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A Long Stormy Night Ch. 01

By: RonDixen



PRELUDE: 

The Heroine: Jenny McCarthy

The Hero: Lance Blackman

The Villains: Clem Gardener (father), Jake Gardener (oldest son) & Virgil Gardener (youngest son)

Rodger McCarthy: Husband to Jenny

Tommy McCarthy: son of Jenny and Rodger (last two characters are not seen in story, Rodger speaks on phone, Tommy only as reference. 

Jeff: the insect exterminator 

I

The ominous dark clouds blanketed the skyline bringing an early nightfall to the woodland valley. A local crew of men working on a nearby road, called it a day and headed for home, the ground shook subtly as the massive vehicles and machines journeyed back to the main road. 

A strange calm but eerie aura seemed to lurk somewhere just beneath the surface of thought. Birds, insects and other animals seemed to disappear or take refuge in hidden silence, as if anticipating something coming, something they wanted no part of.

A loud authoritative knock on the door, startles the young blond woman, sitting on her sofa eating dinner. Gently she places the plate on the living room table, lowers the TV with the remote, and makes her way to the front door.

"Hey Ms, McCarthy, just wanted to let you know, I sprayed beneath the deck where you said you saw that ant hill."

"Thanks Jeff, you're finished already,' Jenny asked.

"Yeah, I'm glad I got here when I did, looks like a storms on the way."

"The weather channel said there's storms in the area but they're predicting it won't amount to much, just a short passing storm." Jenny stuttered, which she always seemed to do around the caramel skinned African American man, with a physique that rivaled Mister Olympia. His short dark curly hair, light brown eyes and extremely wide body, reminded her of the Incredible Hulk. 

"Ms. McCarthy, uh...is there anything else I can do for you ma'am," he asked, conscientiously, forcing her thoughts back to the moment. "You sure could she thought," however what she said was...

"Oh, no...Jeff, may I ask you a bit of a personal question."

"Only if you're sure you want to hear the answer," the wide muscular man chides.

"Fair enough, tell me, were you ever a professional body builder?"

"Hah, funny you should ask that, as a matter a fact, I won the Mister Florida, the Mister America as well as the Junior and Senior NPC Tournaments."

"Wow that explains it, I knew a man with your bod...I mean physique like yours has to have some professional ambitions, I can tell you must have put a lot of time in it."

"Have I," repeated. "Ma'am since I was fifteen years old, I've been pumping iron. I guess it's all in the family. You see I'm the youngest of three brothers and they got me into it. 

"Her long French manicured fingernails, gently strokes along the edge of the door as she listens carefully. Finally she catches herself staring, taking in the site of his big powerful body, his massive and light hairy chest, thick thighs and arms bulging from the uniform rolled up his sleeves, and of course the long thick imprint of a massive object unsuccessfully trying to hide behind the fabric of his pants. 

"So when are coming back next month," she inquired feeling some shame for viewing him as a tasty piece of meat she longed to devour. 

"Uh...should be between the 10 and the 15th, about exactly this time a month from now," he answered, knowing the woman had to know this already. 

It pained her to end their brief conversation but after all she was a married woman with a child, if nothing else, she'd have to at least hold on to her lust for him in her fantasies. 

"Oh well, I wanna get back to town before whatever's coming gets here, see you next month Ms. McCarthy."

Fearing she'd say something that would convey her thoughts, she simply nods her head and pretends to close the door, but only partially as she cleverly spied the hulking exterminator, particularly his thick hard and round muscular bubble butt. 

Upon reaching his truck he suddenly turns back and catches the spying woman just as she closes the door completely.

Returning to her curled up position on the couch; she finds that everything seemed different now. Her meal now cold and bland, the TV show, had finished and everything seemed boring to her, with the one exception of her thoughts, which focused on the events from only moments ago. 

Placing the plate on the table she stares off in to space, letting her mind and imagination run away with thoughts. 

A knock at the door interrupts her meal. She opens the door and there he stands, all six foot even and 250 pounds of massive muscular manhood. 

"Hey Ms. McCarthy, just wanted to let you know, I sprayed beneath the deck where you said you saw that ant hill."

"Very good, thank you so much Jeff."

"Is there anything else I can do for you ma'am?"

"As a matter of fact you can. You see I have this leaky pipe in my house, that just keeps on leaking, I need it stuffed and plugged up. You think you could handle that," she asks seductively staring down at his crouch.

"Yeah, let me have a look at it. I've always been excellent at plugging things up," he answers, licking his lips responds in the same fashion.

"Good, come on in," she offered.

She can feel his eyes burning on her backside as she sashays her way into the living room. Her tight jean shorts with frayed ends, fully displayed her long shapely legs, wearing no shoes she practically prances in her bare feet, allowing the bright yellow, T-shirt to rise above her belly button. 

Stopping in front of the sofa she states; "Now I feel I must warn you. This pipe hasn't been tended to in some time, that's why it's so leaky, I hope you've got the equipment to handle the job." She states, gently massaging her thighs. 

"Hmm, that's a fair question, here's my answer.'

Zip, snap, drop, and down goes his pants, "Do you think this equipment will do,' he asked.

Jenny turns to see the man's pants dropped below his knees. Clearly he hadn't worn any underwear, but that thought quickly diminishes upon the sight of the mammoth size cock, dangling between his legs. 

Gasping as she covers her mouth in disbelief she remarked; "My god, is that all you there?"

He takes her hand and firmly slides it up and down the full length of his growing man-club and answers; "What do you think?"

"My goodness, now I'm wondering if you might be over qualified."

Stepping closer, he wraps his large hands around her tight heart shaped ass and pulls her into him, "Well then, I say, I'm gonna have to bring you up to my level." 

