacks, creoles, mulattos, and much to our surprise plenty of whites and judging by their dress the whites were well off, all approaching Congo Square. Being mounted we had a better view of the square and I could see that the blacks had formed a circle with dancers in the center and men beating drums around the edges. Everyone was swaying, clapping, or stomping their feet. Of Prospero, there was no sign.

Suddenly, the crowd fell silent. There was not a noise from hundreds of people. A hushed murmur started when the crowd parted and a black woman stepped into the circle carrying a huge snake. She wasn't young, around sixty I'd guess, but she moved like a much younger woman and I could see that she had been a great beauty when she was younger. "Who is that," I asked a nearby negro. He looked at me in surprise. "Why that is Marie Laveau, our priestess," he replied.

Marie Laveau continued to dance around the circle with her snake. A roar went from the crowd which parted and another black woman stepped into the circle. She was absolutely stunning and I couldn't take my eyes off her. She resembled the older woman so much, I knew she must be her daughter. Then the young woman dropped her robe and forgive me father for I couldn't not take my eyes off this beauty, black though she was. She held her arms up to the sky as the drums started again and a chanting arose from the crowd. Marie held out the snake to her daughter who took it and the foul creature wrapped it's sinuous body around the poor woman but she reacted like it was giving her pleasure. She stepped backwards with the snake, the crowd parting and the beautiful young woman disappeared.

The crowd wailed as one and there was a disturbance where the girl had disappeared. They began chanting, "Zombi Damballah, Zombi Damballah" Over and over again the crowd chanted. I saw Mcguire crossing himself and I followed suit. Where the disturbance was occurring a head began rising above the crowd. A bearded black man slowly rose up sitting on a wood throne on a wood platform being raised by the negroes. He was nude and sat astride the throne like a king. His massive cock fell between his legs. Zeb whispered, "Looks like we found our missing nigger."

The crowd passed the platform around from hand to hand, making it appear to be a ship listing on a sea of black, brown, and white flesh. All the while they continued their chant of "Zombi Damballah." The platform turned to face Marie Laveau and a woman rose up from the crowd. Hands lifted Marie's beautiful daughter up and onto the platform where she kneeled at Prospero's feet. She was still nude, but the snake had disappeared. A clay jar was handed up to the nude woman who took it and dipped her hand into the contents. Then she took her slick hands and began coating Prospero's evil black cock. The crowd fell silent again as the mighty phallus began to rise and harden. When it had grown as large as a boy's arm, the woman kissed the bulbous tip and began stroking it with her hands. The platform moved to the edge of the circle.

Marie Laveau then began removing her clothes. When she was nekked, she held her hands up to the sky. "Ici me Damballah créateur de toute vie," she shouted. The negro nearby placed his palms together as if praying. He translated her words. "Here me Damballah, creator of all life." "Nous attendre à recevoir votre bénédiction. Montrez-nous votre amour puissant Damballah. Nous baptiser avec vos graines" Marie kneeled before the raised platform upon which her daughter was jerking off Prospero's dark cock. A dozen young women moved into the circle, dropping their clothes and joining Marie on their knees before the platform. "What did she say," I shouted at the negro. He replied, "We wait to receive your blessing. Show us your love mighty Damballah. Baptise us with your seed." And then Prospero's cock blew.

Marie's daughter had thrown her head to the ground just as his phallus exploded. Now I had seen bulls jerked off for their semen and I'm telling you, there was more seed shooting from Prospero's cock then I ever saw come from a bull. It shot out from the head in wad after wad, flying over the daughter's prostrate body and breaking up over the kneeling black women. His sperm rained down upon them, splattering against their bare skin. It was indeed a baptism and as the thick seed touched them, they began moaning, crying out in pleasure, until they fell to the ground, writhing in ecstasy.

When I looked back up at Prospero. Marie's daughter had taken his cock in her mouth and was sucking it back to erection. When he was hard, she began stroking him again. The "blessed" women, except for the voodoo priestess Laveau, moved back into the crowd and another dozen took their place. The process repeated itself and after they'd been blessed, another dozen took their place. Prospero's cock was jerked off a total of six times and there was no lessening in the amount of his ejaculate. I knew that old Colonel Cox would be pleased with this prime specimen of his family's breeding program.

Things moved quickly after that. Prospero's throne was slowly lowered, disappearing into the crowd. "Don't let him get away," I shouted at the men. We moved the horses forwards into a rapidly dispersing crowd. We need not have worried. Prospero hadn't gone anywhere. Marie's daughter had climbed onto his cock and was bouncing in his lap. Prospero's bearded face was buried in a bosom that rivaled any of the Cox family women. There were plenty on onlookers, including many whites. I didn't know at the time how she could have taken such a monster inside her. I thought black women must a been different or something. Now I know better seeing as how my wife and her sister took it... and loved it."

"You did indeed see the devil's work, Caleb," I told him. "Let us never forget that there is evil in the world. What happened next?"

"Well father, we waited and watched the two negroes fucking like rabbits and as soon as the negress climbed off him, we grabbed him. Prospero didn't put up much of a fight. It was almost like he was expecting us. I manacled his hands behind his back and was throwing him over my horse when the remaining crowd started crying out. That's when I saw her. Laveau reappeared. "You cannot take Damballah from us, white man," she shouted. We ignored her until the voodoo priestess pointed at one of her followers, a dark skinned black man in tattered clothing. He screamed and charged us. Jake just pulled out a revolver and shot him in the chest. She pointed at a woman this time. The woman screamed and charged, but Jake shot her in the face. I realized this would go on forever, so I took out my gun and pointed it at Laveau. That taught the old witch a lesson and she finally quit sending her followers after us. She just watched us as we rode off."

"Clearly what you witnessed was a satanic rite, Summers. You're a brave man and Christ loves brave men," I told him trying to comfort him, but even I was unnerved by what he had seen. "Did anything happen after that?"

"Not much. We grabbed a hold of an extra horse for him to ride, but I never removed the shackles for a week lest he cast some spell on us. We tipped broth into his mouth for food. We never put clothes on him and had to watch that big cock of his swell up all the time. It'd get hard several times a day and it seemed to pain him that he couldn't take care of it. Once I said to him, "We'll be back on Cox plantation in a couple days Prospero, better not give the Colonel a hard time. None of that Zombee Dumbala shit. Your name is Prospero Black."

"I knows my name, Summers," his head was down, but he stared up at me.

"You call me, master, nigger."

"I knows my name, massa. It is Prospero. It would be a sin on my soul to take the name Zombi Damballah. Papa Damballah is the creator of life. I am no god, massa."

"No you ain't boy. There is only one true god and it ain't no Dammed balla. Why in god's name were they calling you that then?"

At that point Prospero held his head up and looked at me all uppity. "They were not calling me Zombi Damballah, they were calling my cock Damballah. My cock is the black snake, symbol of Damballah, creator of life. It deserves to be worshipped and I am but it's wielder, it's humble servant, subservient to it's will, the will of god."

"You're crazy is what you is." But then I watched as his cock hardened again and it remained hard, thrust up over the saddle for half a day before it finally lost it's steel. I didn't feel right after that talk and I avoided Dambal... Prospero unto we got home. Cox was away and I was eager to see my beautiful Betty and bury my head in her bosom to lose the taint of the evil I seen In New Orleans. We let Prospero dip himself in the creek and then tied him in the barn to a pole. We didn't want any of the other slaves to know he was back. I then went to see Betty."

Summers wasn't meeting my eye and I knew he was holding something back. "Is there anything you aren't telling me, Mr. Summers?"

"I- I couldn't do anything."

"What do you mean?"

"With Betty. We ran up to her bedroom and eagerly stripped our clothes off. Betty was a lusty woman and we were trying to have a baby, but I couldn't perform. We kissed and I played with her tits- sorry father- but the image of Damballah kept appearing in my mind. I didn't feel like a man. I didn't feel I could please her with my inferior penis. I'm a white man and I felt inferior to a black man."

"It's not your fault my son. The Cox family didn't know what they were getting themselves into when they started that godforsaken breeding program of theirs."

"Father, it's been a year and only now has my penis started acting normal again. I've met a nice woman and I still want to start a family."

"I believe we have grounds for an annulment, Mr. Summers."

"Thank you, Father." Summers stood to leave. He turned to me and asked," Father, how is my wife?"

"Sister Betty is well. Sister Samantha still struggles with her demons nightly."

"Forgive me father, but that slut can burn in hell for all I care."

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Bobbie Sue reread the part about New Orleans and swore she heard the crowd cheering as Zombi Damballah was raised above them on his platform. The crowd cheered again and she realized she was hearing tonight's game. The high school was over a mile away, but the noise was still loud. The Cocks must be doing pretty well, she thought. This is a home game and they wouldn't be cheering that loudly for the Beavers.

Bobbie's husband would be cheering on the Cocks. She sent him off a quick text, explaining she was involved in some research at the library and would be home late. She wanted to see if Father Murphy mentioned anything about the hanging and the curse or what exactly happened to the Cox sisters.

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Todd stepped back and raised his arm up to throw the football, but none of the black players on his team were where they should have been. Suddenly, Sampson broke free and was clear. Todd threw the ball watching it reach the apex of it's arc and glide perfectly into Samson's arms. Then a Beaver was on him and Todd found himself staring at the night sky. The crowd went crazy. He slowly climbed to his feet. At first he was angry, that hadn't been the play they were supposed to do. Samson was running along the sidelines to Coach Black. Todd watched, expecting the Coach to ream Samson out, but instead they high-fived each other. At first Todd was pissed and then it hit him. Samson had just won the game and earned Todd a blow job. The thought of Kitty's lips wrapped around his dick cheered the Cocks' quarterback up and he limped off the field. Samson was being hoisted onto the shoulders of two of their team members as the crowd in the stands went crazy.

Over the loudspeakers the announcer was saying, "The Coxville Cocks have come away with an upset victory over the Bartown Beaver team. Thanks in part to the outstanding performance by our MVP of the game, Samson West!"

Todd was still a little shaken up by the tackle, but was recovering fast. He ran into Samson at the locker room. He was so looking forward to his blowjob that he wasn't the least bit angry at Samson anymore. He just wanted to shower and meet Kitty as soon as possible. "Good game bro," he told Samson. "You just won me a blowjob. I owe ya one."

Samson smirked back at him. "You lucky pencil dick. I wish I could get me some of dat."

"She's all mine bro. She's all mine." Todd and the rest of the team hit the showers, but their MVP had disappeared.

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Kitty was sitting on the bench while her squad was still cheering Samson and the Cocks. She stared in shock as the powerfully built black man was lifted onto his teammates shoulders. Samson glanced her way and gave her the thumbs up.

"Kitty, are you ok? You look like you've just seen a ghost. Kitty!"

Kitty's mother Jenny was leaning over her shoulder. "I just... I didn't think we would win," Kitty told her mom. "I don't feel so good." Kitty noticed her mother turning to greet her father as he approached. Her mother had left her keys sitting on the bench. She quickly snagged them and snuck off to meet Samson.

"Jenny, darling, what an amazing game," said Harold, putting an arm around his wife's shoulder. "Our we keeping our plans for the night?"

"Yes, I should be done here soon. Kitty's not feeling well and we can go as soon as she gets back."

Harold suddenly found himself choking as a thick muscular arm wrapped around his neck. "Gimme all your money," said a deep voice.

"Don't hurt me," gasped Harold.

Cocky jerk, thought Jenny staring at the enormous black man. "Don't be such a wimp Harold, it's only Coach Black."

Coach Black was a hugely muscled man who kept his head shaved and sported an devilish goatee. He was a graduate of Coxville High and had left the county to play professional football. He was just an average player and his career only lasted five years. He came back to town this past summer just as the old coach was retiring. Principal Long called up Black and offered him the job of football coach. He was an arrogant man, full of himself, but he was a good coach and he knew football. Jenny's biggest problem with him was that he clearly favored Samson West over her daughter's boyfriend Todd for quarterback. Though judging by tonight's game, Coach Black may have been right. Samson was clearly the most motivated player on the field.

"Sorry to break up the party, lovebirds, but it's time to get this place cleaned up," said Black.

"But we have plans for tonight," whined Harold, still trying to extricate himself from Black's arm.

"That's not my job, Coach," complained Jenny.

"It is when we're short staffed. You know Principal Long didn't want to hire anyone else and I'm not about to have my team spoil their fun after their victory tonight."

Jenny looked around to get her cheerleaders to help, but they had already split to meet their boyfriends. "Fine," she said, contritely.

Harold finally slid out from under Black's arm. "I guess I'll see you at home, Jenny."

"I'll try to hurry, Harold. Maybe we can salvage the movie at least and get barbecue another night."

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Kitty sat on the bench in the girl's locker room fidgeting nervously. I'm an idiot, she thought to herself. What was I thinking betting a blow job on a game's outcome and with a black man. Mom and dad would kill me if the caught me with a black man.

The door open and Samson stepped into the room. He was still in his grass stained uniform pants, but had stripped down to a white tank top and his black skin had a sweaty sheen to it. The tank top tightly hugged Samson‘s impressively muscular chest. "S'up Kitty, I see your ready to get them lips on my cock," he said while squeezing an impressive bulge.

Kitty gulped in horror. A part of her had expected he wouldn't even show up. "No way, I made that bet when I was drunk. You can't hold me to it. Come on Samson?" Kitty found her pleas were falling on deaf ears. "Todd is a friend of yours!"

"And he's always talking shit about what a great lay you are. We safe in here?"

Kitty sighed. "I stole mom's keys and she's probably gone home with my dad. Come on lets get this over with." Kitty felt a little sick as Samson stepped in front of her. He wasn't backing down. "This can't get out, Samson. No one can know. This can't get back to my mom or Todd. Do you understand?" He didn't answer her, just stared down at her looking up at him. His crotch was even with her face. "Answer me or the deal's off."

"I understand, Kitty. No pretty white girl gonna want anyone to know she sucked off some black guy from the Westside of town."

"Nothing personal, but the races don't mingle much in Coxville. Go ahead and take it out."

Samson grinned down at her. "Nope. You take it out."

"Come here then." Kitty waited until he took a step closer. For the first time she noticed the bulge in his crotch. It was impressive, as if Samson had an unusually large cup under his uniform pants. Kitty pulled out the top off his uniform and for the first time felt a strange tingle of excitement run up her spine. It was the excitement one felt when doing something forbidden. Kitty reached in and grabbed the large tube that was rapidly hardening inside the pants. "What the fuck! No way that's your dick!" Kitty couldn't believe what she was feeling. She yanked his pants down while pulling his shaft out. "Jesus! That's twice Todd's size!" she exclaimed with amazement. Samson's black dick completely dwarfed her boyfriend's and to make matters worse, it was still getting bigger.

"Never seen a black cock before have ya," laughed Samson, loving the look of awe on the pretty blonde's face. He'd never seen a white hand holding his cock and he decided he liked the contrast. "'bout time the women around here found out what the black men are packing. Well get to work." Samson reached down and pulled his shirt off and over her head.

Kitty leaned forwards, but held back. "How about if I just jerk it off? It's too big for my mouth anyway."

"No deal a bet's a bet, Kitty."

Kitty brought her face up just under the crown and let her tongue slide along his cock. Jerk didn't even shower, she thought, but his body odor smelled very manly. She licked up to the crown and let her tongue encircle it before stretching her mouth wide open and letting the head slide inside her mouth. Soon she was sucking the tip of Samson's foot long cock and trying to stop herself from enjoying this. The big black cock was leaking voluminous amounts of precum and she couldn't help thinking how good and salty it tasted. His precum was rivaling one of Todd's entire orgasms, but she guessed a penis as big as Samson's must require a lot of lubrication.

"Your pretty pink lips look so good on my dick," said Samson trying to rub it in. Seeing the stuck up Kitty Summers with her lips wrapped around the end of his cock was a thrill he thought he'd never feel. Plus the thought of Kitty subconsciously comparing Samson to Todd when she went back to her boyfriend was revenge for Todd stealing the quarterback position from him. It hadn't occurred to him that Kitty might actually enjoy it. Hoping to humiliate her a little more, Samson said, "Get some more of this big dick. Open wide." He grabbed the back of Kitty's pony tailed blonde head and forced more of his cock down her throat. He could see her struggling not to gag and the strain showed on her pretty face. Finally, Kitty couldn't take anymore. She yanked her head back until his black cock sprang free and she coughed trying to catch her breath. "I thought you were good at this," said Samson.

Kitty panted while holding the base of his cock and looking at it still slightly in awe at it's size. "I'm not used to one this big!"

"I know. I seen Todd's little prick in the shower. Me and the brothers call him pencil dick."

"That's not nice," said Kitty, sliding off the bench and onto her knees. She took Samson's cock back in her mouth and began bobbing her head.

"That's better. Get down on your knees," he said, enjoying the sensation of having the hottest girl in school kneeling before him while sucking his cock. Kitty had one hand on his hip. He watched her slide her hand along his stomach, feeling his hard muscles. He loved the contrast of her small white hand on his brown skin and she seemed just as fascinated. "You know it's true, Kitty. Todd has a little pencil dick compared to a black cock. Next time you have his little dick in your mouth, I want you to remember what it was like having a real man's cock shoved down your throat." She was looking up at him, listening to his every word. "Suck that black cock. Tighten them lips up." Kitty continued looking up at him as she obeyed his commands. Her lips closed harder around his cock as she began to suck faster, never breaking eye contact and it finally dawned on Samson, that she might be enjoying this.

Kitty suddenly pulled back, breathing heavily. "I need to catch my breath," she gasped. She never released his cock. In fact, she brought both hands over to it and gripped his shaft tightly while jerking him off. "It only takes one hand to jerk Todd off," she said, staring at her hands sliding along his black shaft. Kitty suddenly grinned. "He didn't last this long either."

A grin slowly spread across Samson's face as he let the tough guy image drop and they two of them grinned at each other sheepishly all the while her hands continued jerking him off. "I gotta warn you. I cum buckets." One of her hands released his cock and slid under it to heft his heavy balls, feeling how full they were. "You should take that uniform off or it's gonna get messy," he said.

Kitty arched her back and quickly pulled her top off until her large tits sprang free. "You just want to see my tits," she said, smiling.

Fuck yeah, thought Samson staring at her big white DD breasts. Fuck! She had pink nipples. He'd never believed he would ever have a big pair of white tittys with pink nipples to play with. "Fuck yeh. I wanna see dem tits-wrapped around my cock." Samson stooped slightly so that he could push his cock between her bosom. He squeezed her big beautiful breasts together and began titty fucking her. Kitty didn't protest. Instead she bent her head down and took the thrusting tip of his cock back in her mouth.

The pair suddenly froze. Someone was checking the door. Finding it locked, the person moved on. Kitty went back to sucking Samson's cock while he slid it between her breasts. This went on for several minutes, but Samson was starting to hurt while he squatted and Kitty's back was aching while she arched it. Slowly, his cock straightened out until he wasn't titty fucking her and she was just blowing him again. Something had changed though. Kitty was trying to take more of him down her throat. Samson noticed one of her hands had slipped between her legs. The horny slut was fingering herself while she sucked him. It was too much for a young man like Samson. He couldn't hold back any longer. "Fuck! Yes! I'm bout to cum Kitty. Ready?"

Kitty was already feeling the strain of taking nearly his entire cock down her throat. Sweat beaded her forehead and tears were running down her eyes. Wait! Your cock is in my throat! She thought. Kitty hadn't planned on actually swallowing a black man's sperm, but it was too late. His cock was jerking in her throat.

"I'm cu-cumming," groaned Samson. "Aargh! Fuck!" He was shooting the biggest load of his young life.

Kitty felt her belly filling with his warm seed. He shot more sperm in one load then she'd seen Todd cum over their entire relationship. Suddenly her pussy started spasming around her fingers. Yes! She thought, wanting to scream in pleasure. I'm cumming too." Kitty shuddered from the powerfully intense orgasm as Samson pulled his cock back until just the head was in her throat. Cum was still pouring forth from the head and she could taste him and it was better then anything she'd ever tasted before. She liked the taste of Todd's semen, but there was so little of it. Samson's filled her belly and her mouth several times over. Todd was a famine, but Samson, a feast.

"Damn! You suck dick like a fucking pro," said Samson, a little jealous. Todd had been right about Kitty's cock sucking skills.

Kitty looked up at him while continuing to suck the head of his cock, wanting to drain it of every last drop. I got to know she thought. What have I been missing out on? Could I take something this big? Jesus! I want this big black cock in my pussy. Kitty finally fell back on her ass and his big cock plopped out of her mouth.

