Junk In The Trunk

JUNK IN THE TRUNK By Stormbringer Mindy Dawber arrived home late from work. A high heeled shoe extended from her car door, followed by a shapely ankle and calf. Her skirt started at the knee. Her entire outfit was a thousand dollar business suit which suited a vice president of marketing at a local firm. Mindy watched her husband bringing items in from his garage sale. She shook her head at her husband's outfit. She'd married him ten years ago when she was twenty and he was thirty. He was a high school art teacher then and she'd fallen for him in her artsy liberal phase. She'd outgrown the phase. He hadn't. The forty year old man looked ridiculous dressed in a tye dyed shirt, socks in birkinstocks, and his graying hair tied back in a pony-tail. "How'd it go today, Robin?" she asked, flipping up her sunglasses. "Not bad, dear. I even sold a painting." They say those that can't, teach. That applied to Robin. He wasn't as good of an artist as he thought he was and got overly excited whenever he sold something. He'd become more successful when he got out of teaching and opened a gallery selling better artists works. She surveyed his paintings displayed around the garage. The ten he'd completed were all there. He averaged one painting a year. "Where's... you didn't." "He gave me two hundred dollars for it. It's the highest priced painting I ever sold." The painting in question was a nude of Mindy. She was lying on a checkered blanket in a field of wild flowers, holding a daffodil. She had been nineteen at the time. Her long brown hair fell to encircle the double D's of her breasts, reaching her stomach. She had a business cut now, still long, but just to her shoulders. The day had also been chilly, and Robin had accurately painted her nipples hard and pointy. Her crotch had been shaved then. Mindy hadn't changed much since then. She was still lithe and fit with oversized breasts. Her ass had been boney, but was fuller now. Her crotch was now covered with curly brown hair. The girl in the picture was tanner from long hours sunning herself in a bikini. Mindy didn't even own a bikini anymore and her skin was milky white. Physically, she hadn't changed much in eleven years, but mentally she had. She'd outgrown the hippy phase and saw herself as a serious professional woman. "The man also bought your mom's old trunk and lamp." Mindy gasped. "You emptied it first right? Robin?" Her husband didn't look at her. My god, her grandfather's pocket watch was in that trunk. As was a Waterford crystal lamp and an old porcelain doll. "Please tell me you just sold the trunk." "Sorry honey, he wanted it as is." "What did you sell it for?" She placed a loud emphasis on the "what". "I told you two hundred for the trunk and painting. He said he'd buy a painting if I threw in the trunk." "Robin, the trunk and it's contents were worth at least ten thousand dollars." Asshole! Her grandmother's diamond ring was in that box. Robin tripped and almost fell. He looked like he was chokinig. "Honey, I'm sorry. I was just so excited about selling a painting." Mindy walked away from her husband. It was that or say something she might regret. Her stupid husband had sold this man a private painting done back when they were courting. Worse, if the man knew what he was doing, he had really been after the trunk. Or maybe he didn't know what he was doing? Mindy turned her bmw onto the Harlem exit. At least Harlem wasn't as scary as it used to be. They even had a Starbucks. She'd never come here at night, but she still had several hours of daylight to find this junk dealer who'd bought the trunk. Her husband had remembered that the junk dealer was an older black man in a run down pick-up trunk. The sign on the truck's door had read, "Foxx and Son." It was easy to find the address in the phone book. The junk yard was easy to find. Unfortunately, the truck wasn't on the junk lot, but the house had lights on. Hopefully someone was home. Mindy parked her car on the lot, got out, and locked the doors. She looked suspiciously around the neighborhood. This part of Harlem hadn't caught up with the economic boom of the rest of Harlem. Mindy rang the doorbell. She peered through the curtain on the door window, but saw nothing. She rang the bell again. A shadowy figure sat up on the couch. The man rubbed his eyes. She knocked this time. "Hold on, hold on. I'm coming, dummy," yelled a gravely voice. The man stood up and waddled over to the door pulling it open. He did a double take and looked Mindy up and down. It wasn't everyday a smartly dressed white woman with the body of a penthouse pet knocked on doors in this neighborhood. "Mr Foxx?" "Yeah, that's me. Call me Fred. Come on in." Mr Foxx was an unattractive old black man. He was shorter then Mindy, heavyset with a large gut. He had large hands which hung down to his sides and he waddled when he walked. He wore a plaid shirt and suspenders held up dirty trousers. He was a scruffy hairy man. He had a curly white beard and hair. Wisps of hair formed sideburns down his cheeks. His skin was light brown. "What can I do you for, Mrs...?" "Dawber. My husband says he sold you a valuable... I mean nostalgic family heirloom trunk of mine at a yard sale today." Fred's