Professor Nook of Coxville County

CHAPTER 1: PROF NOOK MEETS HER DAUGHTER’S NEW BOYFRIEND

“Uuhhnnnn -- fuck me! Fuck my pussy -- aahhiiiiii -- fuck me with your BIG -- BLACK -- COCK!”

Professor Heather Nook stood on the large landing of her house with a basket of clothes for washing, just outside her daughter’s bedroom and stared in shock at the words Molly was shouting from her room. Never in her life had she heard anyone use the language her daughter was currently shouting out -- she herself wouldn’t countenance using such profanity during making love with her husband Nigel.

Worse than Molly’s language was the cause of it -- her new boyfriend, Andre Sauvage. A huge brute of a man, obviously several years older than Molly’s 18, who she had taken up with while Heather was away. Had she tried it when Heather was at home, there was no way she would have allowed the relationship to start, let alone get to the point where the hulking form of Andre Sauvage would be a regular visitor to her daughter’s bedroom.

Heather would have stopped the relationship due to the age difference, the fact that Sauvage was from the Westside of Coxville, had no job and -- though she would never admit it out loud -- because he was black.

Heather and her husband Nigel -- and until recently their daughter Molly -- were typical Coxville residents. She and Nigel were WASPs through and though -- white, middle class, with good jobs and a nice, respectable lifestyle. Nigel owned his own company in Coxburg while Heather was a visiting professor at Coxburg University -- she would lecture there when she wasn’t on a dig somewhere. Molly had received excellent grades at school and had been about to start an internship at her father’s office in Coxburg and was expected to follow him into the business.

The Professor had returned from a three week site examination only the day before and -- to her surprise -- found Molly a changed girl. Not only was she dating the black as night Sauvage but her whole appearance had altered. Gone were the sensible business pants suits that they’d picked out together for her internship, to be replaced by tiny skirts, fishnet stockings, stripper heels and -- worst of all to Heather’s mind -- tube tops and T-shirts that were so tight they accentuated Molly’s classic Coxville bosom.

Heather and Molly were born and bred Coxville women which meant they were blessed with good looks and fantastic figures, particularly when it came to their breasts. Heather’s already impressive bosom had swelled when she became pregnant with Molly but had never reduced, leaving her with a pair of breasts each as big as her head but which barely sagged at all and were still as firm as they had been in her teenage years. Molly clearly followed her mother, her own chest almost matching Heather’s. Nigel often remarked he had married the best looking woman in Coxville and between them had made the best looking daughter, but Heather knew many men in the county said the same of their wives and daughters.

And speaking of Nigel -- Heather had been stunned at his priorities when she’d returned. He’d been full of wonder about the storm two weeks before, the tree being struck by lightning and the mist that had enveloped the town the day after. Heather couldn’t care about some freak weather -- she was more concerned about their daughter and she’d been almost speechless at his reaction when she’d challenged him the night before about Molly’s relationship with Andre Sauvage. She knew that Molly could do no wrong in her father’s eyes, but dating a black man? Nigel had been evasive when she’d confronted him, trying to avoid talking about it before finally admitting -- quietly, in bed, with the lights off -- that Sauvage scared him and he couldn’t find the courage to tell him he wasn’t wanted.

We’ll see about that, was Heather’s last thought before she fell asleep, planning to have a conversation with Molly about her boyfriend the next morning.

Her plans had been waylaid however by Sauvage and Molly not actually leaving her bedroom by the time Nigel had left for work, leaving Heather to wander around the house, catching up on the chores -- like the laundry -- that Molly had let slide while her mother was away. Which was how Heather came to be stood outside Molly’s bedroom door, listening to her getting the fucking of her life.

“Aahhahhhh -- fuck me -- uunnngngg -- so fucking big -- uuuhhhuhh -- love your cock -- big black cock -- aaauuhhnnn -- in my pussy!”

Heather was stunned. She couldn’t believe her 18 year old daughter was so obviously enjoying having sex -- Heather’s own experiences with Nigel were quick, perfunctory and usually over without her ever getting anywhere near as worked up as Molly sounded. For all his faults -- and there were many -- it appeared Andre Sauvage at the very least knew how to please a woman. Heather just wished it wasn’t her daughter.

“Oh fuck -- uuhuhhnnnn -- fucking cumming -- again!” Molly cried before her words turned into a groan of absolute bliss.

Heather stood in wonderment -- Nigel had never made her cum and the only orgasms she’d had were at her own hand, and that was something she seldom did as she couldn’t help feeling guilty for enjoying herself. Yet here was Sauvage, an uneducated, unemployed, unlikeable black from the Westside making Molly cum again!

She’d heard enough -- she had to leave, the last thing she wanted was being caught eavesdropping on her daughter having sex. Gripping the laundry basket tightly, she headed downstairs, ignoring the tingling in her sensitive nipples and the slight moistness of her pussy.

† † † † †

Molly laid naked on her bed, gasping for air as Andre held her ass cheeks and stuffed his huge cock into her pussy over and over again, fucking her with long strokes through her orgasm. She bucked her ass back at him, loving the feel of his thick, hard shaft sliding deep into her cunt with long, hard strokes.

“Uhhggnnn -- gonna nut,” he grunted, speeding up his thrusts.

Molly smiled, long having given up asking him to pull out as he never did except when he wanted to cum over her face or tits. Plus, she loved the feeling of his cock spurting what felt like pints of thick spunk into her very womb. She groaned, another mini-orgasm rippling through her as he pushed as deep as he could go, his prick slipping through her cervix before depositing yet another massive load of jizz into her.

“Ahhhh God -- fuck -- so good,” she murmured, idly wondering for the hundredth time if she was pregnant. He’d pumped so much cum into her pussy over the last week or so that she couldn’t believe she wasn’t by now.

Andre sat back on his legs, his still heavy cock slipping from her pussy, a stream of thick, white jizz spilling from her open twat. He gripped the base of his dick and slapped her ass cheeks with the head, grinning as cum splattered over the taut globes before him.

“Damn, girl,” he said, sliding his cock between her butt cheeks. “You can’t get enough o’this big nigga dick, can ya?”

Molly looked over her shoulder, her blonde hair matted with sweat, her tits squashed against the bed, ballooning out from her sides.

“I love your big black cock,” she said with a smile. She reached behind her and took hold of the big, bulbous head that still leaked jizz on to her fingers. “I love this in my pussy,” she said, bringing her hand to her mouth and licking her fingers clean. “And my mouth,” she said.

“You gonna like it up yo ass, too, girl,” Andre said, pushing his cock head towards her asshole, but Molly moved away, turning on to her side and frowning up at him.

“I told you, Andre, I don’t do that.” She looked down at his huge cock, still half-hard in his hand. “And you’re too big for my butt,” she said. “It’d hurt.”

Andre glared down at her. “Every girl I fucked, I fucked in the ass and every one of ‘em loved it,” he said. “I bin giving you time, but you don’t let me put it up yo ass soon, I’ma find someone who will.” His expression softened a little as he grinned. “Maybe one o’yo friends, huh? Maybe that Abigail or Carly you so pally with? Maybe that red headed bitch, Jenna? Maybe one o’them let me fuck their tight little asses?”

Molly laughed. “None of them would ever go with a black man,” she said.

“Uh-huh,” Andre said. “An I bet they’da said same bout you bout a week ago, huh?” Molly’s laugh died as she realised what he meant. “Yeah, maybe that Jenna’d take to some black dick bout as quick as you did, huh? She got an ass on her just meant for fuckin’.”

“No, don’t, don’t try that,” Molly said. “It’s just -- like I said -- you’re so big and I’ve -- I’ve never done that before.”

Andre smiled, not unkindly. “Well you best think on it quick, girl,” he said. “I ain’t gonna wait much longer.” He climbed off the bed and grabbed his boxer shorts, pulling them on. “I’ma take a piss,” he said, heading for the door.

“Wait, put some clothes on. My mom’s home,” Molly said.

Andre shrugged, his muscular shoulders rising and falling. “Fuck do I care bout dat?” he said and walked out wearing just his tight boxers.

† † † † †

Heather knelt beside the open dish washer, reaching to the back to get a knife that had fallen from its cage and lodged itself at the back. She could oversee archaeological digs that excavated remains hundreds of thousands of years old but she’d be damned if she could get that knife.

“Gosh darn it,” she whispered, her finger tips grazing the handle of the thing but slipping off before she could get a good grip. “Come here -- you -- little -- blasted -- thing!” She yelled as she over balanced, her knees slipping, sending her sprawling to the floor, her huge tits squashing beneath her, her blouse struggling to maintain them. “Damn it!” she said, using the strongest curse word she allowed herself to use.

“Need a hand there, Prof?” came a deep voice from the door.

Heather looked up at the giant, muscular frame of Andre Sauvage as he stood in the doorway, looking even taller than he was due to her prone position. She couldn’t hold back a gasp of surprise as she saw his black as coal body was naked except for a pair of boxer shorts. Her eyes widened as she saw the enormous bulge in the front of them -- and she felt herself blushed when she looked up at him and he smiled knowingly.

“No, no, I’m fine,” Heather said, scrambling backwards and standing up, smoothing her blouse down, inadvertently accentuating her breasts, before brushing imaginary dirt from the front of her tight jeans.

“Sho don’ sound fine,” Andre said, stepping in and walking over to the dish washer. He leaned over and looked inside. “Summat stuck back there?” he asked.

“A -- a knife,” Heather said after a moment’s hesitation.

Andre squatted down on the balls of his feet, his thighs spreading, his boxers stretched tight over his crotch.

“Come down here, show me where it is,” he said, still looking into the machine.

A “please” would be nice, Heather thought as she recovered from the surprise he’d given her. Still, she hunkered down opposite him and reached in, pointing out where the tricky knife was stuck. He reached in beside her, their fingers touching for a second before she pulled hers back, leaving him scrabbling for the metal handle.

“Yeah, I nearly got it,” he said, leaning further in, dropping his shoulder, most of his head dipping into the washer so he could get closer. The move meant he pivoted on his feet, his thighs widening.

Before she knew what she was doing, Heather found herself staring at the massive lump in the front of his boxers and couldn’t help but think back to her daughter praising Sauvage’s “big black cock.” From what she could see, he certainly was big -- much, much, much bigger than Nigel’s own four inches which, until this very instant, was the only penis she had ever encountered. She could make out the ridges that covered his length that was doubled up in order to fit inside his shorts along with the clearly defined bulbous glans at the head which, even soft, looked to be the size of a small apple. How her daughter managed to take such a thing inside her, Heather couldn’t work out -- her husband felt snug inside her whereas the monster between Andre’s legs would near split her in two.

“You want it, Prof?” Andre said to her.

“What? God, no!” she said reflexively before noticing the knife he was holding out to her. “I -- I mean -- there’s -- ummm -- no need -- just put it -- put it back in the cutlery cage.” Savage stared at her. “Please -- I mean,” she said.

“Yeah -- I’ll put it in here,” he said, slowly lowering the blade into the plastic holder, twisting it around to try and get it in one of the slots. “Might be too big, Prof,” he said, “but I can make it fit.” With a slight twist of his wrist that flexed the muscles in his forearm, the knife slid easily into the hole. “Told you I could get it in dere,” he said, smiling softly at her.

“Th -- thank you,” Heather said, the pair of them still squatting either side of the open dish washer, staring at each other.

“We ain’t bin introduced,” Sauvage said, holding his hand out. “I’m Andre,” he said.

