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The Legend Of Marshal Jim Witt

This is a novel length epic erotic story of a man with a plan. Jim Witt returned from World War One and came to South Georgia in 1920 where he carved out an empire. In a time and place where integration of the races was unthinkable, he made it happen. It’s about men and women who flew into the face of customs and law of the land.The story ranges from the present time and back to the time of prohibition and moonshine whiskey. From an ultra modern resort back to an old hotel called Sulphur Springs Resort. The yarn spans time from today all the way back to the heyday of the Klu Klux Klan, Prohibition, involuntary forced labor, and chain gangs. This is a story of forbidden sex and acts that frankly were punishable by death at the time and place. The adventure starts for Jimmy Witt when he learns of his grandfather’s death and is summonsed to come and take charge of the estate. Jimmy never met and certainly didn’t know anything about his grandfather. He and his new wife had no idea what they were in for.The story of Marshal Jim Witt is told by several people from their own perspectives and nothing is held back. This story is full of raw interracial sex, but it a great deal more than that. It’s a story about a driven man who was without fear. He knew what he wanted and he took it. Maybe Jim Witt wasn’t a nice man, but he was, without question, a real man.For fans of unusual sex and especially interracial sex, this is a must read.
EXTRACT
The unexpected closure of the big sawmill had caused an increase
in crime in Graysville and the surrounding area. Hungry men with a
family to feed had no trouble stealing to provide food. Women had less
trouble than some of the men. That was how Jim met Alice Strickland. A
constable arrested her after finding her inside someone’s home to
which Alice had not been invited.
“What’s going to happen to me now?” she asked Jim from her
cell.
“You go to trial next week,” Jim told her. He couldn’t help
noticing Alice was a pretty girl of about nineteen or twenty. It was
apparent she hadn’t had a bath is some time and her hair was a wild
mess. “I guess you’ll go to prison after that.”
“I don’t think I’m going to care much for that,” she said. “I
wasn’t going to take much, just some food. I wouldn’t have done that
if I hadn’t needed too.”
“You married?” Jim asked her.
“No, not any more. My husband got killed a year ago at the
sawmill. Big log got away and rolled right over him. Killed him as
dead as a hammer. Ain’t there something I can do to keep from going to
prison?”
“Like what?” Jim asked.
“Hell, I don’t know,” she said sadly. “Work it off or
something.”
“What can you do?” he asked.
“I can cook and clean house,” she said. “I can sew some. You
know, the things a woman usually does.”
“Not a lot of call for that stuff these days,” Jim said. “What
else can you do?”
“I can fuck,” she said simply. “I’m good at that. Everybody says
so.” She had Jim’s full attention by then.
“Really? If I can get you on my work gang are you willing to
fuck over at Sulphur Springs and work off your fine?”
“I guess so,” she answered. “I sure as hell don’t want to go to
prison. What would I have to do?”
“Fuck for money,” Jim answered bluntly. “You ever let a man put
his dick in your mouth?”
“My mouth! Are you joking? Why would I want to do that? That’s
nasty!”
“Not really,” Jim said. Betty Smithson had demonstrated French
style and he had really liked it. “It feels good and some women seem
to like doing it. I got a couple of gals doing it and they make a lot
of money. That way you can work when your monthly visitor comes.”
“I ain’t sure about sucking some guy’s pecker,” she said
doubtfully. “I got another hole for when the visitor comes. My husband
used to corn hole me from time to time.”
“You like getting fucked in your ass?” he asked.
“Yeah, its okay I guess but I rather have it where it’s supposed
to go. You think you can keep me out of prison?”
“Maybe,” Jim said taking the key from the wall where it was
kept. He opened the cell and told her to go with him. He drove her to
the resort and told Betty to get her cleaned up. “Do something with
that mop of hair, too,” he told Betty.
While the whores got the new woman cleaned up, Jim went to check
on the remodeling and repair. He found Willie overseeing the job.
“About done, Boss,” the big black man reported. “Just got a few
things to finish up. Sure cost a lot to get that indoor plumbing done.
I’ll bet this is the only place in this part of the country that’s got
privies inside. We got bath tubs on every floor with hot water from
that boiler.”
“Yeah, but it will be worth it,” Jim said. “I got the word out
in Macon and Atlanta that we’re open and got a nice place.”
“Seen you bringing in a new gal,” Willie said. “Reckon she’s any
good?”
“Don’t know, but after they get a couple of layers of dirt off
her, I intend on finding out.”
“I’d be willing to try her out for you, boss,” the black man
said with a sly grin.