eyes grew wide and he ran them up and down her body. "You is the chick on the painting. You got your hair cut. I liked it better long." Mindy sighed, though she was a little flattered he didn't seem to realize that the picture was over ten years old. "Yes, it's me, but I'm really here for the trunk." "You mean that trunk?" The old man pointed at her trunk sitting over beside a staircase leading to the second floor. "Yes, thank god, that trunk. You see my husband was not supposed to sell it. It wasn't even his to sell. I need to get it back." "Sounds like you married a big dummy." "I brought your two hundred dollars back." "Mrs Dawber, my business may be junk, but we both know that trunk ain't junk." Fred pointed towards the coffee table by the couch. An antique price guide was open on it and there was a picture of the antique Waterford lamp that had been in the trunk. Mindy sighed. "How much do you want for it?" "Lets start the negotiating." Fred rubbed his big brown hands together. He even had hairy white knuckles, the man was so hirsute. "Please have a seat." He held his hand out towards the old couch. It was dirty and dusty like the rest of the room. Fred waddled off into the kitchen. He came back with a bottle and two glasses. "Negotiating booze," he declared. Mindy had never heard of the wine before. Ripple must be some cheap brand. Fred sat beside her and filled the glasses full. She took a sip and scrunched up her face. "How much, Mr Foxx?" "Twelve thousand for the trunk and it's contents." Mindy choked and took a sip of ripple. "That's crazy, sir." "I know. I know. I ain't know dummy. We is negotiating. Make me a counter offer." "Five hundred." "Nope. Cheers." Fred clanked his glass against hers and took a big swig. "Drink up," he said, tipping the bottom of the glass so that she drank more then a sip. He refilled both glasses when she sat hers down. "I might let it go for ten thousand." "Seven hundred." "No deal. Cheers." Mindy drank up. Ripple was strong stuff. already she could feel her head getting dizzy. She held her hand over her glass when Mr Foxx tried to refill it. "No more, I have to drive home tonight." Fred moved her hand. "We drink as long as we are negotiating. When we make a deal, we kill the bottle. If you want, we can continue tomorrow. Buts, I already have a potential buyer for the watch and doll." "Damn you, you sly old fox, Foxx." Mindy suppressed a giggle. "Just tell me the lowest you'll go." "Five grand." "I can't afford that. One thousand is the most I can spare." "No deal. Drink up." Fred banged their glasses and watched her as she gulped some down. He poured more ripple into her glass. "That trunk really mean so much to you, Mrs Dawber?" So much, Fred and call me Mindy." "Mindy," he said resting his big palm on her bare knee. "The trunk is very important to me, Fred." Mindy picked his hand off her knee and held it between her hands. "One thousand on one condition." "What's that?" "I want you to pose for me, like in the picture." "You want to paint me?" She released his hand. "No, I want to take your picture with my camera. I never seen a woman as good looking as you." "You mean, nude?" "Yeah, I mean nude. Just likes in the painting. Lie on my couch, smile at me, and lets me take yo picture." Mindy would get back ten thousand dollars worth of antiques for one grand and all she had to do was pose nude for a perverted old black man. "Agreed." "Deal." Fred gleefully picked their glasses up and drank. MIndy drained her glass. She'd need the confidence. When she was empty, she found Fred holding the bottle out to her. They exchanged swigs. "Go ahead and change. I'll be in the kitchen. Call me when you is ready." Fred waddled off. "I can't believe I'm doing this," mumbled Mindy as she unzipped her skirt. "Stupid Robin." She removed the jacket and blouse. Her hands were shaking and she was drunkenly swaying as she unhooked her bra. She sat and slid her panties down. She laid down on the couch. I'm gonna need a bath tonight,' she thought grimacing at the dirty couch touching her nude body. "Ready," she yelled. Mindy gulped. No man, but her husband had seen her nude for eleven years. Fred walked out of the kitchen and around to the couch. Almost immediately he clutched his heart and held his arm out like he was having a heart attack. Mindy was flattered by his overacting. "Just hurry up, so I can get out of here." "Of course, Mindy." Fred held up and old non-digital camera and snapped several pictures. She was lying just like the painting, on her side, with her arm propping her head up. The perverted old man reached down and adjusted himself. She smirked, but her eyes followed the hand down. The thing he adjusted looked enormous. He took her picture as she stared wide-eyed at his bulge. Fred put the camera down. "We done?" she asked. "Nope, no deal." "Don't you back out now,, you old cheat." Mindy sat up, her heavy breasts swaying. "The deal was, I'd take your picture just like the painting. You don't look the same." The only thing different was the hair cut. "I can't grow my hair for you." "No, but you can lose some hair." Fred walked over and reached down running her pubes between his fingers. Mindy pushed his hand away. "You want me to