"Fuck that was good." Samson looked down at his cock, still big and hard, but it had lost some of it's steel.

Kitty was staring at it adoringly. "I can't believe I came by giving you head."

Samson really liked the way she was staring at his cock. She suddenly turned over and got on all fours with her ass facing him The next thing she said completely floored him and made his dick stand straight up again. "Fuck me! Fuck me with your big black cock."

Samson reached over and pulled her panties down, while pushing her skirt up over her tight ass. "What about Todd?"

"Forget Todd! I want to feel your big black cock inside me."

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

Bobbie Sue flipped back through Father Murphy's journal trying to find the part about the hanging. She glanced up from her seat at the circulation desk and caught Melvin staring at her from his seat at a computer down the aisle across from her. Students stared at her all the time, even the black ones. She liked catching them to make them uncomfortable. She went back to the journal and soon found the date of the hanging exactly 150years ago today.

Here's what it said...

I heard they had caught Prospero Black fornicating with Cox's daughters. I quickly mounted my horse and rode with a gathering crowd to see the hanging. Colonel Cox had quickly rode back to his plantation when word reached him that his prize nigger bull had been recaptured. Apparently he had burst into his barn only to find his two daughters slobbering all over Prospero's black nigger cock. Rumors were rampant. Hettie Parker claimed to have seen witches circling the barn last night. Others claimed that the daughters hadn't just fornicated with Prospero, but that they drained the seed out of a nearly a half dozen of Cox's prime negro bulls.

The Plantation's population could rightly be considered that of a small town and it seemed nearly everyone was making a beeline for the oak tree before the Cox mansion. I could see Prospero sitting proud and tall on a horse with a rope around his neck, chest bare and wearing trousers, but what struck me the most was the sight of the girls. I crossed myself and felt a stirring in my loins. Betty Summers was being held by her strapping young husband, Caleb. Nearby, the other Cox daughter Samantha Small was being held back by another man. The girls were wearing next to nothing. Sheer white silk night clothes covered their buxom bodies. The swollen mounds of their breasts were visible under the silk and I tried not to stare. They also wore white leggings that had gotten torn at some point. Both women were struggling in the arms of their husbands and appeared half mad. At some point, I assumed they had been foaming at the mouths for their chins were crusted with a flaky white substance. "What is going on here?" I demanded.

Caleb appeared to have conflicting emotions on his face as he held his struggling wife. He looked distraught, sad, horrified, and angry. "I caught my wife and her sister servicing that nigger's cock," he practically screamed at me.

"Surely that's impossible," I muttered in disbelief. Proper white Southern ladies wouldn't sleep with a black male slave or even a free black for that matter.

"It's true, I caught the whores," said a voice off to my side. I turned to look and saw the old Colonel himself riding up. He was leading a contingent of slaves, nearly a hundred, men women and children. They were marching along the cornfield on the mansion's West side. Armed overseers were mounted and leading them to witness justice come to Prospero Black. Many of the townsfolk had guns too. "I was selling some goods in Bartown when Caleb came to tell me that he had captured Prospero and tied him up in the barn. We rode back as fast as we could, but it was after midnight when arrived. Caleb led me to the barn to see my prize black bull and what did we see when we opened the doors? I didn't see no slave tied up and waiting punishment by his master. I saw a nigger sitting like he was a king on a bale of hay with my two daughters slurping on his cock." At that point, Prospero snickered as he waited to be hung. Cox stopped talking and glared at him angrily.

"How did he escape," I asked.

Cox scrunched up his face which made him look like pure evil. He spit on the ground and dismounted his horse. "He claims that my daughters untied him."

"Surely, that can't be true," I replied.

"It's true," yelled Samantha. "I freed the black master." There came a collective gasp from the crowd. Samantha continued. "My black master rewarded us by letting Betty and I service his divine cock."

"My womb is filled with his divine seed," shouted Betty. Caleb suddenly spun his wife around and smacked her hard across her cheek. She fell to her knees clutching her face.

"As is mine." Samantha surveyed the crowd, still struggling in her husband's arms. "I pray that my black master has made me gravid and that I shall bear him a son."

I hadn't even realized it, but I had taken out my sturdy wooden cross and was holding it out towards the mad women to protect me from their evil. "How can this be?" I whispered to myself.

Hettie Parker answered me. "They are bewitched. Hang the NIGGER!!!"

"Hang him, hang him," shouted the still growing crowd.

I felt there was an evil present, but to some extent I believed it was coming from Phineas Cox. He had brought this on himself. He and his family had bred these slaves. The Cox family had created the monster that had brought down their beautiful daughters. "Betty, Samantha," I said trying to calm myself. "Are you bewitched? Did this black devil cast a spell on you?"

Samantha threw back her head and laughed. "My black master is no devil. He is a superior male. They have covered his cock to hide this truth from you. Remove his pants and reveal Damballah and you will see why I am his slave."

"Repent and I can save you," I told them.

Betty and Samantha both laughed. "Enough!" shouted Cox. "Line the slaves up," he told his men.

I glanced as he lined the slaves up to watch the hanging and noticed something odd about the males. They were all bald. The only males with hair were the children and Prospero who also sported a thick dark beard. "Why are they shaved?" I asked.

Cox grunted and looked over at me. "I'm told they all shaved their heads this morning. Othello told the overseer that they were dedicating themselves to the service of Damballah. My man whipped Othello good, but the slaves refused to stop shaving their heads."

"How did they know Prospero had been recaptured and was in the barn?"

"Witchcraft," said Cox. "They just knew." He shrugged as if to say the question was irrelevant.

"Or one of the workers in the field saw him being led in." I still refused to believe that witchcraft was involved in this even though Prospero deserved to be hung for his crimes.

"They tried to rescue him," said Cox, pointing to a group of half a dozen bald slaves, surrounded by men with guns. "But what they found was my two daughter's had already freed him. He gave them my daughter's bodies for their pleasure as a reward."

"That can't be true."

"I have taken their nigger cocks in all my holes," screamed Samantha.

I stepped back and held my cross up again. Merciful god save us. These women were bewitched! Two hundred years ago, my church would be burning them for their crimes. Worse, they were still under his spell. "Kill the black devil and your daughters may yet be saved," I calmly told the Colonel.

"I'll do the honors myself," said Cox. He slung his rifle across his back and walked over to slap the horse.

"Prospero Black do you repent? Do you admit that you are a sinner and in league with the devil? Do so and I will pray that god will have mercy on your soul." I stared at the proud black slave- no, he wasn't a slave. This man could never be enslaved. I clutched my cross tightly until the knuckles on my fingers turned white.

"I will no repent," he replied, haughtily. "For I am no allied with yo devil, white man. You created me," he said, nodding his head towards Cox. "This is yo doing."

"Are you willing to die with your sins still upon your soul?"

"I be no afraid," he said, looking down on me. "When I die I will become one with da land. I have planted my seed upon this place and I shall make it mine."

"Get on with it," I told Cox. "A storm's coming." Dark clouds were rolling in fast and the wind was picking up.

"Then it's time," said Phineas. "Oh and there's one last thing I want you to see before you die." Cox turned away from the doomed black man and looked to his men and the townsfolk. "Kill them. Kill them all."

I gazed at the old man in shock and then I heard a gun go off and then another. I turned to see smoke rising from several rifles. The people were opening fire upon the slaves. Three of the ones who had tried to rescue Prospero were down. They were shooting at women and children also, but mostly the men. The slaves stood frozen in shock at first before they turned to flee into the cornfield. Luckily for them, the stalks were tall since it was so close to harvest. Armed, mounted men followed them into the corn and shots continued to ring out. At least two dozen blacks lay dead, mostly the shaven headed followers of Prospero, but there were also some women and at least three children. I turned my eyes back up at Prospero. He looked shocked, stunned by what he was witnessing and there were tears rolling down his cheeks. And then he started chanting.

Oh Damballah, kreyatè nan lavi yo," he said.

I stepped back for clearly this was the language of hell. He continued to chant, mumbling. His words were dark and evil. I could sense a demonic power in them. I held my cross up towards him. "Stop him," I shouted at Cox. Then I began reciting the 23rd Psalm. "Yea though I walk through the valley..."

Cox had been gleefully watching the end of his family's centuries old breeding program. He turned and looked up at Prospero before slapping the horse on the rump. The horse leaped away, leaving Prospero swinging. I stumbled in my prayer as the horse nearly ran me down. Impossibly, with a noose tightening around his neck and strangling him, Prospero continued speaking his curse.

Events were happening quickly and I recite them while they are still fresh in my mind. Caleb Summers had released Betty as did Samantha's husband when Cox gave the order to fire. They pulled their pistols out and fired at the fleeing slaves, joining the blood crazed mob in their slaughter. The Cox daughter's were screaming hysterically, running towards their still swinging black master. Samantha reached him first. She threw her arms around his legs as if to lift him up and I wondered if she were trying to snap his neck, but instead she ended up pulling his pants down and she fell to the ground sobbing. As his pants fell, Prospero's big nigger cock swung up and out. It was fully erect as he strangled and the biggest I'd ever seen on any of Cox's slaves. There was a flash behind me as someone took a photograph of the hanging.

"Padonnen yo, papa yo, yo pa konnen sa y'ap fè." Were the last words he ever spoke. I watched as Prospero's eyes rolled up in his head and his tongue stuck out. Prospero died then swinging from the oak tree with Cox's two nearly nude daughters crying hysterically at his feet, but that wasn't the end of things. The moment he died, that big bull cock of his ejaculated. I'm ashamed to say, that my carnal desires have gotten the best of me when I was younger, before taking my vows of course, and I have seen my own ejaculate before, but the amount shooting from Prospero's cock could have filled a pail. It fell to the ground and where it hit, steam began to rise from the earth. The steam thickened, turning to mist, turning to a cloud. It was a heavy fog and the fog quickly surrounded the tree, spreading outwards from the oak. Everything it touched, disappeared from sight. It was unnatural. The fog quickly spread into the nearby cornfield and the shooting slowly came to a halt as the gunmen could no longer see any slaves to shoot at.

The townspeople started fleeing the mist. The was a flash and a boom that sent people to their knees in the dirt, ducking for cover. I heard a crack and could just make out the branch Prospero was hanging from breaking off, dropping his body to the ground. Then the heavens opened up releasing a torrential downpour as more lightning flashed in the sky and I joined the crowd, fleeing for the relative safety of their homes, though I headed for my church to seek safety and comfort in god.

When I awoke the next morning, the fog was gone and the town looked normal. Caleb Summers brought his wife and sister-in-law to me. They still looked distraught, but had calmed down. They hadn't bathed, their hair was unkempt, and they still had that white crust on their chins. Luckily, to keep my lust in check, white shifts had been thrown over their scantily clad bodies. Caleb gave their custody over to me and I promised that I would take them to the convent and say prayers for their safety daily. He then informed me that Colonel Cox had shot himself last night. Caleb told me that the old man had retired to his sitting room, taken out the pistol he had used during the Mexican war, polished it for over an hour, and then stuck the barrel in his mouth, pulling the trigger.

I told him I would be by to say some words over the old man's body. Suicide is a mortal sin and I feared the devil had taken his soul for it, but I could almost understand why he did it.

While it is still strong in my memory, I commit to paper the words of Prospero the negro devil as he spoke them while in the process of being hung...

Oh Damballah, kreyatè nan lavi yo.......

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

Bobbie Sue read and reread the words of Prospero, but she could not make any sense of them. It would take a genius to decipher this.... Yes! A genius was precisely what she needed.

"Melvin," she called. He jumped with a start and looked up from his computer. "Can you come here a moment?"

"Of course, Mrs. Kindle," he answered her in his nasally voice. The skinny little black teen stood from his desk and briskly walked down the book filled aisle towards her. "What can I do you for?" he asked when he arrived at the circulation desk.

"I want to know if you can translate this for me?" She handed the journal over to him and he glanced down at the words Prospero had spoken as they tried to hang him.

"It doesn't look like any language I recognize." He squinted at the words, his eyes looking larger then normal through the lens of his eye glasses. "A bit looks French. I don't know. I can give it a try."

"I'd appreciate it. Let me make a copy of this page."

"Anything for you Mrs. Kindle. He he he."

Bobbie Sue winced at his grating laugh. She put the journal page face down on the copier and made a copy of the curse. She examined the copy to make sure she'd gotten it all and handed it over to Melvin. "Here you go. Now put that genius brain to work."

"Will do. He he he." He saluted her, spun around, and marched back to his computer.

Bobbie Sue went back to the journal. She began leafing through it hoping to find out more information. It was mostly concerned with the faithful of the county, revenue generated from the convent's services, etc. She did find a few interesting pieces of information.

November 1859- Phineas Cox's younger brother, Franklin arrived today to take possession of the Cox Plantation.

January 1860- Franklin Cox returned today with some captured slaves that had fled his older brother's massacre.

June 1860- Samantha Cox Small gave birth to twin boys today. The sisters helped her as best they could, but it was a difficult pregnancy. Though mulatto, the boys favor their father and are as dark skinned as a full blooded negro. The always difficult Samantha gave them their father's last name of Black, though she did give them good biblical first names. The boys will be called Lazarus and Isaac Black. The good sister who acted as midwife confessed to me that she was shocked by the size of the boy's phallus's. She jokingly told me that she almost cut the first boy's penis off believing that it was his umbilical cord.

June 1860- Betty Cox Summers gave birth to twin boys today just two days behind her sister. They resemble their cousins both in their dark skin and their large penises. Betty is the much more agreeable of the Cox sisters. She shamefully admitted to not knowing which slave had fathered the children and after staring at the long dangling penises of her sons, she chose the surname Long. In a way, what Betty finally chose to name them was worse then her sisters. She named the boys after her father and her husband. They are Phineas and Caleb Long. Old Phineas Cox must be spinning in his grave to have his half breed grandson named after him. I will see that all four boys are raised to serve god and not their evil father. Perhaps when they are old enough, I will send them out among the slaves to preach the word of god. The slaves may listen to one of their own and end their pagan ways.

Bobbie Sue flipped forward a few months and got to the part where Caleb Summers told Father Murphy about the capture of Prospero and asked for an annulment. There was nothing more of interest until she hit pay dirt several years later.

August 1864- I stood on the walls of the convent and watched as the smoke rose around the Cox Plantation. Betty and Samantha stood near me. Goodly Betty was crying, but Samantha remained impassive. The other sisters had gathered to watch as had the four mullato boys who were once the sons of Betty and Samantha, but were now the sons of the church and god. Nearly four years old, they had grown like corn stalks and looked several years older. Samantha refused to take her vows and still wore the white robes. Betty had committed herself to god and wore the gown of a true Sister Of Mercy. At the time, we all believed that the Mansion was burning, but later we discovered that the Yankees had only burned the surrounding buildings. They had ridden out that morning, freeing the slaves, who were busy looting nearby farms. The crops were also burning, and I cursed the drought that had left the fields dry. It was then that Sister Betty slowly approached me. "Father," she said. "I'm ready to confess my sins." I had always longed to discover what had happened in that barn the night Betty and Samantha freed Prospero. Now I would know. Maybe there would be a clue as to how the devil had bewitched the two young women. I was so eager to know, I immediately led her to the confessional.

The next page was titled, "The Confession Of Betty Cox."

Excited, Bobbie Sue began to read, but she was interrupted. "Excuse me, Mrs. Kindle," said Melvin. He had approached her silently and she wasn't aware of his presence.

"What!" she snapped.

Melvin was startled and he took a step back. "S-sorry to disturb you, but I translated the page for you."

"What?" she said again, more friendly this time. She glanced at the wall clock. "It's only been fifteen minutes!"

Melvin shrugged. "I put my brain on it. Well, that and google. He he he." He handed her the paper and she glanced at it eagerly. It was still in gibberish to her. Exasperated, she asked, "Melvin, what is this, some kind of joke?"

The paper read:

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.

"Padonnen yo, papa yo, yo pa konnen sa y'ap fè."

"No Mrs. Kindle, I have the English translation right here." He held up another piece of paper. "The language was Haitian Creole, but the problem was that the author had written it down from memory and with no knowledge of the proper spelling. Most of the words were completely wrong. I had to sound them out and take guesses as to how they were spelled."

Bobbie Sue might find Melvin grating and annoying, but the teenage boy had just phonetically sounded out misspelled words in a 150 year old journal, translated them to a language he wasn't familiar with and translated it into English. In 15 MINUTES! His brain was truly amazing. She smiled at him nicely and he smiled back. "Can I see the translation?"

Melvin handed her the translation.

oh Damballah, creator of life. the rainbow serpent, the black snake. plant your seed upon this land. May the daughters of Eve be buxom and fertile. May they find solace serving the superior black snake of Damballah. For the white worms of the sons of Adam will leave them wanting. Oh Damballah, creator of life. Ripen the bellys of the daughters of Eve. With the seed of the black snake of Damballah. And may they create new life to serve you. Oh Damballah, creator of life.

The last line irked and angered Bobbie Sue, a good Christian woman of faith.

"Forgive them father. They know not what they do."

How dare he mock Jesus like that and set himself up like a messianic figure. Bobbie Sue reread it. "So there is a Coxville Curse," she said, out loud.

"What's this all about?" asked Melvin.

Bobbie Sue looked up at him. "Alright this is between you and me. I'm hoping to get a book out of this." And Bobbie Sue told him everything she had discovered so far.

"Fascinating," said Melvin. "Of course, there's no such thing as curses, but still a fascinating piece of our history."

"I don't believe in the curse either. For whoever does these things is an abomination to the lord," she quoted scripture. "But what does it mean?"

"It's clearly sexual. He he he." Melvin practically giggled when he said it.

"Is it? I'm sorry, but can you leave me alone?" Bobbie Sue couldn't stand to here his laugh anymore. She was grateful though. "Thanks, you have been a big help. I'll be done soon and then I'll give you a lift home."

Bobbie Sue looked at the words again. The first lines were clearly beseeching his pagan god.

Plant your seed upon this land.

That sounded very much like he was praying that the land would be fertile. Nothing unusual there.

May the Daughters of Eve be buxom and fertile.

She'd heard that before or at least the first part. C.S. Lewis referred to Christian women as the daughters of Eve. The Christian women of this county were certainly buxom. Bobbie Sue looked down at her own huge breasts. Of course, buxom women seemed to run in the county's genealogy.

May they find solace serving the superior black snake of Damballah.

That line was certainly disturbing. Prospero referred to his large penis as Damballah. Had he cursed the town that it's white Christian women would find happiness giving themselves sexually to black men? Bobbie Sue shivered. Of course it was nonsense. There wasn't one interracial relationship that she was aware of in the entire county. So much for this part of the curse.

For the white worms of the sons of Adam will leave them wanting.

Bobbie Sue sat back in her chair. Translation- the small penises of white Christian men will not satisfy their women. She shivered again and couldn't help picturing her own frustration with her husband's continued inadequate sexual performance. Other women openly talked about their own frustrations, but Bobbie Sue never joined in. Jenny Summers, Nurse Swallows, and other teachers often griped in the teacher's lounge about their husband's disappointing sexual performances. Come to think of it, Bobbie Sue had never heard one woman in the county bragging about her husband as a lover. Sure some were romantic. Some were attentive and generous with gifts, but never ever anything about their skills as a lover. So this part of the curse had come true. She snorted and kept deciphering.

Ripen the bellies of the daughters of Eve. With the seed of the black snake of Damballah. And may they create new life to serve you.

So the black men are gonna knock you up, she thought before correcting herself. The white Christian women will be impregnated by the black men. Another piece of nonsense. No interracial relationships, no interracial children. Unless, Prospero was not cursing the land, but Cox's daughters? The seed of his black snake had knocked both of them up and with twins. She heard Melvin's voice in her head saying, fascinating, and she had to agree.

Bobbie Sue was eager to find out what had happened in the barn so she went back to reading the journal.

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Jenny was feeling frustrated as hell. Where are my keys? Can't drive home. Can't get a shower. Hopefully, Kitty had them. Her key chain held her car keys, the gymnasiums, and girl's locker room, as well as her home. Unless they turned up, she was stranded. It was beginning to look more and more like tonight's date night was going to be a bust. She was hoping to shower first, but one of her girls must have locked the door to the locker room. Her change of clothes was locked in her car. Her cell phone was locked in her office. She was going to have to search the sidelines again. The parking lot was empty. Coach Black had been the last person she saw, but she hadn't noticed his car in the parking lot. She wasn't aware that he owned a motorcycle or that it was parked behind a tree.