“You got to be out of your head,” Jim said. “A nigger and a white
woman? The Klan would hang your black ass for you.”
“Maybe so, but I sure wouldn’t be the one to tell ’em,” Willie
said laughing. “You may be missing out on some real good money. Some
of the colored men around here are still working and they’d pay good
money to diddle a white woman. Shit, boss, niggers would come from all
over to have some white pussy.”
Jim didn’t reply, but he was thinking about it. It would be a
novel thing, indeed. He remembered what Al Norton told him about a
show they put on where a stud nigger fucked a white woman and he
charged folks to watch the show. Jim left Willie and went in search
of Betty Smithson.
“You ever think about changing your luck?’ he asked her. He
found her in the parlor waiting for Alice Strickland to finish
bathing.
“What the hell are you talking about?” she asked him. “What’s
wrong with my luck?”
“That’s what they call it when a white man fucks a colored girl.
You ever think about fucking a black man?”
“Now what would make you ask me something like that, Marshal?”
“Don’t get in a snit. I’m just making conversation,” Jim said.
“Heard about a deal when I was up in Macon a while back. Got me to
thinking about it. I noticed you didn’t answer me, Betty.”
“Shoot, a girl could get her ass whipped for doing something
like that. The KKK is mighty strong around here. They don’t take
kindly to that sort of going on.”
“Bullshit,” Jim snorted. “The Klan is a bunch of old farts that
get together, drink moonshine, and talk. They’ll burn a cross a few
times a year, but that’s all they do. Maybe they run around in white
robes and scare niggers some, but they’re a bunch of cowards, if you
ask me. You still didn’t answer me and I’m beginning to think you’ve
done fucked a colored man.”
“I never said no such thing,” she said obviously agitated.
“No, you didn’t say it, but I think you have and you’re worried
that it will piss me off. I promise you it won’t piss me off. You
fucked a nigger, didn’t you?”
“So what if I have?” she snapped. “Ain’t nobody’s business if I
have.”
“Yes it is somebody’s business,” Jim said pleasantly. “It’s my
business. Tell me about it, Betty.”
“Man, I don’t want to get myself or anybody else in trouble,”
she wailed. “You promise you won’t get mad?”
“I said so, didn’t I?” Jim said. “Who did you fuck? Was it
Willie Harrison?”
“Yeah, it was Willie and a cousin of his called Frog. Look
Marshal, I really like to fuck and sometimes I get tired of selling
it. I just want to have a good time and fuck somebody for fun. No
harm done to anybody, was there?”
“No I don’t see any harm,” Jim said. “Are any of the other girls
fucking niggers?”
“Look, boss, I ain’t one to be telling things about anybody
else. Why are you asking me all these questions, anyway?”
“Willie said there were colored men who’d pay big money to fuck
a white woman,” Jim explained. “I’m just exploring the possibilities.
I didn’t even know there were white women willing to do that. I got to
think about it some more.” He did think about it, and decided to go
back to Macon and talk with Al Norton.
* * * *
“I got to envy you, Jim,” Norton said after Jim told him of his
idea. “I got a problem developing here. We got a newly appointed chief
of police and a newly elected prosecutor. They’re law and order men so
things are going to get sticky around here and mighty soon. I got
some women I can send your way if you can use them. Maybe I’ll have to
send some clients your way too. Like I said, things are getting tight
around here.”
“But is there any money in getting white women for niggers?” Jim
persisted.
“Oh hell yeah! There’s a whole lot of money to be made. When the
word gets around you got white women for niggers they’ll come from all
over to get some. You might want to think about putting on a live
show. A lot of white men will pay to watch a nigger fuck a white
woman. Get yourself a buck with a big dick and a half decent looking
white gal and the dollars will come rolling in.”
“Maybe so,” Jim said skeptically. “But it sounds like a good way
to get a black stud killed and some white whore beat to death. How did
you manage your shows?”
“I brought some talent in from out of town and after the show I
sneaked them back out of town. You won’t have the same problem I have.
You are the law down there. Who’s going to get involved? Of course you
wouldn’t want to fly in the face of the church or the Klan, but you
won’t have much of a problem. You would want to keep the show away
from your regular house, just in case.”
Jim Witt went back to Graysville with his head buzzing with
ideas. He went to see Willie just as soon as he got back.
“How much would it take to convert that old barn over there on
the back side of the property to a theater?” he asked Willie.
“A few dollars for labor and a few more for material,” Willie
replied after giving the question some thought. “More if you want
seats like they have at the moving picture show.”
