Black Cock Surprise Billy held his breath as he slid his hands up under Nora's bra. He was
in luck! She didn't push him off. Her breasts weren't as big as the
girls he looked at online, but they were the first he had touched and he
wasn't complaining. In fact, he was in heaven and things were getting
better, Nora was fumbling around with his zipper and she had never
touched his dick before. They were both virgins and Billy didn't have
any hope of fucking her soon. He hadn't even seen her nude yet. She
wasn't even the type to give him a blow job, but this was a start. Her
hand caressed his dick, seemingly fascinated with it and with a groan
Billy shot his load all over her hand.
SPLAT! Something hit the window with enough force to rattle the sill.
"My mom's home," screamed the teenage girl.
"No, something hit the window," said Billy jumping off the bed and
throwing the curtains open. A huge blob of milky white goo was sliding
down the pane outside. Billy threw on his coat and ran outside.
Relieved her mom hadn't caught them, Nora wiped Billy's sperm off her
hand in disgust. The messy cum made the prissy young girl crinkle her
nose, She wouldn't be doing that again anytime soon.
When she was clean, Nora followed Billy outside finding him bent over
footprints in the snow. The snow had an ice coating and the footprints
looked huge where they had broken through the snow. The most surprising
thing about them was that they were made by bare feet.
"I think it's cum," said Billy staring at the blob on the window.
"What?" she cried. Nora didn't like the idea of someone watching them
fool around or of someone jerking off while doing it.
"It smells like cum," Billy said, holding his sleeve over his nose.
Nora had gotten her first whiff of cum just moments earlier with Billy,
but this smell was a lot more powerful. She inhaled deeply through her
nose. Nothing made sense. The footprints facing her window were several
feet from the pane, yet sperm had traveled that far with enough force to
rattle the glass. She breathed deeply through her nose again. Billy's
sperm had only shot up several inches and would have only filled a
spoon, this wad could fill a glass. There was more too, holes covered
the snow fanning out from the footprints where hot sperm had melted the
ice. Many of the holes alone were bigger then Billy's ejaculate. She
breathed again and stepped closer to the glob of sperm.
"You wait inside," ordered Billy, "I'm going to follow it and lock the
door."
"Be careful," she said stepping closer to the glass. Her head was
already leaning towards her window as she heard Billy jog off. It
smelled incredible. Her nipples were hardening from more then the cold
as she brought her nose almost to the point it was touching the huge wad
of sperm. The wad had slid down to the sill as Nora stuck her tongue out
and tasted it. She lapped up a large amount and ran it around her tongue
before swallowing the cold goo. She wished it was hot as she licked
again...
Billy tracked the footprints through several yards before the cold and
nervousness drove him back to Nora's house. Something had watched him
make out with his girlfriend, something with big feet, a big stride, and
a huge penis.
Nora was laying on the bed completely naked when he got back. "Billy I'm
ready to do it. You can fuck me." She had something caked around her
lips, but Billy was too excited to care at that point.
******************
Agnes released the steering wheel watching the color return to her
knuckles. She hated driving on icy roads, but the cupboard was bare and
the forecasts called for another storm over the next few days. Plus, she
needed her tabloids and soap digests. She popped the hatch open and got
out of the car going around to unlock the kitchen door before unloading
the groceries.
The first thing the old woman noticed walking back to the car was a
grocery bag spilled out on the snow. Something moved out of the corner
of her eye and she looked up at an enormous figure moving towards the
woods.
Agnes kept a camera in her glove compartment and thinking fast, the
woman reached in her car and grabbed it. She snapped a picture just
before it disappeared into the woods.
Large bare footprints led into the woods from her driveway. The figure
had resembled a bear, but it walked erect like a man. It was dark black,
hairy, obese, and it shambled as it walked.
Agnes grinned in triumph. She had captured Bigfoot on film. Now if she
could only get the space aliens to come back...
*******************
Diane was naked as she sat before the campfire. She shivered in the cool
spring air of the Killdeer Mountains, but the fire kept her warm. Larry,
her husband, was off in the woods getting some more firewood. She smiled
as she heard him clodding towards her and looked up, her smile fading at
the big hairy thing before her.
The thing had a pigish black face surrounded by hair and a thick black
beard. It's fur covered it's torso from the neck down to it's knees, but
strangly it's muscular arms and legs were bare. The creature was also
enormously fat like a bear. Diane barely had time to take all this in as
her eyes were automatically drawn to the large penis emerging from a
fold in the fur. The huge cock was as long as her forearm and dark
black. She could see the the outline of two equally huge testicals
underneath the fur. The head of it's penis appeared as large as an
orange or her fist. Except for it's size, the penis appeared human.
She and Larry had come to Black Cock Surprise at that.