Heather paused for long enough to make him think she wasn’t going to take his hand before she did so, her tiny white fingers enveloped in his big paw.

“Professor Nook,” Heather said, her eyes widening as he gently squeezed her hand, the first black man to ever touch her, the contact sending a shiver down her spine. She stifled a small gasp as that shiver coursed through her body and -- incredibly -- made her pussy moisten, her nipples stiffen a little. Heather quickly drew her hand back and stood up, Sauvage standing slowly, his massive frame dwarfing hers. “So you’re -- you’re dating my daughter?”

“Dating her?” Sauvage said with a smug grin. “Yeah, s’pose so. I dated the hell outta her all night, an’ just now, too.” He put his hands on his hips and glanced down at his crotch, grinning as the Professor did the same before darting her eyes back up to his. “Dat girl’s just fascinated by what I got,” he said. “An’ it looks like you are, too, Prof,” he said.

“Wha -- what?!” Heather said.

“You wanna take a look?” he asked, taking hold of the waistband of his boxers.

“What? Jesus, no! How dare you?” Heather said, her eyes watching his hands as he ignored her and pushed his boxers down, pulling out the massive, black length of his cock, the thick shaft hanging down his thigh. “My God -- “ she gasped, thinking It’s huge! And it’s not even hard! “How -- how dare you expose yourself to me!” she cried, still staring at his prick. “I’m the mother of the girl you’re dating -- how -- how dare you?”

Sauvage shrugged and put his cock away casually, stuffing it back into his shorts.

“Jus’ wanted to let you know what yo daughter’s getting, Prof,” he said. “I got plenty to go round, an’ I like sharin’. Any time you wan’ some, all yo gots to do is say.” He winked at her, turned and headed back up the stairs.

“That -- that arrogant -- damned -- man!” Heather said, shaking gently in her fury. “How dare he do that? How dare he show me that -- that -- “ huge, black cock, she thought. That huge -- thick -- long -- heavy -- black cock.

Heather reached out and held on to the work surface, still shaking but this time -- she was scared to realise -- it wasn’t with anger. Her pussy throbbed and her nipples ached as she pictured the enormous member her daughter’s boyfriend had shown her.

Oh God -- what’s wrong with me? she wondered.

† † † † †

“Where have you been, Andre?” Molly whined when he walked back into the room.

“Just bin meeting yo momma,” he said. He looked her up and down -- she’d pulled on a pair of black stockings, a tiny skirt that barely met the tops of them, and a cropped T-shirt that hugged her big tits and left her trim belly bare. “I can see where you get yo big ass titties an’ dat bubble butt o’yours from.”

“God, have you been checking my mom out?” Molly cried. “She’d shit if she knew.”

“Oh she knows, alright,” Andre said. “She nearly shit when I showed her my cock, tho’.”

Molly gasped. “You what? You’re kidding?”

Andre stepped over and took hold of the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it up, making her hold her arms up as he peeled it off, revealing her huge, pale tits.

“I ain’ lying,” he said, filling his hands with her big jugs, tweaking her nipples. “She kept looking at the front o’my shorts, so I whipped it out, let her see what her daughter’s been gettin’ this last week.” Molly groaned in pleasure as his hands groped and squeezed her enormous breasts. “She seemed shocked, but I think she liked it,” Andre continued. “Who knows -- might end up fucking her.”

“No, don’t -- you can’t -- she’s my mom,” Molly whined, all the while pushing her tits into his hands.

“Don’ tell me who I can fuck or not,” Andre said. “Maybe I’ll fuck ‘er right alongside you? Maybe I’ll fuck her up the ass cos yo so prissy about dat.”

“Please, no,” Molly pleaded. “Every boyfriend I’ve had has always gone on about how gorgeous my mom is. Please, I can’t lose you to her.”

“Oh, I’ma keep fucking you, don’ you worry bout dat,” Andre said, letting go of her tits and placing his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her down to her knees. “Jus’ I ain’t never had a momma an’ daughter together,” he said, grinning as Molly pulled his boxers down, freeing his huge, hardening cock. “Let alone a white momma an’ daughter. An’ the more I think about it, the more I like it.”

“Aren’t I enough for you, baby?” Molly said, licking at the big, purple head of his prick, holding the thickening shaft in her hand, her fingers not meeting around its girth. She opened her mouth wide and sucked in the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around it, tasting the first dribble of his pre-cum. “You don’t need my mom,” she said, taking it out and licking up and down the rapidly hardening shaft. “You don’t need any -- mmmmm -- any other girl,” she said, sucking on his cock head again.

“I’ma need a girl who takes it up the ass,” Andre said, watching her as she sucked on his dick.

Molly pulled his cock free and stared up at him. “If I -- if I let you do me in -- in the ass, will you promise not to try and fuck my mom?”

“Hell no,” Andre laughed. “I’ma fuck yo hot ass MILF of a momma if I can, whether you give up yo ass or not. Only deal here is you wanna keep getting my cock, you take it up the ass.” He reached down and pulled her head back towards his prick, watching her eagerly slurp in inch after inch of his cock. “An’ soon, too.”

Molly bobbed her head back and fore, coughing and gagging as his thick cock slid in and out of her throat, spit running down her chin to fall on to her huge tits, the white slopes and pick nipples quickly covered in the thick, clear liquid. She knew he liked it messy and noisy, deliberately making herself gag and cough up the viscous slime. When she pulled back, his cock sprang up before she wrapped it between her now slippery tits, her massive globes squeezing around his shaft as she pushed them up and down his cock.

“Yeah, dat’s it,” he groaned, watching her huge tits swallow his cock, the head of his knob poking out of her deep cleavage, letting her lick it as he tit fucked her. “Take that big nigga cock in yo titties. You like that?”

† † † † †

Heather stood outside her daughter’s bedroom door again but this time, she had pressed her ear against the wood, deliberately listening to the sounds of Molly and Sauvage. She blushed at the coarse language the big black man used but at the same time wished she could see what was going on in there.

“I love you fucking my tits,” Molly said from within, bringing an image to Heather’s mind of Sauvage’s huge member sliding between her daughter’s large breasts. The thought made her pussy throb, moistening in her panties, and she couldn’t stop herself sliding a hand between her legs and pressing against the hot flesh beneath her jeans.

“Yeah, you got some big ole titties,” Sauvage said, “jus like yo momma.” Heather’s eyes widened in surprise at his words and she pressed her ear harder against the door. “Think she’d like my big dick between hers?”

“No, don’t say that,” Molly said. “She’s too old for you -- stick with my big tits, baby.”

Too old? Heather thought. I could show her a thing or two! She suddenly pictured herself kneeling before Sauvage, his huge cock sliding between her tits, an image that would never have occurred to her even an hour before but one which now -- inexplicably -- she found herself getting excited by.

“She ain’ old,” Sauvage said, which made Heather smile despite herself. “Sides, maybe I’d fuck both your titties, huh? Fuck all four o’your jugs while you made out wid each other roun’ my cock. Sound good, baby?”

“Ewwwww, I’m not making out with my mom,” Molly said as Heather thought much the same about her.

“We see ‘bout dat,” Sauvage said. “Now get ready, I’m gonna cum in yo face.”

“Yeah, do it -- cum all over me -- give me that thick nigga cum!” Molly cried.

Heather listened as Sauvage groaned and then grunted -- the same sound Nigel made (if a lot louder) when he deposited his single teaspoon’s worth of cum inside her. But then Sauvage grunted again -- and again -- and again!

“Yeah, fucking cover me -- mmmmmwaaahhh -- ummmllllpppp -- so fucking much -- ummm nuummmm!” Molly groaned, sucked and slurped behind her door.

Heather wondered what her daughter looked like now -- Sauvage kept grunting, long, drawn out guttural moans which seemed to imply he was producing a huge amount of semen.

“Aaahhhh -- mmmmm -- shhhllllpppp -- fucking -- love your cum,” Molly gasped and slurped. “God -- can barely see!” she laughed. “Cum on my tits, too!”

Sauvage grunted again and again, leaving Heather amazed at his apparent outpouring -- and this less than an hour after he’d already made love to her daughter. No, she thought, this wasn’t love making -- this was -- was -- was fucking! She blushed as she thought a word she’d never once said out loud, even as she pictured her daughter being covered in her black lover’s seed.

“Jesus, Andre,” Molly said. “I can’t believe how much you can cum.”

“Still? After the amount I shot in yo pussy and over yo face an’ tits this past week?” Sauvage laughed. “Git cleaned up -- I wanna head out soon.”

“Okay,” Molly said, noisily slurping up his cum. “God, it tastes so good,” she said.

“Tha’s right,” Andre said. “Lick them titties clean. Maybe soon yo be licking my cum offa yo momma’s titties, huh?” he laughed.

Heather jumped back from the door, shocked at his words, shocked at the image it produced in her head. She hurried across to her own, locking the door behind her, and fell to the bed. Her pussy was hot and moist, her nipples stiff and sensitive -- she had to face the fact that listening to her daughter having sex -- no, getting fucked! -- had turned her on more than Nigel had managed to do for years, perhaps ever.

And all she could think about as she fought the urge to shove her hands down her jeans, was Andre Sauvage’s big, black cock.

CHAPTER 2: PROFESSOR NOOK LEARNS ABOUT THE COXVILLE CURSE

Professor Heather Nook felt like a fraud as she sat on the hard wooden pew of Coxville’s church, half listening to the sermon being delivered by the pastor in his usual slow, monotone drone. Even on the best of Sundays it was hard for her to concentrate on his words thanks to his dreadful delivery, but today was even tougher than normal. Today, she was having trouble getting something off her mind, something that she knew would shock the pastor and the rest of the congregation if they had any idea about it.

Yesterday, she had met her daughter’s boyfriend Andre for the first time. Andre -- the hulking, muscular man her daughter Molly had taken up with while Heather had been away. Andre -- the man who had to be a good ten years older than the eighteen year old Molly. Andre -- the out of work, poorly educated and ill spoken brute who was so different from Molly’s previous boyfriends.

Andre -- the black as night man who had stood in front of Heather and, as calmly as you please, pulled out his penis and showed it to her.

No, she found herself thinking. It wasn’t a penis -- it was a cock. A big, black cock. she thought, and it was this that she couldn’t get out of her mind.

She’d ended up listening outside Molly’s door as she and Andre had sex, Molly far more vocal than Heather ever had been when having sex with her husband, Nigel. Molly had loudly praised Andre’s cock as he’d slid it between her large breasts until he’d delivered what Heather could only guess was a huge amount of semen over Molly’s face and chest. And all the while, Andre had talked about how he wanted to do the same -- to make love -- no, to fuck -- Heather as well as Molly, preferably at the same time!

Heather had locked herself in her bedroom and resisted the urge to masturbate, something she did only infrequently, knowing that she would be thinking of Andre’s huge member, unable to admit to herself how turned on she had become. Eventually, Molly and Andre had left the house, leaving her to while away the afternoon until her husband returned from work.

That night, Nigel had been surprised when Heather had initiated sex -- something that rarely happened. He had taken up the offer though, and had been even more surprised when she had pushed him on to his back -- which she had never done before -- and ridden his four inch long penis. But, as usual, no sooner was Heather getting into things, did Nigel grunt and spurt a teaspoonful of his semen into her needful pussy and lay back, satisfied, leaving Heather hot, horny, angry and unfulfilled. As Nigel had quickly fallen asleep and lay snoring beside her, Heather had brazenly kicked off the sheets and fingered her pussy with two fingers for half an hour, trying desperately to get some enjoyment out of the night.