He palms the back of her head and kisses her deeply. Her small hands attempt to push away, but his sheer strength size and manly power weakens her resistance. She moans softly giving in, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she melts into his embrace.

He pushes her away and practically order, "How about lubing up this equipment so I can start clogging up this pipe of yours."

His strong hands slide on to her shoulders, gently but firmly pressing her down to her knees. Once again she gasps, coming within inches of his oversized cock. 

"Come on girl, get it nice and slick for me.'

She reaches out slowly taking hold of the fuck tool. Licking her lips she lifts the heavy uncircumcised cock to her mouth, amazed at how it continued to grow and grow. Feeling the warmth and thickness in her hand, she quickly took note of the many veins bulging on the surface. Pulling back the thin layer of foreskin in her hands, she shivers, as she slides him into her warm moist mouth. 

Once again his hand palms the back of her head, guiding her down mid-length of the mighty love organ which threatened to choke off her air. The expansive size of his cock head forces her throat open on it's way down. 

"That's right shorty, suck it right, mmm yeah, swallow that thang."

Staring down at the long thick circumference of the vascular cock sliding in and out her mouth gave her chills. Large drops of precum, salvia dribbles down her chin, and she struggles just to steal a breath through her nose. 

"Now let's see how good you really are babe," he forces nearly three quarters of his cock into her mouth. His thick powerful legs shaking from the sheer sexual bliss he felt from her tight throat flexing and trying to accommodate his massive invasion. Harshly teasing her, he pinches her nose, cutting off any air she might have received. 

Suddenly she starts waving her hands, beating his thick powerful thighs as she fights for air. Finally he releases her head, which pops off the bobbing sex tool. Coughing she tries to catch her breath while staring at the ramrod cock, hovering before her face, continuously dripping precum on the floor. 

Using his cock like a giant pencil he wipes the slippery wet liquids all over her face, before grabbing her hair and shoving it back down her throat. 

Staring up at him, his rippling abs, huge chest, and broad smile gleaming tells her, he's pleased with her performance. 

"Ah fuck ya," he shouts, throwing his head back. She can feel his throbbing veins growing thicker. She could feel the hot cum surging up through his pulsating dick. She tries to pull off, but the owner of the big black cock places both his hands on the back of her head, forcing nearly his entire cock down her throat as it began to spit white cum down her throat and into her stomach. 

"Yeah baby, hmm yeah, drink it down, mmm milk that fucking cock."

The hot horny blond felt as if she'd put a water hose in her mouth, the enormously hard cock continued to fire long hot streams of cum into her mouth to the point she feared she would drown on it. 

"Ahhh yeah girl, that was soo good, I'm ready now, come here," he growled, snatching her by the hair bending her over the couch and lining his fuck stick against her tight pussy. "It's time for me to stuff up this pipe."

"No, no wait, it's been a long time, I've got some lube in the bathroom, wait...wait please!"

The powerhouse black man ignored her cries and continued driving his rock hard cock pass the entrance of her pussy, until it stretched and finally pops open. 

"Ahhh...ahhh......oooh Jefffrerrry,' she screams, biting down into the sofa armrest cushion."

"Damn baby you got the tightest sweetest little pussy I've ever been in."

As she fought to maintain her composure, she imagines the powerfully wide, heavily built man's cock which looked more like a xxx-large cucumber, with a long upward curve and an helmet like head, stretching out the walls of her pussy, as he rams her steady and deep. He takes her by her hips, yanking her back as he trusts forward, lifting her off her feet, gyrating his large buttocks, literally screwing her with his big black cock and she loved every second of it.

"Oh Jeffery...Jeffery take me, take me like you own me!"

"Is that what you want bitch...huh...is that what you want slut...huh."

"Yes, oh yes, make me take it, make me take your big black cock."

Hearing her love cheer, he responds by increasing his pace, ramming harder, faster and deeper inside her womb. "Tell me bitch, does your husband know how much you love big black cocks, huh, does he," he snarls as he slams harder inside her vaginal walls.

"Noooo!"

"Yeah, I bet he doesn't, I bet he don't fuck you like this does he, does he?"

"Oh god noooo!"

"That's right hoe, this pussy's mind now and you right along with it. Does he have a big cock or a fuckin weenie."

"Not like yours, it's a weenie," she cries.

"Hmmum, how do you think he'd act if he knew that right now his darling little wife's getting fucked the shit out of by a big black man with a big black cock, what do you think he'd say?"

"I don't know," she shouts, "I don't know."

"Well let's find out shall we," he lifts her by her hips, pulling her away from the sofa, walks across the room, and over to the landline phone. "Pick it up bitch, come on, pick up that goddamn phone and call your husband."

"Wh...what, no please baby, I can't do that I can't do tha...," the force of his trusts rock her entire body, buckling her knees. 

"I...said...pick it up Goddamnit, pick up that phone bitch, call your hubby and tell him how much you love my big black prick right in your pussy."

"I can't please don't make me do it."

"Oh I see you still got some rebel in you, okay, let's turn up the heat on this shit. "He abruptly pulls out her sopping wet love canal and rubs the enormous head of his fuck handle right against her extra tight sphincter.

"Oh god no, oh god please, what are you doing, not even my husband's ever fucked me in my ass, please don't..."

"Shut up and stop bitching hoe," he growls, snatching her hair and yanking her head back, you never gave your husband your ass because he didn't deserve it. You're getting fucked by a real man now, I gonna bust this ass wide open."

"No Jeffery no, I'll do anything just...AAAAH...OOOH SHIT, IT'S IN MY ASSSSS!"

The overwhelmed housewife's head felt light as stars of light danced before her eyes. "Stop it...stop it...stop, you're raping me!"

'You don't want me to stop, this is what you've been longing for all your boring ass life, but if you really want to stop, then get on the phone and call that little dick husband of yours, tell him, his half ass loving is no longer required and from now on, you only crave big black cocks, pick up bitch, pick it up and tell him, tell him, or I'll kill you with this dick."