Jenny checked a wall clock. If she could shower, find her keys, and change within forty minutes, Harold could meet her at the movies and she might still enjoy her evening. Her wanderings had taken her past the door to the boy's locker room. I guess I could use their shower. I bet they are all out celebrating their victory by now. The door would probably be locked, but when she tried the handle and it opened right up. Finally, something was going her way. Jenny Summers stuck her head in the door. "Coach?" she yelled. "Coach are you here?"

Jenny entered the locker room. It smelled sweaty and nasty like one would expect of a male locker room, but a shower was a shower. Coach's office was located in the same location hers was in the girl‘s showers. It provided a view of the showers and the lockers. The lights were off in his office. All was quiet. She turned around and locked the door so that she wouldn't get caught should there be any stragglers.

Jenny Summers walked over to a bench between the lockers and let her long blonde hair down while pulling up the top of her uniform. Great, he's gone home, she thought. I hope no one catches me changing in here. I get so hot and sweaty out on that field. Jenny was a fastidious woman and a clean freak. She kept her home and body spotless. She showered and washed her hair every morning and if she exerted herself at all during the day, she showered again at night. She worked the cleaning crew hard in the girl's showers and it was clear that Coach Black wasn't as fastidious as she was. The boy's lockers were clean enough for boys, but not for her own standards. Wet towels and dirty jock straps were laying around, growing mold and mildew before they would be picked up tomorrow when the cleaning crew came. She vowed not to touch anything, but was still uncomfortable that her bare feet would be walking on the floor and the dirty shower. Jenny stripped down to her white bra and thong. She unhooked her bra releasing her giant breasts. It felt a little naughty changing in the boy's locker. She tossed her thong aside and walked into the shower thinking how good it was going to feel.

In his dark office, Coach Black was sitting back in his chair meditating on tonight's game and what he could have done better, how he best could have used his players, and most importantly, what they could do to keep winning games. It was a practice he had learned from his old coach and one he had decided to adopt. The quiet and the darkness allowed him to think more clearly. What didn't allow him to think clearly was the site of a gorgeous white woman stripping just feet from his office. Well, well, well, if it isn't Mrs. Summers, the cheerleading coach, he thought watching her strip. At first, he hadn't noticed Jenny enter the lockers until she called his name. He almost answered her which would have spoiled his show. She didn't appear to actually be looking for him and when she passed his office and started letting her hair down, he sat back in his chair and watched the show, feeling his meaty black cock starting to puff up as each article of clothing was pulled off her buxom body. Coach Black stripped off his white tee shirt and pants in his dark office and wrapped a towel around his waist. "I think I'll join you," he said as he left his office and headed for the shower.

Jenny closed her eyes and let the hot water run all over her body as she lathered her skin with soap. Her hands slid all over her body, covering her breasts with suds, coating her hips, running down her blonde pubic hair and between her thighs. Her skin tingled from her touch and she began to get aroused. Her hands pushed her breasts together and then one slid over her nipple and she pinched it, trying not to moan. She was more then aroused. She felt downright horny. Ever since her erotic dream last night, she'd been horny all day. She wished she could remember it because that must have been some dream. Either that or the thought of being nude in the boy's shower was making her horny. She thought of all the young boys who stared wide eyed at her during class and she pictured them staring at her in the shower and somewhat guiltily, she imagined her daughter's boyfriend Todd, so young, fit, and handsome staring at her. He was nude too and slowly approaching her. Her thighs were growing damp and it wasn't just from the shower. Jenny massaged her right breast while pulling on her left nipple. She slowly opened her eyes to see a dark figure wearing a white towel around his waist standing arms crossed just outside the shower's range.

Jenny instantly came alert. Her hand came down to enfold her blonde pubes. Her arm crossed her chest to cover her breasts, but they were to big and one slipped out under her arm while her other nipple slipped up just above her hand. "Coach Black! What are you doing here?" Jenny was horrified. Not only had a black man seen her nude, but he had caught her playing with her own nipples. Another minute or so and her hand might have slipped down between her legs, she was so lost in her fantasy about Todd.

"This is the men's shower," said the Coach, matter-of-factly as he pulled his towel off.

"Oh my god!" Jenny stared wide eyed and the fat slab of dark meat hanging between the coach's legs. It was the longest, plumpest, penis she'd ever seen and it wasn't even hard. The monster was already more then twice Harold's size.

"Never seen a black cock before, Mrs. Summers?"

"Are they all this big?" she asked when he stepped up to her. She was so fascinated with it, that her hand came out to lightly stroke down the fat rod as it swelled even bigger and slowly began to lift up. Jenny felt a wave a pleasure run through her body and she thought it was simply from touching his big penis, but realized that Coach Black had reached out and pinched her nipple. His black fingers gently pinched, tugged, and twirled her hard pink nipple and she had to fight back a moan.

"Most aren't as big as mine, but they're always bigger then whitey's." Coach was considered something of a freak outside the county. While showering after a game, his huge cock dwarfed both his white and black teammate's little penises. His sexual prowess became legendary and he never lacked for pussy. Even had some white pussy every now and then, but none looked as good as Mrs. Summers. Back in Coxville, he'd watch his boys shower after a game and he didn't feel so special anymore. The black athletes all had big impressive cocks. It amused him watching the whites react to them. The showers were segregated, whites staying far away from the intimidating black cocks of their dark skinned teammates. The whites would look uneasy and glance at the often erect black cocks sticking out from the black players. Coach Black noticed a trend during gym class that lots of whites tried to get in or out of the showers as quick as possible to avoid the blacks. He instituted a mandatory showering time, ostensibly for the purpose of cleanliness, but in reality, it made him feel good watching Coxville's good ol' boys squirm. Samson, LD, Max, Leroy, Deon, and fuck even nerdy Melvin all had black cocks that dwarfed the biggest white kid in school. The black jocks took to mocking the white boys. Samson openly called Todd a pencil dick. Others called the white students macaroni, noodle dicks, worms, or grubs and Coach Black did nothing to stop the humiliation. He looked down at his cock, not quite sticking straight out. Coach Summers was still running her fingers along his hard shaft. He'd seen the look of awe on her face before on other conquests and it never grew old. "It gets bigger," he told her. "Why don't you clean it for me?"

Jenny still had some soap on her hands. She began lathering the huge black shaft up, watching as it grew even bigger. The head came up to rest between her large breasts. "It's twice as big as my husband's," she lied. It was probably closer to three times, but she didn't want the arrogant coach to know how much bigger his penis... his big black cock was then her husband's little penis. What the hell am I doing? She thought. I should stop this immediately, but she couldn't let go of his cock. She bent down to heft and lather up his heavy scrotum. It too dwarfed her husband's. One of Coach Black's testicles was bigger then Harold, penis and nut sack combined. Her other hand was still rubbing the Coach's cock and it occurred to her that she wasn't so much cleaning it anymore as that she was jerking it off. She should stop this immediately, but she couldn't.

Coach Black reached out to pinch her nipple again, but instead found his hand squeezing the entire soft fleshy pillow of her giant breast. He'd never seen tits this big on a woman so fit and that wasn't a complaint. He released her breast and slid his hand along her wet back to her shoulder. He began to apply pressure, pushing her down. "Now that it's clean, why don't you suck it for me?" he asked.

Jenny found herself on her knees looking up at the massively muscled black man with his cock sticking straight out over her face. If he thought she was going to suck his cock, he had another think coming. She rarely even did that for her puny dicked husband. The long pee slit brushed her lips and she stared cross eyed down the huge shaft. No way was she going to suck off the arrogant black man. "But I'm married," she said as her tongue came out to lick under the black bulbous crown causing her entire body to shiver with excitement. A married white woman or an unmarried one for that matter would never put a black man's penis in her mouth.

Coach Black pushed down on the base of his cock and pushed the head into Jenny's mouth. "A blowjob isn't cheating," he said, staring down at her. Jenny surprised herself by not fighting it. Instead she wrapped her lips tightly around the tip of his cock. It felt so big in her mouth. It was hard not to gag. "Suck it hard just like that," said Black, putting his hand on the back of her wet head and pulling her farther into his cock. It's so thick, so much bigger then Harold's. My husband's never this hard either. The Coach's cock is like steel. It may have been hard as steel, but that black steel shaft actually bent as Black tried to shove more of his cock in her mouth. "Get some more of this big black cock," he said. "That's it." The big cock head worked it's way down Jenny's throat and she found herself sucking half the giant shaft. Just see how much you can swallow and then stop, she told herself.

Jenny bobbed her head rapidly, her lips tightly gripping the shaft sliding in and out of them. She looked down the six or seven inches of fat black meat sticking out of her mouth and let her eyes run up over the black man's magnificently muscled body. Black was as near to physical perfection as a man could get. She looked at his face, rugged features, tough looking and a little mean, but cocky and handsome. Her eyes met his and they froze staring at each other. Strange thoughts began popping into her brain, thoughts completely foreign to her mindset. Thoughts she couldn't have pictured herself having twenty minutes ago before she first set eyes on Coach Black's cock. The first strange thought was that she wanted to swallow his entire shaft at some point. She wanted to swallow his cum. She wanted to please him. She wanted to know what it would be liked to be fucked by a cock this big, and this black, fucked by a big black cock.

The head pushed too deep. Jenny gagged and had to pull back to catch her breath. She broke eye contact and began nibbling all along his shaft letting her throat muscles take a break. Finally there's a real man in my life. No more limp dicked hubby. I want it down my throat again, she thought, not wanting to wait any longer. Jenny took him back in her throat and slurped over the head while kneading Coach's heavy sperm filled balls. She looked up into his eyes again. A real man doesn't have a little white penis. A real man has a cock, a really big black cock. This is a real man. Coach Black, I'm glad you don't know what I'm thinking because it makes me feel slutty. You are a real man Coach Black and I love your big black cock. Jenny watched a conceited smirk appear on his face and for a moment she feared that he could read minds.

"I wanna fuck them titties," said Coach Black, stooping down. Jenny fell to her back on the wet shower floor. Hot water slid under her body as the Coach kneeled over her and started sliding his big black cock between her large breasts. Jenny had let Harold do this to her several times when the were young and in their early twenties. She snickered at the memory. Her husband's little white penis had disappeared entirely among the folds of her oversized GG bosom. The Coach's black cock looked like a foot long kielbasa sliding between a regular sized hot dog's buns. It was so big she could still suck on the tip while he fucked her breasts and that was exactly what she did.

Jenny squeezed her breasts tightly around his shaft while sucking the head of his cock. Black was on top of her, holding himself up like he was doing pushups, pumping his hips so that his cock slid back and forth through her breasts, fucking them. His cock head popped out of her mouth. He was groaning and fucking her tits faster now. She struggled to recapture his cock head in her mouth, but it was too late. "I'm gonna CUMMM!" growled the coach and cum he did.

Coach Black's cock literally exploded it's first wad shooting between her breasts and striking the bottom of her chin. He reared back, jerking his cock off furiously over her breasts. Long wads of semen shot out from the tip, covering her breasts, chest, and face. One long strand of sperm fell directly in her mouth and Jenny swirled it around, tasting it, and for the first time swallowing a man's seed to show her respect for his prowess. Her upper torso was coated in semen. Black's one load blew more sperm out then Harold's penis had in nearly nineteen years of marriage. There's so much cum for me, thought Jenny. She squeezed her breasts together and looked down at all the white pudding on her body. Thirty minutes ago she hadn't liked that her feet were touching the moldy floor of the shower, now she was lying on her back on the same shower floor, covered in a black man's sperm and she'd never felt better.

The Coach fell back to his kneels, straddling her hot body and let his mighty cock fall back between her breasts. Jenny grabbed his shaft with both hands and stroked it forward while holding her tongue out, hoping to squeeze the last bits of ejaculate into her mouth so that she could taste him again. Her hands milked one last large wad of semen from his shaft and she promptly licked it up. Mmm, his cum tastes so good, she thought, looking him in the eyes again, the tip of his cock on her lips.

Jenny was torn emotionally. This was probably a one time deal. Just a strange situation two attractive people found themselves caught up in. She was a married mother, a school teacher, a churchgoer, a model citizen of Coxville. She couldn't risk this happening again. Yet deep down she knew that if Coach Black walked into her office and whipped his cock out, she'd be on her knees trying to suck it bone dry without him saying a word to her. Still, she could try to resist him, avoid being alone with him whenever possible. She would explain to him that this could never happen again and because this was a one time deal, Jenny decided to make the most of it. "I want you to fuck me," she told him, kissing his cock head. "But you can't get me pregnant." Maybe he had a condom in his office, she hoped. She didn't trust him to pull out.

"Don't worry about that Jenny," said Coach Black. "I've had a vasectomy," he lied. Yeah right, he thought. Like I'd let a knife anywhere around my balls.

"Then show me how a real man fucks, Coach. Show me what a big black cock can do. Fuck my white pussy."

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Kitty Summers was on all fours on the tiled floor of the girl's locker room, her legs were spread wide. Her arms rested on her elbows and her hands were clasped together as if she were praying. Samson was kneeling behind her, his cock once again erect, harder then ever and he aimed it at her pretty pink pussy. "Please be gentle," she begged. "I've only had Todd and he doesn't have a cock like yours."

"Don't worry girl. I'll take it easy," said Samson, rubbing his cock head up and down her glistening labia. Her pussy was soaked, her lips stuck out and her clitoris was hard and distended. Her pussy was begging for his cock, literally drooling for it.

Kitty felt the knobby head exerting pressure on her pussy lips. Her labia slowly pushed in, opening for it and Samson's cock slipped inside. Kitty scrunched up her face in concentration, sucking her lower lip into her mouth and tasting the sperm still covering her chin on it. Oh, it's stretching me out so good, she thought. Samson felt so much bigger then Todd did when he was inside her.

"There, finally got the tip in," said Samson. "Damn girl, your pussy's so tight." The black teen gave a short thrust. Her pussy made a noise as her juices squirted out around his shaft. Her pussy was soaked, doing it's job coating his cock. "I see Todd's little dick didn't open up this pussy none. It feels like I'm fucking a virgin.

Kitty felt like she was losing her virginity all over again, but without any pain this time. Her insides felt stretched to their max, but there was no pain only intense pleasure. She was grateful, Samson was being patient with her. She reached under her body and between her legs to spread her pussy open for him. "Yes!" she moaned. "Samson! Your cock feels so good in my pussy. You're so deep inside me."

"Deep?" he laughed. "You gotta be kidding me. You still got six inches to go, girl. I'm going to have to resize this little pussy of yours."

His cock had forced Kitty down on her belly, her large breasts holding her torso off the ground. She was moaning in pleasure, but his words brought her back to reality. "What! Oh god," she screamed, thinking, Resized! I'll never be able to fuck a white boy again and enjoy it.

Samson grabbed her hips pulling her pussy back onto his cock while he fucked her hard with half his shaft. "Uh Uh Un, Fuck!," he grunted. With one powerful yank, he buried his cock in her pussy. "Yeah, that's better, opening this pussy up real good."

"Oh! Shit! Aaaahh!!! Fuck!!!" screamed Kitty as Samson's cock head forced it's way through her cervix and into her womb. Kitty felt her pussy stretch to accommodate Samson's foot long cock and she truly felt resized. He collapsed on top of her and they rolled over onto their sides. He held her leg up and began working his cock in and out of her pussy. She groggily lifted her head to look at him, he stared back at her, their faces just inches apart Then they were kissing, tongues dueling for supremacy as he slowly fucked her.

Samson suddenly grabbed her body and rolled onto his back. He pulled her body up his until his cock sprang free and she moaned in resentment. He held his slick cock, hard and rampant as it ever got, up for her to see as she straddled his body, her ass resting on his hard abdominals. Kitty looked down her breasts and belly and the enormous cock sticking up just past her pussy. "Look at it Kitty," he told her. "I bet you didn't think all that was gonna fit inside you. You was built for big nigger dick. Get up and ride it, girl."

Kitty stared at it in awe. She giggled suddenly. She rode horses professionally, bouncing up and down in the saddle. She pictured herself in her riding outfit while mounting Samson. "Well I hope you're ready. I can ride better then any girl in school." She stared at his cock and couldn't help thinking that he was right. She had taken the while thing. What's happening to me, she wondered. I am built to fuck big black NIGGERS!"

Kitty sat up facing away from him, lifted her hips, and slowly lowered her pussy down around Samson's big cock again. This time it slid in a lot easier, the head banging against her cervix, but there was no pain. She started riding his cock, bouncing up and down in his lap as fast as she could. Her big tits flopped up and down. She felt her pussy squeezing down hard around his dick, hugging his shaft, milking it for his cum. "Oh oh oh! Fuck!," she moaned. "Your cock is so deep in my little white pussy! Uh. I'm c-cumming! I'm cumming on your big black cock. Oooo-oooo oooh!" She screamed as her pussy clamped down around hs cock, seeming to vibrate like crazy as she had her first true orgasm. Waves of pleasure permeated her body. Kitty screamed her joy to the world as she felt true sexual satisfaction for the first time in her young life.

Her orgasm added fresh lube to his shaft and loosened up her cervix so that as she slammed down in his lap, his cock head forced it way even deeper inside her. "I think it's in my womb," she gasped. "It's so deep!" Kitty's pussy hadn't even quit spasming form the last orgasm and suddenly it was blowing up around his cock again before clamping down over his shaft. Kitty was stunned, such pleasure shouldn't be humanly possible. "I think I'm cumming again!!! Aaagg!!!"

Samson was still young and not that experienced. There was no way he could last feeling her pussy going crazy around his shaft. Oh. Fuck! He thought. Her pussy's so good! I'm about to CUM!!! "Ugh! Fuck! I'm blowing my load girl. Right in your pussy. AAARG!!!"

Kitty screamed. "No. Wait! Pull OUT!" Her last orgasm hadn't even stopped and suddenly she was cumming again. Samson's cock was jerking, pumping his seed inside her womb. She felt his blasts of cum striking inside her and then her womb was ballooning up as it filled and his ejaculate was squirting out through her cervix, around his shaft and pouring out her pussy. "AAAA!" she screamed. Oh god! I can't take anymore, Kitty thought. She felt dizzy. She was still cumming. Samson's cock was still pumping wad after wad of cum inside her pussy. Kitty's eyes rolled up inside her head.

I'm passing out, were her last thoughts.

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Todd had spent the last hour walking around with a hard on. He texted Kitty for the second time and waited ten minutes. When there was no response, he tried calling her, but she didn't answer. He was expecting his victory blow job and Kitty had never disappointed him before. She kept her promises.

Finally, he decided to try her house. He drove out to the Summer's home, parking behind Mr. Summer's car. Kitty didn't own a car and her mom tended to ferry her around. At first, he walked around the side of the house and peeped over the fence. The Summer's large pool dominated the backyard. He and Kitty had made out many times in that pool. Just the thought of his girlfriend in her tight bikini was doing nothing to help his erection. He looked up above the pool to the second floor, but Kitty's bedroom light wasn't on.

Todd headed back around the front and rang the bell. He waited patiently, tapping his foot, hands inside his varsity jacket until Mr. Summer's answered the door. "Oh, Hi Todd. Great game tonight," said the balding, pudgy man.

Kitty certainly didn't get any of her looks from her father. No Kitty's looks, naturally blonde hair, and buxom athletic figure all came from her stunning mother. Todd could never figure out how a guy that looked like Harold Summers could have scored a wife like Jenny. Kittys mom figured in as many of his masturbatory fantasies as Kitty did. Jenny never wore a bikini as skimpy as her daughters. All her swimsuits were more conservative, but there was no hiding that body. "Thanks, Mr. Summers. Is Kitty home?"

"Nope, the girls aren't home yet. I thought Kitty would be with you."

"That's strange. We were supposed to meet up, but she isn't answering her phone."

"Well Jenny couldn't find her keys and hoped Kitty had them. I wasn't about to wait all night for her to find them. I just called, but my wife isn't answering her phone either. You wanna come in and wait?"

"No thanks. Just tell her I'll see her at school if she doesn't get home any time soon."

"Jenny and I had plans. I guess it looks like we both are getting stood up. Good night."

"Bye." Disappointed, Todd walked back down to his car. He'd wasted half his night waiting for Kitty. He decided to go find his teammates, they would be out drinking somewhere. Hopefully Kitty would call and he wouldn't be stuck with his right hand for a date.