shave?" "Bathroom's under the stairs." "Then we have a deal?" "Yep. There's some disposable razors under the sink." Mindy retrieved her clothes and held them across her torso as she walked over to the bathroom. She easily found the razors and some cream. The bathroom was dirty, filled with a dozen toilet paper roll tubes that hadn't been thrown away. The toilet looked like it hadn't been scrubbed in years. Beside the toilet was a stack of pornography magazines. The magazines Mindy could see covered nearly every vice. There was a girl on girl, anal pleasure, mature mothers, and double E titties among others. Mindy ran warm water in the sink and lathered up her pubic hair. She was quite bushy, She rarely bothered even trimming her pubes since she never wore a swimsuit. Luckily, there had been small scissors beside the sink so she could trim her hair back. She grimaced at thr thought of having her crotch itch as the hair slowly grew back. It might even be better just to keep it shaved. She rinsed herself off and added lather to a few spots she had missed. Mindy looked at herself in the mirror and for a brief moment, she hated herself. Had she really become so shallow as to degrade herself over ten thousand dollars? The answer, she knew, was yes. Mindy came out of the bathroom holding her clothes over her crotch and her arms across her breasts. Fred was sitting back in a recliner and she thought he might have fallen asleep, but one eye popped open. He stood up and grabbed the camera. "Ready to try this again?" "Is this satisfactory, you old lech," said Mindy dropping her clothes. "It sho is." Fred sucked his lower lip inside his mouth as his eyes stared hungrily at her body with her newly shaved crotch. "Can I touch it? Is it as smooth as it looks?" "No, you can't touch it and yes it's smooth." Mindy laid down on the couch again. "Lets just get this overwith." Fred snapped four or five more pictures. "Baby, you is so fine, you is like fine art." "Thank you, Mr Foxx and now we're done." Mindy sat up and pulled her panties on. Her bra followed. Clad in her underwear, she walked over to the trunk, pulled it out from the wall. It was lighter then she remembered. With trepidation, Mindy opened the latch. It was empty! "Where's my stuff, Foxx?" "I pawned the doll already. The rest is here and there." "I thought we had a deal." "We did. You got the trunk and it's contents. It just happened to be empty. Heh heh." "Bastard! Where's my lamp? Where's the watch?" The trunk alone wasn't worth the thousand she had paid, let alone letting Fred take pictures of her. "I might be willing to sell them to you." "I paid you all I could spare." "Then lets start negotiating. I'll get some more ripple." "Wait! I couldn't drink another drop." Mindy still felt dizzy and light headed from the strong booze. "Besides, I have nothing left to negotiate with." "Oh, I wouldn't say that," said Fred reaching up and squeezing her bra covered breasts. "Hands off," growled Mindy, slapping his hands away. "You haven't heard my offer yet." Fred held his big hands up apologetically. "I wants you to gets me off." He patted the obscene bulge under his jeans. "No way am I sucking your dick, old man." "Suck it, give me a hand job, wrap your breasts around it, I don't fucking care, ok. I just wants you to get me off. It's all big and hard watching you prance around here nekkid and in your undies like some cheap whore." "You made me strip!" Mindy was practically foaming at the mouth, she was so indignant. "I can't make you do nuthin you dont wants ta do. Gets me off and the watch is yours." Fred pulled the antique pocket watch out of his pocket and checked the time. "Let me sink my dingdong in that sweet white pussy of yours and you can have the lamp too and I knows it's waterford crystal." Mindy suddenly smirked as a plan came to mind. She'd trick him just like he tricked her with the trunk. "Where's the lamp?" "Right over there on that shelf," said Fred pointing. His hands were shaking with excitement as he thought she was considering letting him fuck her. Mindy nodded and smiled. "Alright deal, but we'll just start with me getting you off, then see where it goes." "Fred, this is yo lucky day." Fred pulled his suspenders over his shoulders. "One thing though, you gots to be nekkid again." He pulled his shirt out of his jeans. "Like this?" Mindy smiled at him as she slid her bra straps down and her big Dcups were freed. She then bent to push her panties down. Fred reached out and cupped her breasts. He swirled her nipples around his fingers. His big hands nearly covered her large breasts. She looked down at the tufts of gray hair growing from his knuckles. Mindy suddenly squeezed her legs together as moisture started to drip down her thighs. Mindy felt a flush of shame as she realized having her breasts played with was starting to turn her on. Her nipples were now completely hard. "Enough!" She pushed his hands away again. "Lets get down to business. Why don't you sit on the couch?" Fred sat and kicked his old brown shoes off. Then he unbuttoned his trousers. "You takes it out and don't be scared." Mindy harumphed and kneeled between Fred's legs. He was opening his shirt which exposed his large beer gut. Whisps of gray hair covered