TCCS Pt. 03 Ch. 30: The Night Comes to a Close

from Mrs. Blackwood for being late to her class.

Lewis sniffed. He could smell the hint of marijuana coming from the tent. He grinned. Looks like Melissa had scored getting some pot from that nigger stoner Andy Gooch. It also looked like she had smoked it all herself. His girlfriend was laying nude on the sleeping blanket. Her head was propped up on a pillow and she had a lazy contented smile on her lips.

Missy Johnson wasn't your typical Coxville hottie. Sure, she had the body and breasts of any native, but she didn't dress to display her charms, nor did she use much makeup. When a Kitty or Patty or Coach Summers or Nurse Swallows was around, Missy was almost invisible, and she liked it that way.

Missy was a little weird. She dressed in low baggy jeans, blatantly wore a tee shirt with a pot leaf on it with a jean vest over the shirt that she could button up when one of the teachers came down on her. Her wallet was connected to her belt by a metal chain, she worse fingerless gloves with her nails painted black, five piercings in one ear, and a red gem piercing in her nose. She kept her hair dyed dark black in a short pixie cut that even Lewis rarely saw because an ever-present knit cap covered her head down to her ears. Even now, that cap was the only thing she was wearing as she stretched contentedly in her sleep.

Lewis liked that she covered up for he considered her breasts to be their little secret. They were a perfectly rounded EE, more Coxville mom sized then Coxville teen. Not that unusual, but her areolae were nearly non-existent. Her nipples on the other hand were over an inch long and the diameter of a quarter. They were sticking out now, fully erect. Looking at her now, marijuana moved down to the second most thing he wanted at that moment.

Lewis had been horny all night. His stiff prick had ached in his pants and he'd considered yanking it out for some air when he was hidden in the thicker parts of the fog. He slid out of his pants. Lewis kept his underwear on for the moment. He thought of waking her. Missy liked sucking his prick. Mostly because her few female friends thought it was disgusting, so Melissa just had to do it and tell them all about it. She even liked swallowing his cum. His dick throbbed at the thought of one of her blow jobs, but he decided to surprise her.

Lewis crawled over and ran his tongue over one of those huge nipples that he loved so much. She groaned, writhing a little and spreading her legs wider open. He flickered his tongue over it before sucking it into his mouth. Her back arched forcing his lips into her breast flesh. He swore the tip of her nipple pushed against this uvula they were so long. Lewis moaned, kissing down her breast and over her ribs. He kissed her stomach, letting his tongue rim out her belly button. She didn't care for this normally, but in her drunk stoned state, it seemed she was getting turned on. She was squirming now, opening her legs wider as one of her hands found his head pushing him down.

He slid his tongue down under her navel to the top of her pubes. She never trimmed her bush. It was wild and hairy, thick with curly blonde hair. Not for the first time, he wondered what Melissa would look like if she dressed sexy and didn't dye her hair. She'd probably rival Kitty Summers in looks. He licked around her inverted blonde pyramid moving downwards.

Melissa's pussy smelled funny.

It wasn't bad just different, almost familiar. He couldn't quite place it. His tongue twirled around her clit, moving down between her folds. She tasted different too. She was also very aroused for she thrust her pussy up into his mouth forcing his tongue inside her. He licked faster, proud of himself for turning her on so much. She'd never been this wet, her arousal was pouring into his mouth. The more Lewis tasted the more he wanted. He lapped at her pussy with gusto as Melissa began humping his tongue.

"Oh Andy," she moaned.

Damn! Andy must have sold her some good shit, thought Lewis. Her body was tensing up. Melissa's hands were grabbing her own tits, squeezing her nipples. Once again, he felt proud of himself. He'd never seen her so sexually charged. She let out a grunt and came on his tongue. Her contractions forced out even more of the thick fluids causing him to lick even faster which prolonged her orgasm. There was so much of it he had trouble swallowing it all. Her ass finally fell back to the sleeping bag as she came down from her orgasm.

Melissa finally opened her eyes and smiled at him, but the smile faded. "Oh, it's you," she said, dismissively.

"Duh! Who'd you think it was?" Lewis sat up and yanked his tighty whitey's down. His dick was as hard as he'd ever seen it. He was so swollen, he feared it might pop at any moment. Still, he'd never seen it so large and was quite proud of it at the moment.