And all she could think about as she did it, was Andre’s big, black cock.

What is wrong with me? she thought, glancing over at Nigel as he sat next to her. He’s my husband -- Molly’s father -- I love him, Her thoughts trailed off as she remembered Andre Sauvage standing in her kitchen, naked except for a pair of boxer shorts, boldly pulling his cock out in front of her

“Jus’ wanted to let you know what yo daughter’s getting, Prof. I got plenty to go round, an’ I like sharin’. Any time you wan’ some, all yo gots to do is say,” he’d said to her before winking at her and then heading back up the stairs.

Heather had followed him quickly, unable to stop herself, standing outside her daughter’s bedroom, listening to them fuck -- listening to Andre say he wanted to fuck Heather -- listening to Andre say he wanted to fuck Molly’s ass -- listening to Andre say he wanted to fuck them together.

Oh God, give me strength, Heather prayed as the image of her and Molly both being fucked by Andre’s big cock entered her mind. If only I could talk to someone.

“...and finally, a few notices,” the pastor droned on. “It’s Columbus Day tomorrow so there will be no school. Likewise, the library will also be closed. Thank you all for attending...”

The Library, Heather thought as an idea struck her mind. She had her share of friends but none she would confess her current thoughts to. Her cousin, Bobbie Sue Kindle, was another matter. She was the English teacher at Coxville High but she also volunteered at the Library. She was the closest thing Heather had to a sister and while they hadn’t seen each other for a couple of months, Heather could think of no-one else she’d trust with the sort of thoughts she was having.

† † † † †

“...and so the excavation’s going to take place in a few months,” Heather said to Bobbie Sue later that afternoon as they sat together in the coffee shop in the town center.

“That’s wonderful, I’m sure you’ll have a lovely time,” Bobbie Sue said, pushing a loose strand of her blonde hair out of her face. Like Heather and Molly, Bobbie Sue was a Coxville girl born and bred and had the same hourglass figure, her huge breasts easily as big as Heather’s. “How will Nigel take to you being away for so long?”

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll manage after all these years,” Heather said with a wave of her hand. “It’s Molly I’m concerned about.”

“Really?” Bobbie Sue asked. “Whatever for?”

“It’s this new boyfriend of hers,” Heather said. “He’s much older than her, he’s not very smart, doesn’t have a job and -- “ she lowered her voice as she leaned in over the table. “ -- and he’s black, too,” she finished.

Bobbie Sue smiled slightly, reached across the table and lightly held her hand. “Oh Heather, is that really such a bad thing?”

“What?” Heather gasped in surprise.

“Well,” Bobbie Sue said, “Molly’s not the first to -- how shall I put it? -- take a walk on the Westside,” she said, referring to the area of Coxville which was exclusively populated by African Americans.

“What?” Heather asked again.

Bobbie Sue nodded. “Since the storm and the fog a couple of weeks ago, I’ve been hearing rumours of several young women -- not to mention some of the more respectable, married women -- of the town taking that same walk.”

“I don’t believe you,” Heather whispered.

“You remember Susanna Clark from high school? Word is she’s been tipping the garbage man with a little something other than money. And Georgina Flynn? She’s been getting her meter read every day if you get my drift.” She leaned in closer, her big breasts resting on the table top, dropping her voice to a whisper. “There’s even rumours about Jenny Summers -- the girls’ coach at the school? -- supposedly fooling around with someone, possibly Coach Black although I don’t know for sure.”

“Good Lord,” Heather said. “Really? But -- why? Molly’s had a couple of boyfriends in the past but they’ve always been good boys. Why would she or any of the others -- you know -- ?”

“Go black?” Bobbie Sue whispered. Heather nodded. “Well, I know it sounds crazy, but I’ve been looking into this and doing some -- research -- of my own. A hundred and fifty years ago, an escaped slave cursed the town as he was hanged, damning the women to become buxom and blessing his fellow negroes to become well endowed. The day he was hanged, lightning struck the tree they’d used to lynch him, and a thick fog covered the town. Just a couple of weeks ago, a hundred and fifty years to the day, the same tree -- the one outside the town hall -- was struck again and the whole county seemed to be covered in fog. It was after that night that -- well, that the good and respectable women of Coxville started becoming a lot more interested in black men.”

Heather stared at her, waiting for her cousin to laugh and say “Fooled you!” but it never came.

“You’re serious?” she asked after a moment.

Bobbie Sue shrugged. “It’s one possibility, that’s all I’m saying.”

Heather thought back to what she’d said. “And this -- research -- you’ve been conducting -- ?” she asked, leaving the question hanging. Bobbie Sue tried hard not to smile but couldn’t help it, her bright green eyes sparkling. Heather gasped again, holding her hand up to her mouth, her eyes wide. “You?” she whispered. “And -- and a black man?”

“I can’t help myself,” Bobbie Sue admitted quietly but with pride in her voice. “I’ve let Melvin do things with me I’d never even countenanced with my husband.”

“Oh my God,” Heather said, staring at her. “And you think a hundred and fifty year old curse makes you cheat on your husband? Makes other women do the same? Then why hasn’t it affected me?” she demanded, her cheeks flushing as she thought about why she had called her cousin in the first place -- to admit to the thoughts she’d been having about Andre. Was the curse real? Had it affected her?

“You were away when the tree was struck,” Bobbie Sue answered after a moment’s thought. “That must be it -- you were on your excavation trip so you missed the tree, the storm, the fog!” She looked at Heather, the researcher in her taking over. “Have you had any thoughts? Any desires about black men? Any dreams or something like that?”

“No, no,” Heather said too quickly.

“You have, haven’t you?” Bobbie Sue said. “Molly’s boyfriend, isn’t it? Isn’t it?” Heather sat quietly for a moment before nodding. “I knew it!” Bobbie Sue said. “Do you want to fuck him?” she whispered, making Heather gasp in shock at the profanity.

“No,” Heather said, really not too sure if she was lying or not. “No, I can’t. I have to think of Nigel -- and Molly.” She looked at her cousin. “But all I can think about is Andre’s -- “

“Andre’s what?” Bobbie Sue asked her, grinning.

“His -- his penis,” she whispered.

Bobbie Sue laughed. “Oh Heather, honey. In my experience, black men don’t have penises. They have big -- huge -- hard -- cocks.”

“Oh God,” Heather sighed. “It’s so big.”

“You’ve seen it?”

Heather nodded. “We were talking and he -- he just pulled it out in front of me. Said he wanted me to see what Molly had been getting and -- “

“And what?” Bobbie Sue asked.

“And he didn’t mind sharing,” Heather said, blushing as she felt her nipples harden and pussy moisten as she remembered Andre’s huge cock. “Then he went back upstairs -- to Molly’s room -- and I -- I followed and stood outside, listening to them.” She looked at her cousin, half terrified, half aroused. “Bobbie Sue -- I heard him say he wanted to -- to have me and Molly together -- to have us -- do things together.”

“God that sounds hot,” Bobbie Sue sighed. “I know she’s your daughter and all but even so.”

Heather shook herself, sitting up straight. “No, it’s wrong, this whole thing is wrong,” she said, standing up. “I’m sorry, Bobbie, but I just can’t deal with this sort of -- this line of talk right now.”

“Wait, Heather,” Bobbie Sue said, reaching out and taking her hand. She smiled as Heather stared at her. “Just try it,” she said looking into her eyes. “You never know -- you might like it as much as I do.”

The two women looked at each other for a moment before Heather turned and left the coffee shop.

† † † † †

As Heather walked through her front door and into her house, her mind was in a whirl with thoughts about what Bobbie Sue had said. Could there really be a curse on the town that was affecting the women, making them desire men that previously they never would have considered sexually? Surely the notion of a curse was simply ridiculous -- this was the twenty first century after all. That sort of thing belonged to trashy novels and movies.

But how else to explain Molly taking up with Andre? Or Bobbie Sue' own dalliances with a black man? Or the other women she mentioned? Things had definitely changed in Coxville since the storm and fog, she had to admit that -- but was it really because of a curse from a century and a half ago?

"Dat's it -- suck dat nigga dick."

Heather's eyes widened as she heard Andre's deep voice coming not from upstairs, but from the lounge. She stepped forward as quietly as she could to the wide open door and looked inside.

Andre sat in Nigel's chair, legs spread, beer in one hand, completely naked. His massive chest and arms seemed too big for the chair to contain and his bald head couldn't rest on the back of it as he was too tall. By comparison, Nigel loved that chair because it almost enveloped him --  his feet didn't even touch the floor when he sat in it.

Andre's feet were planted on the floor, his knees spread as wide as the arms of the chair would allow, and between them, as naked as the day she was born, was Heather's daughter, Molly. Her huge breasts, only a little smaller than her mother's, swayed slightly as she bobbed her head up and down, doing exactly what Andre told her to do. Heather watched her daughter use both hands to hold Andre's thick, hard cock upright so that she could kiss and lick at the bulbous purple knob head, lapping up the almost constant stream of pre-cum or using it as lube for her two handed jerking of his prick. She opened her mouth wide and sucked in the head followed by as much of the thick shaft as she could manage, forcing herself down before rearing up and spitting on it, smearing her saliva over it then going back down again.

"Yeah, dat's it," Andre said. "You love that cock, doncha?"

"Mm-hmmm," was all Molly could manage with the thick length stuffed into her mouth as her hands ran up and down the slippery shaft.

"Wrap dem titties round it -- wanna fuck dem big white titties o'yours."

Heather watched aghast as Molly cupped her big breasts and did as he said, sandwiching his ebony shaft between her globes. Even with her breasts there was still more than a few inches of Andre's cock sticking clear, allowing Molly to lick and suck at the head as she moved her impressive bosom up and down his dick.

Heather couldn't believe her daughter was doing this -- this was the sort of thing cheap whores did. Nigel had asked her to suck his dick -- he'd actually asked if she would "take little Nigel in her mouth" -- when they'd started dating but she had made it clear that was not something she was ever going to do. His penis -- "little Nigel" -- was meant to enter her vagina, she'd told him, and that was only going to happen once they were married. Naively perhaps, she'd assumed Molly would be the same, and would wait until she was married, but the last couple of days had put paid to that idea.

"God, I fucking love your cock," Molly groaned as she continued moving her large breasts up and down it.

"I know, girl," he said, taking a pull on his beer. "You taken to black dick like a nat'ral. But I ain't fucked an asshole for over a week cos I bin waitin' on you."

"Baby I told you, you're too big," Molly said, still kissing the head of his cock. "This monster barely fits in my pussy -- it'd never fit in my butt."

"Then make the most’a my cock, girl, cos as of tomorrow I aim to find a girl I can butt fuck as much as I like."

"Nooooooo, don't," Molly whined, wrapping her breasts even tighter around his prick as if to prevent him leaving.

"Maybe that Jenna friend o'yours? She got one fine ass." Andre laughed. "Maybe yo momma, huh? You think yo momma'd take it up the ass?"

Heather gasped at his words making both of them turn and look at her, Molly sitting back and trying to cover her huge breasts with her arms. Andre sat there, his cock upright, and smiled at her.

"Mom! What the hell? Were you watching us?" Molly cried.

"What? No, I -- what do you think you're doing, young lady? Having sex in the living room?" Heather said, trying not to look at Andre's huge shaft that still glistened with her daughter's saliva. “And in your father’s favourite chair? Get dressed, the pair of you!”