his chest and ran down under his belly button. Mindy hid her disgust and kept smiling as she pulled his pant's flaps open. "Lift up, big boy," she said reaching under his waist. Fred lifted his hips and she yanked his pants down. Mindy was surprised when an erect penis didn't pop out. "What the...?" The gray hair ran down from his belly button and bushed up at his crotch. It even ran up the base of his shaft like little sideburns. The shaft looked as thick as her wrists. "What the...?" She said again. Mindy reached in and grabbed the shaft. His penis was caught in his pants and bent downward. "No way," she said when she saw how far down the bulge extended. She pulled on the shaft while pulling down on his pants with her free hand. His penis smacked her chin and made her teeth grind together. "No way," she whispered as she pulled back away from it. "No fucking way." "My ding dong sho is one ugly piece of black meat, but it is a big monster," said Fred proudly. A monster she was gripping! Mindy quickly released it in fear. Big and ugly didn't do it justice. It's entire length had to be close to thirteen inches long. The hair ran several inches up from the base along the sides just like the old man's sideburns on his face. The brown shaft was crisscrossed by large blue-black veins and covered in little bumps. Ugliest of all, was the tip. He was uncircumsized, at least that was what Mindy assumed having only seen Robin's little circumsized penis. His foreskin was darker and blacker then his skin. It was wrinkly like a prune. His entire penis was very streamlined. It was straight as a missile where as Robin's had a curve to it. The head looked only slightly bigger then the thick shaft. The thickness of his penis was pretty uniform the whole length only bulging out around the ugly black turtle neck. "Go ahead and touch it. "I can tell you aint seen a cock like mine before." Fred chuckled when Mindy shook her head while still staring wide eyed at his penis. "Don't compare to that pony-tailed hippie husband of yours does it?" "No, his is tiny compared to..." Mindy stopped not wanting to talk ill of her husband. Mindy reached back out for the shaft and noticed how big Fred's balls were. There were sized for a thirteen inch penis, each bigger then Robin's entire scrotum, wrinkly like the foreskin and covered in gray hair. "You be careful there missy, black cocks have been known to ruin white women." Fred laughed. Mindy grabbed it and ran her hand up to the foreskin. She pulled it back. His cock may have been ugly, but the head was beautiful. It was swollen and hard, smooth as her newly shaved crotch. It looked like a plum, glistening wetly from copious amounts of fluid flowing from the large slit at the tip. How do I make this thing cum? she asked herself. Do I suck it? Maybe I should take the head in my mouth and jerk the rest of it? Mindy shook her head. What was she thinking? She had no intention of getting him off. She brought her face down to it and felt Fred stiffen up as he anticipated her sucking it. Mindy to a whiff of it and wrinkled her nose. It really did stink of sweat and cum. She leaned forward again and sniffed it. "Phew! This ain't going to work Mr Foxx. You need to go wash up first." "Wash up? I had a bath two days ago." He looked desperate at the thought she wasn't going to play with it. "It's that or you can get your dingdong off yourself." I wonder how much sperm those big testicles must produce, she wondered. "Alright. Alright." Fred got up off the couch, his huge cock brushing Mindy's face and leaving a wet trail across her cheek. He turned and entered the same bathroom she had shaved herself in. "Sucker," she whispered. "Who is the big dummy now?" Mindy gathered up her clothes and held them to her chest as she pulled the pocket watch out of his jeans. She grabbed the crystal lamp and headed for the door. Mindy pulled the door open and froze at the sight of another old black man blocking her exit. "Well well well," said the old black man in a raspy voice. He ran his bulging eyes up and down her body. "Fred was right, you do look like a stripper." "Grady," yelled Fred coming out of the bathroom. "Keep her there while I call the police. She's trying to rob me." "Oh, this lovely lady ain't going nowhere Fred." Grady grinned evilly and tried to ogle Mindy's body, but she was holding her clothes across her torso. "Wait!" Mindy looked over at Fred frantically. "Don't call the police." How the hell did I get in this mess? wondered Mindy. Fred put the phone down. "I won't call the cops. But the deal is changed now. You suck my black dingdong and I won't have you arrested." "You tell her Fred." Grady rubbed his hands together gleefully. "I want to see those white lips of hers swallowing that big black cock of yours." Grady stroked his beard and stared at Fred's penis. It hadn't shrunk in the least. "Thanks for calling me. Did this slut really shave for you?" "Show him," said Fred walking over to and sitting on his couch. Mindy sighed and resigned herself to her fate. She dropped her clothes and placed the antiques on a nearby stand. Grady immediately flung his hand out and rubbed her newly shaved crotch. Mindy stepped back away from the lecherous old man. There was