Two years had passed now since the war, and the owner theyÕd paid rent to had changed several times. They were soon to understand that a Northerner now owned their apartment building and would be collecting their rent weekly rather than monthly. The young coupleÕs poor payment history had put them in this humiliating situation.
They awaited their new landlordÕs arrival one evening, hoping he would be kind, generous, and mercifulÑperhaps recognizing them as once having been the cream of antebellum, southern society.
ÒDarling, please donÕt drink before Mr. Beaux arrives tonight. We need desperately to impress upon him that we are responsible tenants,Ó Leasa Edwards implored her husband, who had turned heavily to the bottle over the past 2 years.
ÒI know Leasa, my love...but itÕs been hard for me to stop. My sorrow for our lost Cause, and its honor, troubles my heart so,Ó the ex-Captain, Jon Beauragard replied, slightly slurring his speech, sitting slouched in a corner chair.
ÒDarling, we must get over the war and the changes itÕs wrought on our lives. We have to find a new life and a new way...Ó Leasa pleaded with him, as she had done so many times before.
A loud knock on the door interrupted the young wedded coupleÕs well-worn conversation.
When Leasa opened the door she found a large, rotund black man before her. He appeared at least 60, dressed in a top hat, vest, suit jacket and tight riding pants. He was dressed as fine as the wealthiest of southern society. But his attire appeared so out of place on this large, over-weight Black.
Then the shock of recognition grew over LeasaÕs elegant features. Before her stood the man who was once her fatherÕs lead slaveÑSambo!
ÒSambo! My god, Sambo! What in heavenÕs name are you doing here? And dressed in such a way?Ó
The black manÕs face remained grim. Gone was the old, slaphappy, partially toothless smile of LeasaÕs favorite ÔdarkyÕ. Before her stood a powerful, embittered African businessman. He was a businessman that expected to be paidÑand repaidÑall that he was owed. No excuses!
Sambo was the BeauragardsÕ new landlord.
ÒLeasa, my name is now Samuel Beaux. And you will address me as ÒMaster BeauxÓ whenever you are in my presence. Is that understood?Ó
Leasa stepped back in shock at her one-time slaveÕs affront.
Her husband, witnessing all this in shock, leapt to his feet furiously:
ÒWhy you damned nigger! IÕll teach you manners if I have to beat them into you!!!Ó
But the large black man simply back handed the drunken, white Confederate officer and sent him sprawling back onto the floor, his lip bloodied.
ÒI wouldnÕt try that again, boy. Unless youÕre prepared to take the beatinÕ of your life in front of your wife,Ó Sambo admonished the shaken, Confederate soldier.
Slowly, with his wifeÕs help, the Captain struggled to his feet. He rushed the ex-slave again, only to receive a powerful punch deep into his solar plexus, dropping him to his knees in front of the immense black man.
Leasa watched in terror as her husband knelt in front of black Sambo, clutching himself and trying to regain his breath. She couldnÕt conceive this ÔdarkyÕ, who once served as her familyÕs clown, subduing and humiliating her husbandÑher countryÕs heroÑwith such confidence, such ease, and such mastery.
Sambo reached down, grabbed the Captain by his longÑnow mangyÑhair, and slapped his face, first with the front, then the back of his hand. He then delivered another blow to the kneeling CaptainÕs ribs. This last blow sent Captain Beauragard flopping over into a fetal position...moaning and whimpering.
Leasa watched in horror at the spectacle of the husband she once revered being reduced to a thoroughly beaten, whimpering shell of a man.
ÒIf you want more, youÕll get it,Ó Sambo sternly warned, gazing down Big Black Dick Movies Interracial Porn the entrance staing in. The clear shower
door hadn't steamed up yet and she could see Solomon's ass and back as
he bent down so that the water ran over his bald head. His ass appeared
hard as a rock and his back was as chiseled with muscles as the rest of
him. It was as if he had developed a workout regimen that involved using
every muscle of his body to develop to it's maximum potential. He moved
his head up standing erect. TURN AROUND, she screamed silently. He did.
This time her eyes took in his magnificent chest before moving down to
his cock. It was fully erect now and angled upwards. It was around a
foot long and as thick as her wrist. His hand came down and soaped the
length. She could see huge testicals that promised to hold loads of
sperm. The shower door steamed over covering his cock and her eyes raced
the steam up taking in his chest once again, then staring directly in
his eyes until his head too became blurry.
Diane raced downstairs further embarrassed that the black man had caught
her staring at him again. But then, why did he leave the door open? Was
he showing off his body to her like some animals do to attract a mate?
Larry was downstairs looking impatient as he killed a beer by their pool
table. She should tell him immediately what had just happened, have him
throw Solomon out. The black man came downstairs before she had made up
her mind whether or not to say anything.