“I was thinking some good seats down front and some bleacher
seats in the back,” Jim said. He told Willie his plan for a sex show.
“It sounds to me like you’re fixing to get some poor niggers
hurt,” Willie said. “Ain’t no way word wouldn’t get back to them Klan
assholes. They’d get drunk enough to hang some poor old boy just for
the hell of it.”
“What if I brought some buck in from somewhere else and got him
out of town right after the fucking?”
“Wouldn’t make much difference,” Willie said. “They’d have their
blood up and some nigger would have to pay. The first colored son of a
bitch they ran across more than likely.”
“Who’s the chief Klansman or whatever they call it?”
“Grand Dragon. That would be the mayor, Mike Miller,” Willie
answered with a grin. “Supposed to be a big secret, but everybody
knows. What are you thinking, boss?”
“I’m thinking there may be a way to take the starch out of
Miller and the Klan,” Jim said. “Go ahead and start on that barn. You
need some more cash?”
“No sir. I’m good for a while. Here’s something to think about.
Miss Miller likes to play around on the Mister. I know for a fact
that she fucks old Mister Rawlins over at the feed store. My cousin,
Frog, works at the feed store and he told me he caught them getting it
together in a back room. Frog said she was yelling for the old man to
fuck her harder. Old man Rawlins told Frog if he ever told, he’d kill
him. ‘Course Frog told it.”
“That is interesting,” Jim said. “I’ll see you later, Willie.”
Jim had noticed Sara Jane Miller looking at him on several occasions
and now he knew why. Sara Jane was a pretty woman of about forty, but
childless and well preserved. He waited for an opportunity to make
his move and the mayor gave it to him a few days later.
“I’m going to be out of pocket for a few days,” Mayor Miller
told Jim. “I’ve got a mayor’s conference in Atlanta. I hate to ask,
but would you mind keeping an eye on Sara Jane while I’m gone? It
seems like there’s a lot of mischief going on these days. Somebody
broke into our neighbor’s house the night before last.”
“Sure, I’ll be happy to keep an eye on her,” Jim said. “How long
are you going to be gone?”
“Week or ten days,” the mayor said. “I’m driving over to the
train station at Weeks and taking the train on up. I’m leaving early
in the morning. I’ll tell Sara Jane you’ll be around some. By the way,
I hear that you ‘bout got that old hotel up to snuff.”
“It’s about there,” Jim said. “Maybe I’ll let your wife cook me a
homemade supper while you’re gone.”
Mayor Miller had no more than got out of sight when his wife came
calling on the marshal.
“Marshal Witt, I hear you’re going to be watching me while Mike
is gone,” she said coming into his office.
“That’s right, Sara,” Jim said. “I’ll have both eyes on you, so
behave yourself.”
“Ain’t no fun in behaving,” she replied with a merry laugh. “You
come on over for dinner about noon. I’m frying some chicken.” Jim
told her he would be there.
* * * *
“As I’m the wife of the mayor I hear things,” Sara Jane said
after they finished the noon meal.
“What kind of things?”
“I hear you run a house of ill repute,” she said. “Is there
anything to that?”
“Would it make any difference if there was something to it?” he
countered.
“No, not to me. I have a ‘live and let live’ attitude about most
things. So it’s true?”
“It is,” he answered. “I plan on having the best whorehouse in
the state. You interested in working some in your spare time?”
“Why Marshal Jim, how you talk!” she said and blushed.
“Beats working as a seamstress,” Jim said. “I hear that’s what
you do.”
“Sewing and diddling are two different things,” she said still
blushing furiously. “Still…”
“Still, what?”
“I just wondered how much those women make doing…what they do.”
“A top whore can make a hundred dollars a month if she’s willing
to work at it. If she’s willing to perform the French arts she can
make even more.”
“What, pray tell, is the French arts?”
“That’s when a woman satisfies a man with her mouth,” Jim said
bluntly. Her mouth dropped open in shock. “You mean you never heard
of that? Hell, it’s the coming thing. They’ve been sucking dicks in
Europe for years.”