something creepy about him that made Fred seem safe. "Come on, my dingdong's gettin all impatient. It ain't been sucked since my Elizabeth passed away years ago." Fred spread his legs, his straight cock sticking out between them. Mindy sobbed. She turned and kneeled working her way up between the fat black man's legs. The carpet underneath his penis had a wet spot from wear the head was dripping fluid. Once again, she took the monster in her hands and used one to pull the foreskin back. "I can't believe, I'm going to do this," she mumbled while staring at it. "Just give it a little kiss first to say hello." Fred chuckled and reached to the side for his bottle of ripple. He took a swig while waiting for her. "Just a kiss and look up at me while you do it." Mindy leaned down and noticed that it did smell better. At least he had washed it while in the bathroom. Mindy gulped and poised her lips on the head. She puckered them, kissed, and held her lips there while her eyes moved to look up at Fred. "Cheese!" Grady took her picture. He had grabbed Fred's camera and was standing behind the couch leaning over Fred. "What did you do that for?" Mindy was horrified. "Just so you can't accuse me of anything." Fred's meaty black hand came up and rested on Mindy's head, pulling her back to his crotch. "Grady's gonna take some pictures of us. We're the only ones gonna see dem. Don't worry." And it'll give me some leverage, baby. I might have you come back once a week to take care of my dingdong. "Now get to suckin." Mindy poised her lips back on his cock head. This time, she opened them and tried to slip his cock head into her mouth. She felt precum squirt across her tongue. It didn't taste bad. More filled her mouth. The huge shaft sure worked overtime to lubricate itself, but it still wasn't enough. Mindy pulled back and began licking around the head. She heard Fred moan and the shutter of the camera clicked again. Mindy crinkled her nose as she licked down over the stretched foreskin. It still stank a little, but she didn't stop. Her tongue licked further down, running across bumps and veins pulsing with blood. She licked near to the base, but stopped when she tasted the hair growing up the side. She licked back up, slobbering to make it good and wet. As she reached the top, She stretched her jaw wide and swallowed the head. Mindy heard Fred moan again, softer and feminine this time. It wasn't him! The sounds were coming from her throat. "Now you're gettin into it. You're gettin turned on sucking my dingdong." Fuck! He was right! Her nipples were aching, they were stretched so tight. Her clit quivered as a drip ran down it to fall to the carpet. Her senses had never seemed so alive. Mindy bobbed her head, sucking and licking around the tip of his cock. She heard the camera shutter to her right, then behind her, then to her left. She even heard it down under her, like Grady had shoved it under her legs. Mindy was starting to enjoy herself, but she also wanted to get away from these two perverted old black men. She started sucking more rapidly, remembering her younger days when she did this more often. She relaxed her throat and let the thick cockhead glide in and out of it. She still couldn't swallow enough to make this go faster. She stroked the base of his shaft while sucking half his big cock. Her other hand hefted and squeezed the large hairy testicles. Fred reacted by bucking his hips each time she swallowed him. He's got to cum soon, she thought. No man can take this pace and last long. Mindy jumped and almost gagged when she felt a hand on her crotch. She wanted to protest, but Fred gripped the back of her head and moved her up and down his crotch again. Grady was rubbing his hand all over her shaven crotch again. His arm was between her legs, the largest finger reaching up to her bellybutton. The fingers slid down, his hand pressed against her wet slit. The finger slipped to her nub and rubbed her clit. Mindy's body jumped again, but she didn't slow the pace of her bobbing head, even when the finger slipped deep inside her. Mindy pushed against it. A tear ran down her cheek. Oh god, I am a slut, she thought as she actually started humping his finger. His finger became two and she moaned at the increased thickness. Grady's thumb pressed against her anus, pushing it open. Mindy's crotch exploded in orgasm, soaking Grady's hand. She gagged around Fred's cock, trying to cry out in pleasure. Mindy couldn't take it and was forced to quit sucking Fred's cock while the orgasm continued to rack her body. Fred reached down and hefted her breasts. He roughly pulled her forwards by her breasts until his cock was meshed between them. He squeezed her breasts around his cock and bucked his hips. He was teasing her nipples as he fucked her breasts. Mindy kissed and licked his cockhead each time it slid past her mouth. She could actually feel another orgasm growing, but unfortunately Grady must have grown tired of fingering her because he removed is hands. Soon it was replaced by something much thicker. Mindy felt her pussy lips spread open as a very thick cockhead pushed it's way inside. "No! We can't fuck! Oh wow that's big. I mean it. I'm married. So fucking big. Can't fuck your big cock