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The following is an excerpt from "The Coxville Curse" by Roberta Susan Kindle, published one year after lightning destroyed the oak tree in front of city hall. It is a dramatization of The Confession of Betty Cox as discovered in the journal of Father Murphy.

Betty Cox Summers was out strolling the front lawn of the Cox Mansion. She wore a pink and white dress with a brooch on a scarf around her neck. Like all the Cox women, she was blonde, naturally fit, and had the large breasts one of her Germanic ancestors had bequeathed to all her descendants. She heard her name called and turned to see her sister racing towards her from the barn. They were twins and bore a strong resemblance to each other. Samantha was wearing a blue and yellow dress and where Betty wore her blonde hair up on her head, Samantha wore hers tied down in a bun. Betty was always the more proper of the two, a true lady whereas Samantha had a wild streak clearly evident by the lower cut bodice of her dress. Samantha looked excited and a little dazed. She'd eaten in a hurry because her chin was covered in a thick white cream Betty couldn‘t identify. "Samantha," she chided, motioning to her own chin. Samantha grinned and very unladylike, scooped the cream up with her finger and into her mouth.

"Betty," called Samantha, "You gotta come see the new big black nigger stud that daddy bought today."

"Oh!" Betty looked at her sister disapprovingly. Samantha held a very unhealthy fascination with their father's nigger bucks. She'd been caught several times watching the bucks fornicating like dogs in the fields while the other slaves worked as if it were the most normal thing in the world for two people to fornicate out in public. One night when their husband's had gone off to market, and there was a big thunderstorm, Samantha had shared Betty's bed. Her twin had whispered to her that she often wished her husband, Joshua Small had a penis like the slaves did. Betty had been mortified, but her sister had a point. Her own husband, Caleb, had a penis a third the size of her father's least hung slave. Samantha went on about how the negress women were always screaming in pleasure whenever a negro buck entered them. "I just lay there when Joshua enters me," said Samantha. "Me too," confessed Betty.

"Come on, Betty." Samantha took her arm and pulled her. "He's in the barn and he's bigger then any I've ever seen."

"I don't want to see a slave's penis," said Betty, allowing herself to be pulled by her sister. "And why is he in the barn?"

"I don't know." Samantha led her sister towards the barn not far from the manor home. "Just be quiet. He was sleeping when I found him. They got him tied up to a pole."

Betty frowned. Why tie a slave up? He must have done something bad, like try to escape. Otherwise, he'd be locked in the slaves quarters. Some slaves were working in the cotton field beside the corn field. A group of males rose up and stared boldly at the Cox Twins. "Samantha, look the males are bald!"

"Oh who cares what the slaves do as long as they do their work. Now shush." Samantha opened the door. "Close your eyes."

"Samantha!"

"Just do it." Samantha led Betty over to the restrained slave. Her prim and proper sister was about to have a life changing moment. The same life changing moment, she herself had had earlier when Zombi had asked- no ordered her to suck his cock. Her belly still felt full with his warm seed. "Open your eyes, Betty. Can you believe the size of this filthy nigger's cock? It's enormous."

Betty looked at the slave who seemed to be sniffing the air. Then she looked down to see what her sister was so excited about and she gasped in shock. "Oh my god," she said. No wonder her sister was so impressed. It dwarfed her husband Caleb's penis several times over. Even hanging down, the buck's cock was half hard and more swollen then her husband ever got. Caleb had disappointed her last night, crawling into her bed and burying his head in her bosom. He had seemed to need comfort more then sex and his penis never stirred. He wouldn't say what was bothering him. She had missed him and was climbing the walls with her arousal, but there was nothing she could do to make her husband hard for her. Even as she stared at the hung slave, his cock was growing and rising a little.

"Lets kneel down and get a better view," said Samantha.

Betty nodded and knelt with her sister. The slave's cock was between them. She too had seen the slaves in the fields fornicating and it always made her uncomfortable, but this cock was different. She could understood her sister's fascination with it. "It's so big, Samantha. I had no idea..."

"Touch it, Betty."

Betty's hands were in her lap, but she pulled them back as if shocked by her sister's words. "I couldn't!"

"Do it," said Samantha, reaching out and taking Betty's hand. She brought her sister's hand up to the slave's shaft and placed it on the stiffening cock. "There, now that's not so bad, is it?"

"No," said Betty staring in surprise at her little white hand on the huge cock of one of her father's slaves. She softly caressed the underside. Her sister's hand came up and hefted the slave's big bull balls. "Samantha, it's so long, thick, and heavy!" Betty could see the large rounded head slowly emerging from the foreskin. Her hand ran further down the shaft and tickled the underside of the head.

The slave slowly spoke in a deep voice. "Rann li difisil." (Make it hard)

"I- I- I want to get this nigger cock hard. I want to see how big it gets."

Prospero looked down at the two young blonde white women showing their appreciation for Damballah. He spoke again. "Ou se cho, retire abiye ou yo." (You are hot, remove your dresses)

Samantha hefted Damballah's heavy scrotum. "Me too! Betty, it's so hot in here. We should disrobe before we ruin our new dresses."

Betty quit stroking the slave's cock. It was hot in here. The barn was roasting. She stood and Samantha rose next to her. The slave was looking at both of them and Betty stared back as she turned so that Samantha could undo the laces on the back of her dress. She did the same for Samantha. They assisted each other in removing their cumbersome dresses. Betty had the strangest feeling that she was stripping for the slave and not because of the heat. Neither sister tried to cover their bodies from his eyes. Betty stripped down to her pink stockings, a garter that held them to her girdle and her neck brooch. Her big breast fell freely over her girdle and her blonde pubic hair was visible beneath it. Samantha matched Betty except that her stockings and girdle were blue. Samantha also let her hair down. The slave clearly liked what he saw. His cock had grown to it's full size and was pointing upwards. "You were right Samantha, I feel so much better now that I'm out of that tight restrictive dress. Look at his hard black monster cock. I do declare, but it looks to be about half a yard long." She grabbed his shaft just beneath the head. Her fingers didn't touch it was so thick.

"I know! Isn't it amazing. He's three times larger then my husband." Samantha once again began hefting the slaves huge testicles. They were so heavy and full.

"Damballah kenbe espèm oswa dechaj anpil pou ou." (Damballah holds much semen for you)

"What's he keep mumbling?" asked Betty.

"It doesn't matter, some savage nigger language no doubt. I want to find out how much thick cum is in those big balls of his."

"I shouldn't, but I want to see how much semen is in those balls to." Standing half nude before a restrained slave and discussing his big cock was the last thing Betty Summers had expected to be doing this afternoon.

"Adore Damballah ak bouch ou." (Worship Damballah with your mouths)

Betty did another thing she had never seen herself doing, even with a white man. She leaned down and ran her tongue around the head of his cock. "Lets get this huge nigger cock really slick," she told her sister.

Samantha was already on her knees, licking the slave's testicles. His balls were sweaty and dirty, but they smelled oh so manly. Lord, they tasted so good.

"Samantha montre ou renmen pou Damballah ak frè l 'yo. Souse kòk chante m 'yo." (Samantha show your love for Damballah and his brothers. Suck my cock)

Samantha pulled the slave's cock down away from Betty's flickering tongue. She wrapped her lips around the head and took it into her mouth. She'd always been amazed by the size of their family's slave's cocks. She'd even had sinful dreams about them, but she never would have acted on them. Now for the second time today, she found herself unable to resist it. She had been so excited after sucking him that morning that she had needed to find her sister to share in her new found love. For she now loved sucking on big huge black monster cocks. She took him deeper in her mouth sucking his shaft for all she was worth.

Betty was shocked and awed by the sight of her sister sucking that black monster and surprised at how skilled she was. Samantha looked so beautiful with it in her mouth. So perfect. Like it was the most natural thing in the world for a white Southern belle to suck on a slave's black cock. "Samantha, you look absolutely angelic sucking on that monster."

"Koulye a, ou a, Betty, tou de nan nou." (Now you too Betty, both of you)

Betty kneeled beside her sister and the two took turns sharing his cock. There certainly was enough to go around for both Cox sisters. Samantha pulled back until the huge cock plopped free and pushed it over towards her sister's mouth. Betty forced the huge head in her mouth and fought not to gag as the bulbous cock head pushed it's way down her throat. She took as much as she could, not wanting to show Samantha how inexperienced she was at this and not wanting to disappoint the slave. When she couldn't take it down her throat any longer, she pulled back and said, "The head must be the size of my fist," to cover up her lack of skill. She licked around the head trying to catch her breath while Samantha licked along the shaft. The sisters had both their hands on the huge shaft and there was still plenty of black cock sticking out around their fingers.

"Ou ta vle vlope tete ou otou kòk chante m 'yo." (You wish to wrap your breasts around my cock)

"I want him to titty fuck me with his big black cock," said Betty, squeezing his giant shaft between her enormous breasts.

"Why Betty Cox Summers," said Samantha with an amused look on her face. "I've never heard you speak like that."

"I've never felt like this before," said Betty, squeezing her tits together tightly while bouncing on her knees. She licked and kissed the end of his cock while it slid up over the lower half of her face. "I don't know what's come over me."

"I know what's come over you Betty or should I say CUM over you." The more experienced of the sisters was watching Prospero's cock swelling up as it titty fucked her prim and proper sister. The dark black cock was turning even darker as it grew. The veins became more prominent. The knobby cock head as big as her fist looked like it was about to explode and no sooner had the thought entered her mind, the head did explode. It exploded in a torrent of cum that rained down over Betty's forehead and hair.

"Aargh!!! Suck the nigga cum out of my balls," groaned Prospero as Damballah spit it's seed. "Souse espèm lan negro soti nan voye boul m '." "Taste my seed white woman" "Gou pitit pitit mwen an blan fanm." "Kòm grenn lan nan Damballah plen vant ou, ou pral vin, sèvitè l ', esklav yonn nan mèt ou a nouvo nwa." (As the seed of Damballah fills your belly, you will become his servant, the slave of your new black master).

Betty barely heard the slave growling. Half his words were English and half his negro gibberish. Her eyes were crossed as she watched the huge cock spurting. A wad fell on her tongue and it's taste sent a shock though her body. The still spurting cock was slipping down between her breasts, sliding under her nose, cum shot out from the head, falling onto her outstretched tongue and sliding down into her mouth. "Taste his hot cum, Betty," said Samantha as sperm poured down Betty's chin. "It's to die for. Yes Betty, eat that huge load of black cum."

Betty was practically blinded by the never ending stream of erupting sperm and couldn't see her sister. The cock continued sliding down until it was shooting directly into her mouth. Then the head pushed inside. Betty gulped as fast as her mouth filled. It seemed like it had been cumming for over a minute and it was still shooting enough to make her gag. Betty pulled back until it sprang free of her mouth. "His cum tastes so good," she moaned as she pursed her lips over the tip of the still ejaculating cock. She looked down the huge shaft. Just underneath it, she could clearly make out the tops of her buxom breasts. They were covered in semen. The black man's sperm had splattered down on her breasts and almost run down to her painfully erect nipples.

"Suck it down Betty. Get every drop," said Samantha, jerking his shaft to make sure it drained every last bit of seed into her sister's hungry mouth.

"Kounye a ou pral obeyi." (Now you will obey)

Betty's belly felt full of his seed. She'd never tasted anything so good. She wanted more of this slave's amazing black cock. She would do anything for it. Anything he asked. "Who are you?" she asked, looking up at the bearded slave with awe.

"I'm Prospero Black."

"The runaway?"

"Yes, now untie me so that I may fuck that white pussy of yours and yours to," he said, looking at Samantha.

The sisters hurried to untie Prospero. He stumbled free of the ropes, rubbing his wrists where the rope had cut into him. He stretched. The Cox twins stared at him in awe. "His cock's still hard," whispered Samantha to her sister.

Prospero heard them. "That's because it's not done with you," he said. "Get on all fours Betty, I'm gonna pound that pussy of yours real good."

"Please be gentle," begged Betty, obeying him and getting on her arms and legs in the straw. "I've never been with a real man, only my husband, Caleb."

Samantha came up behind Prospero and smashed her breasts into his back as she rubbed his broad shoulders and muscular arms. "Betty, get ready for the best fucking of your entire life." She watched him line up his giant cock with her sister's pussy and decided she wanted a closer view. Samantha kneeled on the hay beside them and stared as the bulbous cock head pushed against Betty's engorged and dripping labia. "Yes, push that fat black bull cock into her tight little white pussy," she cried in glee seeing her prim and proper ladylike sister about to be fucked by a nigger. She watched as that giant steel hard cock practically bent from her sister's tight pussy's resistance to having something so big forced inside it and then his cock straightened out as her pussy finally opened wide enough to take it. "Amazing!" she mumbled, wishing he had decided to fuck her first. After sucking his cock earlier, he had promised that she would feel him inside her pussy, but first he wanted her to bring him the wife of Caleb Summers. It seems her brother-in-law had pissed him off when he recaptured Prospero.

"Oh God! It feels so good!" screamed Betty, loud enough that Samantha feared someone passing the barn might hear them. "Lord it's so deep!" Samantha stared as Betty took nearly the entire negro cock. He was sp thick, her pussy was stretched to the point the hole nearly reached her anus. Samantha almost found it intimidating.

Betty suddenly fell on her head, bucking her ass up into each thrust of Prospero's cock. Each time the black man pulled his shaft out from her pussy, it dripped with her juices. Betty moaned in pleasure each time he pushed it back in. "Oh! Oh! I thi-ink I'mmmm," she squealed through gritted teeth. "CUMMING!!!"

Samantha watched her sister's labia quiver around the shaft stretching it out. Then her sister's orgasm began flowing down the shaft, to coat Prospero's pubic hair and testicles until it started dripping from his balls.

Prospero grabbed her hips and pulled her into his lap. With great difficulty, he fell down until Betty was on top of him. The muscular black slave wrapped his beefy fists around Betty's ribs and began lifting her up and down his cock. "Still cumming! Yes, fuck me with your big black cock," screamed Betty having an intense orgasm that seemed to last for an eternity.

Prospero pulled down, impaling the lovely blonde on his thick shaft. Towards the end, just above his balls, his cock appeared to bunch up, before forcing it's way through her cervix. Betty's facial expression went from one of sexual ecstasy to one of intense concentration. Sweat beaded her forehead. Samantha hovered behind her looking sideways at her sister and down at the big black cock now completely embedded in Betty's pussy. "It's in my womb," moaned Betty. "Oh god! It's so big!"

"You're doing fine, sister," said Samantha. "It can't be that bad."

"Can't take it any more," cried Betty, sliding her ass back up Prospero's chest until his mighty cock sprang free. Samantha quickly bent her head down and sucked the tip of Prospero's soaked cock. She bobbed her head rapidly along the shaft, not caring that only seconds before it had been in her sister's pussy. "Then you try it," said Betty. "It's your turn to ride this big black nigger cock. We‘ll just see if you can handle it."

Samantha straddled Prospero the second Betty rolled off. "I'm sure I can." Samantha lowered herself over the head, feeling a great pressure against her vagina and then the fat head pushed inside her. "I've been wanting to feel one of these in me the moment I first saw slaves fucking in the fields." Prospero grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her over several inches on his cock. "I love how my tiny white pussy stretches around his thick black monster cock."

"You're so slutty, Samantha," said Betty, leaning down to watch the thick black shaft disappearing into her sister's pussy. "Ride that black stallion."

"Yes, I'm a slut for his cock, Betty," she moaned as her pussy took more of his shaft with each bounce. Her big breasts were dangling in the black man's face. He sucked her nipples. "I feel it Betty," she screamed. "His big black cock is gonna make me cum. Here it comes. YES!!!!"

Now it was Betty's turn to watch her sister's orgasm run down Prospero's shaft to drip on his balls. The extra lubrication was all Samantha needed and his entire cock pushed inside her. "You took it all, Samantha," cried Betty.

"I know. It's in my womb now, but I love it. I love having my white pussy stuffed full of black cock. I didn't know sex could be like this."

"You's my slave now, bitch," growled Prospero.

Betty was offended at the boldness of the nigger. How dare he. Who does he think he is? However, her sister answered him. "Yes master. Yes, my black master. Cum inside me! Yes, it's so deep. Give me a big black baby boy."

"Take my seed, slut," said Prospero, his meaty hands squeezing Samantha's huge breasts.

"No Sam, don't let him cum..." But it was too late. Betty watched in horror as the fluid leaking from Samantha's pussy turned white. A black slave had just cum inside her sister.

Prospero rolled her over onto her back and sat back until his cock plopped free. Betty could see right between her sister's legs and it was a sperm filled mess in there. His white semen flowed from Samantha's pussy in a torrent. "Wow, my pussy feels so full of cum," said Samantha licking her lips. "Your black cock is amazing."

Did her sister feel no shame? wondered Betty. Betty felt angry. She was furious at her sister. What if she got pregnant? Why wasn't she concerned? I'm so glad it's not me... and then Betty realized that she wasn't angry at her sister for letting him cum inside her. She was angry that it hadn't been herself that he had cum inside. Betty wanted to feel his sperm filling her pussy and womb. She'd never been more jealous of her liberated sister in her life. If she hadn't panicked earlier, it could have been her pussy that was leaking cum. She was about to get her wish.

The barn door flew open and five male slaves stood staring at the scene in front of them They were bare-chested and naked, but for worn tattered trousers. All had shaved their heads to make themselves more serpentine looking to serve the serpent god. The Cox twins recognized the slaves. They were Macduff, Lear, Puck, Othello, and Henry. Three of them pulled their long floppy cocks out of their trousers.

"I don't need rescuing," said Prospero to the slaves while he rubbed the knobby head of his cock on Samantha's pussy.

"I can see dat," said Macduff, his cock slowly rising to attention along with the others who one by one lowered their pants. For two centuries the Cox family had been breeding their slaves for size, endurance, and fertility. That breeding program had culminated in Prospero Black whose cock had returned an African god to the world. The male slaves on the Cox plantation had no control over their sexual drives. They needed to fuck. They needed to cum at least several times a day and usually more. Their women were completely subservient to them, opening their mouths, pussys, and asses to any slave that wanted them. But never had any of the slaves expected to see the beautiful white Cox twins, the daughters of their hated master, lying half naked in the hay, wanton and reeking of sex, having just fucked and sucked one of their own.

"You niggas ready to do some work?" asked Prospero.

"We're always ready to work," said Lear. "Got my tool right here." He grabbed and shook his swelling cock.

"My tool needs some lube," added Puck. His cock was nearly a foot long and sticking straight out.

"Oh my!" said Betty, realizing this was her chance to get her pussy filled with cum. "Well hello boys, come on in and show me your tools."

The next few hours became a blur for the Cox twins. The slaves split into two groups with three each taking Samantha and Betty. Prospero placed Samantha on all fours and pushed his massive cock into her ass while another slave shoved his cock down her throat. Betty found two slaves squeezing her tits until one slid his cock between her breasts before asking her to suck it. She took his cock deep down her throat, loving it and eager to finish him so that she could take the two other foot long cock pointing at her cheeks.

"Spread dat ass open for me slave," ordered Prospero.

"Yes master," said Samantha. "It's so huge. It hurts so good."

"We just getting started. That's just da tip."

Betty winced listening to her sister getting her ass fucked, but she was too distracted to care. Three massive black poles were now being rubbed around her mouth vying for attention.

Samantha was staring cross-eyed down the massive black cock being shoved down her throat, while Prospero was trying to force his cock in her ass balls deep. She to, had another massive cock patiently awaiting it's turn.

Betty was pushed down on all fours and found a cock entering her pussy from behind. The slave pulled her back into her lap and another cock was being banged against her mouth until she opened up and took it inside. The other slave brought his cock up and she took turns sucking them while bouncing up and down the black cock deep inside her. She came several times before the slave she was riding pulled her back until his cock sprang free. She moaned in protest, wondering if she was ever going to feel a black man's sperm filling her womb. The slave she was straddling spread her ass cheeks apart and she could feel the head pushing against her anus. The head forced it's way in, but Betty couldn't scream around the thick cock still in her mouth. Then things got worse as the cock in her ass was forcing it's way deeper in her anus, another cock slowly entered her pussy. She fell back in shock on the man she was straddling. The slave she was blowing decided to straddle her and titty fuck her while she blew him. Betty now had a black cock in every hole.

Samantha was getting the same treatment. Prospero had rolled around until she was on top of him with his cock still in her ass. She screamed as another slave entered her pussy and the third silenced her by shoving his cock down her throat.