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Bondage Stories

SYNOPSIS
12 bondage stories, about teenage girls, cheerleaders, college girls, housewives, door to door sales women, etc. Originally BANNED, at last available through A1 & REDUCED in PRICE (it was $4.99 before it was BANNED by all my previous distributors).This book contains COMPLETE lurid tales of the abduction, forced sex, and extreme torture of women and teenage girls and are the very best genuine bondage stories you will read.Some contain forced sex, some contain torture, most contain both, but be aware that both can be very extreme, just the sort of extreme bondage and torture that you want to read about, the women in these stories REALLY suffer. Here are a couple of examples of the torture:"She got a knife, heated it up with a cigarette, and when it was really hot she began torturing me by touched it against my naked pussy lips. Then she heated it up some more and tortured me by holding the hot blade against the flesh inside my pussy........""One of the male cops pinched my nipple and streached my naked tit out sideways so that it hung over the side of my body, and then pressed it down against the table. Then the other male cop got a hammer and four inch nail, and hammered the nail through my tit near the nipple. He hammered the nail right through my tit and into the table. Then they did the same with my other tit........"Now for the shocking bit: They are (as you can see from the above examples) written by a woman, in the first person, from the perspective of the victim. The best authors always research their subjects, and the way the author researched this book was by REALLY performing the tortures on herself. I am not exaggerating, she really tortured herself in the way it says in the book. Now read those extracts above again, YES she really did torture her pussy with a RED HOT KNIFE, and YES she really did HAMMER A FOUR INCH NAIL RIGHT THROUGH HER TIT in fact she hammered nails through BOTH tits, and when I say right through, I mean UNTIL THEY STUCK INTO THE TABLE BENEATH THEM!!!!!!!Think about that as you read these stories through, not only do you get to read these EXTREME stories, but you also know that a woman REALLY suffered EVERY SINGLE TORTURE that you read about in them.And if you think the torture is bad, you should read the FORCED SEX SCENES that she has written. They are just as shocking as the torture. For example:"I was then ordered to lie on the floor and spread my legs. He was going to take my virginity. I did not want him to do this, but he had a gun, so I did not even struggle, I spread my legs and let him fuck me......."So you see, this is THE book that you want to read today. The author is not only a brilliant writer, she literally SPILT BLOOD writing these books, and I do mean literally. You are going to love these stories, I guarantee that after reading them you will want more. As you read the sex and torture, remember that the author really suffered, really experienced the TORTURE herself, exactly as her heroine gets tortured. How horny is that?Buy the book now, you know that you want to!
EXTRACT
REPEAT VISITS
I was nineteen and still a virgin when he kidnapped me at gunpoint
and forced me into that cold, damp, dingy cellar. It had no windows,
and the light switch was on the outside, so it was pitch dark when he
left me there, alone and frightened, for over an hour. I sat curled up
in the corner, to scared even to cry.
Then the light came on, and he stepped into the cellar. He did not
have the gun with him, but he told me that it was just outside, and if
I did not do exactly what he ordered me to do, he would get it and
kill me. I believed him, I was scared, I would do whatever he
said......
TIED TO A TREE
I hate it at college, I wish I were home. There are some girls here
who keep bullying me, tonight they dragged me to the park, stripped me
naked, and tied me to a tree. They have left me here, It is dark, I am
alone, I am naked, and I am scared.
A group of drunken men have seen me, they cannot believe their luck,
I am tied up and helpless, they can do what they like with me......
EVIL COPS PLAY WITH A PRISONER
I was on a protest march and the police got heavy handed. So I called
them pigs and spat at them. Bad move. They arrested me and took me to
the station. I was locked in an interrogation room and left for hours.
Then about one in the morning two cops came in. One said "We have come
to interrogate you". I replied "Fuck you pig." One of the cops slapped
my face and said "We are going to teach you some manners." Then the
other cop grabbed me from behind and held my hands behind my back.
When he had me secure the other cop began undoing the buttons on my
blouse. "You can't do that you pig" I yelled. He just smiled and
replied "It is one in the morning, only a few of us here, you have not
been booked in yet, no one knows you are here. So we can do whatever
we like to you." Then he ripped off my bra so that my tits were naked,
and began to fondle them.
His partner said "I thought we were going to teach her a lesson
first." He replied "Sure, but that does not mean we can't have some
fun at the same time. But I guess you are right. We had better teach
her that it does not pay to disrespect the law." Then he.........
CAPTIVE JOGGER
I am a nineteen year old girl, I was jogging home from college when
three men grabbed me and took me captive. I was chained up in chains
and thrown in the back of their van in bondage. They drove to a
deserted piece of land, dragged me out of the van, still in chains.
The piece of land was in the middle of nowhere, no one would rescue
me, and chained up in bondage I could not escape.........
HOOKED
They dragged me into the dungeon and made me strip naked, then stand
on a wooden box. A fish hook was driven through my pussy lips, and
heavy weights were hung from it......