Twice she drops the phone as her traumatized body shook violently from the cock invasion. Finally she manages to push the button and Rodger picks up on the first ring. "Hello"

'Hello Rodger"

"Hey honey, how's it going?"

"Deep...so deep baby"

"Huh, what's that you're saying?"

"Tell him bitch, tell him exactly what you're doing, tell him or I'll rip this ass in two.

"Rodger...ooo...sss...Rodger, I have to tell you...something."

"What is it dear, you know you can tell me anything."

"Oh Rodger, I'm so sorry."

"'Stop bullshitting around, tell that shrimp dick faggot, what you're doing."

"Rodger, he's fucking me so hard, his dick is too big, it's killing me."

'Uh...eh...Jenny, did I hear you correctly, who's killing you?"

"He's sticking his cock so deep inside my ass, a black man is fucking me Rodger, he's raping my ass Rodger and I love it."

"Say what, Jenny have you lost your goddamn mind?"

"Yes Rodger for big...black...cock, yesss, he's tearing my ass and pussy up."

"How dare you call me like this."

"It's his fault Rodger, he's making me call you."

"Give me that phone bitch," Jeffery barks, snatching it from her hand, "Hey Rodger is that you."

"Who the hell is this," Rodger shouts.

"I'm the owner of this big black cock jammed balls deep inside your wife's tight little ass. Too bad I could use you as a foot stool while I fuck your wife."

"Why you arrogant self-righteous bastard, you have the nerve to call me while you're fucking my wife, are you insane?"

"No, I'm fucking the shit out your wife and guess what bitch boy, I'm gonna give you a little treat. On your behalf, I'm gonna cum inside her hot pussy and give her a big black baby."

"Here's your wife, listen to her beg, plead and cheer me on as I empty my load inside her twat. Take this goddamn phone bitch."

The cock stuffed woman yelped and cried out as the pain and pleasure as he withdraws his cock from her ass and stuffs it back inside her throbbing pussy with deep penetration. 

"Rodger please make him stop, make him stop, oh god make him stop."

"Bullshit, you don't want me to stop, you want him to hear you cum, like this," Jeffery reaches around her waist, and begins massaging, pinching and rubbing her erect clitoris. 

"NO, OH NO...Rodger...he's...he's making me cum...OOOOOOO!"

Her body moved as if devoid of a spine, a serpent, seductively her very insides burning and on fire. Her cock strong lover, growls as he barks; "Let's show him how it's done, let's give him a real show."

With both his hands gripping her little hips, he goes on a rampage, sticking and slamming into her pussy with all his might, while stroking her red hot clit.

"OOOH I...I CAN'T STOP CUMMING!"

"Yes ooh yeah, I feel your cunt walls, vibrating all around my big black dick, baby oooh, I'm cumin too, here it cums aaaaah!"

Lifting Jenny completely off her feet, he holds her suspended in the air as he jams and jams until finally slamming her down on his erupting cock as it vomits a massive load of cum inside her.

The sound of the roaring thunder finally interrupts her fantasy. Her hands and body continue to shake from the intense surreal vision. 

Hearing the phone ring, she climbs off the sofa and feels a gush of hot liquid cascading down her legs. She'd never come so hard before 

"Hi Rodger"

"Hey honey, how's it going?"

"Everything's okay, how about yourself?"

"Great, just great, just called to let you know, we're in the Pocono's now and we'll probably lose the signal. Hey I thought you were going over to Kate's place for the weekend."

"Oh I changed my mind, I'm gonna at least try finishing that book I've been trying to finish for the last couple of months. How's Tommy?"

"You know our son, bright eyed and asking five thousand questions. He's sitting with the scout master right now. You want to speak with him?"

"That's okay, as long as he's enjoying himself, but as soon as you get a signal again, have him call me."

"Will do honey, you miss us?"

"Of course I do"

"So you're going to just spend the whole weekend by yourself huh?"

"That's what I'm planning, but you know me, I'll probably run over there tomorrow if I get too bored."

"You're okay right?"

"Yes Rodger, I'm fine, there's a storm coming soon, but the weather station said it'll be quick and not too bad."

"Good that's good, okay honey, I'll contact you as soon as we get to our camp site, or when we're at a location where the signal gets through. Talk to you then okay.'

"Okay Rodger"

"Love ya honey."

"Love you to, and don't forget to give Tommy a kiss and tell him his mother sends her love, bye."

"Bye honey"

"Uh...honey are you sure you're gonna be okay, I mean staying home by yourself, I really think you should go to your sister's."

"Rodger I'm a big girl, and I don't need to have my hand held, aside from the storm which like I said won't amount to much, so you guys go on and have a good time, bye."

"O...kay bye honey."





 II

 The local weather station only referred to a minor passing storm, however the scene unfolding just outside of Jenny's window, told a whole other story. Small trees, twigs, branches, along with trash cans and it's contents all joined in a parade driven by the intense tropical winds of the storm. 

Rain pelted against the window, and a growing sense of fear began gripping her stomach. 

Suddenly a brilliant light illuminates the dark night. She sees a long jagged lightening bolt striking in the distance, followed by the rumble of thunder, which seemed to shake the very foundation of her house, as well as her insides. 

When her husband and son left for a camping trip, she told them she'd stay at her sister's house across town, but decided to just curl up on the sofa read a book and rest, a decision she now started to regret. 

Stepping away from the window, she picks up her phone and calls her sister, but when the answering machine picked up, she began to worry about her sister. She calls her sister's cell phone, and still no answer. She wanted to call her husband, but by now he would be way up in the mountains, well out of range for reception.