Solomon was wearing a tight tee shirt that hugged every muscular contour
of his body. His pants were baggy sweats and Diane could see his cock
flopping around loose, the big head bulging out the sweat pants further
down his leg then should be possible.
"Great, lets play pool," said Larry as Solomon grabbed his own beer.
"Lets make it interesting," said Solomon. "How about each time we sink a
ball, the other person has to drink, sink one of your own balls you
drink, and the game loser pounds a beer?"
"Sounds fun,"said Larry. "I haven't played any drinking games since high
school."
Diane bowed out after two games. The drinking was too much for her and
simply being around Solomon had her climbing the walls with horniness.
Larry was gonna get fucked tonight! "I'm gonna go watch tv in the living
room," she said. "Try not to be too much longer." She winked at Larry,
but he wasn't paying attention to get her hint. Larry was really drunk,
slurring his words and swaying as he watched Solomon shoot. Solomon was
actually the worse pool player, but seemed unaffectd by the beer he had
drunk. She was quite tipsy herself.
Larry got worse after several more games. He sank down in the comfy
chair and felt his eyes closing.
"Hey, no falling asleep," said Solomon poking Larry with the stick and
leaving a blue mark on his shirt. "We're almost done this game."
"I've had enough big guy. Get Diane to finish then we'll call it a
night."
"I don't think Diane can beat me," said Solomon.
"She's better then me. She can beat you."
*******************
Diane was half asleep on the couch when she heard Larry enter the room.
"Thank god your done," she opened her eyes and found herself staring
down Solomon's huge black cock. He had removed his shirt and pulled the
sweats down under his balls. "What the hell..."
"Larry bet that if he lost the game, you would beat me off like you did
Bigfoot. He lost."
"I don't believe you."
"Ask him," said the black man.
Diane was trapped on the couch by Solomon's body standing over her so
she yelled from where she sat."Larry, is it true? What do you want me to
do?"
"Finish him off, Diane. You can beat him, just get it over with," yelled
Larry from the pool room.
"That bastard," she spat, but then again he had given her permission to
touch it and she really wanted to touch the big black monster swaying
hypnotically under her nose.
Diane reached up with both hands and grabbed the shaft. She ran her
fingers over every square inch of his shaft, pausing to squeeze the tip.
His plum-sized cock-head was as hard as a rubber superball. She had to
exert a lot of pressure to get it to indent. Diane found his balls of
particular interest since Bigfoot's had been concealed by it's fur.
Although not as large as Bigfoot's, Solomon's cock had the same
magnetism about it. She stroked it, hesitantly at first, but with
increasing vigor.
"Is this how you did Bigfoot? Did you lick it at all?" Solomon knew the
answer, having watched her lick the head in the video.
Diane didn't answer, she had been wishing she had some lubricant to coat
it with, but had been reluctant to release it from her grip. She leaned
forward and licked the head figuring she could lubricate it with her
tongue. Solomon was making it easier for her, holding his cock close to
her face. Diane twirled her tongue around his cock-head and then down
his shaft, even licking his balls when he lifted the shaft up and thrust
them in her face.
Diane moved back up to the tip, but didn't want to take her mouth off
it. Solomon pushed his cock against her lips until she opened her mouth
and swallowed the hard mushroom head. Larry hadn't given permission to
suck him, but there wasn't much difference, she was just using her mouth
instead of her hands. Bigfoot was impossible, Larry was too easy, but
Solomon's long, thick shaft presented a challenge. She stretched her jaw
out choking when the head pushed into her throat. Diane's husband's
penis just teased the back of her throat when her lips hit his pubic
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Mandingo Site tears in his eyes, shaking in fear of his black oppressor. His young wife looked away, disgusted and ashamed of the humiliating spectacle her husband had become in just minutes before the power, strength, and confidence of her ex-slave, Sambo.
ÒGet Ôem down!Ó Sambo shouted.
Startled and frightened, the submissive Captain now quickly pulled his pants down to his ankles. He stood before the black man naked from the waste down. The CaptainÕs tiny penis and testicles looked ridiculous on his six-foot frame.
Suddenly Sambo started laughing uproariously at the ludicrous, under-endowed sight before him.
ÒGood god, Mrs. Beauragard...you must be one horny woman if this is all you ever had in your bed!!!Ó Then Sambo continued laughing, slapping his knee and shaking with delight.
Leasa tried to look away, however she couldnÕt help but notice just how little her husbandÕs genitals were. Her gaze was then drawn to the sorely stretched pouch that struggled to contain the huge phallus between the black manÕs spread legs. Her gaze was lost on neither Sambo nor the humiliated Captain Beauragard.
Sambo fumbled in his coat pocket and drew out his old harmonica.