THE CHEERLEADER
It was the most important game during my time as a cheerleader. The
game was great, we won, and all the cheerleaders were invited back to
the dressing room to party with the team. I drunk too much at the
party afterwards, and passed out in the team room, still in my
cheerleader costume, but I have lost my shoes, I probably took them
off dancing, my feet are bare. When I wake up there is only me and the
team there. If this gets out my reputation will be ruined, and the
coach threatens to tell everyone. While I try to talk him out of it,
the rest of the team wake up. One of them has an idea, perhaps they
will not tell everyone if I do a few things for them, I thought they
meant cleaning and stuff, so I agreed, but that was not what they
meant......
DON'T BE A TEASE
When I invited him in for coffee, I really meant coffee, but he
thought I meant sex. I asked him to leave, but he said that I could
not just lead a man on like that, and not go through with it, so I
tried to force him out the door, that was when he hit me......
THE HOSTAGE
I was the hostage in a robbery, the gang had got away, but were holed
up in a motel, there were three of them, and me, the hostage. The
police had the place surrounded, they dare not come in, in case I was
killed, and the robbers were not coming out. Three days we had been
there, and everyone was bored, the place did not even have a TV. They
needed to do something to amuse themselves, but all they had was a
pack of cards and me.
After three days they were fed up of cards, and the only other thing
they had to amuse themselves with was me!.....
KITCHEN PRISON
I was eating alone, a big meal at an expensive restaurant, and when
it was over I discovered that my purse had been stolen, there was no
way I could pay. The manager did not believe me, he thought I was
trying to get a free lunch, I would have to work in the kitchen that
evening to pay the bill. I agreed thinking he meant doing the washing
up, I did not realise that he had other things on his mind......
PARTY PRISONER
It was a posh party, at an expensive house. I had been hired through
an agency to run the bar. But when I got there the guests were helping
themselves. The hostess said not to worry, I was not needed until
after dinner. They put me in a room with a television and told me to
wait. I thought it strange. I thought it stranger still when I found
they had locked me in. But I was being paid for the evening, and I was
as happy to earn money sitting in a locked room watching TV as I was
serving drinks.
Eventually the hostess came and got me. She led me back into the
party room and said "I am afraid I mislead you a bit. You are not here
to serve the drinks, you are here as the entertainment.
Before I could ask her what she meant she pushed me into the middle
of a group of men. The men ripped off my clothes, then when I was
totally naked pushed me across the room towards a group of women.
There was a post in the middle of the room. The women tied me to it
with a rope under my arm pits and another just below my tits. They
then tied my wrists together, then tied them to a rope hanging from
the ceiling, and pulled it tight, so that my hands were streached high
above my head.
Then some more women tied my ankles to opposite ends of a long pole,
so that my legs were spread wide. I was naked, tied up in bondage, and
helpless. Both the men and women leered excitedly at my naked body.
From what they were saying to each other I knew what their
"entertainment" would be. I had been stripped naked and tied up in
bondage so that I could be tortured as their "entertainment"......
CAPTIVE DOOR TO DOOR SALES WOMAN
I was selling door to door. The man in one house liked the look of my
samples and said he might buy a large order. But he wanted me to show
my samples to the man he lived with first. He invited me in to show
the other man my samples. I thought two men living together must be
gay, so I went in, I was very wrong......
STORE BOUGHT
I often used that store, and today there was something I needed from
them urgently. The guy who owned it employed two boys of about
nineteen to run the store, and often left them to run it on their own.
It was obvious that they both fancied me, and if the manager was not
there they tried to flirt with me in an inexperienced teenage sort of
way that I found flattering.
I could not see the thing I wanted in the store, and when I asked the
boys if they I had one, they did not know what it was (or pretended
they didn't). One of them said that there were lots of things in the
store room that were not on display, and as the manager was out, he
could take me in there to look for it.
As I followed him into the store room, I did not notice that the
other assistant was putting up the closed sign, and locking the
door......

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Bound For Red Cane Mountain

Victoria Larsson is the epitome of a curvaceous Swedish blonde. Self-centred and avaricious, she is on holiday in Morocco with her new fiancé, Mikkel. Although he is her idea of handsome, she is only after one thing – his money, and isn’t averse to cheating on him when she gets the opportunity the day after their arrival.

They go and visit the tourist attraction that is the local souk where she is abducted and sold to a fiend who possesses an abnormally large penis. He brutalises her, making it clear that his intention is to torture and kill her for his own sadistic amusement.