Betty had lost track of the orgasms the three slaves had given her. They pulled out and flipped her over. She mounted the one who had been in her ass while the one in her pussy now pushed his cock in her ass. The last black kneeled in front of her and she lovingly sucked on his big cock.

Betty knew that this was a life changing experience for better or worse. The two in her ass and pussy came together and Betty threw back her head screaming, "Fill me with your sperm, my black masters." She finally knew what it felt like to take a black man's seed and it was wonderful, better then anything she could have imagined.

The slaves knew that the plantation was practically deserted as Phineas Cox, Small, and many of the other white men were trading in the next town. For many hours they used the Cox sisters, using their bodies, forcing them into sexual slavery, possessing their bodies and souls. The barn echoed with screams and moans of pleasure for hour after hour. The slaves used their bodies, taking out their frustrations on the daughters of their hated master. One by one they began to cum. The male slaves switched partners repeatedly, each cumming three or four times in asses, vaginas, and mouths. No hole was spared. The women were used roughly and without compassion, but they weren't complaining. They soon realized that they loved being used and felt they belonged. They were sluts for big black cocks. Sluts for their family's slaves and there were no regrets.

Once the haze of sexual bliss wore off, the slaves relinquished themselves back to their duties, one by one slipping from the barn. The women watched their lovers/masters leave. The heavy scent of sex lingered in the summer air while the two slave master's daughters gathered their senses, recovering from the relentless orgasms that had bathed their divine bodies.

Betty and Samantha leaned into each other as they rested on the hay. Betty's ass and pussy leaked a steady stream of sperm. Semen covered her head and breasts, yet somehow her hair still remained neatly tied up on her head. "Oh Sam,‘ she said. "I am uncertain I can allow myself to forget what transpired today. Those niggers fucked me into submission."

Samantha whose body was covered in as much sperm as Betty‘s, had two fingers in her pussy, slowly massaging her slit with the sperm of multiple lovers. "Betty, I feel the same," she replied. "Already, I feel compelled to partake of those massive nigger cocks. It's an insatiable urge I am feeling, but we should wait until the witching hour to sneak back down here."

Prospero watched with an arrogant, but amused expression on his face as the sisters gathered their dresses and left the barn to get cleaned up. He looked forward to their return.

Samantha and Betty had a house slave heat some water for them to clean themselves. The old black woman nodded knowingly when she saw the messy state the girls were in. She just grinned a toothless smile at her master's daughters and went to obey. The Cox sisters stripped off their soiled stockings and girdles. Naked they shared the small tub just like they had when they were children, taking turns with the rags to clean themselves and each other. Later, they took dinner in their rooms. Samantha's husband was still off with Phineas Cox and Betty just told Caleb that she wasn't feeling well and was retiring early.

Betty awoke in the middle of the night feeling a presence hovering over her. Moonlight shined through the open window and as her eyes focused, she could make out her sister. Samantha held out her hand and Betty clasped it, quietly slipping out of bed trying not to wake Caleb.

Betty had worn her heavy conservative undergarments. It was difficult to remove and unattractive, hiding her figure. She hoped it would send a message to her husband, that she wasn't interested. She needn't have worried, Caleb climbed into bed beside her long after she was asleep. He hadn't even tried to wake her to see if she were interested.

Samantha on the other hand had pulled a silk shift over her body and silk leggings covered her shapely legs from her toes to mid thigh. She was nude under the shift and the thin sheer material left nothing to the imagination. Her shift was low cut and laced across the tops of her breasts. Betty immediately knew that her twin was making herself sexy and desirable for Prospero. Betty quickly struggled to get out of her heavy undergarments so that she could dress like her sister. Her shift was similar, but didn't have the lacings across her breasts. The lingerie was expensive and a wedding gift from an Aunt that owned a trading company dealing with the orient. The sexy outfits were intended to stir the loins of their husbands so as to impregnate the sisters to bring more Cox babies into the world. Now they would be used to stir the loins of a black slave.

The twins held hands as they ventured forth into the moonlit night, eagerly heading for the stables and the black bull that was waiting there for them. "Samantha, I can't wait to wrap my lips around that nigger's black monster cock again," said Betty, grinning with anticipation. She was very much a changed woman from the one that had woken up yesterday morning.

"I'll gladly join you on my knees to worship his huge nigger cock, Betty." Samantha tugged harder on her sister's hand, pulling her along. "Now come. Our black master awaits."

Betty and Samantha opened the door to the barn. They found him sitting on a throne made of bales of hay and covered with blankets. He was still naked, his huge cock dangling between his legs, ready to rise again at the slightest stimulation. Prospero Black truly looked like a black god at that moment. The Cox twins slowly entered the stables, mouths agape at the sight of their black master. There wasn't anything they wouldn't do for him at that moment.

"White man say dey breed me good," said Prospero. "Strong to work and good to breed." He flexed his arm and made a bulging muscle, while reaching between his legs to heft his swollen sperm filled scrotum. "200 years dey say. 200 years to bring Damballah back into the world. "Don't know dey made you too. Marrying strong fertile women with full hips to bare children and big full breasts to fill with milk to nourish them. Made ya too good. Dey white man nut ‘nuf fo ya anymore. Ya need my nigger seed, my nigger dick. Ya want it, so come n' get it."

Betty and Samantha flew to their knees before their black master. His words rang with truth. The Cox men had always looked for women of a certain type to marry. The always arranged to marry women from big families and bloodlines to ensure fertility. The men never married a woman they hadn't first inspected for health, fitness, and large bosoms. The Cox sisters were every bit as much the product of a breeding program as the plantation's black slaves. Every aunt and cousin still living had bodies like Samantha and Betty's from the time they were in their early teens long into middle age. The men of the county and outside it eagerly sought out any woman with a hint of the Cox bloodline to marry.

The twins took Prospero's cock in their mouths, fighting over it and coming to a silent agreement to share. There was certainly enough for two women. While Betty sucked it, Samantha licked his balls. Then they would switch. He came first in Samantha's mouth. She gulped as fast as she could, but couldn't keep up with the volume. The moment sperm dribbled between her lips, Betty shoved her aside and took Prospero in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged with sperm and deflated twice before she gagged and sperm spit from her mouth. Samantha shoved her aside, but they had lost control of Prospero's cock. It continued blasting, hosing their faces and hair with semen.

Samantha grabbed the base of the giant shaft, milking it for more sperm and trying to drain every last drop in her mouth. Betty wasn't about to be undone. Before Samantha knew what was happening, Betty had stood, straddled Prospero's lap and was yanking the cock out of Samantha's hand to guide it into her pussy. Betty orgasmed immediately as she slammed her ass down into the black man's lap. Her pussy was so stretched from earlier, that she took him easily.

Samantha stepped back to watch her once pure sister riding Prospero's big nigger cock. She was wanton and slutty, pulling her black master's head into her bosom so that he could suck and bite at her nipples.

That was the position they were in when the stable door flew open. This time it wasn't more slaves come to fuck them. The three were so immersed on pleasuring each other that none had heard the sounds of riders approaching. Caleb Summer's stood aghast in the doorway. He was still in his nightclothes and holding a lit lantern. A half dozen mounted men were near him. Leading the party was the girl's father Phineas and Samantha's husband Joshua Small. Once a messenger had reached Colonel Cox informing him that his prize nigger bull had been recaptured, the slave master had raced for home. The last thing he expected to find were his beautiful twin daughters, both married, both proper Southern belles, and his pride and joy servicing the very same nigger bull's cock.

Samantha gulped and stepped back. Betty and Prospero were too far gone to care. Both were near orgasm. She bounced more rapidly trying to get him off knowing their time was almost up. Prospero squeezed and tugged on her erect nipples more harshly so that she might cum. The white men had recovered from their shock enough to approach the interracial couple fucking, but it was too late. Betty threw back her head and screamed that she was cumming before the eyes of her black lover, her sister, her husband, her father, and a half dozen of his employees. Prospero grunted like a bull and like a bull his huge balls flooded Betty's womb and pussy with more sperm then it could hold. The eyes of the white males watched in horror as a torrent of white semen poured from their conjoined crotches.

A whip lashed out to wrap around Samantha's neck, choking her and pulling her down upon the same hay where six niggers had possessed her body and soul that afternoon. Arms reached around Betty and pulled her off the black man's still spurting cock. She too was thrown on the hay.

Prospero threw back his head and laughed as iron manacles replaced the rope that had bound him earlier. A livid Phineas Cox strolled up and slapped him across his bearded face, but he would not quit laughing.

"That man is the devil," shouted Caleb. "I saw it in New Orleans. His cock has bewitched them, Colonel."

"We'll see," spat the old man. "Lock the sluts up in the cellar until tomorrow. Someone fetch Father Murphy to see if they are bewitched or if they're just a couple of nigger loving whores. Someone go ring the church bells. I want everyone at the Oak tree in the morning."

Phineas Cox turned to his men. "There's gonna be a hanging tomorrow."

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

Jenny Summers felt dazed and confused. Just over a half hour ago, she had been feeling icky walking through the men's mildewy shower with just the bottoms of her feet touching the tiles. Now she was laying on those same tiles, covered in the black coach's sperm, legs spread wide to receive a black cock longer then a foot and thicker then her wrist. And she had asked to be fucked by it! Looking at that black monster poised to enter her pussy was giving her second thoughts. She could see his big sperm filled balls dangling underneath the huge shaft. She hefted those big balls and now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen a vasectomy scar on them. "But I thought a vasectomy meant..." she said, but the Coach ignored her and continued lining his big cock up with her pussy. She thought about squeezing her legs shut to stop him, but instead the hand with her wedding ring finger went between her legs and spread her lips open for him. He surely wouldn't lie about getting a vasectomy. Would he? Maybe the scar was just faint? Maybe vasectomies didn't leave scars? She could still taste his sperm on her tongue and it was the thickest richest sperm she had ever tasted. She'd given her husband a blow job a half dozen or so times over their nineteen year marriage, but her obviously fertile husband didn't taste as rich or produce anywhere near as much cum as the Coach's big black balls. The consistency of the black man's sperm was a lot thicker. Thick gelatinous globs covered her breasts, face, and chin, even mixed with water from the shower, it was a lot more viscous then Harold's little teaspoon of runny sperm. But why would a man lie about a vasectomy unless he wanted to get her pregnant. Jenny shrugged it off as a product of her suspicious mind and decided she's have to ask Nurse Swallows if she knew anything about vasectomies when she got a chance.

A long strand of semen was still dangling from the big head of Coach Black's cock as he pressed it down against the opening to Jenny Summer's tight white pussy. I can't believe I'm about to fuck the hottest white bitch in Coxville! He thought, grinning as light sparkled on her wedding ring. He knew from experience that once his cock was fully embedded in her, married Jenny Summers would be his. He looked down at her magnificent body and wondered not for the first time how a wimp like Harold Summers had ever scored a major babe like this.

Jenny leaned up watching his cock head pushing her labia in. The last time anything anywhere that big had been near her pussy was her daughter's head when she was giving birth. God he's huge, she thought. I still can't believe how big his cock is. I didn't know penises got that big. He'll split me in two with that thing. Jenny gulped in nervousness as her pussy finally opened wide enough for the tip to fit in.

"Shit! You got one pretty pink pussy, Jenny. It's already hot and wet for my black dick." Black wasn't kidding either. He'd never seen a pussy more eager for his cock. Her pussy lips were dripping with juice and quivering with anticipation. Muscle spasms just inside seemed to be trying to pull him in deeper. The bitch was starving for a fucking by a real man.

Jenny's fingers moved from holding her pussy open for him to reaching down to grab the base of his cock just under the head. There was a gap of several inches between her fingers he was so thick. "Jesus! It's too thick! I don't think I can take it all," she moaned with apprehension.

"That's just the head, baby. You got a long way to go." There was no way the Coach was going to stop until he was balls deep in her sweet pussy. He grabbed her legs and pulled her into his cock, her back sliding along the wet floor. Inch after inch forced it's way into her pussy. Her vaginal muscles were still trying to pull him deeper. He reached a point only five or six inches in and her pussy suddenly froze, trying to hold him in place.

Jenny moaned and gasped for air on the shower floor. It was starting to feel good, but she couldn't take anymore. "Mmm, Coach," she moaned. "Your as deep as Harold's ever managed, but you're so thick and hard. Oooo! It's good, but I don't think I was built to handle another inch."

Coach Black laid down until he was holding himself up over Jenny like he was doing a pushup. "Not anymore," he growled, flexing his ass and slamming his hips forward. Jenny gasped in shock and threw her head back as she screamed. There were tears dripping from her eyes from having her cervix opened by his cock, but for the most part it was a scream of pleasure. He pulled his hips back and slowly slid his cock in until his balls slapped against her thighs. Yeah, the bitch was ready to get fucked. Her pussy was squeezing his cock again trying to stop him from pulling it out. Her vaginal muscles were now pulling on his entire shaft, wanting the head in her womb. He chuckled wondering how Harold would react when his wife kept trying to pull him deeper into her needy pussy, hungry for more then he could ever give her.

Jenny's eyes had rolled up in her head as the huge cock head battered it's way into her womb. There had been an intense burst of pain, but it hadn't lasted long. Now it felt good, incredibly good. Her body had never reacted to sex like this. She was writhing under him, her hips humping up into his thrusting cock. Coach Black was doing pushups over her, pulling his cock out and slamming it forwards, picking up speed as her pussy stretched open around his cock, thoroughly coating every inch of his shaft with her arousal. "It feels so good!" she screamed. "So big! Uhn Fuck!"

"God damn! Yo pussy's so tight. That's it girl, keep opening up for me. I'm about to beat yo back out." The Coach increased his speed fucking her as hard as his hips could move.

Jenny's body was wracked with so much pleasure she couldn't think straight. Nothing mattered anymore to the mind numbed blonde wife and mother other then the massive black cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. She did every thing she could to assist him, spreading her legs as wide as they would go, angling her back and lifting her pussy so that it was at the right angle to receive his thrusting cock. It wasn't long before the pleasure balloon inside her body inflated too far and it burst. "Coach!" she screamed on pleasure. "OH!!! You're making me CUUUM!!!"

The Coach buried his cock and held it still as the hot married white woman trembled in orgasm, her pussy quivering around his cock. He stared at her face, loving the look of intensity, the look of awe, of disbelief written on it. When she was finally done orgasming, his big hands grabbed her hips and lifted her as he kneeled, then stood. His muscles strained and flexed as he lifted the sex crazed woman up and down his shaft. A weaker man couldn't have done this, but Coach Black was not a weak man. Shit, this pussy is so good," he thought. Jenny's head was thrown back as she squealed in pleasure each time he pulled her down on his cock. One of her hands was squeezing her own breast, pinching her nipple. She looked so sensual, so slutty. "You like my cock, huh?"

"God, YES! Fuck YES! Uh. Fuck ME!"

"UNG!" The Coach grunted as his balls slapped hard against her thighs. He was fucking her as fast as his muscular arms could manage. "I own this pussy now, Mrs. Jenny."

"OH, GOD! Fuck me with your BIG BLACK COCK!!! YE-E-EEEES!!!"

Jenny's orgasm tossed her body so violently, he almost dropped her. Coach Black pulled the trembling woman into his arms and rose to his feet, his hand gripping her tight ass cheeks. Her incredible bosom mashed against his had muscular chest. He lifted her up until the tops of her breasts nudged the bottom on his goateed chin. He stared up at her as her head lolled a bit and she slowly looked down into his eyes. The look of adoration on her face was one he'd never forget.

Jenny stared down at the Coach, their eyes locked for what felt like several minutes without either speaking. "Oh My God!" she finally said. "No one's ever made me cum so hard." Her blue eyes drowned in his dark eyes and vice versa. Jenny had met the Coach last summer when he took over for the previous retiring coach. Black was somewhat famous being a pro football player and she knew who he was. She hadn't liked him at fist. He was conceited and arrogant. He couldn't take his eyes off her breasts when they were introduced. He was fond of belittling Harold and he favored his black players over the white ones, clearly preferring Samson West to Kitty's boyfriend Todd. Coach Black was a rude, arrogant, bully, and probably a bit racist, but if she'd known how incredible sex with him was, she'd have fucked him the day she met him. "To think we could have been doing this all along," she muttered. "Kiss me." She lowered her head and their lips mashed against each other. It was a kiss filled with passion and lust. She let his tongue enter her mouth and their tongues dueled as the kiss went on for several minutes. Jenny Summers gave herself to him in that kiss, thanking him for the two most intense orgasms of her life, no longer caring how wrong this was, that she was married, a mother, a coworker, a church going Christian, or that she was a white woman with a black man. No all she cared about was the strong black hands squeezing her ass cheeks as her black lover began lifting her up and down his cock again. She kept kissing him as he picked up speed. She was still kissing him when she came again. She trembled in his arms, moaning with pleasure, her lips squeezing his tongue between them.

"Now your turn to do the work," said the Coach. He lifted her off his cock laughing at her squeal of displeasure. Black kneeled down before her, kissed her on the belly button and then laid back on the floor. "Come ride this black dick," he said, putting his hands under his head.

Jenny straddled him and lifted his cock as she lowered herself over it. It was still a tight fit, but her pussy was stretched and it slid in easily. She wondered it, her pussy would ever return to normal. If it didn't she wouldn't even be able to feel her husband inside her. She lowered herself down, moaning as his cock buried itself completely inside her. Jenny sucked her lower lip into her mouth as she ground her crotch down against his. I never imagined sex could feel SO FUCKING GOOD! She thought. After several minutes of just luxuriating in the feel of him inside her, she began to bounce in his lap.

"Yeah. Get into it Jenny," said the Coach, grinning his delight. "Ride that dick!" Her back was arched, thrusting her magnificent tits before his eyes and he just stared at her hard nipples. Little bumps surrounded the puffy areola. Her breasts were slick, glistening in the light from the shower's water, and here and there, still covered in globs of his seed. Jenny was slowly riding his shaft, staring at him with an ornery look on her face. She looked different, changed. The Coach's grin broadened as he realized what was different about her. Married, prim and proper, Jenny Summers now looked slutty and wanton. He'd broken her. His cock had released her inner slut!"

Jenny ran her hands over his hard black stomach and chest, so different from Harold's pudgy pale freckled stomach. There wasn't an ounce of fat on Coach Black's body. She laid down on top of him, writhing her body against his before arching her back and sucking on his black nipple. Jenny laughed and sat up again, grinding her pussy into his cock. She started bouncing again. If felt different fucking him. Now she was the one in control. She was the one using her pussy to get his big black cock off. She liked the feeling. "Yeah. You want me to ride you like a BIG BLACK BULL," she purred. Oh it's just so huge! She thought. My pussy is so sensitive. I can feel his cock throbbing. I can feel his pulse. His heart beating inside his big cock. It was triggering another orgasm. Jenny reared up, pushing down on his stomach, bucking up and down in his lap to bring on yet another big orgasm. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she shouted. "AH! AAAH!!! AAAAAHHH!!! I'm cumming so hard!"

"Fuck yeah!"

"OOH! I LOVE YOUR FUCKIN BIG BLACK COCK!"

"OH SHIT!" groaned the Coach, grabbing her thighs and bucking his hips up into her pussy as she rode him.

Jenny's eyes flew wide open in shock. His cock was bucking against the tight walls of her pussy and it felt like someone had turned on a hose inside her womb. Oh NO! she thought panicking. He's cumming inside my unprotected womb. She hadn't felt a man cum inside her for eighteen years. She'd made Harold wear a condom since Kitty was born. Kitty had been unplanned. They were attempting the rhythm method, but Harold had lost control. She'd let him go without a condom while she was pregnant and loved feeling his little penis squirt inside her despite disliking the mess. She'd forgotten that and the little pleasure her husband had given her was nothing like this. Coach Black's cock was like an erupting volcano, spewing it's hot lava, it's hot seed inside her unprotected womb. Jenny's body was trembling again. "Wait! Wait! Wait!" And then it happened. "OH MY GOD! I'm cumming AGAIN!!! UH! UH! UNNNH!"

"Fuck!" growled the Coach, through gritted teeth. "Milk them black balls with that tight white slut pussy, bitch!"