so deep in my pussy it's making me... Cum!" Grady aimed the camera down at her ass and his dark shaft, now glistening with her juices as he slid it deeper and deeper into her pussy. When he was done, he handed the camera over her back to Fred. Grady grabbed her hips and pulled her back into his crotch. This forced Mindy down so that her tits weren't wrapped around Fred's cock anymore, but made it easier for her to suck Fred again. Mindy couldn't tell how big Grady was. He wasn't anywhere near Fred's size, but he was certainly inches longer then her husband and much thicker. The size was a new experience and had quickly triggered her second orgasm. She could even feel Grady's cock pushing her cervix in as he ground his crotch tight against hers. Mindy was so caught up in getting so fully fucked, she failed to noticed Fred's cock had swollen until she choked on it. He was finally getting close. This old man had far outlasted her husband or several of her high school boyfriends. Hot sperm filled her throat, flowing into her belly. She had forgotten how warm it was. She pulled back and looked up. The camera went off in her face as her cheeks bulged out with sperm. She swallowed, surprised that the taste didn't repulse her. It was good actually and she moaned as she swallowed the next load. Grady gave a hard thrust that hit her cervix and forced Fred's cock out of her mouth. Sperm covered her face, dripping down her nose and over her lips. Her tongue ran over her lips lapping it up. "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, this is some good pussy. Fuck yeah." Grady's was rasping as he fucked her. The black man grabbed her hair and pulled back, thrusting Mindy's breasts out. Fred shot his last few wads across her breasts. One nipple disappeared entirely under a milky white glob of sperm. "Tight white pussy milking my black cock." "Grady ah don't oh cum in me. Ah. Not on the ah pill." "Fuck yeah," said Grady again as his hot seed hosed her cervix. Mindy had never felt anything so good and she came for the third time. Her contractions dipped into his still squirting sperm taking his seed deep into her fertile womb. Every blast of Grady's powerful sperm was greedily taken in by her hungry womb. Mindy felt Grady's cock wither and shrink until it plopped out of her pussy. Sperm immediately began leaking out. She placed her palms on Fred's knees and pushed herself to her feet. Mindy's head felt light and she almost fell. "Gotta go get back to my husband," she said, shaking her head to clear it. "Can I have my stuff now?" "No dummy, it's my stuff." Fred stood, his nude body almost touching hers. He reached out and rubbed his sperm into her breast. "Deal was that I wouldn't call the cops if you gave me a blowjob. You still gotta earn the stuff." "Keep it." Mindy shook her head. "I'm too drunk to drive. Can I call my husband to come get me?" "I'll call him. Why don't we go upstairs and rest till he gets here?" Fred took her hand and led her to the stairs. Grady grabbed the camera and followed behind them. He squeezed her ass cheeks to keep her from falling backwards. Fred led Mindy into a bedroom and he turned on the lights. It was as dirty and filled with junk as the rest of the house. A stand beside the bed held a photograph of a younger Fred and a woman that must have been his dead wife. "Oh goody, a bed," mumbled Mindy. "Wake me when my hubby gets here." She closed her eyes and almost fell asleep. She was rolled onto her back and adjusted on the bed. Her legs were pulled apart, then pushed up as someone lifted her under the knees. "Let me sleep," she mumbled. "Ugh," she grunted as something large forced it's way past her already stretched labia. Mindy heard the click of the camera again and opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was herself. Or the picture of herself. The nude painting had been removed from it's frame and nailed to the ceiling above Fred's bed. Mindy looked down her body. Her breasts were hanging over her sides and she could see her belly undulating down towards her crotch. Fred was kneeling between her legs trying to work his monster cock inside her. Worse, her shameless body was raising itself into his thrusts. Her pussy was doing all it could to accommodate Fred's cock. It made squishing noises with each thrust. "How's my dingdong feel in that tight white pussy?" "Full," was all Mindy could think to say. "Can't take much more." Mindy was thankful Grady had stretched her out earlier. "Elizabeth was the only woman I met who could take it all." "Let me have the lamp and I'll take it all." "Ouch! You is a good negotiator. We got a deal. I'm gonna enjoy ruining your hubby's pussy." Fred's cockhead reached her cervix and he pushed. Mindy felt her cervix stretch wide and she almost passed out. She wanted the lamp and she ignored the pain, stretching her legs as wide open as possible. The hairy last few inches of Fred's shaft disappeared in her pussy and their crotches ground together. Mindy could feel every powerful inch of the huge black cock inside her. Her eyes flew open and she stared at Fred. "Oh my god! Fuck me, fuck me now. Fuck me hard." Mindy's pussy exploded in orgasm when Fred slid his cock nearly all the way out. The orgasm