She is rescued but her rescuer has no intention of letting her go, he bundling her first onto a plane and then a ship, she taken to Anabra Island, her journey filled with having to satisfy several men’s cravings. Once on the Island things don’t improve, she is beaten and abused, trained to be a plaything of a drug baron called Stephan Vandarmeer.

This tale, which contains lots of interracial sex, uses several of the characters that have already appeared in the novel Red Cane but it is not necessary to have read that story to follow what is going on.




EXTRACT

Two of his thick fingers slipped into her vagina with ease, she having
lubricated profusely already. They pushed back and forth vigorously,
he not seeming to care if he injured her or not. Unable to help
herself, she a sexual creature, her vagina almost instantly went into
spasm, trying its best to lock around his digits and stop them from
leaving her interior. “Ah, ah, ah, ah,” she panted. In very short
time she was convulsing with a powerful orgasm, squealing as she came,
“Yyyyyyeeeeeeaaahhh!”
“What a slut. The minute I saw you I simply knew you were one dirty
slut,” Assiman said, withdrawing his fingers. He sucked them as he
strolled from behind her and came to stand before her head.
He pulled down his trousers and she could not believe her eyes.
Curving out from his body was an enormous, dark-brown, circumcised
penis. It hung there like an elephant’s trunk. Gulping with the
shock, she guessed it must be something like forty centimetres long
and as thick as her forearm. There was no way he could ever get that
hard, she concluded, he surely could not possess sufficient blood to
inflate it and also keep his other organs functioning at the same
time.
“Suck it,” he said, lifting the purple head up to her lips.
She kissed it and darted her tongue out all over the glans before
opening her mouth to its utmost. It was no good, however hard she
tried she could not take in more than just the tip of his helmet. She
sucked and sucked, and wiggled her tongue across the underside. To
her utter amazement the giant dong commenced swelling, it soon
reasonably hard, his shaft supported by the flat of his broad left
hand. He was not rigid hard, she concluded, more like the firmness
akin to that possessed by her largest silicon dildo – a sort of wobbly
firm.
“Try harder, slut, or you’ll feel far more than just this paddle on
your backside,” he said in icy tone, putting the bat behind her head
and using it to press her closer.
She did her best, nibbling along his length, and sucking and
slavering all about the bulbous head. His penis stiffened a little
more, the veins starting to bulge along its surface. He began to rasp
his breath. His hips jerked back and to, the monster battering
against her lips and teeth. Stretching her mouth wide, she positioned
it around his little opening and sucked hard.
“Urrrggghhh!” he grunted. A large gush of his cum poured forth onto
the back of her tongue. It was tangy, thick and creamy. She
concluded that either he was more able than Abdul at producing sperm
or he had not come for a number of days.

Megan

We were seated near the back of the lounge and after the firstcocktail we began to relax. Our server was a young black man whosmiled at us a lot. I wanted to tell him Faye was a lousy tipper, buthe would soon figure that out for himself. “Nice looking man, isn’t he?” Faye said watching him walkaway. I said he did seem to be. “Do you remember the first time youfucked a black man?” I was so shocked at her question I couldn’tspeak. Not that it bothered Faye. “Shit, you never forget the firstblack cock, do you? I remember my first one as if it were yesterday.”Faye was on a roll and since I was speechless I let her go on. “My first hubby and I hadn’t been married very long. Don hadjust made partner and we moved out to Bentwood. Good ol’ Don was astud, but about a month after we moved out of the city he and a friendwent horseback riding and the silly fool got thrown off. Sprained agroin muscle and he couldn’t ride me for a couple of months. At leastthat’s what he told me.” “I was young and always horny back then,” she said. “Now I’molder and still always horny,” she added with a chuckle. “Anyway aftera week of no sex I was going out of my mind. I had a plastic dick withbatteries and it helped some, but not enough. A fucking dildo can onlytake you so far.” “Like everybody else in Bentwood we had a lawn service. Ourservice was a family of black men. There were three of them. Theoldest, a grandfather was about fifty or so, his son was about thirtyand the youngest was eighteen or nineteen. I could be off a few yearson their ages. They were masters of mowing a lawn. One would use theriding mower, another would use a small push mower, and the thirdwould use the weed eater and do the trim work.” “Usually it was the old man who did the trimming and he wasalways there after the other two had moved on down the street. One dayI was sunbathing on the back patio while they were there. The firstone on the riding machine came around and I gave him a pretty goodlook at me in my little bikini. The second one came around and he gota pretty good