“I don’ think so, Prof,” Andre said. He looked at Molly. “I ain’ cum yet, girl,” he said, holding his cock upright. “Get up here an’ slide that tight pussy o’yours down my cock.”

Molly looked from her mother, to Andre’s cock, to her mother and back again.

“What -- what about my mom?” she asked.

“She can carry on watching if she likes,” Andre said. He turned to look at Heather. “Hell, the Prof can come over here an’ take a turn on it, like I know she really wants to do.”

“How dare you?” Heather said quietly. “Molly -- go to your room and get dressed. Now.”

Molly stood slowly before smiling over at her mother. “But Andre needs me, mom,” she said.

Heather watched in shock as her daughter climbed up into the lap of the huge black man, reaching down for his hard shaft and positioning it at the entrance to her tight, wet pussy. It took a little work but the head slipped in, followed by the first few inches.

“Ooohhhhhh God -- fuck that’s big,” Molly said, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. Andre reached up and took hold of her big breasts, sucking at her nipples, all the while, looking askance at her mother. “So fucking big,” Molly gasped, pushing herself down, her pussy relaxing, quickly getting used to the huge cock that had been regularly fucking her for days now.

“Yeah, you love that nigga cock inside you,” Andre said. “Come over here, Prof,” he said. “Come get a better look at what yo girl’s gettin’.”

Heather shook her head and remained where she was -- but couldn’t stop watching.

Molly started sliding her pussy up and down Andre’s cock faster, her shaved pussy lips spread wide by its dark girth, her pussy juices making it glisten. He reached around her, running his fingers along the base of his cock, covering them in her fuck oils before moving them up, between the cheeks of her ass.

“Fuck -- aaahhnnnnn -- so fucking big,” Molly groaned before jumping in shock as she felt his thick fingers rub gently at her asshole. “Awwwwwww, don’t, baby,” she moaned, but kept sliding her pussy along his cock. “I’m not into that.”

“How’d you know if you ain’ tried it?” Andre said, gently pushing his slickened finger against the crinkled ring of her asshole until it popped inside.

“Haahhhhh -- oh God!” Molly cried as she felt him push his finger a little deeper into her ass before sliding it out and back in. “Uuhhh -- uhhhh -- fuck,” she moaned in surprise as she realised it felt good. Maybe it was the act itself, maybe it was because they were fucking where they shouldn’t be, maybe it was because her mom was watching -- whatever it was, Molly realised she liked having Andre’s finger in her butt.

“Yeahhhh, there it goes,” Andre said with a smug grin on his face. “You like that now, don’t you?” he asked, cramming his cock into her twat as he pushed his finger up her ass.

“Uh-huh,” Molly gasped. “Feels weird -- but good,”

“What does? Tell yo momma what feels good.”

“Your finger -- “ she began but stopped as Andre reached up and gently turned her head to face Heather.

“Don’t tell me -- tell yo momma,” he said.

Molly smiled as she took in Heather’s shocked expression. “He’s -- aaahhhh -- he’s got his finger -- mmmmm -- in my ass, mom,” she said, grunting as Andre pushed his finger deep into her butt as he shoved his thick cock into her pussy, sliding them in and out, over and over as she talked to her mother. “Fuck -- feels good -- uuhnnnn -- better -- ahhhhh -- better than I thought it would.”

“Told you, girl,” Andre said. “Ma finger feel this good, think what my cock’d feel like up yo ass,” he said to Molly before turning his head to face Heather. “You think about that -- think how ma cock’d feel up yo ass,” he said to her.

Heather almost fainted at his words. Leave! she screamed to herself in her mind. Run! Why are you watching this? she thought. As appalled as she was at Molly’s behaviour, as much as she knew she should have left at the very least and thrown them both out at most, she couldn’t stop watching Molly bounce up and down on the big black man’s cock, her round butt jiggling, her big tits bouncing. She was watching her daughter having sex -- no, getting fucked! -- by the biggest cock she had ever seen and despite her shock, her horror -- she couldn’t help picture herself in her daughter’s place.

Like other Coxville born and bred mothers and daughters, the pair of them looked more like sisters than mother and daughter so it was easy for Heather to think of herself in Molly’s position, to think of her tits being sucked on, her pussy being spread wide, her ass being invaded for the first time. Heather clamped her thighs tight together and reached out to the doorframe to support herself as she felt -- to her surprise -- her pussy clench and pulse, a small orgasm rippling through her.

“Fuck -- fucking -- ahhhhhhh -- cumming!” Molly cried, slamming her pussy down to the root of Andre’s cock, his finger still jammed up her butt. She shuddered on top of him, her orgasm rampaging through her body, her twat clamping down on his prick as she felt the head nudge past her cervix. “Uuhggnnnnnn -- fucking hell,” she sighed, plastering the top of his head with kisses.

“You gonna take it up the butt now?” Andre asked her as she calmed down and regained her composure a little.

Molly bit her bottom lip as she thought. “Tonight,” she said, making her mother gasp. “But you gotta promise to take it slow, okay?”

Andre grinned. He knew when to demand and when to bargain. “Sure, I’ll be slow. The first time.” He glanced over at Heather before turning back to Molly. “Let’s show yo momma how I mark my girls,” he said, taking hold of her around her slim waist and easily lifting her up and off his cock.

Molly giggled as he placed her back on the floor, quickly dropping to her knees as he stood up, towering over her, his huge cock pointing towards her. She didn’t waste a second but took hold of his prick in both hands and started jerking on it, one hand moving along the shaft, the other rubbing around the head.

“Uuuhhhhhh yeah, dat’s it,” he sighed. “Open wide -- stick out yo tongue,” he gasped, grinning as Molly did as he asked. “Fuck yeah -- gonna nut -- uuuhhnnnn!”

Heather watched in disbelief as Andre’s prick lurched in Molly’s hand and spurted a thick, long line of jizz over Molly’s face, laying unbroken from the top of her head, over her forehead, down her cheek and hanging off her jaw. Another joined it, and another, and another and yet more -- she couldn’t believe the amount of cum Andre produced, nor how much Molly obviously enjoyed it. She laughed as she held her mouth open, using her fingers to slide the thick cream into her mouth even as Andre’s huge cock and balls spat more of the fluid over her to replace what she’d eaten.

Heather had never seen her husband Nigel’s semen -- it had always ended up in her vagina, where it was supposed to -- but she’d felt his penis spurt inside her enough times to know that it was the tiniest percentage of what Andre was producing.

Finally, after what seemed like minutes of constant ejaculating, Andre’s load finally dwindled, leaving Molly kneeling before her looking like a carton of yoghurt had been emptied over her face and breasts. Not that she seemed to mind as she eagerly scooped it up and licked her fingers clean.

Andre looked over at Heather again. “Wanna come over here and clean yo daughter up?”

Heather suddenly pictured herself doing that -- kneeling next to Molly and licking Andre’s cum from her breasts -- and felt her pussy spasm and pulse again at the thought, her big, heavy tits hot, her nipples hard.

“N-n-no,” she managed to stutter.

“Good,” Molly said, still cleaning her face of cum. “All this yummy cum is for me.”

Andre reached down and helped her up. “Come on, let’s get dressed. I wanna get out o’here,” he said.

He steered her towards the doorway and, as they approached Heather, made sure Molly’s cum streaked breasts brushed against her mother’s arm.

Heather looked at the thick line of pearly fluid as it lay smeared on her bare arm, the first time semen had ever lain on her flesh. She remembered the enthusiasm with which Molly had ate the stuff up and -- almost as if it were happening to someone else -- she watched her other hand reach out and scoop some up.

I’m not thinking of eating that -- am I? she thought as she brought her hand slowly up to her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and brought her fingers closer and closer before she slid her cum covered fingers over her tongue.

“Mmmmmm,” she sighed, closing her eyes as she realised that despite everything she’d heard in high school about how it was meant to taste, she loved it. Hot, tangy, a little salty but in no way unpleasant, Heather sucked her fingers clean then scooped more from her arm and cleaned that up as quickly as she could.

She opened her eyes and looked at the stairwell as she heard Andre’s deep laugh. He stood on the stairs, still naked, cock still mostly hard, watching her eat his cum.

“Any time yo want some, Prof,” he said, “all you gotta do is ask.” And with that, he headed upstairs, Heather watching his cock all the while.

Oh God, she thought, licking her fingers clean. What have I done?

CHAPTER 3: PROF NOOK STRIKES A BARGAIN TO SAVE HER DAUGHTER’S ASS

“Molly?” Professor Heather Nook tapped on her daughter’s bedroom door. “Molly? Can I come in? We need to talk.”

She stood nervously, wondering if her daughter would answer but then the door opened, Molly letting her in.

Heather stepped into her daughter’s room and was assailed by the scent of sex, the scent of her daughter having been taken by Andre Sauvage, the huge black man that she had started dating a week or so before. Only an hour or so had gone by since Heather had walked into her living room to find Molly riding Andre’s huge penis as he sat in Molly’s father’s chair. They hadn’t stopped when they noticed her -- Andre had taken great delight in trying to entice Heather to join in as she’d watched them have sex, right up to the end when he had lifted Molly off his member and ejaculated an enormous amount of semen over her.

That was one of the things that was worrying Heather -- the fact that she had stood and watched them, even going so far as to imagine herself in place of her daughter, picturing Andre taking her with his massive, iron hard manhood. To her surprise and shame, she’d even had a small orgasm just thinking about that as she’d watched them. And then, as they’d left the room, Andre had steered Molly towards her mother, smearing semen from her breasts onto Heather’s arm. Still unable to believe she’d done it, Heather -- after hearing Molly rhapsodise over how good it tasted -- had scooped up the thick fluid and eaten it, instantly loving the taste. To make matters worse, Andre had seen her do it.

On top of all that, it was what Andre was planning this evening that forced her to speak to her daughter.

“What’s up, mom?” Molly asked with a superior grin. “If you’re looking to watch me and Andre again, he won’t be back till this evening.”

“That’s what I need to talk to you about, Molly,” Heather said. “What he wants to do to you tonight.”

Molly smirked, folding her arms beneath her huge tits that made her tight T-shirt bulge. She’d inherited the same Coxville face and figure that her mother had -- gorgeous looks, long blonde hair, round, firm ass cheeks, and a pair of tits almost as big as her head. While her mother wore a sensible skirt and blouse outfit, Molly had pulled on a T-shirt that looked two sizes too small and a pair of lycra running shorts that clung to her round butt.

“You mean how I’m going to finally let him shove that big black cock of his up my ass?” she asked her mother.

“Molly!” Heather said, her eyes going wide in shock. “Please don’t use such language in front of me.”

“Oh come on, mom. I didn’t hear you complaining when you stood and watched Andre fuck me earlier.” She stepped closer to her mother. “Or when you stood and watched him cum all over me.” She took another step closer, her tits almost touching Heather’s own impressive pair. “Or when you ate his cum and liked it.”

They stared at each other, Molly’s words bringing back the images of what she was describing to both of them, the scent of raw sex still in the air. Heather became aware of just how hot she was, how hard her nipples had become at the memory of watching her daughter and Andre have sex. Her eyelids fluttered and her lips parted slightly, her tongue gently licking them as she remembered the taste of Andre’s semen -- the feel of her daughter’s breasts as they’d brushed against her bare arm, leaving the sticky trail on her skin.

“You want to fuck him, too, don’t you mom?” Molly asked her quietly.