Retreating to her sofa, she grabs her book and attempts to ignore the raging storm and follow through with her plans for the evening. Before she could finish reading the first paragraph, another flash of light illuminates the room, and every thing goes black.


A Long Stormy Night Ch. 01



She screamed loudly, and quickly came to the realization this storm was too powerful to ignore. It took her a while to locate one of the display candles on the mantle, and some time to find a lighter, then to dig out a battery powered lantern in the kitchen drawer. She sighs in relief just as a loud sound rings out. Something had made contact with her house. 

At first she explored the possibility of just ignoring whatever it was, however her curiosity got the better of her. She decides to investigate. Gingerly she made her way in the direction of where she believed the crash originated. 

Pausing once she reached the kitchen door leading to the garage, she listens carefully for any signs of movement. Unfortunately the strong wind and thunder prevented her from distinguishing one sound from another. A small bead of sweat drops from her forehead and on to her hand, extending to the doorknob. She hesitates again, fighting her fear of unknown, which battled her curiosity. Finally she twists and pulls the door open. 

Shinning the lantern she glances about the dark garage and discovers the rollup door ripped open by the storm. She sighs once again, closes the kitchen door, when she hears the sound of glass shattering somewhere inside the house. Totally distracted, she closes but leaves the door unlocked as she traces the sound of the glass. 

After searching the area, and finding no signs of damage, she concludes that the sound must have taken place upstairs. Slowly she climbs the staircase. The light given off by the lantern dances about, reflecting her shaking hands. Opening the door to her son's bedroom, she sees a broken window. Wind swept rain blasting through the cracks of the glass. She contemplates attempting to fix the shattered window, steps on a fragment of glass, cutting her foot, when startled by the sight of her reflection in the mirror above her son's dresser. 

Her normally silky blond hair, frayed, her eyes tired and stressed, she looked more like an aging witch, than the proud blond bombshell she fought so hard to become. The sight of her extremely large breast caught her eye and for a moment she felt proud. They costs enough she reasoned. 

Closing the door she steps toward the master bedroom, when she heard another noise downstairs. Unlike the other sounds, this one seemed a bit subtle. The hairs on the back of her head rose up as she concluded that this sounded as if some one was walking.  

A violent shutter ripples through her body, as she peers over the overhead railing above the living room and sees a light flashing from down stairs. Slowly she backs away, barely able to move or speak. 

"Some one else is here," a voice remarks, making it official, she was not alone. 

"Don't worry about that, we got a job to do, let's go."

"Burglars, oh god, there's burglars in my home," she thought. She cursed Rodger for leaving her here by herself, she cursed herself for no following through on her original plan. There was a gun in a strong box beneath her bed, if only she could reach it, maybe she'd have a chance. Creeping along the upstairs passageway, she reaches the bedroom. 

In a cruel twist of fate, the door opens and makes a loud squeaking noise. Her heart races upon hearing someone say; "Upstairs"

Jenny rushes inside the bedroom, closes, and locks the door behind her. Blinded by fear and panic, she scans about the room, but is unable to focus her thoughts. By the time she gathers herself, she hears the doorknob turn. 

Backing away from the door, she remembers the hand gun beneath the bed but trips falling over a slipper lying randomly on the floor, causing her to drop the lantern. She scrambles to recover the light when a flash of lightening brightens the room, and the sound of someone pounding on the door, coincides with the rumble of thunder. 

In a panic she gasps loudly, just as the door's kicked open and in rushes three menacing looking strangers. For several seconds, they stare at each other, as if lost in the moment.

Jenny recovers first and makes a dash under the bed. Her hand reaches the strong box, just as someone grabs her ankles and yanks her back out. 

Once again nothing is said between them, however the three strangers wear smiles to grimaces on their harsh faces as they scanned the frightened woman lying helplessly on the floor.

A short man with a receding hair line takes a step closer. "Is this your home Ms.?"

Too frighten to respond, Jenny covers her mouth, trying to maintain what little composure she had left. 

"Hey lady I'm talking to you, is this your house," the short portly man repeated.

She struggles momentarily before shouting, "Get out my house!"

A tall lean breaded man smiles and exclaims, "Well at least she ain't deaf and dumb."

"Of course she's not deaf and dumb, but I got my doubts about your ass," the short man snapped, "now get the rope and tie her up."

The tall man and a very young looking man take hold of Jenny's arms, as she fights to break free. "Let me go, let me go, take what you want and leave me alone."

"Uh...where should we tie her up," the youthful looking man asked.

"Hell if I know, tie her up in that corner chair, and hurry up," the older man orders.

Jenny struggles in vain, knowing she doesn't stand a chance against the intruders. The men smile gleefully as they closely observer their prisoner. "Gosh, she a pretty one ain't she," the kid exclaimed.

"Yeah she's got nice tits too," the tall guy added. "It's a shame we have to..."

"Okay you two horn dogs, don't get no funny ideas, we're here to do a job, and that's just what we're gonna do."

The men quickly wrap duct tape around her arms and the chair; they also wrap her wrists and ankles. 

"Well she's all tied up," the tall guy stated.

The older man glances over at the frighten woman and nods his head in approval. "Okay let's go get that money," he referred to the tall man, and you stay here," referring to the kid, "trash this place, make it look good, do you think you can handle that?" 

"Yes sir, if there's one thing I'm good at, that's fucking shit up."

"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of," the older man grumbled. Then turns his attention to their prisoner, "Now you listen here little lady, I know yer scared, and I reckon you got a right to be, just the same, you don't give us any trouble and we'll do the same for you." He turns to the young kid, "If she starts screaming put that tape over her mouth and please don't do nothing stupid."

Jenny watched the two men leave the room. The fact that they didn't seem too bright gave her small relief, maybe they'd just rob her home and leave her. From what she could surmise this far, the three men bore a resemblance to each other, causing her to wonder, might there be a family relationship between them. 