look, too. By the time the old guy worked his way aroundthe house I had made myself hot and I decided to really tease him.” “I took the top off and lay on my stomach. I couldn’t seehim, but I could tell by the racket the weed-whacker made when he gotclose so I rolled over and showed him my tits. I had my eyes closed,but it sure seemed like he trimmed around the patio longer thannecessary. Suddenly the trimmer shut off.” “You want to be careful,” he said from very close by. “Yousure don’t want to burn them pretty boobies in this hot sun.” I roseup and saw that he was standing only a few feet away from me. His eyeswere glued to my tits. “You got some oil or something to put onthem?” “Yes, I do,” I said in a sudden burst of courage. “Do youwant to help me?” He went to the outside faucet, washed his hands, andreturned to where I was laying. I handed him the tube of sunscreen andhe squeezed some out onto his big hand. If I live to be a hundred I’llnever forget how his hard, callused hands felt on my body. I wasalways horny, but he had me sizzling in just a few moments. When hishands finally got to my breasts I was jumping and twitching likecrazy. It was all I could go to keep from having an orgasm right then.When he rolled my nipples around between his thumbs and forefingers Ilost it. I climaxed, but he kept right on rubbing me. When his fingergot to the edge of the bikini bottoms I raised my butt up and let himpush them down.” “I was thrashing around like mad by the time his fingers gotto my clitoris. I came several times and I had a massive orgasm whenhe put a big ol’ finger in my pussy. I always heard that black mendidn’t do oral sex. I found out from him that it was a bunch of shit.That old man ate me to two crashing orgasms and I knew right thenthere was nothing on earth that could stop me from fucking that oldguy.” “I nearly ripped his pants down and I almost came again whenI got my first look at his meat. He had a huge cock. Bigger than anydick I had ever seen before. Long and fat and it was as hard as arock. I wanted to suck it, but my need to fuck it was too great. Man,that old guy could fuck. He did me for nearly fifteen minutes beforehe dumped a load of cum in me. I thought he would stop, but he didn’t.He just kept fucking me and I was having one major climax right afteranother.” “He left after fucking me for nearly half an hour. I musthave come a hundred times. I must have passed out for a few momentsand when I opened my eyes he had his pants on and his trimmer and wasleaving.” “See you in two weeks,” he said with a wave of his hand. “No! Next week,” I yelled at him. He laughed and said okay ashe went out the gate. I was one well-fucked gal. That afternoon afterI managed to wash a pint of cum out of me I went out and bought abigger fancier lounge chair. One with a nice soft pad instead of theplastic webbing. I had marks on my ass for several days after Boomerleft. That was his name. Boomer Howell. His son was named Ron and thegrandson was just called Boy.” Faye finished her drink and signaledfor another one. Faye looked at me and smiled. “You look flushed,Megan. Do you feel all right?” “Yes, I’m fine,” I assured her. “Was that an only time?” Iasked her. “Oh hell no!” she said laughing. “Boomer was back the nextweek and he fucked me again. Better this time because of the newlounge and we didn’t waste any time on sunscreen and fooling around.The following week he let his son, Ron, do the trimming and Ron fuckedme. Over the next few weeks Boomer and Ron took turns. Then thegrandson figured it out and he wanted some. They were a sharingfamily. All of them were a great fuck, but the old man was the best.We had the best-looking lawn in the neighborhood. When fall came youcouldn’t find a single leaf in our yard. We also had the cleanestdrive and sidewalk when the snow fell. Sometimes they were therewaiting on the first snowflake to fall.” “Didn’t your husband ever figure out you were…getting some onthe side?” I asked her. In all the years I knew Faye, we had nevertalked about sex so this was something brand new. “I guess he knew I stopped bugging him about sex. That wasabout the time I found out he had a slut in the city he was doing. Thefact that I was not after him for sex just left more for the citybitch. Now that’s something I’ve never figured out. Don had aperfectly good slut at home so why did he take a chance on hisreputation by sneaking around after another slut. I mean, I knew hewas a whore-hopper. Hell, I got him away from his wife by letting himin my pants so I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised.” “Anyway, he had his whore in town and I had the whole damnedHowell family so I didn’t complain. We both had what we wanted. I hadthree great black cocks and…I don’t know exactly what he had, but itmust have been good. Because he asked me for a divorce the nextspring. I was ready for it and I told him to contact my attorney. Weparted ways on mostly friendly terms. I got half of everything he hadand a lot of what he was going to get so I was happy. More thanhappy, really. After Don moved out I could let the Howell boys in thefront door at night. I kept them supplied with white pussy