"You're so little," she said, staring at it. It was sticking out over her pubes now.

That hurt. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing and aren't you forgetting something?"

"Fuck," he muttered, watching his prick twitching. The grape-sized head looked like it might pop at any moment. He reached for his pants and took out a condom, ripping the packet open in his hurry to bury his dick in his girlfriend. Alas, it was not meant to be for the second he grabbed his shaft to steady it, the head shot a wad of cum that left a trail from her navel to her pubes. "Fuck," he said again, a little embarrassed. He'd done something similar the first time they'd had sex, but his stamina had been steadily improving since the summer. He'd never cum this much before though.

"Good job," she said, sarcastically.

"You're in a bitchy mood," he told her. Lewis reached for his pants again, pulling out a small pack of tissues. "How much you get from that nigger?"

"Just a joint. It's mostly gone."

"Fuck," he said. This just wasn't his day. He used a tissue to wipe his sperm off her belly. "He take all your cash? I really want a high."

"I didn't pay him in cash."

"How'd you pay him then?" he asked. Lewis caught a whiff of his semen from the wet tissue. That was the familiar scent he'd smelled earlier! Missy was smiling as she spread her legs open wide giving him a better view of her in the dim light. Her pussy was splayed open, clit as swollen as he'd ever seen it. Worse, was the steady trickle of white leaking from it to form a pool on his sleeping bag.

Lewis felt sick to his stomach even as he lowered his head back down to her pussy wanting more.

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The two black brother's jaws were open as they watched the sexy blondes kiss. Elin was a little ashamed that she was getting into it so much. Kitty was pretty much a bitch, but her soft body and lips felt really good and she'd enjoyed licking her pussy. Kitty wasn't responding quite as much and she kept glancing over at Samson as if she were only doing it to get him worked up.

They broke the kiss. "You sure you want me to stay away from Coxville?" Elin smiled at her.

"Yes," said Kitty without hesitation. "I don't want to see any of you Tittsville sluts in Coxville sniffing around our men."

"Fine bitch," she sniffed.

"Come on," grunted Herc, grabbing her arm when it looked like the girls might come to blows again. "I'll take you home."

"This is your car?" she asked, crinkling her nose.

Hercules glowered at her. "Just get in." His car was a used rather rundown Dodge. He'd dreamed of having a brand-new Jaguar every year when he was earning big money with the NFL or at least something almost as nice he'd gotten as a signing bonus for some college. Those plans had been ruined when Jenny Summers got him kicked off the football team for bad grades.

"Watchin you and Kitty kiss, got my junk all hard again. You know what to do."

Elin nodded and leaned over undoing his pants. "Just be careful okay?" She looked out the windshield at the fog. It was pretty dense here and the way the moon was lighting it up only made it harder to see. "Go as slow as you need to."

Elin bent down and fished her new favorite thing out of his pants. She was still in awe of black

cock. Nothing in her experience had prepared her for anything like this. She bent over and started sucking the head. She was bobbing over half his shaft when she felt the car jerk and speed up. She pulled off his cock. "Watch it."

"Fog just cleared up. It was only around the lake. I could probably drive with the headlights off the moon's so bright."

"Well don't," she said before going back to sucking his cock. She took her time, showing the big black shaft the respect it deserved. She wanted Hercules to think of her when he got his cock sucked and more importantly, she wanted him coming back for more and maybe even bring his brother again. There was no way Elin Lindquist was going back to white boys when there were cocks like this.

His cock swelled and began pumping seed down her throat. She pulled back, letting him fill her mouth so she could taste him. His cum was so hot and thick and tasted so good. She stroked the shaft, licking the last pearl off the tip before sitting back up. "Hey! We're almost in Tittsville!" she said with surprise. Tittsville was a good hour drive along the Eastern shore of Lake Cox. It would take Hercules another ninety minutes to an hour to get home to Coxville. She'd been blowing him for over a half hour.

"You really gonna stay away from Coxville?"

"I'm not sure I can. You see there's a problem. Turn left up here."

"What's the problem?"

"It's your cock." Elin reached over. She hadn't tucked it back into his pants. It was laying over his thigh, floppy, but still a foot long. "I can't give this up." She stroked and squeezed it. It swelled yet again and soon she was jerking him off. "There's my house. Pull up out front."

Hercules parked his car. "You aint gonna leave me hanging?"