Jenny didn't particularly care being talked to like she was some whore off the street, but when the man saying it is wracking your body with the biggest orgasms of your life, she was willing to overlook it. Her orgasm lasted as long as the others and when it was over, she collapsed on Coach's chest, gasping for breath. They kissed again, his tongue darting into her mouth, little mews coming from the back of her throat as his cock continued jerking, sending smaller jets of sperm into her womb. Thank god he's had a vasectomy, she thought. Jenny kissed him again and then slid forward, kissing his nose, eye lid, forehead. She felt his tongue slide along the top of her breasts, moving down to flicker over one distended nipple, before sucking her entire areola into his mouth. The man was insatiable, she though, moaning.

Jenny slid forward until his cock plopped out of her pussy. She sighed, looking back over her shoulder at it, standing proudly upwards, still huge and thick, cum continued spurting up from the big cock head to pour down the huge shaft. A torrent of semen poured from her now unplugged pussy, splattering on his pubic hair and running down around his shaft to drip off his balls. What have I done, thought Jenny. My husband would drop dead if he could see me now.

Jenny rolled off the coach and fell spread eagled on the tiled floor of the nasty boy's showers, water from multiple showers hitting her body from all angles. The coach leaned on his side and ran his hands along her body. His dark fingers moved through the wisps of blonde pubic hair before his hand slid over her flat belly and across her huge breasts. She shuddered as she watched his hand squeezing her bosom and pinching her nipples one after the other. "Your body is so amazing Jenny," said the Coach. He noticed her lying there, breathing heavily and asked, "Are you alright?"

Jenny smiled. "I'm fine. Just tired. Who knew having multiple large orgasms could be so exhausting."

"You're telling me, sexy. That tight white pussy of yours drained my balls dry." The coach leaned over and kissed her nipple before pushing himself to his feet. "Lets get cleaned up." He reached down and took her hand, pulling her to her feet.

"You bet," said Jenny, "Principal Long is gonna be pissed when he sees the school's water bill."

The married white wife and mother spent the next twenty minutes under the shower's stream with her new black lover exploring each other's bodies. He soaped her down, trying to get every last bit of evidence off her magnificent body. Strong black hands wiped between her legs and thighs, over her ass cheeks across her back and stomach. Smaller slim white hands, one with a glistening diamond ring on it, symbol of her commitment to another man, ran across his hard muscular stomach and chest, soaping his cock and balls until every bit of semen was off it. She could feel his cock twitch and swell as she cleaned it and again when he pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately.

Hand in hand they left the steamy shower.

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Bobbie Sue shivered as she put the book down. Betty's confession had been filthy. She couldn't think clearly. Her mind was filled with images of two big breasted blondes giving their bodies to a bearded black slave named Prospero. Jesus! What she wouldn't give for sex like Betty Cox Summers had described. She certainly wasn't getting sex like that from her husband. But none of it was true... was it? Blacks certainly didn't have big cocks... penises...did they? The journal made it seem true and the newspaper articles she had skimmed over had mentioned large phalluses on black babies.

Bobbie Sue looked down the aisle at Melvin sitting at his computer station. He looked down as she glanced at him. He'd been staring at her again. She had to know. She needed proof that it was true. Bobbie Sue stood and walked down the book aisle towards the scrawny black nerd. Bobbie Sue hadn‘t realized how wet her panties had become reading the erotic confession of Betty Cox, but as she began walking she was acutely aware that they were soaked through. Her nipples were hard points sticking out through her bra and white blouse, embarrassingly visible. "Melvin?"

The black teenager jumped up at her approach. He jumped up and hurried towards her, meeting her in the middle of the aisle. "Time to go, Mrs. Kindle?"

"Almost ready, but I need to ask you something."

"What is it?" he asked in his nasally voice.

"This is a bit embarrassing, but I need to know for my book. You saw the story about the curse and all. Well it seems to indicate that African males are more well endowed then white males or at least in this county.

Melvin nodded. "Yes."

"Are you saying, yes go on or, yes it's true?"

"Yes it's true. At least in this county that is, but then I've never been out of this county. Well next year when I start college will be my first. Did I tell you what my major is going to be?"

"Melvin, focus. Why do you say that it's true that African American males in this county are bigger then white males?"

"Well, I've showered with nearly every boy in this school after gym class over the last four years and we're all bigger then the white men. My ten year old brother has a penis bigger then all the white men I've seen. The white's don't seem to like it. They segregate themselves from us in the showers, turning their backs on us and they wash quickly like they're in a hurry to get out of there. There's some sort of psychology involved, but I haven't studied psych...

"Melvin! Please focus. I know that brain of yours works a mile a minute. I can't grasp my mind around this. How is it possible? God made all men in his image."

"Well, I'd say we evolved and we know it's true with DNA and genes. Big bosoms and large penises could be genetic and that gene could go recessive, disappearing for a period of time."

"Human beings can't be changed. We were created this way."

"Humans domesticated a wolf around 15,000 years ago and from that wolf, they bred dogs ranging from Chihuahuas to a Bull Mastiff. If we can change dogs, why not humans? Why couldn't man be bred for penis size and semen production in 200 years?"

Bobbie Sue looked at the skinny black youth in horror. "That's not how a good Christian thinks, Melvin."

"I'm not a Christian. I'm an atheist. I'll be studying astrophysics in college and belief in supernatural beings and curses just ain't in out mindset."

"Isn't in our mindset," she corrected. Once again, Bobbie Sue had a strong desire to punch the geek. Not only was he a whiney little nerd, but he was also a nonbeliever. She'd never known an atheist before and couldn't even think of anyone she knew who didn't go to church. "I don't believe you. I'm open minded, but I can't believe the races are that different. There's no way someone like you has a bigger penis then someone... someone like my husband."

Melvin shrugged his bony shoulders. "I call it like I see it, Mrs. Kindle."

"Get your stuff, Melvin and I'll take you home." Bobbie Sue watched him spin around and scurry back to the computer station. He leaned over to turn the computer off before grabbing his back pack. He might be a genius, but the teen was a social retard. He wore big red glasses and red suspenders held his jeans up. Ugly brown shoes with white socks stuck out under jeans too short for him. Of course, his family was poor and perhaps that was all they could afford. Still, watching him, Bobbie Sue couldn't shake the feeling that there was no way in hell this kid had a big penis. Unfortunately, the jeans were baggy and she couldn't detect his bulge. How could she write about a supposed curse if she didn't confirm certain facts? "Melvin," said Bobbie Sue, standing up straight as she came to a decision. "I need to do more research."

"Ooooh?" he said in a high pitched nasally whine that made her wince. "Sure thing, Mrs. Kindle. I'm not in a hurry. I like being here with you. Anything I can do to help? Need something else translated?"

"No Melvin. I need to research certain facts. I need to see your penis."

"WHAT!"

"Calm down," she waved her palms at him to soothe his shock. "I know this is an unusual request and somewhat unconventional and a little inappropriate, but I have to know. I just want to see if it's true. Take it out, show me, and we can go home."

"Ooooh, I don't know."

"I understand Melvin, but I'm asking you to do this for me as a favor or were you lying about all blacks being bigger then whites?" Bobbie Sue crossed her arms and tapped her foot.

"I wasn't lying," muttered Melvin, pulling his red suspenders off his shoulders. "I'll show it to you."

"Thanks, I really appreciate this," said Bobbie Sue, watching him unbutton his pants. Her eyes widened when she saw the bulge in his underwear. As he pulled his pants down, she got her first glimpse of black cock. Bobbie Sue frowned and leaned closer. "Alright Melvin, I'm impressed. It's certainly big, bigger then my husband's, but it isn't the monster phallus I read about in the journal." Bobbie Sue kneeled and examined it more closely. It was definitely a nice penis. It hung down about eight inches. It was bunched up, receding into itself. His testicles weren't the sperm filled fantasy coconuts she'd read about either. They were big though, combined about the size of a large orange. She brought her head closer and Melvin's entire body seemed to tremble. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," whimpered Melvin. "Just cold. I've never seen it this small before."

Bobbie Sue's brow furrowed. It wasn't that cold in the library, but Melvin was shivering. He wasn't cold, he was scared! Of course, she thought, Melvin was most certainly a virgin. This was probably the first time he'd ever shown his penis to a woman. His nervous state was making it recede. Her husband's prick got positively puny when he was in a cold pool. "Can you make it get bigger?"

"I'll try." Melvin grabbed the head of his penis and tugged on it a couple times. It did stretch out another inch or so, but remained dangling limply. "Maybe if you tried? He he he."

"No, I'm not going to touch one of my student's penises, Melvin." Especially yours, she thought.

"Well then show me something. Let me see your breasts."

"No, that's not appropriate either. This is only research." Mrs. Kindle arched her back and started undoing the buttons on her blouse. "I'll take my top off, but not my bra. Maybe that will help." The white blouse came off exposing her large DD's contained inside a tight white bra. She watched Melvin's penis as she removed it. It swelled a little and his balls were swinging lower. "It's getting bigger. It's the biggest penis I've ever seen. Maybe it is true. Melvin, try again. I want to see it completely erect."

"Melvin grabbed it and tugged a couple times while staring intently at her breasts. "It's no use," he complained. His penis remained long, but floppy. "Unless you want to try or show me your boobs, it's not going to work."

"Alright then." Bobbie Sue sucked her lower lip into her mouth and thought. She stared at it, watching his penis actually deflate an inch. The skinny black nerd was still trembling, nervous about what he had asked. Bobbie Sue certainly wasn't going to show him her boobs. Wishing she had latex glove, she reached out with her bare hand and touched Melvin's penis. It still didn't cooperate, shrinking further as Melvin trembled and whimpered. "I'm sorry," she told him. Bobbie Sue's fingers caressed the seven or eight inch dangling penis. "I know I'm probably the first woman to touch your penis. You've got nothing to be ashamed of Melvin." She wrapped her fingers around his penis and moved it out of the way. Bobbie Sue lifted her free hand up and cupped his balls. She squeezed them, they were heavier then they looked,. The weight in her palm grew as his balls pressed down on them. His balls were dropping down as he became less nervous, more excited. They were pretty big. Surprisingly big. Maybe each testicle was as big as her husband's, no Melvin's were bigger. Bobbie Sue's heart began racing. Now it was her turn to tremble a little. "Someday, some lucky woman won't be touching your nice penis just to do research Melvin. She'll be touching it because she likes you and you know what?"

"What, Mrs. Kindle?" Melvin's question came out as a moan.

"She's going to be a very lucky girl to have you Melvin." Kindle smiled at him, hoping she was settling his nerves a bit. She frowned. The weight of his testicles was getting even larger now. They were filling her small white palm so completely, one of his balls fell out of her hand. The fingers of her other hand were opening wider as his penis swelled. "Jesus Christ," she whispered turning her gaze on it. His penis had stretched out another two inches and nearly doubled in width. His penis was growing, getting bigger. Her fingers were still opening until there was close to a two inch gap between them. His big shaft extended another couple inches and was now nearly sticking straight out. Her hand went from holding it, to sliding up the growing shaft to the golf ball sized head. She wasn‘t holding a penis any more. "I'm sorry I doubted you, Melvin. You do have a big black cock!" Kindle's mouth hung open in surprise as she examined it closely.

"Told you. I'm only about average, lots of the guys are bigger." Oh god, he screamed to himself. She's stroking my cock. This is so fucking amazing, but if she doesn't stop that soon, I'm gonna blow.

"Average! But this thing is nearly a foot long!" Bobbie Sue could barely control her hand. She was practically jerking him off, her hand was moving so quickly.

"Not quite a foot long yet," groaned Melvin as her hand quit jerking him and instead began squeezing the knobby head of his cock, feeling how spongy it was. He watched her squeezing it. He could see just the tip of her areola sticking out over the top of her bra. Above her pink skirt, the sides of a thong was stretched out over her hips. "It gets just a little bigger. Wanna see it?"

"Yes," she gasped. "I want to see it completely hard." Bobbie Sue couldn't believe it could get any bigger. It was already hard as steel.

Melvin put his black hands in her blonde hair. "Try sucking on it." Bobbie Sue gasped in surprise as he pulled her head forwards towards his cock. He took advantage of her surprise and pushed his cock head right into her mouth. His favorite teacher closed her eyes, not pulling back, but not sucking him either. She appeared to be undergoing an internal struggle. First, her hand began sliding along his shaft again. Then Melvin could feel her tongue flickering against his urethra, growing bolder until it was slurping all around his cock head. Lastly, Bobbie Sue Kindle began sucking on the tip of Melvin's big black cock while jerking him off with her hand. I only hang out at the library to look at this slut's big fucking tits, thought Melvin. Never in my wildest fantasies did I ever think this might actually happen.

Bobbie Sue knew she should stop. That things had gone to far. But damn, she was horny. Reading about the Cox twins' introduction to big black cock had stirred something within her. She didn't want to stop. She wanted to suck him dry. Who would have thought the skinny bookworm I see every day would be hiding such a snake in his pants? She couldn't help wondering what some of the bigger black boys in school might be hiding in their pants.

"Mrs. Kindle, Are you sure we should be doing this in the library?" asked Melvin.

"Ssshh. Don't worry." Bobbie Sue kissed his swollen cock head while she talked. "Just be quite, Melvin." She kissed and slid her tongue over the large crown of his cock head. "It's just us here."

"AAAHH!!! Wow! That feels incredible."

"Mmm, your black cock feels so good in my throat," she said, sluttily. Bobbie Sue licked the underside of his cock and then took him back in her mouth. She sucked nearly half down her throat. Melvin hadn't lied. The black monster was getting bigger.

"Your mouth's so hot. So wet," he moaned. "I'm gonna bust a nut!"

Going to bust a nut, not gonna, she thought as she began sucking his cock faster. She wanted him to cum. She wanted him cumming in her mouth.

"Cumming!"

YES! She thought as the first powerful blast of Melvin's seed struck the back of her throat. Feed me that hot black genius seed. This is the best stuff I've ever tasted, as good as Betty and Samantha described. His sperm filled her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Bobbie Sue gulped, swallowing load after load from Melvin's huge cock. Just like Betty and Samantha had done from Prospero Black's mighty Damballah exactly 150 year ago. Jesus, she thought. The library is built right where the Cox Plantation stable used to be. Not only is this happening 150 years to the day, but it's happening in the same spot.

"Too sensitive," moaned, Melvin, yanking his cock back. "Thanks, Mrs. Kindle. That was amazing."

Bobbie Sue wiped the sperm off her chin and stared at his still swollen cock as she slowly stood up. She stared at Melvin like a woman possessed as she unhooked her bra and her huge tits sprang free. Melvin's eyes bulged out as he stared at them. Next, she let her skirt fall to the floor. Bobbie Sue Kindle spun around and leaned against the book case. "Be a dear and pull my thong down."

Melvin kneeled, grabbed the straps on her hips and pulled her thong down her long firm legs. His cock was fully erect again and sticking up straight between his legs. Not only was he seeing his first live nude woman, but he was seeing the woman of his dreams nude. "What's going on Mrs. K?"

"Melvin, I need to do some more research."

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Kitty slowly came to her senses. Her cheek was pressed hard against a wooden plank. She groggily raised her head. "Uh. W-where am I?" Wow, I came so hard, my body went numb, she thought. Kitty pushed against the plank. It was the seat in the girl's locker room. She was straddling it, breasts mashed down against it. Her whole body still felt tingly, her large orgasms made her pussy convulse and curled her toes. Her body still felt the aftereffects of that pleasurable orgasm and she felt great, except for this pain coming from her ass. "Ouch! Samson, what are you doing?"

"I'm doing this pretty little ass ya got," said Samson. He was leaning back bracing himself on the seat with his cock thrust forwards into her asshole just above her still sperm dripping pussy. "Fuck. It's so tight, I just got the head of my cock in."

"WAIT! I didn't even let Todd do me there!"

"I ain't Todd! You're gonna take it if ya want this dick again."

Damn it, she did want his dick again. It was the only dick she wanted from here on out. "Oh. God. I don't know. Just go slow."

"Ungh!" grunted Samson as his big cock bent in the middle trying to force it's way into Kitty's ass. Luckily, it was still well lubricated from his sperm and her orgasms or it would have been more difficult. None of the women he's ever fucked before had let his big thing near their assholes and it was always something he had wanted to do. He'd taken advantage of Kitty's comatose state to get the head past her rosebud. But Kitty was different from the other girls. She was actually moaning a little. "YEAH! You like that black cock in your tight ass?"

"YES!" she moaned. "I like your cock anywhere. Fuck my ass, Samson! Fuck my tight ass with your big black cock! AAAAAHHH!!!" Kitty couldn't believe how good it felt. Her ass shouldn't have been able to take something that big or for it to feel pleasurable. His cock feels so good stretching out my ass, she thought, moaning loudly. "HARDER! Fuck that ass!" Her black lover was listening to her pleas. He increased his speed, his black cock sliding more easily in and out of her ass. His balls were slapping against her sensitive labia and clitoris. Kitty was actually pushing back into his thrusting cock. I'm like gonna cum from an ass fucking, she thought not believing it. "I love it," she told him while he hovered over her slamming his thick cock in and out of her rectum.

Samson couldn't take it. Her ass was tighter then her pussy. It was sucking the sperm out of him. "Gonna cum soon," he growled. "I'm cumming!!!" He thrust his cock forward, hearing Kitty gasp loudly as his cum flooded her bowels. He shot several thick wads before pulling his cock out and shooting the rest over her back. Looking down, Samson smiled seeing his sperm leaking from the ass and pussy of his rival's girlfriend.

Minutes later, they were showering together in a scene similar to the one Kitty's mother and Coach Black had been doing a short time before. After drying off, Samson pulled his grass stained uniform back on and sat on the bench as Kitty still topless, pulled her red cheerleading skirt up. "God that was amazing," she grinned at him.

"You ready to dump that wimp Todd and date a real man?" he asked.

"Todd who boyfriend?" she replied.

"We'll be the first interracial couple at Coxville High?"

"I don't care. Just keep fucking me. We gotta use protection next time. Mom won't let me go on the pill."

"I'll pull out next time. Trust me." Samson watched her finish dressing. It should be a crime covering up that perfect body, he thought. He gave her a quick, but passionate kiss. "I'll sneak out after you," he told her.

Kitty opened the door and peaked down the empty hall. She snuck out unaware that she had already been observed.

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Melvin stripped off all his clothes in a flash until only his ugly brown shoes and white socks were all that he was wearing. Bobbie Sue Kindle leaned against the bookshelf and lifted her leg. He took over, cupping his arm under her knee and lined his cock up with her pussy. Standing in the middle aisle of the public library, Melvin pushed his cock head into the soaked pussy of his white English teacher. "Gosh Mrs. Kindle, your pussy is incredibly tight," he groaned, having difficulty getting more of his cock inside her. "It's like you're a virgin."

"In a way I am, Melvin," she cried. His cock head was stretching her so wide, she thought her pussy might rip. It was a good thing she was producing so much lubrication for it. "I'm a virgin for a big black cock."

"Not for much longer," he groaned as several inches of thick black cock entered her.

"OH!! So BIG!!!" Bobbie Sue wanted to scream her pleasure at finally having a real man's cock in her. She hadn't completely lost her mind. She knew this was crazy. She knew that this was wrong. She knew that she just had to find out the truth and that this would be a one time thing. She felt she could trust Melvin to be discreet and if he wasn't, well who would believe that a married white teacher would fuck a scrawny black wimp like him? "Melvin, don't stop please. I want it all, but you need to pull out when you get close. Ok?"

"Ok, Mrs. Kindle."

Bobbie Sue glanced back at him. His eyes were huge, magnified by his powerful glasses. The gawky black youth's tongue was hanging out. She looked away, back at the books. She was ashamed at what she was doing with the unattractive teen, but there was no denying the pleasure his cock was giving her. Why couldn't he have looked like Coach Black, she asked herself? Now there was a powerful looking black man. "OW! I think you just hit my cervix," she whispered. "Did I take it all?"

Melvin looked down at their conjoined crotches. "No there's still a few inches to go," he said, starting to push again. Shit! I'm not gonna last very long. Mrs. Kindle has a hot pussy and it's tight too. Either they're all like this or hubby's got a pencil dick. If I play it right, I'll be tappin' this ass daily in no time. "He He he," he suddenly burst out laughing.