and theykept me well supplied with black cock.” “I hated to leave Bentwood, but the house was too big and Icouldn’t afford to keep it. The market was right so I sold and movedback to the city. What I really hated to leave was Boomer, Ron, andBoy, who, by the way, wasn’t a boy by any stretch of the imagination. Boy had a nice cock and he knew how to use it. It’s sure easy to getused to some regular fucking by black men. Are you sure you’re okay?You’re sweating, Megan.” Moisture on my face wasn’t the only place I was wet. Hertitillating story had aroused me and there was no denying it. It wasthe first time since Paul got sick. That raunchy tale had me wet as Icould be. I excused myself and went to the ladies room to blot mypussy dry and splash some cold water on my face. When I returned Fayewas chatting with the server. He had brought fresh drinks. “So tell me about your first time with a black man,” Fayesaid when the server left. “Faye, I can’t,” I said. “So that’s the way you’re going to be,” she said. “I tell alland you tell me nothing.” “No, I can’t tell you because there was no first time. Notwith a black man,” I said. “Are you serious?” she asked. “Never?” I shook my head. “Youpoor thing,” she said. “So you divorced your husband and moved back to the city,” Iprompted. I have no idea why I wanted to hear more of her outrageousstory. “No more black mowers.” “No, no more mowers, but the woods are full of black studs,”she said. “I had discovered something about myself. I like fuckingblack men. I bought a condo with the money I got out of the house inBentwood. I wasn’t there a full day when I discovered to my surpriseand delight the doorman was an older black man who actually looked alittle like Boomer. His name was Hank. Hank was kind enough to carrysome things up to my apartment for me and I rewarded him with a glassof ice tea. Hank was very correct and very formal and he left afterthanking me for the tea. I made sure to touch him on the arm severaltimes before he left. Hank was no dummy and I’m sure he saw anopportunity there. It took a few days before I actually fucked Hank.” “That condo was over on Carlyle Avenue. There were twentyunits in the building and they kept Hank busy most of the day. Iquickly realized that I needed to get Hank to my apartment after hewas relieved by the night doorman. It took me a total of four days tofinally fuck the man. I asked Hank to come up after he got off to helpme with some things. There was some loose drawer knobs in the kitchenso I told him to bring a screwdriver. He arrived on time after he tookoff that hideous coat he was required to wear. He was wearing what hecalled civilian clothes. A pair of dark pants and a white short-sleeveshirt. He smelled of bay rum and that peculiar musk that I had come tolove. I started getting wet the moment I opened the door. I showed himwhere the loose knobs were and hurried to change clothes. I quicklytook off everything and put on a housecoat that tied in the front.” “In my brief conversations with him I learned his wife wasdead and he didn’t have any children so I knew there wasn’t any reasonfor him to rush home.” “Got ‘em all tight, Miss,” he said when I got to the kitchen.“What else you got that needs to be tightened up?” “I’ve been told I’m kind of loose,” I said smiling at him.“Maybe you should tighten me up.” He started at me with a seriousexpression on his wrinkled face. “You need to understand I need my job so I don’t want anyconfusion,” he said, not cracking a smile. For a few moments I didn’tunderstand what he was talking about. Then it dawned on me. “I understand, Hank,” I said. “I really don’t care if theknobs are loose or not. I wanted to get to know you better. I have athing for black gentlemen.” He looked at me a slight smile forming. “Ilike black cock. Is that plain enough for you?” “Yeah, and I guess I won’t need a screwdriver to tighten youup. You got anything on under that thing?” I untied the belt andopened the housecoat wide open. His eyes romanced over my nearly nakedbody. “Mighty fine lookin’ woman,” he said licking his lips. “I surelike big fat white titties and you sure got a nice pair.” He came to me and took both breasts in his black hands thenlowered his head and took one nipple in his mouth and bit me. Not hardenough to actually hurt, but hard enough to bring me to my tiptoes. Itook his head, loving the feel of his kinky hair, and moved him to myother nipple. He obliged me and bit that one also. One hand went to mywet pussy and he mauled it. He handled me roughly and I loved it. Iwas trembling and hot.” “Let’s get this show to a bed,” he said his voice low andhusky. I led him to the bedroom and when we were there I took his beltloose and pulled his pants down. He wasn’t wearing underwear and hiscock was standing straight out. Not as big as Boomer’s, but stillplenty nice enough.” “What Hank lacked in cock size he more than made up for withstamina. The man was literally a fucking machine. I had discoveredmyself a black bull. He had me climaxing within minutes and I didn’tstop for a full hour of continuous fucking. It was a damned good thingI was on birth control, because he dumped a gallon of cum in me.”