The sound of roaring thunder brought her thoughts back to the moment. She glanced around just as the boy pulls out a dresser drawer and tosses the contents on the floor. He pulls a second and then a third before looking over and sees Jenny watching him.  

"Please let me go"

"Sorry lady, but we got a job to do."

"I know that, you're robbing my home, but if you let me go, I won't tell anyone, take whatever you want."

"Well that's what we're doing ma'am."

"Is that your father and brother with you?"

"Uh...huh, how'd you know that?"

"Listen, you don't have to trash my room, I'll tell you where the money is, you get it and go."

"We already know where you hide your money."

"If you know that, then you know it's not here, so why are you wrecking my bedroom?"

"Because we gotta make it look...good"

"Make what look good?"

"Goddamn you, you're a slick one, stop asking me all these tricky questions, just sit there and keep your mouth closed. 

Sensing a weak link in the group, the housewife concentrated on distracting the young man. "You're new at this aren't you?"

"New to what," he asked turning the question around.

"Robbing homes, I can tell you're a nice young man, handsome as well."

He tosses a load of clothes on to the floor, he just pulled out a closet and stops as he hears the compliment, "Why that's a nice thing to say ma'am, thank you."

"Are still in school?"

"Nah, I dropped out, I had better things to do."

"Like robbing and taking the property of others."

"Hey it beats flipping burgers, besides we're gonna get a nice load of...Aw shit, there you go again, okay that's it. Sorry ma'am but I'm gonna have to tape your mouth shut."

"Please don't do that, okay, I'll be quiet, I promise."

"Okay this is your last oppor...opera...your last chance, now sit there and keep quite."

Jenny's mind worked quickly, as she contemplated their intensions. Why were they trashing her place, they seemed to know the location of the money, so why did they need to make things look good. Determined she decided to find out why.

"Excuse me young man, can I at least ask you one more question?"

"Now what is it," he responds annoyed.

"Can you bring me a glass of water please?"

"Does it look like I'm carrying a canteen with me," he snapped.

"There's a cup in the bathroom, you can fill it with the water from the faucet."

"Oh...oh yeah, okay, wait here."

The kid goes into the bathroom and returns with a cup filled with water. "Here you go," he states, extending the cup to her."

"That's not going to be easy with my wrist tied up."

"Open your mouth; I'll pour it for you."

Reluctantly she drinks the water down and then states; thank you, now could you do me one last favor?"

"Ma'am you're really starting to get on my nerves, what do you need now?"

"Well when I get nervous, I mean really nervous, like now, I need something to calm me down."

"I ain't got no drugs lady"

"On no not that, I had something else in mind. I need something hard to suck on."

"Say what"

"When I'm nervous, I like to suck hard things like peppermints, any hard candy and a lot other things, you know what I mean," she states empathically looking at the boy's hardening cock. 

"Uh...eh, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not"

"Cause I'm here on the job."

"That's good, because I'll give you a real good job," she proclaims boldly. 

"You will, gosh ma'am, eh...I don't know. I don't think the others would like that."

"It's not for them, it's for you sugar,' she answers, covertly mimicking his Southern accent. 

"Gosh ma'am, nobody's ever spoke to me like that, but I think I'll get in trouble..."

"Listen up sugar, I know you're young but I can see you're a real man, so strong and handsome. They don't see it but I do, why don't you cut me out of this tape and let me prove it."

"But suppose they come back here?"

"Don't let them stop you from getting your just deserts, you're a real man aren't you," she asks, challenging his manhood.

"Hell yeah"

"Well why don't you let this woman show you just how much she enjoys a real man," she glances down at the bulge in his pants, licks her lips and says; "Come on sugar, let me taste it, let me suck it."

"Oh...oh wow ma'am, okay...uh, okay," he rushes over, snatching his hard cock from his pants, "Well here it is."

"Mmm, it's so big, come here daddy," she cried leaning forward and sucking his cock into her hungry mouth.

"Oh my gosh...damn ma'am, you're swallowing the whole thing."

Jenny sucked feverishly all the while watching the boy squirm before her. She allows the cock to slide out her mouth and exclaims, "You like that sugar?"

"Like it, it's better than liver pudding and a bowl of grits, hell yeah I like it, don't stop now, keep going."

"I can make it feel even better if you take this tape off my wrists."

"You're doing find ma'am, just keep going."

"Come on big daddy, I need to hold it, so I can suck it better, please, I swear I ain't going no where. Take this tape off and let me really suck this thing."

The sound of her sexy voice, sent shivers through the body of the kid as he grew weak from her seductive encouragement."

"Oh, oh alright, hang on."

He quickly pulls out a box cutter, splits, and removes the tape from her wrists. 

"Oh yes, thank you sugar, that feels so much better, now where was I," she licks her lips staring at the 7 inch twitching pole dangling before her.

"You were giving me the best blow job in my life."

"Oh yes, that's right, hang on baby, I'm about to send you on a space shuttle, so close your eyes. 

The foolish young buck, obediently closes his eyes, enjoying the serving of his cock, never seeing the woman take hold of a trophy mounted on the nearby dresser. 

In one swift motion she bites down hard on the cock, snatches the trophy and smashes it over the young boy's head. 

"Ah shit," he cries falling and rolling along the floor in pain. 

She quickly removes the tape from her ankles and leaps to her feet. Suddenly she's torn between snatching the gun or simply using the time to escape. She chooses the former and dashes out the door. Upon reaching the staircase, she recoils in horror as she sees the two men coming up the steps.

"Oh my god," she cries as a roar of thunder shakes the house. 

"What in the hell," the older man shouts. Get that bitch!"