“What?” Heather said, snapping out of her reverie and stepping back. “No! How dare you suggest such a thing!” she cried. She moved over to Molly’s bed and was about to sit down among the rumpled sheets when the sight of streaks of still fresh semen made her change her mind. Not out of disgust, she realised, but because she couldn’t trust herself not to taste them.

She looked back at her daughter. “Yes, I saw you and Andre having -- having sex earlier,” Heather said. “So obviously I know how -- how large his -- his manhood is.”

“Manhood?” Molly said with a laugh. “Come on, mom -- it’s a cock. It’s a big, black cock.”

“Whatever you call it, it’s too large for you to allow him to -- to put it in your bottom,” Heather said. “It could hurt you and I don’t want that to happen.”

“Mom, Andre’s been on at me all week to let him fuck my ass,” Molly said, smiling as her mother blushed at her language. “I’ve been telling him I don’t do that and that his cock is too big, but earlier -- when he put his fingers in my ass -- it felt so good, I just know I have to try it.”

“Fine,” Heather said, swallowing nervously, her mind in a whirl at what she was thinking. “Then if you’re going to go through with it, I -- I need to -- I want to make sure -- you don’t get hurt,” she said, trying to avoid her daughter’s gaze.

“And how do you plan on doing that?” Molly asked.

“I want -- I want to be here when -- when it happens so I can stop it -- if I need to,” Heather said.

Molly laughed gently. “What you mean, mom, is that you want to watch.” She stepped over to her, getting closer, making Heather step back until her butt hit Molly’s dresser leaving her nowhere to go. “You want to watch me -- your daughter -- getting fucked up the ass by a huge, black cock. Isn’t that right?”

“No! No -- I just -- want to make sure -- you don’t get hurt.”

Molly stepped even closer, placing her hands on the top of the dresser, either side of her mother, pinning her in place. Their huge tits -- Molly’s in her tight T-shirt, Heather’s in her blouse -- pushed against each other, making Heather gasp involuntarily at the contact. Molly leaned in, her face just inches from her mother’s, a wicked smile on her lips.

“You want to watch Andre’s huge fucking cock slide up my ass, don’t you mom?” she asked, staring deep into her eyes. “You want to watch that big black shaft sliding in and out of my butt, don’t you?”

Heather shook her head, panting and squirming as she tried to deny the truth of her daughter’s words. All she could think about was imagining Andre’s huge penis -- no, his cock -- being buried deep in her daughter’s behind, while all she could feel was Molly’s big tits pushing against her own, their nipples hard beneath their clothing.

“Maybe you’d like to try it too, huh, mom?” Molly asked. “Want to take his big cock up your ass?”

“No!” Heather moaned, aware of how weak her reply sounded.

“Andre told me you ate his cum off your arm earlier,” Molly said. “Want to try it straight from the source? Want to taste his load as he cums in your mouth?”

Heather groaned, trying to sound disgusted but it was clear she was fooling neither of them. She’d seen how much Andre came when he’d covered Molly’s face and breasts that afternoon and she knew how good it tasted but surely -- surely she wasn’t considering what Molly was suggesting?

“Yeah, you want it, don’t you, mom?” Molly asked, pushing herself closer, their tits squashing tight against each other, making Heather painfully aware of the feel of her daughter’s breasts and just how hot and hard her own nipples were.

Once, as a teenager around Molly’s age, she and her best friend Diane had made out in a half-hearted manner after drinking two glasses of wine -- Diane’s father had found them and torn a strip off them, calling them harlots and sluts, forever banishing the idea of being attracted to another woman from Heather’s mind. Yet here she was, fighting the attraction that was building not only for another woman, but her own daughter!

Oh God -- what’s wrong with me? she thought, biting her bottom lip as she resisted the urge to lean closer and kiss Molly. She wanted to kiss her, she did -- but she couldn’t.

“You want Andre’s cock, mom? Huh?” Molly asked her again.

“No,” Heather said weakly.

“Good,” Molly said, abruptly walking away. She went to the door leaving her mother dazed and confused, opened it and pointed to the hallway. “Andre’s my man, mom, and there’s no way you’re having him.”

On shaky legs, Heather left her daughter’s bedroom strangely disappointed. As she went to her own room, the only thing that made her smile slightly was noticing her daughter’s hard nipples poking through her T-shirt.

† † † † †

Heather didn’t see her daughter for the next couple of hours -- Molly stayed in her room doing God knew what, while Heather frantically tidied, cleaned and vacuumed the house, doing anything to keep busy and her mind off the conversation she’d had with Molly. Instead, she found herself remembering the conversation she’d had with her cousin, Bobbie Sue, who had admitted to -- as she’d put it -- “going black.”

“I’ve let Melvin do things with me I’d never even countenanced with my husband,” Bobbie Sue had said, making Heather wonder just what that covered.

When the doorbell rang, Heather nearly jumped out of her skin before heading to the door, pausing to make sure her skirt was straight and her blouse neatly tucked in. She wondered why she did that as she knew who was likely to be calling -- was she trying to be presentable for Andre? She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, noticing how tight her blouse was across her huge breasts and how a few more buttons than was appropriate had become undone, showing a good deal of her expansive cleavage and the inner slopes of her pale, milky bosom.

A sudden image popped into her head -- of her looking down at her cleavage, the head and shaft of Andre’s enormous penis sliding up and down in the valley of her breasts as she slipped out her tongue to lick at the purple head --

Good Lord, what am I thinking? Heather turned away, continuing to the door, but didn’t bother buttoning up her blouse.

“Hey, Prof,” Andre said with a grin. “S’up?” He stepped inside without waiting to be asked and stood close to her as Heather closed the door. “Damn, dat’s one helluva view,” he said, staring blatantly at her exposed bosom. “Bet my cock’d look damn fine tween dem titties.”

Heather gasped, not in shock at his words, but at the similarity between his thoughts and her own. She shook herself and walked around him into the lounge, asking him to follow. He walked in and, without a second’s pause, slumped down in her husband Nigel’s large chair -- the same chair Heather had found him in earlier, her naked daughter riding his huge prick.

“I need -- I need to ask you something, Andre,” Heather said, sitting on the sofa opposite him, knees together, hands clasped on top of them.

“What’s that, Prof?”

“This thing -- this act you’re planning -- to do with Molly,” she said, struggling to look him in the eye. “I don’t want you to go through with it.”

“You mean you don’ want me to fuck her up the ass?” Andre said, his grin wide, white teeth gleaming against his black skin.

“I wish you wouldn’t be so crude but -- yes, that’s what I mean.”

“Damn, Prof. I been on at Molly all week to give me a crack at dat ass, an’ now she’s up for it, you want me to back off?”

“I do,” Heather said. “You’re -- you’re too big. You’d hurt her and I don’t want that,” Heather said honestly.

“I’m too big? What part of me’s too big, Prof?” Andre spread his legs, the bulge in his sweatpants clearly visible, his length obviously laying down his thigh.

Heather vaguely waved in the direction of his crotch. “Your -- your penis is too large for -- for what you were planning to do,” she managed.

“Ma what? Tell me, Prof,” Andre said, pushing his sweatpants down, pulling his thick cock out and holding it up for her. “This look like a penis to you? Cos I’m thinking this here’s a cock.”

Heather stared entranced as her daughter’s boyfriend blatantly stroked his dick in front of her, the already thick shaft bloating and expanding as he did so, the column of meat standing proud, a deep purple, bulbous head at the top of it.

“You like the look’a this, huh, Prof?” he asked, still stroking his shaft. “You couldn’t stop looking at it earlier, when yo daughter was riding the fucking thing -- and you can’t stop looking now, can you?”

Heather’s breathing had grown fast, her chest rising and falling, the tops of her huge breasts almost bursting free of her blouse as she realised he was right: she couldn’t stop looking at the enormous, black shaft before her.

“Tell you what, Prof -- you come over here, take a’hold of it, I’ll think about not buttfucking your daughter tonight.”

“What?” Heather whispered, watching his hand slide up and down his cock that was so, so much bigger than her husband’s.

“You heard. Get yo ass over here an’ take hold’a dis nigga cock.”

“And -- and if I do -- you won’t -- “ Heather gulped nervously “ -- you won’t try and have -- anal sex with my daughter?”

“I promise I ain’t gonna be thinking bout dat if yo hand on my cock, Prof,” Andre said.

Oh my God, I cannot be contemplating this -- can I? Heather thought as she stared at Andre’s huge, black truncheon that stood tall above a massive pair of testicles. She stood slowly, straightening her skirt and took a step forward. For Molly, she thought. Do this to save Molly from that monstrous -- thing!

Andre sensibly kept his mouth shut as Professor Nook stepped closer to him, her eyes never leaving his cock. He knew she was rationalising this, just as Molly had done the first time they’d hooked up, and he knew better than to fuck this up with some wise-ass remark.

Heather stepped between his wide spread legs and, for the first time since he’d dropped his sweatpants, looked him in the eye.

“Just -- hold it -- right?” she asked quietly.

“That’s it, Prof,” Andre said. “You might wanna lean over -- get a good grip at the base,” he added.

She did as he suggested, keeping her legs straight, bending at the waist as she reached out, giving him the fantastic view of her huge tits pushing at the buttons of her blouse, almost spilling out the top as she gently took a hold of his big cock.

Heather let out a long, quiet moan as her fingers tried to reach around the girth of his prick and failed. The hot, pulsing flesh of his cock filled her hand as he moved his own out of the way, letting her grab his shaft and, of her own volition, slowly begin stroking it. Her legs shook gently as she felt her pussy moisten, tingle and clench, a mini-orgasm rippling through her just as it had when she’d watched her daughter slide her pussy up and down this thing she now held.

Dear God -- it’s so big, she thought as she slowly raised her hand up its length towards the bulging head at the top, watching entranced as the slit opened and a clear, thick line of pre-cum dribbled from it. The thick liquid met her fingers and, instinctively, she rubbed it around the head of his cock, lubing it, allowing her hand to slide effortlessly back down to his balls before returned to gather more of the fluid and smear it over his hard flesh.

“That feel good, Prof?” Andre asked quietly. He could see she was mesmerised by his prick and he didn’t want to ruin the moment by being a jerk, but couldn’t help grin when she nodded slowly, her half-closed eyes staring at her hand as she slowly stroked his cock. He looked again at her huge tits -- bigger even than Molly’s pair -- and wondered how far he could go.

There was a buzzing from the pocket of his sweatpants -- while Heather glanced at it, she didn’t stop stroking his cock. Andre pulled his cell phone out and opened up a text from Molly.

“Guess yo daughter didn’t hear the doorbell, Prof,” he said, turning his phone around so Heather could read the message.

>>Where R U? Need your cock in my ass!!!<< she’d written.

“Well, guess this has been fun, Prof, but I gotta go,” Andre said, making no attempt to move. “Seems yo daughter knows what she wants now.”

“Wait,” Heather said, her grip on his cock tightening. “You said -- you said you wouldn’t do it -- if I touched your -- your -- “

“My what, Prof?”

“Your -- your cock,” Heather said, blushing at using the word.

“I said I’d think about it,” Andre said, then held up the phone again, “but Molly’s waiting for me.”

They stared at each other, Heather still stroking his slickened cock, pre-cum dribbling from his knob almost continually. For Molly, Heather told herself. Do this for Molly.

“What if I -- offered to do something -- else?”

Andre laughed. “Like what, Prof?” Heather blushed, biting her bottom lip as she tried to come up with something before Andre put her out of her misery. “You let me put it tween those big ass titties of yours, let me cum all over you?”