"Never," she replied. Elin slipped out of her clothes and was soon riding his cock yet again. She stared down lovingly into his eyes as she slowly worked her pussy over his shaft. Hercules sucked her nipples while squeezing her ass cheeks, helping to lift up and down his shaft. She was probably the first white woman to ever fuck a black man in Tittsville.

Elin came hard, slowly sinking down his shaft as he pumped yet another load of black seed into her unprotected womb. She sat on his lap, eyes closed, feeling each spurt of his cock. Her vaginal muscles, clenching and milking his cock for every drop like it was the most natural thing in the world to get seeded by such a man. She kissed him hard on his broad brown lips. "Thank you," she whispered in his ear.

"Don't worry," he replied. "I'll come fuck you whenever you want."

Elin felt him go soft, though his immense cock still stuffed her pussy. She slowly climbed off his

lap and fell back on her seat, she was so thoroughly wiped out, she struggled to get her clothes back on. "Well, I'm going to want you to fuck me a lot," she said, pulling her top on.

"Anytime."

"If I can't go to Coxville, I gotta bring Coxville to Tittsville," she stared at him. "My friends need to know about this. About black cock."

"Yeah, they do," he grunted back in total agreement. "I got plenty of homeboys would love some Tittsville pussy. Real men too, not boys like my little brother."

"Give me your phone?" she asked, adding her number into it. "Give me a call and we'll set something up. Oh yeah and send me a picture of that thing."

"Sure babe. Send me some nudes back."

"Okay," she replied. "Goodnight." Elin slid out of the car and closed the door.

Hercules lowered the window, leaning over. "Aren't you forgetting something?" She smiled leaning down for a kiss, but he added, "It's a long drive here and back. What about some gas money?"

"Oh!" she said, surprised. "Sure, let me see what I have." Elin rummaged through her little change purse. She pulled out two bills. "I have a ten or a twenty?" she said.

"That'll do." He grabbed both bills out of her hand. "See you soon."

"Uh bye," she said as he started the car. The old Dodge pulled away from her house in a cloud of exhaust.

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Carol was too frustrated to sleep, and her neighbors were much too noisy. Her half tee shirt and panties were still wet from the dampening mist and from other things. She slipped on David's button-down shirt before crawling outside. The mist had mostly cleared. Only small thin patches clung to the ground in several spots. Wendy was still moaning and gasping. It sounded like she was orgasming constantly, but that couldn't be possible.

The fire had died down and Carol doubted there'd be shadow play on the side of the tent. She ended up sitting in a chair after turning it to face their tent. Her fingers found the buttons on the shirt and slowly worked their way down until the shirt fell open around her body.

"God Dewey, I don't think my pussy can take any more."

"Then it's time I had a go at those big titties," he grunted.

Carol's hands slid down over her breasts, playing with them before one slid further, down her belly and over her pubes. She gasped as her fingers found her wet folds. Carol slowly played with herself listening to the two lovers in the other tent.

"Squeeze them titties together tighter," ordered Dewey. "Alright, here it comes. Open your mouth. AWWW FUUCCKK!"

Carol's orgasm exploded all over her fingers. She pulled her hand back and wiped it off on her thigh, laying back and enjoying the cool evening air as she came down from her orgasm. Somewhere out there had to be a white man with a big cock that could fuck like Dewey. She stretched out, sitting back on the beach chair.

"Uh sorry."

Carol jerked awake from her reverie. Dewey was standing nude at the entrance to the tent. His short size put her eyes level with his crotch. His big black cock was jutting straight out before him. It was at full glory, rising and falling with his pulse and still dripping sperm. Seeing the real thing was so different from seeing the shadow on the tent.

He was staring at her too. He probably couldn't tell that she'd just masturbated, but there was a good chance the moonlight was making her wet pussy glisten. She let him look a moment before pulling David's shirt closed around her tits, but her pussy was still exposed to the black man. "Sorry," he said again. "Had to piss."

Carol nodded as he disappeared into the brush. She watched him come back without hiding the fact that she was staring at his penis. It was still sticking out, but less rampant and bent downwards. He nodded at her and turned after entering the tent. His cock was now dangling between his legs, deflated, but still twice as big as her boyfriend's. "Well goodnight," he said, zipping the tent closed.