ÒOK Captain, IÕll play. You dance!Ó
Sambo began playing the kind of merry tunes he used to play when he was the one commanded to dance, in the old days on the grounds of Tara.
Captain Beauragard just stood there in shock, his pants wrapped around his ankles.
Sambo stopped abruptly, ÒDidnÕt you hear me, boy? I said, ÔdanceÕ!Ó
ÒBut...I...I canÕt dance,Ó the Captain pleaded.
ÒSure you can, Captain. Just remember how I used to do it. Lift your feet up in a little kind of a jig...go ahead! Leasa and I want to watch yaÕ and have a laugh. DonÕt we, Leasa?Ó
Leasa Edwards hung her head in shame, remembering how she would laugh at the fat, black manÕs dancing years ago. She would never have imagined, in those heady times, the tables being reversed in such a horrible way...as they were now, in the awful spectacle taking place before her.
Sambo began playing again and tapping his foot. The Captain stood trembling before him.
Sambo finally stopped. He gave the trembling white man in front of him an angry scowl.
ÒI wonÕt ask again. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, BOY?Ó
The Captain nodded.
Sambo began the song again, tapping his foot in time.
The Confederate officerÑslowly at first, then fasterÑbegan to lift his feet in a silly jig. He struggled with the pantaloons that were tangled around his ankles. But in time, his efforts paid off, and he was jumping and bobbing around in a ridiculous, little dance.
Along with the hopping and bobbing, the Captains infantile genitals flapped and swung about in ludicrous fashion. Sambo suddenly had to stop his playing to laugh aloud, uncontrollably.
Leasa Edwards turned her head away from the nightmare she was witnessing, and began sobbing. She could never again feel anything but pity for the pathetic, dancing white man before her. As she sobbed, Leasa wondered what she could have ever seen in this man.
The Captain finally fell backwards to the floor with a loud thud, his feet hoplessly tangled in his pants. He just lay there crying with shame at his own humiliation and cowardice.
ÒLeasa, come here,Ó Sambo commanded, turning to the sobbing woman who once represented the height of southern society.
Leasa dabbed her eyes, rose from her chair, and approached the black man, as instructed.
ÒKneel here in front of me, girl,Ó Sambo ordered her.
Slowly, Leasa turned to look for any kind of protection or aid from her husband. She looked down to find him still lying on the floor, his pants tangled around his feet, just watching on, his face streaked with tears.
Leasa knew no protection would come from the thoroughly beaten and humiliated wreck of a man that lay there.
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looking black man and his supposed foot long cock. Snake didn't have a
very large penis and the years of drug use seemed to have affected his
ability to get an erection. Not that it mattered, sex wasn't half as
good as the feeling he got sucking on the crack pipe. He inhaled again.
********************
The chartered helicopter landed in the empty parking lot. "You sure this
is where you want to be left off," yelled the pilot. He usually flew
tours of the badlands and Mount Rushmore in South Dakota, but the big
black man had paid well for a lift out in the middle of nowhere North
Dakota.
"This is the place," said Solomon, zipping up his parka. He grabbed his
backpack filled with camping and survival gear. It had only been four
years since the night of his escape, but the extreme weather had already
cracked the asphalt of the lot. The large ruined building was a burnt
husk of what it had once been. Several walls of the building that had
once housed the Gilgamesh Project, still stood. Solomon took a look
around and then set off at a jog towards the mountains.
Two days later, a late snow storm forced him to seek shelter in a small
cave overlooking the plain and the ruined building. He started a fire
and opened a can of beans. He had been worried that he'd forgotten all
about mountain survival, but the Navy was pretty thorough training it's
elite SEALs. Still, that had been close to thirty years ago, but it had
all come back. Solomon was almost seventy, but looked like he was in his
mid-thirties thanks to the X-serum nor had he detected any signs of
aging in the four years since he'd been injected with it. His body
weight didn't even seem to fluctuate beyond five pounds and he didn't
need to work out to maintain his muscular physique, though he did his
Tai Chi and other excercises regularily to keep his reflexes sharp.
Solomon sat, running the razor across his head and stared away from the
fire to keep his vision. There was nothing to fear here, but old habits
die hard. He watched the building down below the mountain disappear as
the snow fall increased. He thought of the female doctor he had fucked
in that building pretending to be her husband until his cock size had
given him away, but by then she was too into it to resist. She had been
the first of many married white women. His second had been later that
same night, a couple returning from their honeymoon, that had rescued
him from a snowstorm ten times worse then this one. He couldn't even
remember their names there had been so many since.
His cock grew as he thought of them. It became uncomfortable in his
pants and the urge to cum made him grab it. He hated jerking off, but he
was addicted to cumming. He imagined some big breasted white woman
sucking his cock as he stroked it until he came into the fire fifteen
minutes later. His sperm crackled as it struck the flames. Afterwards,
Solomon unrolled his sleeping bag and went to sleep.