Jenny runs back into the room, throws herself on the floor, climbs under the bed, and takes hold of the strong box, unfortunately, once again her ankles are grabbed and she's pulled back out.

"Help, somebody please help, help!"

"Put a muzzle on that bitch," the older man ordered.

The tall man lifts her up, tosses her back into the seat and immediately covers her mouth, before slapping her silly. 

The two men glance down at the young boy, squirming on the floor. 

"Virgil can't you do anything right, all you had to do is..." the shock of seeing the boy's pants down below his waist, answered whatever question he wanted to ask. "I'll be damned. I guess I don't have to ask why you're squirming on the floor like a worm in a frying pan. Boy you got to be the stupidest asshole I've ever seen. It's a wonder how you made your way out the goddamn womb."

"She fooled me," Virgil cried.

"That didn't take much effort, Jake help your brother up and as for you little wench, you're gonna pay for the shit you pulled."

The older man walks up to Jenny, and coldly looked in to her tear filled eyes and remarks; "Take the tape off, I wanna talk to this little strumpet."

Jake rips the tape from her mouth harshly, causing her to cry out.

"Okay missy, we know there's 20 thousand dollars stashed in this house. We found the stash below the kitchen floor, but that was only ten, where's the rest."

"Twenty thousand, in the kitchen, I don't know..."

The slap to her face, stopped her in mid sentence. Don't play games with me hussy, where's the goddamn money?"

"How did you know where we keep our money, who told you that?"

"Damnit I'm asking the questions here. Now you listen to me little gal, you've just about run out of all the patience I got, so you better tell me where the rest of that money is and I wanna know right now, or thing's are gonna get rough."

"There was only ten thousand, I don't know who told you all this, but we only had ten thousand saved, I swear," Jenny cried.

"Hey pops she sounds serious," Jake remarked.

"What the hell do you know, but I gotta admit, something ain't smelling right here."

"I told Jake he should've showered," Virgil interjected.

"You two idiots are pitiful."

The older man paces the floor several times and then stops as if an idea came to mind. "You know what boys, I think that guy pulled one over on us."

"Well ten thousand is still ten thousand, Virgil exclaims."

"Not when you're promised twice that amount. Somebody's gotta pay for this shit," he snarls glancing at Jenny.

"We'll show that bastard, hey boy's who's up for wild man?"

The two men erupted with glee as they turned their attention toward their captive. While Jenny didn't know what wild man was, she knew enough to know that it wouldn't be good for her. 

"What are you going to do?"

The old man nods; "My Name's Clem Perkins ma'am, and these are my two boys, Jake and you've gotten to know Virgil the asshole. "You got a lot of questions little lady, so in light of the circumstances, I think it's time you get a few answers. "We're what you call Meth-runners. In other words we make crystal meth and sell it in the Las Vegas area. Not long ago I was playing at a blackjack table and this city slicker sitting across from me, took one look at me and thought he had a country bumpkin, but what he didn't reckon was, I've sat at that table for years and years. So I guess you could say I lured him into what'cha might call a false sense of security and before he knew it, he was 2, then 5, then 10 thousand in the hole. The sneaky asshole thought he could creep out the back way with his bitch, but my boys Jake and Virgil was Johnny on the spot and nailed his ass. We were about a hog calling away from making him a road waffle when he tells us about this little stash tucked away somewhere in his house."

"Rodger...you're talking about my husband?"

"I'm not talking about Donald Trump lady. Anyway, he tells us that there's ten thousand dollars waiting for us and all that's standing in our way is his nagging ass wife. No offense, he said it."

"I...I don't believe you, Rodger would never..." the words froze in her throat as she recalled the moments leading up to the so-called scout weekend with their son Tommy. Spending time in the woods, camping was something he never showed any interests in. In fact he actually distained the very idea of outdoorsmen-ship, suddenly things became clear to the captive housewife. 

"Hey boys, I think the gal's starting to put two and two together," the older man stated.

"That lousy son-of-a-bitch, he sold me out for a couple of grand."

"That's right ma'am," Jake interjected. "He said you were nothing but trouble. To tell you the truth, I think he liked that lady he was with a lot more than you."

"Why that dirty bastard, I'll get him, I'll get him," Jenny shouts angrily. 

"Now the way I reckon, he lied, and told us, they'd be an additional ten thousand here in the house, to make up for our trouble but now that we're here I see, there was never any twenty thousand here. At any rate, I don't think you'll be around to get your revenge, but don't you worry none gal, when we catch up to him, we'll be more than happy, to take a piece out his ass for ya."

"Won't be around, what does that mean?"

"That means little lady, you're in a lot of trouble.

"But you got ten thousand, I can't stop you, why don't you just leave?"

"When we take on a job we stay till it's finished."

"Right and you got the money, now what?"

"Now I'm afraid you gotta die."

"What, you're crazy, it's not me you want, it's my husband."

"Sure you're right, but the way I see it, we need to send him a message."

"No, no please, this doesn't make sense, you don't have to do this."

"Sorry ma'am but business is business, too bad you chosen a lousy son-of-a-bitch to marry." He pulls a long machete from his backpack and stares at the horrified woman. 'Now about this game we're gonna play wit ya. Me and my boys are gonna take turns having our way wit ya, and if you tell us where you're husband is, we'll take it easy, but the longer you don't, we'll you're gonna start losing body parts."

"Oh my god, oh my god help...help!"

Jake rushes forward and slaps the tape back on her mouth. "Alright boys, strap her to the bed and Virgil since you're such a horn dog, you get first crack, then you Jake and I'll bring up the rear. Then I reckon we'll probably have to torch this place.

"Jenny screams at the top of her lungs, but the tape blocking her mouth muffles the sound. 