Heather gasped at his words and the image it put in her mind. Only a couple of days before and she would have been revolted at the idea if Nigel had suggested it -- but having seen her daughter get covered by his seed earlier, having seen her relish the act and the taste of it -- Heather could almost feel her pussy leaking juices down her thighs at the thought of it.

“And you’ll -- you’ll leave Molly alone?” Heather asked.

“Take your blouse off, Prof,” Andre said, ignoring her question. “Get them big titties wrapped round my cock.” Heather released his cock reluctantly, staring at it as she unbuttoned her blouse as fast as she could, pulling it off and tossing it aside. “Bra, too.”

She reached behind her back, unclasping the pink, lacy bra that covered most of her huge tits, using one arm to hold the cups over her breasts as she pushed the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. For Molly, Heather told herself once more, and let her bra fall away.

It was Andre’s turn to gasp as he took in two of the largest -- no, the two largest tits he’d ever seen in all their glory. Round, white, pale, the pink nipples hard, the skin around them crinkled with arousal, they barely sagged despite their size. He licked his lips as he watched her cup them both, each one too big for her hands.

“God damn, those are some perfect titties, Prof,” he said. He pointed to his cock. “Let’s see how they look wrapped round my cock.”

As Heather knelt between his legs and shuffled closer, Andre quickly grabbed his phone and replied to Molly, saying >>B there soon<< and leaving it at that. He looked back to find Heather, still holding her tits, wondering what to do.

“You ain’t never bin titfucked before, Prof?” he asked, sighing when she shook her head. “Like mother, like daughter,” he said. “Pull them apart,” he said, pushing his cock between them when she did so, the huge length standing upright between them, going up past her jaw and nudging against her cheek. “Now wrap them round and slide them up and down.”

Heather did as he said, loving the hot hardness of his cock being wrapped in her enormous tits, the pre-cum that covered his shaft aiding its movement as she remembered what Molly had done earlier, and tried to do the same. His knob head pulsed against her cheek as she slid her huge tits down, before moving down to just below her jaw when she slid them up and her mind flashed back to the thought she’d had as she opened the door, of her sucking on his cock as it rested between her tits.

“Oh yeah, Prof -- yo a natural tit fucker,” Andre said. “Look at me a sec.”

Heather looked up just as his phone clicked and she realised he’d taken a picture of her, his jet black cock protruding from her cleavage, the big knob head resting against her smiling face. He could do anything with that picture -- give it to his friends, show it to her husband, send it to the university -- and Heather realised that, right now at least, she didn’t care. A red light appeared on the back of the phone as it faced her and she wondered if he was videoing this.

“Feel good, Prof?” Andre asked her.

“Uh-huh,” Heather nodded.

“Tell me, then,” Andre said. “Tell me what feels good.”

“This,” Heather said, her hands holding her huge tits around his thick cock, his knob head drizzling pre-cum over her cheek as she moved.

“Come on, Prof -- tell me -- say the words.”

Heather blushed as she remembered watching Molly and Andre have sex -- no, fuck earlier in this very same chair, remembered what her daughter had been saying.

“I like having -- having your -- your cock between my boobs,” she said haltingly.

“Come on, Prof -- yo can do better than that.”

“I like -- I like your big, black cock -- fucking my big white tits,” she said. “Feels so good -- so hot -- so hard and big.”

“Yeah, you love that nigga dick, dontcha? Just like yo daughter.”

“Oh God -- oh God, I do,” she babbled.

“Wanna taste it, Prof? Huh? Suck that dick while you fuck it wit yo titties,” Andre said.

Heather looked at him, glancing at his phone which was still pointed at her, then pulled back a little, his knob sliding around her jaw until it was in front of her. 

For Molly? she thought to herself. No, this is for me.

She opened her mouth, her tongue rolling out and lashing around his knob head, swirling over it and licking up the still running pre-cum which tasted just as good as his load had earlier. She groaned low in her throat, leaned forward and swallowed a couple of inches of his black cock, still moving her tits up and down the base of his shaft. She purred, loving the feel of the very first dick to slide between her lips, closed her eyes and tried to take even more before the knob nudged at the back of her throat, making her gag slightly.

“Fuck yeah,” Andre groaned. “Suck that nigga cock, Prof.” He didn’t know why the white women of the town had taken to black dick over the last week -- he’d heard stories of other brothers from the Westside getting their fair share of white pussy since he’d started fucking Molly -- but he didn’t care. He had one fine ass girl in Molly waiting upstairs while her mom sucked and titfucked him down here; only thing that could be better would be getting them together at the same time.

“Gah!” Heather gasped, letting his cock fall from her mouth. “Is that -- is that okay?” she asked. She let go of her tits and grasped his cock in both hands, jerking him off as she looked up at him.

“First time sucking on a dick?” he asked, laughing as she nodded. “Yeah, just like yo daughter. Bet this be the first time someone’s cum on you, huh?” he asked as he stood, making Heather move back, sitting on her heels as Andre stood over her, phone still pointed at her. “Keep stroking that dick, Prof,” he said. “I’m’a cum all over yo face and titties.”

Heather stared at his huge cock as it grew slightly bigger, pulsing in her hands as it delivered stream after stream of thick jism all over her. Strands of cum plastered themselves over her face, laying in her hair, falling over her face to hang off her jaw before clumps of the creamy white fluid fell on to her huge tits. It took only seconds for some of his spunk to fall into her waiting mouth which she eagerly ate, clamping her lips around his spurting knob to take several huge shots into her throat before she fell back, swallowing his cum as yet more poured out over her face and tits.

Eventually, his load slowed, leaving Heather covered in his cum, one hand still gripping his cock, the other scooping his jizz off her face and into his mouth.

He reached down and prised her hand off his cock so he could pull his sweatpants back up, his cock still half hard and bulging down his leg.

“Go grab a shower, Prof,” he said. “I’m gonna go see yo daughter, show her what a slut for black cock her momma is,” he said, waving his phone. “You want some more, you come get some.”

Heather watched him walk out of the room and head up the stairs, all the while, scraping his cum from her body and licking her fingers clean.

CHAPTER 4: PROF NOOK, HER DAUGHTER AND HER BOYFRIEND

Professor Heather Nook soaped her large, firm breasts beneath the spray of the shower, washing the last remnants of her daughter's boyfriend's cum from them. Not that she had left much on them -- she had managed to scoop up and eat most of Andre's enormous load after he'd left her kneeling on the floor, covered in his jizz, while he had walked upstairs planning to have anal sex with Molly, her daughter.

Her eyes closed, Heather concentrated on running her hands over her body, loving the feel of her wet skin, the weight of her huge tits, her smooth, flat belly and the firm, round peach of an ass she had. She had hardly ever masturbated in the past having grown up thinking that sort of thing was dirty but now her hands felt so good she couldn't help but slide one down through the neatly trimmed blonde bush above her pussy and on to her swollen lips.

"Aaahhhhh," she sighed as first one then a second finger slipped inside herself, her wetness the result of sucking Andre's huge penis before letting him push it between her breasts until he had cum all over her. She'd done it for her daughter -- tried to strike a bargain with him to prevent him attempting to stick his huge manhood into Molly's behind. Heather had sucked his penis, had willingly wrapped her enormous breasts around it, had taken his load on her face and breasts, had allowed him to record it all on his phone -- all as a bribe to stop him having anal sex with her daughter.

And after he had finished, the arrogant bastard had headed to Molly's bedroom to do just that.

Heather's mind was full of the images of Andre's huge penis and the massive amount of ejaculate it produced as she worked her fingers in and out of her pussy.

"Bastard," she muttered, fingering her tight, wet slit. "Big dicked -- mmmmm -- bastard," she sighed, her free hand reaching behind her and sliding down over her round ass cheeks, slipping between and beneath them. "Big dicked -- uuhhnnnn -- tit fucker," she whispered using language she'd never have used before this afternoon when Andre had encouraged her to say what she thought of as dirty words. Her hand slid under her ass and, as she slid her fingers in and out of her pussy, she rubbed another at the tight, crinkled ring of her asshole.

"Dirty -- big cocked -- hhhuuuuunnnnn -- ass fucker," she moaned as she worked a finger into her asshole for the very first time. The muscle resisted for a moment before letting the wet digit slide inside, making her groan in sudden surprise at how good it felt. Her husband Nigel had never once even hinted at such a thing and she would have been repulsed if he had -- but now, with her thoughts full of Andre's cock and her fingers in her pussy, Professor Nook happily slid her finger in and out of her asshole, loving the feel of the tight muscles gripping it.

"Oh God," she sighed, working both her holes, the water spraying over her as she leaned against the cubicle wall. "On God -- feels so good -- mmmmmmm," she groaned, all the while thinking of Andre.

Thinking of his big, black cock.

Molly's boyfriend was several years older than her and was a black from the Westside of Coxville, someone that until very recently Heather would have insisted Molly have nothing to do with. And yet, while Heather had been away with the University, Molly had started dating the tall, muscular and incredibly well hung black man who had -- just the day before -- brazenly whipped out his cock in front of Heather, offering it to her.

And oh how easily she had been tempted. Heather had tried to bargain with him, offering herself instead of Molly's ass, but she knew that was just an excuse. She wanted to fuck him -- she wanted the huge black cock of her daughter's boyfriend inside her -- and Molly knew this.

Molly had confronted her mother earlier that day and while Heather had denied her claims, they both knew she was lying.

"Uuhhnnnnn fuck," Heather groaned as she worked her fingers deeper and faster in and out of her pussy and asshole. She felt her orgasm building and brought herself off by pushing another finger into her ass. "Mmmmnnnnuhhhhh -- God! Cumming!" she cried quietly as she thought about Andre stuffing his big black dick into her daughter's ass -- or her own.

"Oh -- oh -- oh God," she sighed a few minutes later as she switched off the shower and climbed out, drying herself with a large white bath towel. "What is wrong with me?" She wrapped the towel around herself, the soft cotton struggling to cover her huge tits, and left the bathroom.

Molly and Andre stood outside the door, waiting for her, Andre just wearing his sweatpants, Molly in a T-shirt and a pair of his boxer shorts.

"Good shower, mom?" Molly asked with a smirk.

"What -- what are you doing here?" Heather asked.

"Molly told me bout you wanting ta stop me fucking her ass," Andre said. "Said you wanted to be there when it happened so's you could stop it if I hurt her."

"I -- I said that, yes," Heather said, self-consciously pulling her towel tighter around her but all it did was make her huge tits balloon over the edge.

"Andre showed me this, mom," Molly said, holding out Andre's phone, the POV video of Heather sucking on his cock playing. "That's you, blowing my boyfriend," she said.

"I -- I was -- was trying to  -- save you," Heather said, the excuse sounding weak to her ears.

"Bullshit, mom," Molly said. "You want Andre's cock just as much as I do."

"Told you before, Prof," Andre said. "You want some of this," and he pushed his sweatpants down, pulling his massive half-hard shaft out, "all you gots to do is ask."

"Oh God," Heather groaned, unable to take her eyes off it. She did want it, there was no denying that, but how could she?

"I told you earlier, mom," Molly said, dropping to her knees and taking hold of Andre's big length. "This is mine and you can't have it."

With that, she opened her mouth and sucked in the big purple knob followed by the first couple of inches, closing her eyes, purring at the feel of his cock swelling in her mouth.