"Ow Melvin. I think that's all I can handle." I guess it isn't true about all those black studs going balls deep in Betty and Samantha, she wondered, a little sad at the fact. Melvin's cock was throbbing in her pussy and he was still pushing. Bobbie Sue wasn't aware how much precum Melvin's cock was squirting on her cervix with each throb. Slowly, his pressure began to produce results as the precum softened her cervix and it began to open for Melvin's cock head. Bobbie Sue gasped as Melvin's cock head passed through her cervix and into her womb. Her entire body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes was permeated by an intense pleasure radiating outward from inside her womb. Melvin began sliding his cock in and out. Bobbie Sue gasped with delight. "Yes, Melvin! Fuck me. Fuck my pussy with your big black cock!" she cried. This was what she wanted. It was almost too much. Mrs. Kindle was receiving complete sexual satisfaction and Melvin was about to make her cum. "Aaahhh.:

"You alright Mrs. Kindle?"

"AAAHHH!"

"Mrs. K? Should I stop?"

"Aaahhh! Not aah on your aaahh life, she gasped. "OH LORD!" The leg hold Bobbie Sue up trembled and if it wasn't for the fact that Melvin was propping her up and she was leaning against the shelf, she might have fallen.

"Mrs. K?" Melvin was worried. It looked like she was having a seizure.

"I'm going to cum Melvin. You're so deep inside my pussy!"

"He He He!" His first time and he was getting a woman off. Melvin, you big stud. Your hot teacher is going to be your slut after this. "He He He."

"Oh, GOD! AAAAAHHH!!! FUCK! YES!" Bobbie Sue's entire body shook with ecstasy. Her pussy spasmed around the big cock quickly moving in and out of it. Her vagina was milking it, trying to coax the sperm out of his balls, wanting his seed deep in her womb. No one's ever made me cum that hard, she thought in amazement. Not even my husband!

"Getting close," moaned Melvin.

"Pull it out," she gasped, whimpering as he slowly pulled his swollen cock from her pussy. Her pussy squeezed and tugged at it, reluctant to release every inch. Melvin stepped back and she slid down the bookcase to her knees. "That was amazing, Melvin."

"Thanks. The feelings going away. I think it's safe to put it back in."

Bobbie Sue glanced down at his erect cock sticking out proudly from his skinny little body. It did look less swollen and angry then it had a minute ago. "Alright," she said, wanting it again. She felt empty without it, like it had become a part of her. "It's not that I don't trust you, but you're inexperienced. Lay down on your back and let me ride it. Warn me when you're going to cum and I'll jump off."

"Ok, Mrs. Kindle." Melvin laid down on his back, enjoying the view as his sexy teacher straddled him, reached down and held his cock up as she squatted over it. She placed it on the entrance to her pussy and slowly lowered herself. It was as tight as it had been, but his cock slipped in a lot easier this time.

Bobbie Sue was still weak from her mind numbing orgasm. She sat for a moment in Melvin's lap, eyes closed, just luxuriating in the feeling of his foot long black cock filling her up. She ground her crotch into his. Then she began to bounce, slow at first picking up speed. She could feel another orgasm growing, building as his cock moved in her. She smiled and looked down at her lover. Skinny body, ribs showing, big eyes staring at her in awe through their lenses. She quickly closed her eyes. She was fucking the cock and not the man. Kindle moaned in pleasure and looked back down at her lover, his muscular body, bearded face, bright eyes staring at her intently as she rode his mighty cock. She reached down grabbing handfuls of straw with her hands.

"May the daughters of Eve be buxom and fertile. May they find solace serving the superior black snake of Damballah. For the white worms of the sons of Adam will leave them wanting," said Prospero as he reached up to squeeze and knead Bobbie Sue's breasts. She slammed her pussy down in his lap, screaming her pleasure.

"Ooo, Mrs. K? I'm getting close," said Melvin in a high pitched whine.

"Me too," she cried, riding his big cock for all she was worth. "Try to hold on, stud."

"He he," he laughed. She just called me stud. "I'll try, but my balls are aching."

"Not yet, Melvin." Bobbie Sue slammed her pussy down and ground it into his crotch. It was going to be a big orgasm, but something was holding her back. Her entire body felt like it was on fire. She leaned down so that her ripe breasts were dangling over Melvin's face. He sucked one nipple into his mouth. Bobbie Sue moaned at the extra stimulation and her pussy twitched, but it wasn't enough to make the dam burst. She yanked her breast out of his mouth, leaned back and rode him fast and hard desperate to get off again.

"Mrs. Kindle, I'm gonna blow. Can't hold back."

"NO! I'm close. Don't cum yet," she begged. Bobbie Sue had never needed anything more in her life.

Bobbie Sue looked down into Prospero's dark penetrating eyes. "Ripen the bellies of the daughters of Eve. With the seed of the black snake of Damballah," he said, just as his cock exploded.

"I can't hold... CUMMING!!!" squealed Melvin like a young girl.

"NO!" Bobbie Sue screamed in horror, but when the first powerful jet of black seed splattered the insides of her womb, the damn finally burst. "YES!!! That's it. Cum in me. Fill me with your seed. It's too good." Bobbie Sue's orgasm curled her toes and made her eyes roll up in her head. She ground her pussy into the base of his bucking cock trapping the entire shaft deep in her pussy. Her pussy squeezed and milked his cock for every ounce of his seed. Her womb filled and expanded until sperm began to leak out her cervix. Semen flowed down his shaft and began leaking from their conjoined crotches, flowing over Melvin's balls and dripping onto the carpet. His cock bucked and another jet of sperm filled her womb.

Melvin looked as dazed as she felt. "He he," he groaned. "You might be right, Mrs. Kindle," he said.

"What's that?"

"Maybe there is a god." He reached up for her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples.

Bobbie Sue smiled, still coming down from her orgasmic high. She looked at his skinny, elongated, black hands tugging on her nipples. Her eyes widened. "Sweet Jesus! Melvin, what have you done?"

"What?"

"You came inside me! What have you done? Dear god, what have you done, Melvin." Bobbie Sue jumped off his cock, watching the now deflated foot long shaft fall like an axed tree to his chest. Sperm poured like Niagara falls from her now unplugged pussy.

"I warned you," he pleaded.

"Well that wasn't good enough was it?"

"You were the one in control."

"Shut up, Melvin. God, look at this mess. It's going to take us an hour to clean all your sperm up. Go get some paper towels at the checkout counter. I'm going to go try to get some of this mess out of me." Bobbie Sue waddled over to the library's bathroom with her hand cupped between her legs to catch his still leaking semen. She entered the bathroom, sat on the toilet and used tissues to clean herself as best she could. Then she forced herself to urinate hoping it would leak more of his sperm out. "Jesus, but that little geek can cum," she griped out loud. Jesus, that felt good. I didn't know an orgasm could be so powerful, she wondered silently. The orgasm was so good, it was worth her risking getting knocked up even by Melvin. She'd been hard on Melvin, but truthfully, for a virgin, he'd lasted a long time. Longer then her husband ever had. As he got used to sex, he'd probably last even longer. How long will he be able to last when he fucks me the next time? "NO!" she said to her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Roberta Susan Kindle, you need to exercise a little self control. You will not cheat on your husband again, especially with a black man, and especially with someone like Melvin.

Bobbie Sue washed some of his dried semen off her chin and then returned to the aisle. Melvin was still nude but for shoes and socks. He had cleaned up some of the puddles of sperm, but not a lot. "Come on Melvin," she scolded. "It's your mess, get cracking." Bobbie Sue watched as he ripped off a single sheet of paper towel and swiped it through a puddle of semen that soaked the sheet entirely. She sighed, "Here, just give me the roll. I'll do it."

Naked, Bobbie Sue kneeled on the floor. She wrapped a lot of towels around each hand and got to work cleaning his sperm up. She crawled towards the last puddle and found herself looking down at Melvin's ugly brown shoes. Her eyes ran up his skinny calves, to his knobby knees and to the fat black cock head that dangled down nearly to his knees. Her eyes ran up the shaft that had given her so much pleasure. Bobbie Sue reached out and gave his entire cock a loving caress that made it swell a little. "I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time, Melvin," she told him while staring at his cock.

"That's ok, Mrs. Kindle."

"No, I was acting like a bitch. The truth is that I'm very impressed with your performance." She squeezed his cock head making it swell almost double in size. "You were amazing." Her hand gripped his shaft and stroked up to the head then down to the root as it rose up to point at her. "No ones ever fucked me like you just did." She kissed the now fully reinvigorated cock on the tip. "You're much better then my husband." She took the head between her lips and sucked half his shaft down her throat. He groaned as she blew him. Bobbie Sue only swallowed him for a few minutes before pulling back and staring at the shiny black cock.

"Melvin," she told his cock. "I think we need to do some more research."

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Jenny was leaning over to get dressed when the coach came up behind her and squeezed her breasts. She grinned at him and reached down with her wedding ring hand to grab the still swollen cock. "I can't get over how big your black cock is!"

"You keep playin' with it like that and I'll be ready to go again soon."

"Jesus! You're amazing. Are you trying to kill me with this thing?" She gave his cock another squeeze and felt it swell even more. Jenny moaned as his fingers pinched her nipple and she was almost ready to go again, but then she noticed the clock on the locker room wall was at 10:08. "Shit! It's getting late. We've been in here for almost two hours! I've got to get home." Jenny sprang free of his arms, racing for her clothes. "Kitty's going to be furious. She's probably been looking for me this whole time."

"Whoa! Hang on!" said Coach Black, not wanting to see her go and not wanting to see her cover up her perfect body.

Jenny bent down forgetting her underwear, her abused twat pointing at him as she pulled her white skirt back up her legs. "I'm sorry Coach, but I got to get home soon or Harold will be worried." She grabbed her red "Cocks" top and pulled it down half way over her full bare breasts.

"You know we're gonna fuck again soon. Right?"

Jenny's answer was to spin around and fall to her knees. She looked up at him as she grabbed his cock. Jenny leaned down and took him in her mouth. She swallowed the entire shaft up to her fist which was holding the base of his cock. She sucked and slurped over her new toy, feeling it swell and turn completely hard again in her mouth. Jenny pulled back. "You can bet on it," she told him. Jenny stood. "I need the spare keys."

"On the hanger inside my office."

Jenny grabbed Black's set of keys and raced out of the locker room and down the hall. Her shirt still raised just under her nipples. Her belly and the bottom of her breasts were exposed. She headed through the gym and over to the girl's locker-room. That was sweet of the coach to lend me his keys even though I left him with another huge erection, she thought. I'll just grab my things from the locker room and find Kitty so that we can get home. I hope she's feeling better then before, she wondered.

Jenny arrived at the girl's lockers and put her key in the door, while trying to stretch her shirt back down. She opened the door a crack and could hear the obvious sounds of someone fucking. Her brows narrowed in anger. How dare one of her students use the locker room's for sex? Someone was about to get suspended.

Jenny stepped around the corner just as a female voice screamed, "I love it!" Gotcha, she thought. Jenny reared back in stunned horror. She was standing behind a black man fucking a blonde white girl from behind and that white girl looked just like... Oh shit... Not Kitty. Not with a black guy! What if he gets her pregnant? Wait! He's not fucking her pussy. He's fucking her ass! The little slut is loving it and Samson's nearly as big as the coach. I wonder what it feels like to have something so big shoved up your ass? Samson yelled a warning that he was about to cum. I should stop this, she thought. No, I'll just pretend this didn't happen.

Jenny watched as Samson pulled his swollen engorged cock out and blasted sperm across her daughter's back. She spun around behind the lockers, knowing they were nearly finished and deep in thought. I'll just go wait by the car. She was worried that Kitty wasn't on the pill, but then maybe that's why she let him fuck her ass, even though such an act was unnatural and a sin. I wonder if Coach Black would fuck my ass? She kind of wanted to try it even though she would feel like a pervert asking him and he might think she was disgusting.

Jenny hurried out the door while Samson and her daughter showered together. She left the school and waited by her car.

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"More research, Mrs. Kindle?" asked Melvin.

Bobbie Sue crawled backwards away from the foot long cock pointing at her. She turned around until her rear was facing him. "Yes, Melvin. I need to know what a black cock feels like in my ass."

"What!"

"I want you to fuck my ass." Bobbie Sue put her head down on the carpet and found her cheek resting on a spot still wet from his semen. She reached around behind her with her hands and spread her ass cheeks open for him. "Do it. Fuck my ass." Not a very Christian thing to say, but she wanted- no, needed to- experience everything that Betty and Samantha had experienced.

"Are you sure?" Melvin leaned closer to her ass and stared at her puckered little rosebud. "That's an awfully small hole."

"I'm sure. If I can take that monster in my ass, I know that the Cox sisters probably did too and that their story is true. There's hand lotion in the bathroom." Bobbie Sue waited patiently while Melvin ran to the bathroom. Samantha and Betty had both taken black cocks up their asses that day in the stable or so Betty claimed. Now Melvin was returning, his hand effortlessly gliding along his giant shaft as he coated it with lotion. Betty and Samantha hadn't had the luxury of a lotioned cock when they'd had their asses taken 150 years ago on this very spot. They'd also taken multiple cocks in multiple holes. Bobbie Sue was suddenly grateful Melvin was the only black around. If there'd been three black teens at the library would she be demanding that they all stuff her with their cocks for her research? Yes, probably and for that she was thankful, but still her curiosity was a little piqued.

Melvin returned and kneeled behind her. His cock hard, rampant, and slick with lotion. He pressed his cock head down on her rosebud. "You sure, Mrs. K? The head of my cock is five times bigger then your sphincter. I can fuck your pussy again if you prefer."

"I'm sure, Melvin. Just push it in and if I scream and beg for you to pull it out, don't listen to me."

"Well here goes nuthin. He he."

Bobbie Sue felt pressure on her sphincter and almost instantly regretted her decision. This wasn't a natural act unless you were from Sodom and look at what happened to them. She winced in pain and tears rolled down her cheeks as the pressure on her ass grew. Her sphincter pushed inwards and then slowly opened. Melvin's slick cock head pushed inside her as he came to "know" her in the biblical sense.

Melvin worked his cock around a little. "Oooo, it feels good, Mrs. Kindle. Putting my cock in your ass sounded kinda dirty, but I like it. Your ass is tighter then your pussy. I'm gonna see how much you can take and then start fucking it."

Bobbie Sue groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her hands dug into the carpet, but in her mind, she was grabbing handfuls of straw. She looked over at her sister Samantha, now with three of the biggest blackest cocks in all of her holes. Melvin moved his cock in deeper. "Yes, Master," she moaned. "Fuck my ass."

"He he he," giggled Melvin. His cock wedged in and he decided she had taken all she could. "You want it, you got it," he said, pulling and pushing on her hips, using her ass to fuck his cock. "I'm gonna fuck this ass good. You likin' this?"

"Yes, my black master," screamed Bobbie Sue. She knew what was happening and who she was with, but she was so caught up in her fantasy, she pictured it was Prospero's mighty Damballah taking her anal virginity. She was responding to it just like Betty and Samantha had responded to it. "Fuck my white ass, master."

She's my slut now, thought Melvin. You did it you stud. "He he." For some reason, he gave her a playful smack on one ass cheek with the palm of his hand.

"Oh god, I love it," moaned Bobbie Sue. She didn't know how it was possible having something so big in your ass could feel so good, but it did. Her pussy was dripping with arousal, desperate for something inside it. Bobbie Sue reached one hand under her and began diddling her clit and fingering herself. "Shit! I'm cumming!" she screamed. That was all she had needed to cum again. She quit playing with herself and used both hands to push herself up so that she could push her ass back into Melvin's cock.

Melvin had hunched over her ass and was now slamming his cock in and out. She'd only managed about three quarters in the beginning, but her ass had opened even more as he worked on it. Currently she could take all but two inches. Eventually, he figured she could take it all, but unfortunately today was not the day. Semen welled up in his balls and before he knew what hit him, Melvin groaned. "Cumming Mrs. K!"

Bobbie Sue was still pushing back into Melvin when she felt his cock explode. As her bowels flooded with sperm she remembered how amazing it had felt just a short time ago when his cum had sprayed into her unprotected womb. Bobbie's Sue's arms began trembling where they were bracing her up. Her pussy was spasming. Nothing was near the opening to her vagina except the tops of his ball sack slapping against her. A trickle of cum leaked out of her tightly stretched rectum, flowing down over her labia and clitoris to drip on the carpet. Bobbie Sue's pussy went ballistic. Her arms collapsed as she came, her head falling on the carpet. Her own cum leaked from her pussy mingling with the sperm dripping from her ass. Bobbie Sue laid on the carpet in disbelief. Her head rested on her right cheek, she just stared at books on the shelves. Melvin had just given her a huge orgasm just by fucking her ass.

"Ugh, that was great Mrs. K," said Melvin, slowly withdrawing his cock from her rectum. As he removed it the trickle became a torrent, white semen bubbled up from the gaping hole in her ass to pour down her pussy and splatter on the carpet.

Bobbie Sue slowly recovered and pushed herself to her knees. "Jesus," she moaned. "Look at this mess."

"Looks like we gotta clean up again," said Melvin. "He he he."

"Just go wash off and I'll wipe this up." Bobbie Sue felt weak as she grabbed the roll of towels and began wiping the pool of sperm up off the carpet, but as she squatted, more just dripped down out of her ass. When Melvin returned, she told him to take over while she went to clean up. Bobbie Sue scooped up her clothes and spent the next twenty minutes, trying to feel clean, but she figured that wasn't going to happen until she got home and took a shower. She sent her husband a quick text stating that she would be home soon before walking out of the bathroom. Melvin was still nude and throwing sticky paper towels into a wastebasket.

"Get dressed," said Bobbie Sue. The trashcan reeked of semen as did the floor, even the aisle, and for all she knew, the entire Coxville Public Library. Bobbie Sue, gathered up the trash bag and dropped it in the can outside as she and Melvin were leaving.

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Kitty came bouncing down the steps seeing her mom leaning against her car waiting for her. "Looking for these?" she asked, dangling her mom's keys out to drop them in her hand.

"Just get in the car. Your father is probably worried." Jenny walked around to the driver's side and got behind the wheel as her daughter got in beside her in the passenger seat. She glanced sideways at her perky daughter. She was glowing, radiant and had a grin from ear to ear.

"Mom, Samson West asked me to be his girlfriend."

"What did he say when you turned him down?" Jenny waited for half a minute and when her daughter didn't answer she said, "You did turn him down?"

"Not exactly."

"Kitty, he's black and this is the deep South. That kind of thing doesn't happen in Coxville."

"But mom...?"

"I said no and that's that." Jenny drove the rest of the way home while Kitty pouted. They were silent until she pulled into the driveway and added, "Stick with Todd. He's already gotten into college and has a bright future. That Samson boy is trouble. The only way he's getting into college is with a scholarship. Otherwise, he's going to end up in jail like most of the other boys from Westside."

" 'kay mom," grumbled Kitty, thinking that she and Samson would just have to keep their love a secret.

Jenny patted her daughter on the back, feeling a little envious. I can't believe I'm jealous of the little slut, she thought. If I had met the Coach when I was her age, I never would have married Harold. Jenny shivered with lust at the thought of getting the Coach's big black cock since she was a teenager.

Harold opened the front door and stepped outside. "Where have you been? I've been worried sick. I tried both your phones. Honey, we had plans for tonight."

Jenny ran her hand through the hair on the top of her head. "It's been a LONG and HARD day, Harold," she said, thinking about Coach Black's big cock. "I'm not in the mood for this."

"Well okay, but you still should called." The pudgy husband of the hottest woman in Coxville turned to his daughter. "Todd was here waiting for you Kitty. He wanted you to call him, but that was over an hour ago."

Kitty just nodded, shrugging like she didn't really care. She kissed her dad on the cheek. "Goodnight daddy, I'll be in my room."

"Goodnight Kitten," he replied. Harold turned to his lovely blonde wife and put his hand around her waist. He had a shit eating grin on his face as he said, "Just because our plans got ruined, doesn't mean our night does."

Jenny rolled her eyes. "Honey, I'm tired and I have a headache."

"But you promised," said Harold almost whimpering.

"Alright, alright," replied Jenny giving in. I hate to see a grown man beg, she thought. Any other time she would have been thrilled. They'd had sex during the storm last night and normally that would satisfy Harold for a couple weeks. Him wanting it two days in a row would have been a pleasant treat, but after getting the fucking of your life from a hung black man, she wasn't even sure if she would be able to feel Harold inside her stretched out pussy.

Hand in hand husband and wife walked upstairs. Jenny went into the master bath and changed for bed. She pulled on a lacy halter top so tight and thin, her breasts were visible. She pulled on cotton panties. She had been in such a hurry, she'd forgotten her underwear in the boy's lockers. She hoped the Coach had grabbed them. Just one look at the cup size and most of the school would know they were hers. She brushed her teeth, the lingering taste of the coach's sperm still on her tongue. It felt like there was a gallon of sperm still sloshing around in her womb and her pussy was still stretched out. If Harold had any sense, he'd know something was wrong. What was she going to do?