It would be several days until it was safe to travel again so Solomon
spent the next day exploring the cave. It was in the farthest recesses
that he discovered the corpse.
It appeared to be the dessicated carcass of a bear with no skin, but for
flaps that looked crudely hacked off. He grinned at his discovery.
Several days later, Solomon set off across the mountains knowing there
was a road shown on his map. He was several hundred miles away from the
next sighting and hoped to hitch a ride.
******************
For a moment Diane thought that Bigfoot had returned as she stared at
the silouette in the doorway with the sun shining in behind it. This
bigfoot wasn't fat, it was chiseled. The illusion quickly faded, the fur
turning into the lining of a parka as the big black man strolled into
the bar.
Everyone stared at him. They would of stared even if he wasn't the first
black man to walk in the bar or the county for that matter. The man had
a presence that attracted attention. He was well over six feet and as he
walked up to the bar, he removed his coat revealing an over-muscled
torso. He was very handsome and had a shaved head, with a devilish
goatee. Diane felt a shiver run up her spine as she looked at him.
"Your turn," said Larry nudging her with the pool stick.
Diane was bending over to shoot when a deep voice behind her said, "can
I play the winner?"
"Sure," said Larry looking at the black man warily, but he seemed
friendly enough and was holding two bottles of beer out to them.
Solomon winced as his cock grew in his pants. The woman had a great ass
that screamed for him to fuck it as she bent over to shoot the ball. He
hadn't had a woman in days and knowing he was coming up on a town he had
resisted the urge to masturbate. The girl wasn't hot, but she was a cute
little redneck babe. She kept her straight brown hair short, just under
her ears and her hair framed a pretty face with full lips. She had a
thin wiry figure, with average breasts, though the nipples poking out
her thick shirt promised to be big and fat. Her ass was simply perfect
and she was wearing tight jeans that hugged her hips and butt cheeks.
Solomon hadn't been the only one in the bar staring at it when she bent
over.
"I'm Larry, this is my wife Diane." Diane's hands were shaking as she
shot sinking both the cue ball and the eight.
"Name's Solomon."Her husband was wearing jeans and a plaid shirt. He
had a decent build and looked like he worked outdoors with his hands.
His fair hair was unkempt and he had a scruffy 
Biracial Couple Interracial Massage And Creampie Soon she slipped the shoulder straps off and it fell to the floor. Leasa then began undoing her corset. It opened baring a pair of beautiful, full breasts. Her nipples stuck out, pointing toward the smiling, old, black man. Sambo could see how excited his ex-masterÕs daughter really was for him and his huge, black dick.
Leasa then removed her bloomers. As she pulled them down her long legs, both Sambo and the Captain could clearly see the wet splotch in the crotch. Both men were now obviously aware of how aroused the young white woman was for the sex of the old, fat, black slave whom she had just sucked off.
Leasa stood naked for the smiling, victorious, black conqueror sitting naked in front of her.
ÒGo lie down and spread yoÕ self foÕ Sambo, child,Ó the partially toothless black man calmly instructed the blonde.
Leasa walked over to the bed slowly...as she passed her husband she swayed her hips in an exaggerated fashion, as if beckoning the old, black man to come fuck her.
Leasa climbed onto the bed and lay herself down on the Confederate flag. Then the SouthÕs finest spread her thighs in wait of her ebony lover. Sambo knew that the Captain could see from his vantage point exactly what Sambo sawÑthe glistening wet and swollen pussy lips of the highly aroused Mrs. Leasa Beauragard.
Sambo unbuttoned his shirt and cuffs, taking his time to both show his command over the young couple, and to further torture the young Captain Beauragard with what was to come.
When he was completely naked, Sambo strode to the bedside and looked down on the spread, white beauty before him. Leasa looked up to see the hideous, toothless smirk of her black lover. His body was covered with rolls and layers of fat that masked the muscle underneath. His flesh was scarred deeply from her fatherÕs whip. But most important, standing straight up before him, stretching up well past even his navel, was the thick black weapon that would soon impale and impregnate Mrs. Leasa Edwards Beauragard.
Leasa lifted her head to stare at it, hypnotized by its size, power, and hideous beauty. It seemed to stare back at her, drooling its potent seed from the unsheathed head.
LeasaÕs thighs spread wider and began to lift from the bed, inviting the penetration of the African organ.
Sambo climbed onto the bed and began mounting the blonde goddess of the Confederate South. Captain Beauragard flopped down in a chair beside the bed and gazed in awe as the black giant began to rub the bulbous cock-head along the already lubricated channel of LeasaÕs sex.