Andre watched Heather as she stared at her daughter sucking his cock, the same one she'd had in her mouth not half an hour before. He grinned and laughed as Heather licked her lips, her chest rising and falling as her breathing quickened. He had two of the finest white girls in Coxville fighting over his cock -- he was living the American dream.

"I got plenty to share," he said, grabbing his dick and pulling it free of Molly's mouth, waving it at Heather.

"Baby, no," Molly whined.

"Want some more of this, Prof?" he asked. "Come get some."

Heather stared at the meaty shaft as it pulsed in his hand, thickening and lengthening before her eyes. God damn it, she did want it -- and they all knew it.

"Baby, don't," Molly complained, reaching for his dick. "You said you wouldn't let her have it again. She's my mom -- she's too old for you."

If Heather was really insulted by that jibe she would never know, but in her mind it was justification enough to show her daughter she was wrong.

"I'll show you who's old," she muttered and fell to her knees, mouth open, lips clamping around Andre's cock head as he held it out to her, the first few inches following.

Molly watched her mother bob her head back and fore, taking as much of her boyfriend's cock as she could before gagging. She was as enthusiastic and yet inexperienced as Molly had been just a week before, slobbering over Andre's huge tool, spit running down its length, making his coal black shaft glisten.

"Fuck yeah -- dat's it, Prof -- suck dat nigga dick," Andre said.

"Andre, baby," Molly whined. "Don't -- I don't want to share you with my mom,"

Andre ignored her, looking down and watching Heather's blonde head moving back and fore over his cock.

"Come on, baby," Molly said. "Don't you wanna fuck my ass instead?" She stood and pressed herself up against him, rubbing her huge tits against his thick arm. "I'm ready, baby -- I want your big cock in my ass."

Andre reached down and pushed Heather off his cock -- grinning as she mewled in disappointment -- taking hold of the root and rubbing it over her face.

"I'm gonna fuck yo daughter's ass, Prof," he said. "But you wanna come watch, yo welcome."

Andre pulled Molly into her bedroom, leaving the door wide open, Heather still on her knees, looking after them.

"Oh God," she moaned. "What's happened to me?"

She stood and nervously followed, stepping in to her daughter's bedroom.

Andre sat naked on the bed, back against the wall, broad chest on display while Molly knelt on the bed next to him, ass in the air, her head buried in his crotch, his huge cock in her mouth. She was purring, gagging and coughing as she forced herself to take as much of his cock down her throat as she could. Thick, clear bubbles of spit ran down the thick trunk of Andre's cock to meet her hand at the base of it where she was jerking it, holding it upright as she pushed herself down on to it.

"Aacckk -- gaaccckk -- gaaahhh!" she gasped, lifting her mouth off his prick for a moment, smearing her spit over his cock.

"Dat's it, baby," Andre grunted, his hand on the back of her head, fingers entwined in her blonde hair. "Get it nice an wet -- fore I stick it in yo ass." Heather moved forward, Andre smiling up at her as she came in to the room, still only wearing the towel that shed wrapped around her. "Get over here, Prof -- come help yo daughter get ma cock ready for her tight little ass."

Molly looked from one to the other. "Baby, you said you wouldn't do anything with my mom if I let you fuck my ass"

"Nah, that ain't what I said," Andre replied, beckoning Heather closer. They both watched as she stepped slowly over to them, holding her towel tightly closed with one hand, her gaze fixed on Andre's big cock. "Now hold that dick up for yo mamma -- let her suck on it again."

"Baby," Molly whined again. Andre spanked her ass gently and that was all it took. Molly glared at her mother as she climbed up on to the bed opposite her so that mother and daughter were either side of the giant black man -- but she held his cock upright and let Heather lean forward and suck on the head.

"You bitch, mom," Molly whispered. "I told you he was mine."

Heather smiled at her daughter -- as best she could with her mouth full of cock -- and carried on sucking and slurping at the big knob head.

Andre gently pushed Molly's head down towards his prick, laughing as she took the hint and began licking and kissing the shaft as her mother concentrated on working the head.

"Yeah, dat's it -- dat's ma girls -- I got plenty to share -- ain't no need to be fighting over it."

He wrapped the fingers of his other hand in Heather's hair and eased her off the knob, at the same time pulling Molly's head up so that they swapped places. He let them suck and lick at his cock for a few minutes before swapping them over again, both women letting him guide them up and down his enormous prick as he wanted. Slowly, he brought them both up together, Heather on his right, Molly on his left, the pair of them kissing and licking his cock, their eyes closed as they allowed him to move them around. They both licked around his thick knob head at the same time, their tongues sliding over his helmet, tasting his pre-cum and their spit as he eased their heads closer together around his cock. They kissed, his knob sandwiched between them, as their tongues slid over each other, slipping into each other’s mouths.

Molly opened her eyes and pulled back. "Mom! You fucking kissed me!" she said, half shocked, half turned on.

"Oh God," Heather moaned. "I don't care -- I just want to share his cock with you," she said, diving back down on to his cock. Molly paused for a second before dipping back down to kiss and lick at his shaft -- but she didn't put up much resistance when Andre once more eased her head up to where her mother was, guiding them together again.

"Hot fucking damn," he whispered. It was actually happening. His hot as fuck, big titted eighteen year old girlfriend was busy Frenching her huge titted MILF of a mom while they both had hold of his cock.

This time Molly made a deliberate move, nudging her mother off Andre's cock and kissing her forcefully, pushing her tongue into her mouth before turning to Andre.

"You like watching me make out with my mom, baby?" she asked him. By way of reply, Andre just moved her back so that Heather could kiss her again.

"Oh yo gonna do a lot more than make out with her," he said. "Take her towel off."

For all her bravado, Molly hesitated so Heather took things into her own hands, grabbing the white towel, twisting it loose and throwing it to one side, all the while with Andre's huge cock still in her mouth.

"Damn, girl, yo momma got some big ass titties," he said as Heather crammed more of his cock into her throat, forcing herself down just as Molly had.

"Yeah, but mine are better," Molly said, kneeling up and grabbing her T-shirt, pulling it over her head, exposing her pale jugs.

"They's fine, girl," Andre agreed. "What you think, Prof? You like your little girl's big fucking tits?"

He gently pulled Heather's head off his cock and -- before Molly could stop him -- pushed her towards her daughter's naked tits.

Despite drunkenly making out once with a girlfriend when she had been Molly's age, Heather had never harboured sexual thoughts for another woman. Yet now -- faced with her own daughter's big tits -- she reacted on instinct, opening her mouth and clamping her lips around one of Molly's hard nipples, biting and sucking it gently.

"Mmmmmmm, fuck, mom," Molly sighed in surprise. "That feels good."

Heather would have agreed had she not been intent on sucking as much of her daughter's tit into her mouth as she could, her hand still gliding up the spit covered shaft of Andre's cock, as was Molly's, the pair of them jerking him off together.

"Looks good, too," Andre said. "Let me see you get yo mouth on yo momma's titties, girl," he said.

At his words Heather knelt up, her huge, naked tits bigger than her daughter's, a little lower on her chest than Molly's were but still looking fantastic. Molly looked at her mother for a second before dipping down and sucking on one of her stiff nipples, a little hesitant at first before starting to enjoy the feel of her mother's stiff bud in her mouth. Molly reached up with both hands and cupped Heather's huge tits, moving her mouth from one to the other and back, gently biting at her nips.

"Ohhhhh Lord," Heather sighed, cupping Molly's head and holding her to her tits. "That feels so good,"

Molly lifted herself up and hugged and kissed her mother, their big tits squashing against each other before they both knelt back down and returned to sucking at Andre's huge prick. Heather took it as deep as she could then coughed and gagged as Molly pushed her head down even further, his prick slipping into her throat.

"Take it mom," she cried. "You wanted it, you fucking take it!"

"Aaccckkkk! Ggluuuuckkk! Kkooofffff!" was all that Heather could manage as Molly forced her to deep throat Andre's black rod. Her eyes watered and spit poured from her lips -- but at the same time, her pussy was hot and flooded with her juices.

"Get it nice and wet, Prof," Andre said. "It's going up yo daughter's ass -- less you want it in yo pussy first?"

"No way!" Molly cried as Heather straightened up, spit running from her chin and down on to her big tits.

"You want it, Prof?" Andre asked, ignoring Molly.

"Yes, I want it," Heather said quietly.

Andre grinned. "Tell me what you want, Prof."

Heather looked at him, knowing what he wanted to hear -- he’d made her tell him earlier when she’d sucked his cock in a vain attempt to stop him fucking Molly’s asshole.

“I want your cock, Andre,” she said. “I want your big black cock -- fucking my pussy.” She looked over at her daughter. “Please let me share, Molly,” she said. “Please?”

“I told you you wanted it,” Molly said, holding her mother’s chin in her hand, leaning in close. “When Andre showed me the video of you sucking his cock, I really wasn’t surprised.” She kissed her mother again, deeply. “You want to be a slut for his big, black cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, please let me have his big black cock,” Heather begged.

Molly pushed her mother so that she fell on to her back on the bed, legs splayed.

“No way! You’ve had too much of it already,” Molly said, grabbing Andre’s cock. “This black cock is mine!”

She cried out as Andre smacked her ass once more, this time more forcefully. He stood, pulling his dick free of her grasp.

“This cock is mine, girl, an’ don’ you fo’get it,” he said. “Yo need to show yo momma more respect, an’ for that, I’m’a fuck her ‘stead’a you.”

“What? Baby, no!” Molly cried as she watched her boyfriend kneel between her mother’s legs, positioning his huge cock at her swollen, sopping wet cunt lips.

“Oh God yes! Give it to me!” Heather cried. “Give me that big, black, fucking cock! Nnnuugggnnnnnnn!” she moaned as Andre moved forward, the head of his prick slipping into her tight pussy, spreading her wider than she ever had been. “Fuck -- so fucking big!” Heather gasped, feeling her pussy clench tightly around the invading shaft, her muscles clinging to it as the huge black man pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her twat.

She shook and moaned as an orgasm rippled through her pussy, something that had never happened when she and her husband and made love.

“Yeah, dat’s it, Prof,” Andre gloated. “You love my black cock now, don’cha?”

“Oh God -- oh God, I do!” Heather cried, looking down past her huge tits at the black shaft that was slipping in and out of her pussy, going deeper with every forward thrust until she would swear it was knocking at the entrance to her womb itself. “I’m sorry, Molly -- aaahhhhhnnnnn -- I can’t help it -- uuhhhhhh -- so big -- so good -- hhhuunnnnn!” she moaned as Andre fucked her with long, powerful strokes.

“Andre, stop!” Molly cried. “Please, baby,” she said, crawling up on to the bed beside him. “Please, stop fucking my mom -- please -- I want your cock.”

Andre pulled his giant prick from Heather’s pussy making her groan in frustration, and held it up for Molly.

“You want it, fucking suck it,” he said.

“But -- but it’s just been in my mom’s pussy,” she said uncertainly.

“Dat’s right, girl,” Andre said with an arrogant grin. “You want my cock so much, taste it after it’s been up yo momma’s pussy.”

Molly hesitated, looking from Andre to her mother and back.

“She doesn’t want it,” Heather said suddenly. “Please -- put it back in me!”

As Heather tried to sit up and reach for his prick, Molly swooped down, sucking as much of his length into her mouth as she could, coughing as the head bumped into the back of her throat. Desperation and the risk of losing Andre to her mother had forced her to do this, to taste her own mother’s pussy on her boyfriend’s cock but as she sucked and licked at it -- she realised she liked it!