expanded as he thrust forward. A big, floppy cock smacked against her nose. Grady kneeled beside her. He hefted his cock and aimed down. "Don't you dare, Grady, you old fool." Grady harumphed at Fred. He pushed his limp cockhead against Mindy's mouth. She swallowed it, working her tongue around it while Fred fucked her. Grady's cockhead swelled, soon hardening. The old man did have a large cock, maybe ten or eleven inches. Mindy licked the underside of Grady's cock for awhile before saying, "Let's roll over. I want to fuck you now." Fred pulled out and the two switched places. Mindy straddled him and lowered herself over the monster cock. "I love your big black cock," she screamed as she took it all. Mindy laid down across Fred's large belly and stuck her tongue down the old man's throat. She only stopped French kissing the old man when she had another orgasm. Mindy arched her back as she cried out in orgasm and found Grady's cock being shoved in her mouth again. She sucked Grady's cock with a mad fervor as she bounced in Fred's lap. Mindy was filled with a strong desire to please these men as best she could to thank them for all the pleasure they'd given her. "POP! What the hell is going on?" Fred took his mouth off Mindy's elongated nipple. "What's it look like I'm doing you big dummy? I'm fucking me some white pussy. Why don't you join us?" "What do I do?" "Demond, you dummy, there's still one hole left." Mindy spit Grady's cock out long enough to look over her shoulder. Demond must be the son of "Foxx and Son" she guessed, though they looked nothing alike. The son was in his thirties and had much darker skin than Fred's. He was also pretty fit and less hairy though he wore a dark black mustache. He was already stripping. Grady guided Mindy's head back to his cock and she took the tip back in her mouth. Mindy gasped when she felt something push against her anus. No one had ever touched her there before until Grady and now Demond. It was apparently a finger. Demond had coated it with some kind of lotion and was coating her anus with it. Mindy was surprised when she had a small orgasm as he pushed his finger inside her. Everything stopped. Fred held her still and Grady pulled his cock out of her mouth, stroking it in front of her face. The finger disappeared from her ass and Mindy felt her ass cheeks being spread apart. A large knob slid up her crack, leaving a wet trail of lotion behind it. The knob came to rest on her little puckered anus. She felt pressure on her ass. Her rosebud stretched, reluctant to open. The pressure grew, forcing her anus to open. Mindy gasped in pain as it felt like her asshole was be ripped open. She sighed as Demond's big cockhead slid into her. Mindy was ready to scream in pain when a big wave of sperm splattered against her face. Grady's cock had exploded. The old man leered at her excitedly as he pushed his cock back in her mouth. She could see drool running into Grady's beard as he pumped more sperm into her mouth. Mindy gulped it greedily. Grady was chuckling as his cock withered in her mouth. He climbed off the bed and retrieved the camera. Mindy moaned as Demond's cock slid deeper. It pushed against Fred's penis, just a thin layer of flesh separating the two massive cocks. Fred couldn't take lying still anymore and started bucking his hips. Demond began fucking her ass. His crotch had never touched her butt cheeks. Thankfully, he hadn't tried to force it all in. Soon the pain faded as her stretched ass grew used to the invader. Mindy suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of fulfillment. She began fucking both cocks back as best she could. "Damn pop, where'd you find this one?" "Regular cock loving slut isn't she?" Fred's face was right in her breasts and he alternated squeezing and sucking on each. "Look up, son." Demond looked up as he ass fucked Mindy. "It's the girl in the picture! It was her loser husband sold us the trunk. Sorry Miss." Mindy laughed. "Don't be. He is a loser. He's never fucked me like this. His prick isn't half as big as either of yours. Your big black cocks fill me so good. I love fucking you. I love having your cock in my ass. Don't ever stop fucking me. "Sorry," groaned Fred. "Gotta stop sometime." Fred shoved his cock deep, plugging her cervix and hosing her womb with millions of fertile sperm. Mindy screamed is pleasure as she had her biggest orgasm of the day. Her contractions squeezed Fred's cock milking it for every drop of his seed. Fred lay still, gasping for breath as Demond began moving his cock again. Mindy laid still too, sprawled across Fred's big hairy belly. She felt her rectum open and close as Demond worked his cock back and forth. She felt Fred's cock shrink in her pussy. It slipped through her cervix, which closed, trapping his semen in her womb. She heard the click of the camera shutter as Grady took close ups of Demond's cock in her ass. She heard Demond groan as he pushed his cock as deep as it would go. Her ass was suddenly flooded with sperm. Demond's cock jerked nearly half a dozen times. Each jerk sent another wad of sperm deep in her bowels. "Off me. I gotta pee," groaned Fred. Demond pulled out and staggered backwards. Fred pushed her off him and waddled over to a nearby