The fat, old black and the pale, young beauty began to work their loins together in order to achieve the penetration they both so much desired. After wrestling together for what seemed a long couple of minutes, Leasa grunted as the bloated cock-head popped into her, stretching the lips of her vagina to abnormally wide proportions.
Sambo began to pump his weapon into her, at first slowly, then with ever increasing power. Leasa responded to each of SamboÕs thrusts with a loud grunt. The black beastÕs piercing thrusts were bringing the blonde pain; but it was a pain she invited, a pain she yearned forÑa pain her pure, white body needed.
Leasa was soon thrusting her hips back up into SamboÕs. The blondeÕs body was now encouraging the enormous Black to pound himself into her with even more power, even more fury. And the Black responded. The room reverberated with the sound of the loud slapping loins of the two lovers as their sex making drew on and grew louder.
The bed was creaking and slamming against the wall as if it might give out under the weight of the coupleÕs wild and abandoned fucking.
Captain Beauragard sat slumped in his chair. He ducked his head to peer down where the black man was mating his wife. He watched, dry mouthed and erect, as the pistoning, black dick slid in Interracial Fucking his eyes late the next morning when the sun shined through
his curtains right on the couch. He had a horrible headache and stumbled
towards the bathroom to get some asprin. As he passed through the pool
room, he noticed the stains on his brand new pool table. A memory
flashed into his brain, that of the muscular black man slamming his hips
into a nude Diane thrashing on the pool table. Someone had probably just
spilled a beer. He shook his head to clear it of the strange thoughts,
but more came unbidden. He remembered being deposited on the couch and
opening is eyes to see a nude woman and a black man walking up his
stairs. He remembered waking to loud noises coming from his bedroom.
Larry raced up the stairs to find his bed in disarray. The pillows were
askew and the sheets were caked with something. A video cassette sat on
the bed. There was no sign of the black man nor was there any sign of
Diane or his truck. His wife didn't show up again until several days
later and she had changed. After watching the video, he knew why.
*******************
Solomon pulled his cock out of Diane's pussy and quickly yanked his
pants up in the cold mountain air. The woman was bent over a fallen
tree, elevated enough that it had been perfect for fucking. She
shivered, her bare feet touching the remnants of a late snowfall, but
she hadn't recovered enough to dress.
This was the spot where she had masturbated Bigfoot. It had taken a day
to drive and hike up to this spot. They had fucked and sucked the whole
way. The big black man marked the spot off on his map, packed it up and
began jogging up the mountain.
"Where you going?" yelled Diane. "Wait for me."
"Time to move on," yelled back Solomon without turning.
"Take me with you." Diane was crying as Solomon disappeared into the
wooded mountain.
Diane dressed and headed back towards Larry's truck. She had known the
black man for less then two days, but was already addicted to him. She
decided to leave the state and move to a city somewhere, one with a
large black population.
*******************
Solomon lucked out and caught a ride shortly after reaching a road. He
went to the public library in the next town and checked on the latest
fat bigfoot sightings on the tabloid websites. He marked the locations
on his map and looked at the dots, they were heading South-Southeast and
the last had been just days ago in South Dakota.
Several days later, Solomon was following the stream for the thirteenth
time when he saw them. Bare footprints marked the banks and he judged
they had been made within several hours. Not far along the trail he
found a spot where Bigfoot had masturbated. It was heading towards a
town, probably looking for food. If he hurried he could get ahead of it.
*******************
"What took you so long?"
Bigfoot looked up at the black man sitting on a stump before a cabin. He
had been heading towards town to scrounge up some food when he smelled
something good cooking from this cabin. "Who you?"
"I go by the name Solomon now, Benny... Bull that is, but you knew me as
Sam."
Bull remembered Sam, though he hadn't had the shaved head and goatee
then. "What you doing heh?" Bull sounded unused to speaking.
"Looking for you, of course. You saved my life and I never forget a
friend." Bull had been the second recipient of the Xserum and the
prototype had increased his penis to beyond anything a woman could
handle. It had also made him grossly obese.
"How'd you finds me?"
Solomon pulled the tabloids out of his backpack. "Bigfoot Masturbated on
my Window" read one headline with an artists conception looking nothing
like Bull. "Bigfoot Stole My Groceries" and "Bigfoot Made My Wife
Masturbate Him." There was a photo of Diane holding onto something
blackened out for public consumption. Solomon hadn't really needed to
see the spot, but had decided to fuck Diane after seeing her picture.
"Come on in and you can eat, then tell me what took you so long. You've
been in these mountains four years."
Later after stuffing himself, Bull told his story. "That bullet really
fucked me up. I crawled ten miles in da snow storm and found a bear
cave. The wound sealed up with the bullet still inside my gut before I
could gets it out. A bear was sleeping in da cave, so I curled up by it
for warmth. Jus my luck, it woke befo me and I had to shove my fist down
it's throat until it choked to dath. It's jaw nearly bits my wrist off.