Jenny left the bathroom and walked into her bedroom. She caught her husband in the act of putting his condom on. He stood nude in their room. The rubber hanging loosely on his little penis. That is so not sexy, she thought. No flat stomach, no abs or pecs, no muscles at all, no ebony skin glistening in the light, no cocky grin on his face, and no big black cock sticking proudly out from his body. Jenny smiled and tried to look interested. She fell to her knees and pulled the small condom off his even smaller penis. "You won't be needing this," she said.

"What are you...?

Jenny's lips closed around the head of her husband's penis. She let her tongue swirl around the tip.

"Honey, are you sure?" asked a very surprised and delighted Harold.

I haven't done this in years and now twice in one night, thought Jenny. If Harold even counts. Jenny swallowed his penis until her lips pressed into his pubic hairs. This is so easy. The head barely even enter my throat. I wish I was sucking the Coach's big black cock again. She moaned, remembering how she had fallen to her knees in the shower and took that magnificent cock between her lips.

Jenny looked up to see if her husband was enjoying it. She wasn't surprised to see a goofy expression on his face. "Slow down honey, I'm gonna cum," he gasped.

Harold's penis bucked in her mouth. What a wimp, she thought. I just started. Jenny pulled back and stuck her tongue out under the floppy penis she'd spent eighteen years of her life with. There were only a few small drops of semen on her tongue.

"Sorry," said Harold. "I tired to warn you."

"It's alright honey," Jenny replied, smiling at him. She stood back up and walked into the bathroom, spitting the small wad of semen into a tissue.

Harold called from the bedroom. "Thanks honey, that was wonderful. I love you."

"I love you to," she called back, thinking that his semen didn't even taste as good as the Coach's. Harold's was runnier, not as thick or as white and the Coach had a vasectomy. Maybe getting snipped, makes it taste richer, she wondered.

By the time Jenny left the bathroom, Harold had fallen asleep with a grin on his face. She slipped in bed beside her snoring husband, folded her arms under her head and stared up at the ceiling. I love Harold, she thought. I spent almost twenty years of my life with this man. I can't believe I just cheated on the father of my child with a black man. But I can't go back to just having sex with Harold. I need that big black cock. And what about Kitty? Now that she's discovered big black cock, will she be able to give it up? I know I can't. Jenny began to feel guilty and concerned about her family. She finally decided that Harold would have her love and devotion, but the Coach would have her sex. Since he couldn't get her pregnant, as long as they were discreet, there wouldn't be any consequences. Kitty she would just have to keep an eye on.

Having made up her mind, Jenny Summers rolled over and tried to fall asleep not realizing how much her life would be changing over the next few months.

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Kitty got out of the shower and nude walked into her room. Well, it took forever, but I finally feel like I got all that sperm off me, she thought. "I think I'll check my emails," she said to herself. Her laptop was beside her bed and her phone was sitting by it. She brought her computer out of hibernation mode and checked her messages on her phone.

Todd only texted me seven times, she thought checking her messages. She looked up at her computers and saw she'd also gotten two emails from him. It's not like he's desperate, she thought. Loser, wants his victory blowjob." She shook her head, wondering if she should text him back that she was dumping him, but decided to wait and do it in person. Todd you're out and Samson your big black cock is in.

I wonder, thought Kitty. She typed "big black cock" into a search engine. Her screen was immediately filled with images of roosters. Kitty laughed and changed the filtering parameters on her search to allow for adult content. The next images that appeared in her screen made her eyes open wider and gasp at all the large black phalluses that appeared. One was colossal, cut and bigger then Samson's by a few inches. She clicked on the picture to enlarge it. The link directed her to LD's website, father of LD the Coxville High football player and the only Coxville native to move to Los Angeles to get into the porn industry.

Kitty laid down on the bed staring at her screen filled with images of big black cocks. I didn't know black cocks were so big, she thought, slipping two fingers between her moist thighs. One hand rubbed over her breasts and her fingers pinched a nipple. "I wish Samson were here," she moaned.

Kitty continued fingering herself , her need growing as he her fingers moved faster. She stared in wonder at the black cocks on the screen. Suddenly her back arched and she gasped in pleasure. "Cumming!" she gasped.

Kitty closed her eyes, still slowly fingering herself as she began to fall asleep. The exhausted teen rolled over on her side, her finger still between her legs, the images of black cocks still on her computer screen as she fell into a deep dream filled sleep.

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Bobbie Sue tried not to glance over at Melvin as she drove him home. He was staring at her and she could see the dumb grin on his face out of the corner of his eye. "I'll drop you off at the entrance to the Westside, but I'm not going back there," she told him. Bobbie Sue hadn't been back in the Westside since she was in elementary school and her school bus stopped there. Beside the school bus stop had been a dirt area with old men throwing dice. Stray cats and dogs wandered through overgrown yards containing broken down cars, old dilapidated homes or trailers. Not originally part of Niggertown or Freetown was a newer condominium public housing community. It was almost as bad and usually lumped in with the Westside. If you wanted to buy drugs without driving to Coxburg, that was the place. Several times a year, town and state police would block off the two exits to the Westside while they searched for some drug dealer or other criminal.

"So, we like boyfriend and girlfriend now?" asked Melvin. He was nervous and his voice went high as he spoke.

Bobbie Sue winced, his voice grating on her. "Melvin, I'm a married woman. What happened back at the library will never happen again. It was research that was all."

Bobbie Sue drove up and pulled over to the entrance to Westside. She could see several units down in the public housing. Even close to midnight, there were a dozen blacks hanging out, drinking something out of paper bags. A car pulled up and one of the men leaned into the window, exchanging money for drugs. She wrinkled her nose with distaste, suddenly very happy for Melvin that he would be getting out of here. Now that she was parked, she looked over at him. The boy looked crestfallen. She was his first and someone way out of his league in looks, class, and race. Undoubtedly, he had convinced himself they were in love. Hell, half the school was either secretly in love with her or with Jenny Summers or with nurse Swallows and some with all three. "I'm sorry Melvin," she said, soothingly and patting his leg. "Not that I didn't enjoy it, I loved every moment of what happened. You were amazing and you're going to make some brilliant girl you meet in college a very lucky woman."

"But I'm your black master?"

"I was just repeating what I read in Father Murphy's journal. It was research that was all. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but we'll always have that time spent in the library as our little secret. Now it's time for you to go home." Bobbie Sue sat up straight and stared out the windshield waiting for him to leave.

"Alright, Mrs. Kindle. I hafta ask though..."

"Have to, Melvin." She corrected, not looking over at him.

"Yes, I have to ask, do you believe there is a Coxville curse?"

"Of course not," she replied. "There's no such thing a curses and obviously there aren't any white women having sex with black men in this town that I know of, present company excluded."

"I've devised a little test to go with a curse hypothesis," he said.

Bobbie Sue finally turned to look at her passenger. Melvin was sitting back and was playing with something in his lap. "Melvin, your cock!" Bobbie Sue looked at the huge foot long monster, once again hard and engorged. She leaned over and took the head in her mouth.

"Oh yeah, he he he," he giggle-groaned. "You failed the test. If there was a curse, you wouldn't be able to resist sucking my cock again. He he he." All Melvin had to do was whip it out and she'd open any hole for him. He didn't believe in a curse either, but he did believe that she had loved his cock so much, she was practically addicted to it. "That's it you white slut, suck your black master's cock," he told her, for the first time his voice sounding deep and manly.

Bobbie Sue moaned in reply, taking his shaft deeper down her throat. Her thoughts were similar to Melvin's. All he had to do was take his cock out and she'd want it. Nothing in her entire life had given her as much pleasure as his cock had earlier. Even just sucking Melvin was better then actual intercourse with her husband. Now that she knew how good it was, how could she go without it? Not only that, but the teen was an inexperienced virgin. He was only going to get better with practice. Even now as she bobbed her head as rapidly up and down his shaft, he was lasting longer then the first time she'd blown him. She wished the angle wasn't so awkward and her car wasn't so cramped. A bed would be so much more comfortable. Maybe someday, she could do this in her marital bed? She felt guilty thinking that, but that disappeared as his cock began spurting in her throat. She could feel it jerking, bucking as it pumped it's seed. Her remorse over wanting to suck Melvin in the bed she shared with her husband was replaced by remorse over not being able to taste his seed. Bobbie Sue pulled back until the throbbing cock head cleared her throat. Her mouth immediately filled with sperm. She moaned gulping it down, loving the taste, better then any drink or food she'd ever had. Her mouth filled again and she swallowed. The next load only filled half her mouth, she gulped as the next load flowed over her tongue. Melvin grabbed the base of his shaft and jerked it, milking every bit of his seed into her hungry mouth.

"Best night of my life," said Melvin, leaning back in the seat and gasping for air.

Bobbie Sue gave his shrinking cock head a long kiss before sitting back up and wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. Her remorse returned. It was the best night of her life too. "Your cum tastes so good," she whispered, licking her lips. She watched as he tucked his now floppy cock back into his jeans. She found herself missing it, missing seeing it, touching it, sucking it, feeling it inside her, spurting it's seed into her womb or stretching her ass out, filling her bowels with hot cum.

"We're gonna fuck again, Mrs. Kindle," he told her and it wasn't a question.

"No Melvin," replied Bobbie Sue, pointing a stern finger at her student. "We are going to fuck again, not gonna."

"Yes we are. He he he." Melvin opened the door and stepped out of the car. He leaned down and looked at her. "So does this mean we ARE boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Go home Melvin."

"Kiss good night?"

"Go home Melvin." Bobbie Sue shook her head and closed her eyes for a second. No doubt about it, they were going to fuck again, but she still felt like punching the annoying little geek.

"Yes, Mrs. Kindle." He stood, but leaned back down. "One last thing, Mrs. K. Of course there isn't a curse, but maybe there never was."

"What do you mean?' she asked him, curiously.

"I don't think Prospero cursed the town. I think it was a blessing. Something to think about. Goodnight."

"Goodnight,: she replied as he stood and left her car. She watched him in the rearview mirror. He crossed the street to avoid the drug dealers and crossed it again once he'd passed them. She drove off once he'd disappeared into his condo.

Bobbie Sue drove home thinking about what Melvin had said. Was the nerd right? Was it a blessing after all. In many ways the curse did sound like a prayer. Even as he was about to die, Prospero was blessing the women of Coxville to find happiness and satisfaction worshipping his god. "Damn it the little geek is right," she said to herself. Well all of him certainly isn't little. Some of him is quite big. God, his cock is amazing. Bobbbie Sue squirmed in her car seat. I'm already ready to fuck him again. I hope I don't have to wait long. Maybe, I can see him tomorrow? I need to get on the pill and fast. I hope it has time to get in my system before we fuck again?

Bobbie Sue Kindle drove home deep in her thoughts fully aware that her life had just drastically changed.

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Officer Anderson didn't know how she wound up on her knees sucking the biggest blackest cock she'd ever seen. She'd pulled the African American male over for speeding through Coxburg. She pulled him out of the car when she smelled marijuana. Officer Anderson patted the man down and felt she'd detected a weapon hidden in his pants. She'd yanked his sweats down and got the shock of her young life as his hard massive cock smacked her in the face. She stared at it in awe, the black weapon dwarfed her poor husband's little penis and she didn't resist as the black man guided it past her lips. Soon the black man had her glasses off, her hair down, and her big breasts out as she willingly blew his massive black cock until he blew his load down her throat. Soon she was hooked and nightly began pulling cars over for the crime of "driving while black". After a few months, sucking black cock wasn't enough. She needed them in her pussy and ass.

Sister Nancy O'Malley of the Sisters of Mercy convent couldn't concentrate on tutoring Linus Jefferson as her mind kept drifting back to the dream she'd had last night. The dark shadowy man had ripped off her habit making her kneel before him as he took out a phallus to make the devil envious. It hadn't been a rape either, Nancy was more then willing as she took the man in her mouth. Worse, she'd woken aroused that morning, her sinful body so aching for the sex she'd never had, that it had taken the full force of her will, not to slide her hand down between her legs and touch herself in a carnal fashion. Not for the first time, did the buxom young nun wonder in taking her vows had been the right thing. Sister O'Malley looked up from her daydream to see Linus touching himself, squeezing his crotch even. "Mr. Jefferson, what do you think you are doing?" Linus yanked his hand back. "Forgive me sister, I can't help it. I'm just so horny." Sister Nancy looked down at his bulging jeans. "Take it out and give it some air," she told him, licking her lips for some reason.

Felicia's heels clicked as she strolled down a dark alley in Coxburg, angry that her boyfriend Frank had stood her up. The buxom blonde in the short pink dress ignored the calls of various blacks in the neighborhood as she walked past the graffiti covered walls. Soon, she was grabbed and accosted by a big shirtless black man in green pants. Felicia was so scared she showed him her ass, hoping that would be enough. Jamarcus kneeled and began licking her pussy before grabbing the stunning blonde and flipping her over, putting his tongue in her pussy, then ass as he held her upside down. Felicia found herself loving it, cumming, and grabbing his pants for balance, but pushing them down until his gigantic 14" cock sprang up, entering her mouth. Soon Jamarcus was joined by the two other members of his gang known as the Big 3. Clyde revealed an 18" cock that looked like it belonged on a horse. She sucked them all before they took her. When Jamarcus slowly pushed his cock into her formerly racist pussy, Felicia knew what her purpose in life was from then on. A week later, Felicia was wearing white shorts that almost exposed her ass cheeks and a white top that barely covered her breasts. Between her breasts was a queen of spades symbol. She walked the streets looking for Johns so she could make some money for her three pimps.

Susanna Clark found herself tipping her black garbage man with a blowjob. The married mother of two didn't know what else to do when the older black man came looking for a delinquent payment.

Georgina Flynn had dozed off while sunbathing topless. She awoke to see her black meter reader standing over her jerking a foot long cock off while staring at her tits. When she didn't say anything, he straddled her cot and pushed his huge cock between her EE breasts. She bent down to suck his cock head while he began titty fucking her.

Sylvia Howard couldn't take her eyes off the bulge in the plumber's jeans. He was under her kitchen sink, banging away at it with his lower half sticking out. There was no way penises got that big, her husband barely made five inches on a good day. With trembling hands, she reached out for his zipper. The plumber jumped when he felt her touch, but relaxed and let her take him out. She wasn't disappointed. Soon he was banging away at her and not at her pipes.

Dick Harper watched in horror as his wife was taken by a massively hung black man. Worse, the slut seemed to be loving every inch of that thick slab of uncut dark meet pounding away at her whore pussy. She was lying across the pool table in the back of a bar getting a fucking from the black guy that Dick could never have given her. How had he let the black dude goad him into betting over a pool game? It was so out of character for him to accept a bet and even more so when the black had asked Dick to bet his wife. It was so out of character for his wife to accept such a bet too. Yet here they were?

Stories such as these happened all over Coxville that weekend, nor did they stop after that. Kitty Summers would introduce her cheerleader friends to black cock at a pool party a few weeks later. Jenny Summer's sister would be introduced to black cock as was Bobbie Sue's sister, as was Nurse Swallows, as were many many others.

From here on out, Coxville County was a very different place.

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So was there a Coxville Curse?

The question was debated for years. Bobbie Sue never believed in it and a year after first reading about it she found herself divorced and the single mother of a black baby boy. She assumed the boy was Melvin's as the timing was right, but Melvin had quickly lost exclusive control over her pussy. Bobbie Sue found herself meeting Melvin biweekly for sex, mostly they fucked at the library after closing, but sometimes they did it in her car in various makeout spots around the county. On one such time, they were spotted by Anthony, one of the black football players who forced Bobbie Sue to put out for him. He even made her suck him off in her classroom which was captured by Principal Long's hidden cameras. Bobbie Sue quickly joined Long's growing harem and once Long's cock got in a woman, they lost all inhibitions. Bobbie Sue had no regrets, especially since her small local book, "The Coxville Curse" came out. It became very popular in the county and to a certain extent the state and it even garnered some national attention.

The number of believers in the curse is actually pretty small. Most were white husbands, boyfriends, or fathers who had lost their loved ones to the hung black men of Coxville County. They were incapable of believing their loved ones would leave them for black men so they blamed a curse. Many a woman used the curse as an excuse to explain their behavior. At the Mayoral debate in 2010, one cuckolded husband asked the candidates what they intended to do about the Coxville curse. He was laughed at, but there was also a small spattering of applause.

Critics were more numerous. It was pointed out that there were no witnesses to any of the lightning strikes. It was just a coincidence that there were storms on the same day every fifty years and that a heavy fog developed afterwards. Storms and fog were not uncommon that time of year. Skeptics suggested that other then the bolt that destroyed the old oak tree, lightning didn't actually strike it every fifty years, but that branches were knocked over by the wind gusts. Another account of the hanging by a witness claimed the branch broke from Prospero's weight and not from lightning.

A biology teacher traced a large increase in the penis size of African American residents of Coxville County to circa 1909, fifty years after the hanging. It was discovered that when they were in their late forties, the Long twins and the Black twins, sons of the Cox sisters, left the seminary to serve the black community of Coxville County. They were apparently unable to resist the advances of the black women of their community and fathered many children on different women. The biologist cited another study about African American penis size in the United States and was surprised to find that 10% of above average males could be traced to former slaves of Coxville County. The remaining 90% seemed to originate out of the New Orleans area around 1849-1859. It seems Prospero Black had spread his seed far and wide.

Others pointed out that actually only several dozen women out of thousands went black that first year and that more women were led to cheat or experiment with black men after Mrs. Kindle's book came out citing the erotically written sex scenes with Betty, Samantha, and the slaves as putting ideas into their heads. Scenes which had been greatly exaggerated by Mrs. Kindle. A year after her first book, Bobbie Sue released "The Coxville Curse II" featuring true stories by the women of Coxville and their first black experience. The first book was sold in the local interest section. The second book was sold in the erotica section of bookstores. Many women allowed Bobbie Sue to use their real names among them Jenny and Kitty Summers, Ivana Swallows the school nurse, and even Bobbie Sue told her own story. There were so many stories, that Bobbie Sue released books yearly after that.

Sociologists explained it away as interracial relationships having reached a tipping point where more and more women kept getting into interracial relationships because of a domino effect. When the most popular girl in high school does something the other girls soon follow. Kitty Summers soon had her fellow cheerleaders following her lead thanks to the "Pool Party" incident described in "The Coxville Curse II" and soon other girls were following their lead. A darker reason was given when Principal Long passed away and blackmail videos were discovered featuring nearly every female teacher in the school and dozens of female students. No complaints against him had ever been filed and the blackmailed women all were seen at his funeral deep in mourning.

Things seemed to go better for African American residents of Coxville after the lightening strike. Samson replaced Todd as quarterback and the team went on to many victories. Samson also got a football scholarship to college and went on to the pro teams. Melvin went to college and became an astrophysicist. Despite being geeky and awkward, word of his genital size got out among the mostly white students and Melvin became quite popular. Samson's teammate LD, left Coxville for Los Angeles to meet his dad and they ended up making interracial porn together, bringing in some more Coxville black talent and started their own production company. Their second movie was called The Coxville Curse, but had little to do with Bobbie Sue's book or real events. As The Coxville Curse book series was published, a strange phenomena began occurring in Coxburg. Women started visiting there to pick up black men for sex. The Big Three gang found that prostituting themselves was more profitable then prostituting white women. College girls driving down I-69 for the gulf coast and Florida beaches stopped over hoping to meet black men. Some brought along black studs on vacation with them. Others opted to vacation in Coxburg, skipping the beaches and renting cabins on lake Cox for them and their black studs. Grades and attendance among blacks at Coxville High went up, as Principal Long had Kitty and her friends parade around in skimpy BBC Princess outfits, servicing whichever black student needed motivating. Jenny, Bobbie Sue, and other teachers helped motivate the black students as well.

True or false, real or imaginary, curse or blessing, whether or not there was a Coxville Curse didn't really matter. What did matter was that as time went by, the words of Prospero Black came true. The white men of Coxville County left their wives wanting and the buxom and fertile daughters of Eve, turned to the superior black snakes of Damballah, their bellies ripening with the fertile seed of the descendants of the Cox Plantation's slaves, creating new life.

Oh Damballah, creator of life...

THE END