The two brothers lay Jenny on the bed, as she kicks and continues to scream. Separating and then tying her arms to either side of the headboard, then using a rope, they separate each leg, tied them to two 35 pound weights and dangled them over opposite sides of the bed. Spread wide open and helpless, she cried as she watched young Virgil quickly strip off his clothes, climb on to the bed, between her legs.




A Long Stormy Night Ch. 01



"Now ain't that a sight for soar eyes aye boys," Clem snickers, taking a long gulp of whiskey, before passing the bottle to Jake. 

"Heh, heh, can we cum in her Pops," Virgil inquired"

"I don't see why not, after we torch this place ain't gonna much of that there forensic evidence left behind, so I guess it's a free for all." He takes back the bottle and raises it high toward his younger son, who's not having an easy time finding the vaginal entrance in the dark room.

"Hey boy what's taking you so long," Clem asks.

"I can't find the door in the dark Pops."

"It's a miracle you can find your own cock Jughead."

A flash of lightening brightens the room and Virgil finds his mark, "I found it."

"Thank god, now show that wench what you got boy."

Jenny squirms and tries desperately to avoid the rock hard penis invasion.

"Clem takes another swing of his alcoholic beverage and remarked; "Now there ain't no sense in you squirming gal, just lie there and take it. Ain't nobody coming to save you."

"Wanna bet," a strong, deep powerful voice calls out behind them. 

All heads turn toward the large shadowy figure standing at the bedroom doorway. 

TO BE CONTINUED... 



A Long Stormy Night Ch. 02



III

The radiant glow of a lightening bolt striking near by, brightens the room long enough for Clem, Jake and Virgil to see a huge man standing in the doorway of the bedroom. 

Jake points his flashlight at the door and shouts, "Who the hell are you?"

"The last son-of-a-bitch you wanna fuck with, so I suggest you and your swamp rats get out now while you still have the chance."

"He's a cop," Jake shouted.

"Like that makes any difference, listen boy, you're the one that needs to move on. I outta warn you, we have no problems blowing a bullet hole in your black ass," Clem growled. 

"You gotta better shot at blown my dick than putting a bullet in me."

"Let's see about that darkie," Jake barks, withdrawing his Smith & Wesson and firing off a single shot at the intruder, simultaneously a flash of lightening followed by a loud blast of thunder leaves the tall man perplexed as to whether he hit his target. "Where'd he Go, do you think I hit 'em?"

"It don't matter none, there's three of us and one of him, spread out, we'll nail that black weasel."

"But what about, uh..." Virgil exclaims nodding his over to Jenny on the bed.

"We'll take care of her soon enough, she ain't going no where, now do as I say boy," Clem ordered.

Clem holds his rifle waist high as he exits the room, followed by Jake and finally Virgil. 

Clem directs Virgil to stay upstairs, and check the other rooms, while he and Jake conduct their search downstairs. 

Virgil stops just at the doorway of another bedroom. He hesitates wishing he could have fulfilled his destiny by inserting his love stick inside the woman back in the master bedroom. The vision of her beautifully dark tanned body, huge breasts, baby blue eyes, shinny blond hair made his cock spring to life, causing him to become distracted with the mission at hand. 

Jenny lies in the bed, still trying to figure out if the man who interrupted her certain doom, had a bullet hit him, she silently prayed that this was not the case. The evening started out so nicely. Her husband finally accompanies her son on Boy Scout camping trip, she forgoes staying at her sister's house, preferring to relax at home and catch up on some reading. Unfortunately everything went to hell, when a powerful storm wrecks her garage, a group of country bumpkin crystal Meth runners, enter her house, claming that her husband owned them money, he's having an affair and now that the amount of money promised to them is not here, they plan to rape, kill her and burn down her home as well, not your average quiet evening to be sure. Yet there was reason to hope, to wish, and to pray.

Virgil crept inside the room and quietly discovered that it belonged to a young adolescent boy, judging from all the video games, toy trucks and cars. He noticed the window busted open and made his way over to examine it further. Just as he reached the window a strong blast of thunder rang out, a branch flies through the window, causing him to nearly jump out his skin. A strong gust of wind blows through the window and suddenly the closet door slams. Raising his hand gun he slowly walks over to the closet when he feels something cross over his feet. He looks down prepared to fire and sees, what appears to be a small hamster dashing across the room. Gathering himself, he swallows hard, grasps the closet doorknob, and yanks it open, aiming his weapon in case anyone might be inside. He shines his flashlight inside the closet and realizes no one is inside. 

He sighs in relief just as a pillow case covers his head. He tries to raise his weapon, but feels a sharp elbow to his head, as he's thrust across the room and thrown out the window. 

The stranger stares down at the boy, who doesn't seem seriously hurt, but is injured nevertheless. 

"Hey Pop, did you hear that," Jake calls, rushing into the living room to find his father.

"Ya damn right I heard it, it sounds like somebody outside."

"Well what do you think we should do?"

"Go outside and check it out."

Jake moves a few steps toward the front door, when he noticed his father wasn't accompanying him. "Uh...hey Pop, ain't you coming?"

"Of course I am, but I'm going out through the garage, if he gets the drop on you, I'll get the drop on him."

"Good thinking Pop," Jake nods his head in agreement and then steps outside. 

A strong gust of wind nearly blows the tall man over and he steadies himself on the side of the house. Covering his eyes from the stinging rain, Jake creeps along the perimeter of the house and discovers a figure crawling along the ground. "Alright you, don't you move or I'll blast a whole in your ass."

"Jake you dumb-ass redneck, it's me Virgil."

"Holly shit, Virg, what the hell are you doing out here?"

"Making mud pies dickhead, somebody threw me out the goddamn window."

Virgil is helped to his feet by his older brother, do you think it was that cop?"

"Who else, come on, let's get back inside, and get that bastard.

Jenny hears someone entering the room and immediately lifts her head to see the cop coming toward her. Her eyes widen as she realizes he's black and extremely well-built. 