I'm wearing it's skin and I ate its meat the rest of the winter. I
finally dug the bullet out of my gut with a rib bone. I slept a long
time and when I awoke my gut wound had closed and my wrist was almost
all betta."
"I've discovered we heal faster then normal men." Solomon had discovered
this on his own after several injuries. In the three years since taking
the drug, he hadn't been sick in addition to the anti-aging effects.
"I was scared too, I didn't wants to go back to being locked up, so I
hided in the mountians all this time."
"I believe we are safe. I've checked and found no evidence the Gilgamesh
project was rebuilt after the fire. The parent companies probably went
with the insurance money and got out. Let's head back to town and get
you some clothes and a real meal."
"Did I mention stepping in the nest of rattlers?" asked Bull as the two
started walking down the mountain.
Solomon laughed. "Come on bro, you're coming with me to New York."
"Why? What's there?" asked Bull.
"The future, but first I have a gang to take over."
The End. 
Riley Shy Blacks On Blondes at that.
Two years had passed now since the war, and the owner theyÕd paid rent to had changed several times. They were soon to understand that a Northerner now owned their apartment building and would be collecting their rent weekly rather than monthly. The young coupleÕs poor payment history had put them in this humiliating situation.
They awaited their new landlordÕs arrival one evening, hoping he would be kind, generous, and mercifulÑperhaps recognizing them as once having been the cream of antebellum, southern society.
ÒDarling, please donÕt drink before Mr. Beaux arrives tonight. We need desperately to impress upon him that we are responsible tenants,Ó Leasa Edwards implored her husband, who had turned heavily to the bottle over the past 2 years.
ÒI know Leasa, my love...but itÕs been hard for me to stop. My sorrow for our lost Cause, and its honor, troubles my heart so,Ó the ex-Captain, Jon Beauragard replied, slightly slurring his speech, sitting slouched in a corner chair.
ÒDarling, we must get over the war and the changes itÕs wrought on our lives. We have to find a new life and a new way...Ó Leasa pleaded with him, as she had done so many times before.
A loud knock on the door interrupted the young wedded coupleÕs well-worn conversation.
When Leasa opened the door she found a large, rotund black man before her. He appeared at least 60, dressed in a top hat, vest, suit jacket and tight riding pants. He was dressed as fine as the wealthiest of southern society. But his attire appeared so out of place on this large, over-weight Black.
Then the shock of recognition grew over LeasaÕs elegant features. Before her stood the man who was once her fatherÕs lead slaveÑSambo!
ÒSambo! My god, Sambo! What in heavenÕs name are you doing here? And dressed in such a way?Ó
The black manÕs face remained grim. Gone was the old, slaphappy, partially toothless smile of LeasaÕs favorite ÔdarkyÕ. Before her stood a powerful, embittered African businessman. He was a businessman that expected to be paidÑand repaidÑall that he was owed. No excuses!
Sambo was the BeauragardsÕ new landlord.
ÒLeasa, my name is now Samuel Beaux. And you will address me as ÒMaster BeauxÓ whenever you are in my presence. Is that understood?Ó
Leasa stepped back in shock at her one-time slaveÕs affront.
Her husband, witnessing all this in shock, leapt to his feet furiously:
ÒWhy you damned nigger! IÕll teach you manners if I have to beat them into you!!!Ó
But the large black man simply back handed the drunken, white Confederate officer and sent him sprawling back onto the floor, his lip bloodied.
ÒI wouldnÕt try that again, boy. Unless youÕre prepared to take the beatinÕ of your life in front of your wife,Ó Sambo admonished the shaken, Confederate soldier.
Slowly, with his wifeÕs help, the Captain struggled to his feet. He rushed the ex-slave again, only to receive a powerful punch deep into his solar plexus, dropping him to his knees in front of the immense black man.
Leasa watched in terror as her husband knelt in front of black Sambo, clutching himself and trying to regain his breath. She couldnÕt conceive this ÔdarkyÕ, who once served as her familyÕs clown, subduing and humiliating her husbandÑher countryÕs heroÑwith such confidence, such ease, and such mastery.
Sambo reached down, grabbed the Captain by his longÑnow mangyÑhair, and slapped his face, first with the front, then the back of his hand. He then delivered another blow to the kneeling CaptainÕs ribs. This last blow sent Captain Beauragard flopping over into a fetal position...moaning and whimpering.
Leasa watched in horror at the spectacle of the husband she once revered being reduced to a thoroughly beaten, whimpering shell of a man.
ÒIf you want more, youÕll get it,Ó Sambo sternly warned, gazing down Black Cock Surprise from her mouth.