"Goodnight," she whispered back. No, there weren't any white men with cocks like that. She waited a few minutes, but the sounds of sex didn't resume. Wendy's soft snores started coming from the tent. Finally, thought Carol with relief. Maybe I can get some sleep.

She returned to her and David's tent and pulled his shirt off. She lifted the sleeping bag up and for a brief second was delighted to see his penis had finally gotten hard again while he slept. She was still horny and... she looked down at it again.

Why bother, thought Carol, closing her eyes, but sleep still wouldn't come.

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"Don't drain your pools yet, the weather will continue being unseasonably warm for at least a couple more weeks. Back to you, Major."

"Thanks Ginny," said the black anchorman.

Norman Campbell turned the television off and set the remote back down. He didn't care about the news but watched WCOX just for Ginny Talia, the weather girl. He stood and stretched. Through the window, he could see his neighbor's bedroom light was on. He gulped knowing what would be going on through the window. Harlan Campbell was away for a few days, leaving his wife Penny alone only she wouldn't be alone.

"Well I'm going to bed," said his wife, Jackie.

"I think I'll go stretch my legs and be right in," he said.

"Another walk? You think you'd have lost some of this." She patted his beer gut, but it was with affection. "Good night."

"Good night." Norm waited until she'd entered the bathroom and was brushing her teeth before he slipped out of the house.

Having Penny living next door had turned him into a voyeur. His wife was more beautiful in many ways, but there was something about Penny. He tits were bigger with dime-sized inch long nipples. Her raven dark hair was kept short above her ears. He didn't like short hair on women, but on Penny it looked adorable. Her ears were cute, eyes deeply penetrating, and a smile that lit up her face.

Penny Campbell sunbathed in bikinis so small they were practically nonexistent. Sneaking peeks through the blinds had turned into spying on her through his binoculars. That led to him jerking off while staring at her. Then her black gardener had ruined the moment walking around the side of the house. Penny didn't try to cover up while talking to the shirtless black man. Sunlight made his sweaty fit chest glisten. She led him inside her house, probably for a glass of water, he assumed. It was more though, a week later, he was watering his yard when Harlan came home early looking for the gardener. That's when Norman noticed Penny in the bedroom window just over Harlan's shoulder. She was getting fucked by her black gardener. He invited his neighbor in for a beer before Harold could catch his wife cheating on him.

Norman walked across his dark yard towards his neighbor's bedroom window. Seeing Penny on all fours while the black man lined his huge cock in her pussy had triggered something inside him. He wanted to see more. Harlan left on a trip two days ago and the gardener's truck pulled up to the curb just as soon as dusk fell. The truck had come back every night since at dusk and it was parked out there now. He'd watched her suck off the huge nigger cock the first night. Last night had been the best, she was riding him reverse cowgirl, facing the window, giving Norm and frontal view of her great body and the foot-long cock she was riding. Even the man's black balls were monsters. She let him fill her pussy which Norm thought odd because he was sure Penny and Harlan were trying to have a baby. Tonight, he hoped to see more.

He got his wish.

He slowly snuck up to the window, hearing the sounds of sex almost as soon as he was

trespassing into her yard. Slowly he raised his head and peeked in the window. Norman's eyes opened wide with shock and delight.

Penny was on all fours on the bed, a beautiful side view shot of her great body with those big dangling tits swinging under her. The gardener was behind her fucking her at a pace that would have had Norm cumming in seconds. The shock was that another black man was kneeling in front of Penny and she was sucking on a nigger cock even bigger then the gardener's.

Norm's dick twitched and turned hard. He was about to fish it out and jerk off when he heard, "This is what you do on your walks?" He jumped at Jackie's voice behind him. "I thought I was going to catch you smoking again, but instead you're spying on Penny." Jackie was starting to cry. "Do you think she's prettier than me?"

"No, honey," he pleaded. Norm was about to make his case when he saw Jackie's eyes go wide as she looked past him. Norm turned around a little worried that the lovers inside had heard his wife's eruption, but they were too busy.

"They're soooo biiig," hissed Jackie in disbelief.

Inside, Penny was standing laughing with the blacks. Her chin was covered with sperm. The man she'd sucked walked to the foot of the bed, sat down, and held his cock up for her. Penny straddled him and slowly sank down on his huge cock. The gardener was stroking his cock hard again. He lined it up with her asshole and began to push...