“Yeah, taste yo momma’s pussy,” Andre laughed. He pulled his cock from Molly’s lips and slid it back into Heather’s twat, making her groan with a couple of long, deep thrusts, before pulling it back out and letting Molly suck on it again. This time she eagerly took it in her mouth, looking up at him as she licked it clean of her mother’s juices. “Yeah -- dat’s my girl,” he said. “You like how that tastes, don’cha?”

“Mm-hmm,” Molly murmured, her mouth full of his cock. He pulled free of her and pushed her head down, between her mother’s legs.

“Why don’t you taste that pussy straight?” he said, easing her head lower. “Eat yo momma’s pussy.”

Heather gasped as she felt her daughter’s tongue flick out and lap at her pussy lips, hesitant at first but then with more enthusiasm, moving her tongue up and down her slit, working at her clit for a moment before clamping her lips over her hole and sucking, pushing her tongue deep into her twat.

“Uuuhnnnnnnn -- oh God -- oh God -- uuuhmmmmmm,” she groaned as her daughter ate her out, the first time she’d ever felt someone’s mouth on her pussy. Her husband had once offered to go down on her and she had almost screamed in disgust at the idea. Now here she was, naked on her daughter’s bed, Molly’s tongue and fingers working at her pussy while her big-cocked black boyfriend was climbing up behind her.

Dear Jesus -- what’s going on? What am I doing? the rational part of her brain screamed. Is this real? Is this a dream?

“If it is, don’t wake up,” she muttered to herself, reaching down and running her hand through Molly’s hair, holding her in place.

Molly groaned into her mother’s cunt as Andre pulled down the boxer shorts she was still wearing and eased his huge cock into her pussy, quickly speeding up, Molly’s pussy more than used to his size.

“Fuck her,” Heather whispered. “Fuck my daughter.”

Andre did as she commanded -- though he had no intention of not doing it -- and crammed his huge length in and out of Molly’s twat hard and fast, stuffing his huge prick deep into her pussy. She whimpered and shuddered as he fucked her, her pussy contracting around his massive shaft as she continued working her tongue and fingers in and out of her mother’s twat.

“Hey, Prof,” Andre said, slowly pulling his cock free of Molly’s pussy. “Time to taste yo daughter’s pussy.”

Heather watched wide eyed as he approached, hunching down over her face, pointing his big cock at her. Nervously, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, closing her eyes as the big black man eased his pussy-streaked cock between her lips.

“Mmm -- mmmmmfffff,” she mumbled, surprised at how much she liked the taste of her daughter, reaching around to his ass and pulling him closer so more of his dick could enter her mouth.

“Yeah, you like dat?” Andre said. He pulled Molly’s shorts off her legs and tossed them aside before dragging her sideways, moving one leg over her mother’s head and shoulders. He pushed down on her hips, mother and daughter now sixty-nining as he knelt back and watched, stroking his cock.

Heather and Molly ate each other’s pussies, lost in their own worlds, carried away with the situation, concentrating on nothing but their tongues, fingers and pussies and what they were doing to each other. Heather started panting first, feeling her orgasm build which in turn triggered Molly, the pair of them speeding up their fingers, shoving them faster in and out of their pussies as they both licked and sucked at their clits until they both cried out, cumming together. Andre watched them shake and moan for a minute before Molly finally fell to one side, mother and daughter laying side by side but head to toe, each having made the other cum.

“Fuck -- that might’a bin the hottest damn thing I ever seen,” Andre said. He sat back against the wall, his cock held upright, and beckoned Molly over. “Get that ass over here, girl,” he said. “Time to take my cock up it.”

Molly clambered up and made to straddle him before he stopped her and turned her round so that her back was to his chest.

“Spread dat ass, girl,” he said. “It’s yo first time, so you get to go slow when you sit on it.”

Molly reached under herself and pulled her ass cheeks apart as she squatted over his prick, jumping slightly as she felt the head nudge against her ring before she started lowering herself down on it. Slowly, her ass relaxed and the huge knob of Andre’s prick popped inside.

“Oh fuck! Oh fucking hell!” Molly cried. “You’re in my ass!”

“Only just, girl,” Andre said. “Keep going.” Molly started slowly moving up and down, taking a little more each time she went lower, whining deep in her throat. “Prof, get yo face in her pussy,” Andre said.

Oh God, Heather thought, looking over at her daughter as she took Andre’s huge cock up her ass. He wants me to eat Molly’s pussy again -- I shouldn’t -- by everything that’s holy, I shouldn’t -- but I want to!

Heather climbed up and did as he said, diving into her daughter’s twat, licking her cunt as Molly continued lowering her ass down on to Andre’s huge cock.

“Oh fuck -- fucking hell -- aahahhnnnnnn!” Molly groaned, falling back against Andre’s chest, her legs spread wide, his cock in her ass, her mother eating her pussy. “So good -- fucking hell -- uuhnnnnnn!”

“Yeah, told you you’d like it up the ass,” Andre said. He took hold of Molly’s legs behind her knees, taking her weight and controlling the speed of her movements. “Come on, girl, take it all,” he said, bucking his hips up, sliding more and more of his huge shaft into her asshole until Molly’s ass cheeks finally rested on his lap.

“Uuuuhgggnnnnn -- fuuuuuuck!” she groaned, looking down between her huge tits as her mother ate her out and her boyfriend’s cock pulsed inside her ass. “Jesus -- aaahhhhh -- ahhh -- fucking hell!” She moaned as Andre lifted her up and down a few times, sliding his cock in and out of her butt until he lifted her up, his dick popping out of her butt. “Awwww -- put it back in, mom,” she said.

“Lube it up a little first, Prof,” Andre said. Heather took hold of his dick and spat on it a couple of times. “Naw, not like that,” he said. “Suck it -- gag on that mother fucker.”

Heather looked up at them both. “But -- it’s just been -- “

“Yeah, we all know where it’s bin,” Andre said. “Now suck that cock so it can go back up dere.”

Heather looked at the big black cock in her hands. I should refuse, she thought. I should leave, walk out, never come back. She opened her mouth and leaned forward. But I don’t want to.

She slipped the head of Andre’s cock into her mouth straight from her daughter’s ass, lapping and sucking at it, slowly at first, then more eagerly, finding the dirty, kinky act incredibly arousing. She took him deep, gagging on his cock, spit running over and down the shaft.

“Taste my ass, mom,” Molly said, watching her. “Taste my ass, you slut!”

“Don’ be a bitch, girl,” Andre said. “Yo gonna taste yo mom’s ass soon enough.”

“What?” Molly asked before groaning as Heather relinquished Andre’s cock, aiming it at Molly’s asshole once more, the big knob slipping inside her butt.

Andre fucked her ass with long, deep strokes, occasionally pulling her up so that his cock would spring free only to be engulfed by Heather’s willing mouth. She sucked and slurped on it for a moment before guiding it back into her daughter’s asshole so that she could return to eating Molly’s pussy.

“Oh fuck -- oh Jesus -- ohhhh fuck!” Molly cried after just a few minutes, her whole body shaking as she came, her asshole clenching tightly around Andre’s cock as he stuffed the entire length up her back door.

Andre lifted her off and gently moved her to one side before looking down at her mother and grinning.

“Ready to get yo ass fucked, Prof?” he asked her.

Only a couple of days ago, Heather would not have imagined being asked such a thing -- let alone being asked by her daughter’s boyfriend -- let alone being asked by her daughter’s black boyfriend. Yet here she was, turning around on to her hands and knees and looking back over her shoulder as he crouched behind her.

“Do it,” she whispered.

“Nuh-uh, Prof,” he said. “You know what I like. Tell me what you want.”

Despite all that had happened, Heather felt herself blush a little. “Fuck me,” she said a little louder. “Fuck my ass.”

Andre slapped his huge cock down on to her ass, the heavy length laying between her pert, round ass cheeks.

“Come on, Prof -- we both know you can do better than dat.”

“Fuck me,” she said again. “Fuck my ass -- with your big, black cock.”

Andre grinned, his white teeth shining against his dark skin. “Dat’s it, Prof -- keep it up,” he said as he moved his cock down between her cheeks.

“Oh God -- I want it -- I want your cock in my ass -- please -- please fuck my asshole -- fuck my ass with your huge fucking cock ahaahhhhhhhhh!” she cried as Andre pushed forward, the head of his prick easing into her tight, virgin ass. “Oh fuck -- oh Jesus -- oh fuck!” she squealed, reaching behind her and putting her hand on his stomach, trying to stop him moving.

“S’okay, Prof,” he said, remaining still. “You get used to it a’minute.”

Heather panted, feeling unbelievably full with just the head of his cock in her ass -- until the initial shock and pain eased and, as he slowly started moving, it started to feel good.

“How’s dat, Prof?” he asked, pushing another inch into her butt.

“Uuhnnnnn -- it hurts,” she moaned, looking over her shoulder at him. “But it hurts good -- don’t stop.”

“Yeah,” Andre said with a grin. “Jus’ like every other ho I’ve fucked in the ass.”

“Ahhhhh -- I’m -- mmmmm -- not a whore,” Heather said as Andre began fucking her ass longer and harder.

“Whatever you say, Prof,” Andre said.

Molly appeared at his side and kissed him before looking down at where his cock disappeared into her mother’s behind.

“Oh my God,” she said. “You’re fucking my mom’s ass.”

“Damn fucking straight,” Andre said. He pointed at Heather’s butt. “Get yo head down there, girl,” he said. “Yo momma needs some lube.”

Molly hesitated for a second before kneeling down, resting her chin on her mother’s ass cheek. Andre slowly drew his cock from Heather’s ass -- making her moan in disappointment -- before offering it to Molly. She opened her mouth, looked up at him and nodded, allowing him to slide his huge cock between her lips, making her take his cock straight from her mother’s asshole.

“Mmmm -- mmmmm,” she purred as -- like her mother before her -- the act turned her on way more than she thought it ever would. She found herself disappointed when Andre pulled his dick free and slid it back up her mother’s asshole, watching him fuck it for a few strokes before he slipped it out again and fed it to her.

“Fuck my ass,” Heather said as he pushed his dick back inside. “Fuck me -- aaahhhhhh -- harder -- uuhhhhhh -- fuck that white ass!” she cried as Andre crammed his entire length into her butt hard and fast. “Oh Jesus -- fuck -- uuhgggnnnnn -- gonna cum -- aahhuuhh -- cumming -- with a cock in my aahhhhhhhh!” she cried as she came, Andre stuffing his cock in and out of her butt.

“Fuck!” Andre grunted. “Gonna cum.”

As Heather fell forward and on to her back, he pulled his prick free and moved round to her head, Molly following him, putting her face next to her mother’s. He groaned, pointing his enormous shaft at them and unleashed a torrent of jizz over both their faces. Line after line of cum poured and spurted from his cock, his balls twitching as they pumped what seemed like a never ending supply of thick, white jism, covering mother and daughter in his seed.

Molly and Heather laid next to each other, mouths open, licking up his load from their own lips and then from one another’s, their tongues lapping at the gooey fluid as they kissed.

Finally, Andre’s prick stopped cumming and he stood there, cock in hand, watching the mother and daughter clean each other up.

“So, Molly,” Heather asked her daughter. “Can I share him?”

Molly frowned a little, but not much. “Okay -- but he’s still my boyfriend, not yours.”

Heather looked over at the tall, handsome black man whose cock was already showing signs of returning to life.

“Hmm. Maybe I’ll have to find one of my own, then,” she said with a smile.

THE END