Diane relaxed her throat, knowing that she would never kiss Solomon's
pubic hair, but vowing to get as close as she could. She began bobbing
her head taking more into her throat with each downwad thrust. Nothing
mattered to her anymore except for making him cum. His huge balls
promised to satisfy her lust for sperm. She wasn't disappointed.
Solomon's cock started swelling even bigger when she had managed to
swallow the ten inch mark. Diane feared she would choke as it grew
bigger, so she pulled back until just the head was in her mouth. She
used her hands to stroke his shaft until with little warning, sperm
exploded from the sides of her mouth.
The amount had caught her off guard. one minute her mouth was empty
except for his cock-head, the next hot sperm had appeared in every nook
and cranny of her mouth, dribbling down her chin as the second load
displaced the first. Diane was missing her chance and she began
swallowing... no gulping his sperm as soon as she came to her senses.
She didn't want to waste a drop of the precious fluid. Diane's mouth
filed up five times and when she had swallowed that she milked his shaft
for more.
It was one of Solomon's best orgasms since becoming enhanced. It really
paid to hold off masturbating as long as one could to experience a super
orgasm like this. The only problem was his balls got so big and heavy
they became uncomfortable.
Diane's frantic stroking drained his cock of every last drop and it grew
limp for two strokes until thickening up again. "Oh my god, your getting
hard again!" Diane instantly craved more sperm, but her belly felt full.
"Diane, just think how good it would feel to have this big thing buried
in your pussy."
"Yes, that would be nice," she replied still stroking it, "but that
would be cheating, though maybe Larry will give me permission?" Diane
gave Solomon's cock-head a quick kiss and got up, walking into the pool
room. Larry was snoring in his chair. Diane shook her husband awake.
"Larry, I beat him like you said, but...I...don't want to quit just
yet." Diane looked at her husband hopefully. Larry was drunk and could
barely keep his eyes open.
"Come on Diane, lets go to bed, I'm tired and I haven't drunk this much
since high school."
"Larry," said Solomon, he had pulled up his sweats and put his shirt
back on. Diane felt it was a crime to cover his incredible body. "Diane
wants to keep playing. Just let me sink my balls into a few more holes
and you can have her back."
"Fuck it, do whatever you want just let me sleep." Larry closed his eyes
and slid down in the chair.
"Solomon, he gave me his permission to fuck you. I don't believe it."
Solomon walked up to her and began removing her top. "That make you feel
better."
"Yeah," she replied moaning as Solomon slid his hands under her bra and
cupped her breasts, "but I would have snuck down later if he had said
no. There's something about you that makes me so horny. I've never
wanted to fuck anything this bad in my life."
"You've never been around a real man before. Once my cocks in you,
you'll be ruined for all other men." Solomon unhooked her bra and ran
his hands down her waist to her jeans, quickly unbuttoning them. He
kneeled, pulled her jeans down and was pulling her panties off as she
stepped out of her jeans.
Solomon kissed her belly button and then stood taking in the nude body
he had caught glimpses of on the video. He placed his hands on her hips
and lifted her onto the pool table. He pushed some balls out of the way
and pushed her down so that she was laying on her back with her legs
dangling down the sides.
Solomon grabbed her ankles and spread them wide as he stepped between
them. "Put it in," he growled and Diane leaned up placing his cock-head
against her slit moving it around to coat it with her juices. She gasped
as he bucked his hips pushing his shaft through her hands, the head
entering her pussy. Just the head felt incredible as it stretched her
wider then she had ever been.
Solomon began rotating his hips lubricating his cock and sliding more in
with each little thrust. Diane was panting like a woman in labor,
staring in awe at the muscular chest of the man slowly working his penis
into her. It felt good...real good, better then she had ever imagined as
Solomon passed Larry's length. She looked up to see there was still half
of Solomon's cock protruding from her legs. She let her head fall back
on the pool table as Solomon continued penetrating her. Dormant nerves
began awakening deep in places she didn't know she had. Diane started
raising her hips into his cock, trying to fuck it back, gritting her
teeth as an orgasm exploded from her pussy. "Oh my god, I love your big
cock," she cried before the powerful orgasm took hold of her thrashing
body.
"Only black cocks get this big slut," said Solomon as he buried his long
shaft in her pussy. He held it there so that she could truly appreciate
it's size. Then he began fucking her with the entire length.
"I love your black cock. I've never been fucked like this." Solomon's
thrusts had turned so powerful her back was sliding along the pool table
top, but Solomon kept pulling her back onto his cock with his hands on
her ankles. "Fuck me with your black cock Solomon. I love black cock."
Even Bigfoot's big penis was black. Diane suddenly wished there was
another black man in this county to keep her satisfied when Solomon
left. Another orgasm exploded from her pussy. That orgasm opened a
floodgate and