bathroom. Grady snuck up to where Mindy laid, gasping for air. He took a close up of her gaping pussy. Grady cackled and grinned at her evily. He took a glance around the room and saw Demond wasn't paying attention. Mindy watched the creepy old man heft his long soft cock. He pointed it at her tits and a stream of urine shot out the end. "Hey!" she cried, as Grady aimed the stream down to her hairless crotch, then up to her face. "Grady, you sicko dummy," cried Fred entering the room. "That's my bed you is peeing on. Get the fuck outa here." Mindy wiped urine off her face with her arm as Fred chased Grady out the door. Fred was shaking his fist at Grady who laughed as he ran down the steps. Demond came over to her and held out his hand. "Sorry, Grady likes to piss on women after fucking them. There's something wrong with his head. Come I'll show you the shower." Mindy climbed in the shower, still woozy from the booze and cumming so much. She let the hot water wash the urine away, then she soaped a cloth and wiped the sperm off her face, nipples, and thighs. The curtain pulled aside and Demond stepped in. "Thought I'd join you." He grabbed the bar of soap and put it in her hand. "Why don't you wash my cock off?" Limp, his cock hung down nine inches. Mindy bent and ran the soap along his shaft. Soon, she was stroking it with just her soapy hands. Demond's cock lengthened and hardened. He clearly took after his father in the size department. She let the shower rinse the soap off as she stared at his hard shaft. "Your cock is beautiful, Demond," she stated in awe. Where his father's cock had been ugly, Demond's was streamlined and perfect. He was circumsized and no hair grew up the shaft. Mindy looked up at him with all seriousness. "I have to suck it," she said. "Be my guest," answered Demond, though Mindy had already started licking the head. Mindy took her time with Demond's cock. She wasn't sucking it in a sexual frenzy, she was worshiping it with her mouth. She squeezed her lips tight as she sucked, teasing the head with her tongue. She barely knew Demond, yet she wanted to give him the best blow job, he'd ever had. He was pleased with her performance too. He was grunting out a "Damn!" or "Fuck, that's good," every minute or so. All to soon, he filled her mouth with his delicious seed. Mindy greedily swallowed every drop of her third taste of a black man's cum. Demond dried her off. He took his time, letting his hands explore her body. When he was done, his cock was sticking straight out again. He led her to his bedroom and the pair fucked all night in many positions. Demond's cock was every bit as good as his father's, but the son didn't have the huge gut Fred had, getting in the way. Three more loads of sperm filled Mindy's womb that night. Mindy's head hurt from the ripple as she stumbled downstairs. Fred was in the kitchen fixing breakfast. "Where's Demond?" he asked, handing her a plate filled with bacon and eggs. "I let him sleep in." Mindy found she was starving and wolfed down the food. "Wore the big dummy out, huh?" he asked. "How about you?" "Actually, aside from a headache, I feel great. Like a new woman. That was the best night of my life. Thank you Mr Foxx." "Don't mention it." "I gotta get going. My husband is probably freaking." Mindy walked over to her trunk and placed the lamp in it. "I'll help ya." Fred grabbed one end of the trunk and carried it out to her bmw. Together they placed it in her car. "Hey Mindy." Mindy looked down as Fred placed something in her hand. She smiled as she saw her grandfather's pocket watch. She looked up at Fred and saw him holding up her grandmother's ring. "Thank you," she said taking it. Mindy kissed Fred on the cheek and was surprised to see the old man actually blush. Fred waddled over to a fold out chair by his door. He picked up a fly swatter and was swatting flys as she drove off. When Mindy got home, she found a note about dinner from her husband. He had assumed she'd gotten home late and left before he got up for school. "Robin, you big dummy," she muttered. She called in sick for work and got some much needed sleep. At dinner that night, Robin picked up a glass of wine. He choked when he tasted it. "Where'd you find this crap?" "It's called ripple." Mindy looked at her husband sitting across the table from her. The fool had no idea there was trouble in paradise. Mindy had needs now, Needs his prick couldn't satisfy anymore. She'd need to find a black cock to take care of her, but she didn't know many blacks. There was Jorge Jefferson who owned the local dry cleaners. A business owner would certainly be moving on up from a junk dealer. Jorge was married though and might not want an affair. "What's on your mind, dear?" asked Robin. Mindy was startled out of her daydreaming. She suddenly had an idea. Robin was showing off a new artist at his gallery. "I was thinking about that new artist you're selling. The one from Harlem. He paints all the slinky black people." "Yes, Jay Jay Walker. He's dynamite right now. We're doing a show with him next week." "I think I'll come to the show. He's very talented. I'd like to meet him." If all went according to plan, Jay Jay would show her lots of good times. The End 6805 1.44/512345