"Are you okay ma'am?"

"Jenny nods her head in affirmation.

"Don't worry, I'm getting you out of here," he states before snatching the tape from her mouth. 

"Thank god for you sir, did you get those maniacs?"

"I threw one out the window, the others are checking him out, lie still," he replies, releasing her legs from the weights, "we don't have much time before they return."

No sooner does the words leave his mouth than the sound of the three men running up the stairs enter his ears. Ripping off the rest of the tape, he pulls her from the bed. "Listen I need you to hide in the closet over there." He points to the other side of the room.

"But that's' the first place they'll look."

"That's exactly what I'm hopping for, now go and be quiet."

Jake enters the room first followed by Virgil. "Damn she's gone, he let her go."

"Don't worry little bro, we'll get them back, just keep your eyes and ears open."

"Jake taps his brother on the shoulder and directs him toward the closet. 

"Nah man, the last time I looked in a closet...ouch," Virgil cries out, after feeling his brother slap the back of his head. "Shut the hell up, Virg, I got your back."

Virgil limps over to the closet, fearing he's about to get ambushed, while Jake makes his way over to the bathroom. 

The officer, stands beside Jenny who's panting and shaking so badly he covers her mouth with his large hand. She can feel his strong manly presence and odor all around her, not to mention, a huge object rubbing innocuously against the back of her thighs.  

He watches the shadow growing larger and larger, stopping right at the doorway. Seeing a hand reaching toward the door, the officer steps back. Kicking the door with all his might, it crashes right in to the unsuspecting boy's face, knocking him to the floor. 

"Stay here," the officer shouts, dashing out the closet and firing a shot a Jake who darts out the bathroom prepared to fire his weapon, but retraces his steps after two bullets wiz by his head.

Knowing his opponent will wait until he stops firing before returning volley, the hunky African American dashes across the room, as he continues to fire until reaching the bathroom door and the moment the taller man darts out to return fire, catches him with a vicious straight right to the nose, knocking him several feet back. The stunned man, flips over the rim of the bathtub and falls in.

The officer kicks his weapon from his hand.

Jake's head makes impact with the porcelain tub floor, knocking him unconscious. 

Wasting no time, he charges back into the room, lifts the groggy Virgil off his feet, and hurdles him back out another window. 

With the immediate threat eliminated. He rushes over takes Jenny's hand leads her from the bedroom.

"Come on, let's go!"

"What about the father?"

"Good looking out, get me that pillow on the bed."

Jenny rushes over, picks up the pillow and brings it back to the officer, who comes within a foot of the bedroom door and tosses it out. 

They both turn away as the pillow explodes before their eyes from the shotgun blast.

"That's right black boy, I'm still out here, and if you've hurt my boys, I'm gonna shove this shotgun up your ass and pull the trigger, Ni**er." Clem warned gleefully.

Jenny wraps her hand around the officer's arm, marveling at how big and powerful his biceps and triceps felt. Turning to her he asks; "Is there another way out of here?"

"There's a rollup ladder on the window ceil, in case of a fire, but what about the guy outside?"

"We'll stand a better chance with him, than with that bastard holding that shotgun. Go roll down the ladder, and make your way down, while I watch this guy," nodding his head toward the bedroom door, "I'll be right behind you."

She felt his compassion for her and for a second they share a moment of intimacy. 

Jenny complies with the order, rolls down the ladder, "Okay," he calls as she climbs outside. 

The lawman, slowly backs away from the door and reaches the window," okay go down, and keep your eye out for that fool down there. He's down but he's definitely not out."

Jenny descends the ladder, continuously glancing down at the body of Virgil, who lies still on the muddy ground. With only a dozen feet to go, she glances down once more, as a bolt of lightening strikes a nearby tree. Stunned she loses her grip, slips off the ladder, and falls in to the ground. Struggling to climb to her feet, she realizes that she's hurt her ankle. 

The pouring rain make visibility nearly impossible, a fiery glow radiates in the surrounding woods from a tree struck by lightening. Jenny tries to block the rain falling in her eyes to see if the officer is following her and doesn't notice the shadowy figure closing in on her.

"I got you now bitch. Thought you were getting away huh, I'll show you and that uppity coon helping you," he shouts, wrapping his hands around her throat. 

Jenny's ankle gives way, and they both slip, falling in the mud. She attempts to crawl away, with Virgil right at her heels.

Virgil climbs back on his feet reaching out to grab her once more, when a large figure lands on top of him, smashing him into the mud once more.

Jenny screams in horror until realizing it's the officer.

"Oh thank god it's you."

"Yeah your friend makes a great landing pad. Come on," he shouts taking her hand. 

They race into the woods, with the sound of thunder and shotgun blasts filling the air. 

They seek refuge, kneeling behind a thick row of bushes. The officer suppresses an oncoming sneeze. "My car's parked around front, but mister shotgun, will probably be waiting on us. I think I can take him, but it's too dangerous for you, so I want you to wait here."

"Please don't leave me alone, I think I've sprained my ankle."

The officer realizes the woman's fragile state of mind, as she digs her fingernails into his arm. "I know you're scared but we don't have many choices here. I got a shotgun in the car and it's our only way to make a speedy getaway, we're gonna have to try this, but I need you to trust me."

Jenny begins mumbling incoherently, before the officer shakes her back to reality. "Come on ma'am, stay with me. I need you to stay right here, I'll get the car and come round for you, do you understand."

"Yes but I'm...I'm so scared."

"Do it for me...what's your name ma'am?"

"Jennifer McPherson, and you"

"Lance Blackman," he answers wiping the sweat, rain mixture from his face, gently removing her arm as he came to his feet. "Wait here, I'll be right back, I promise."

Jenny nodded in affirmation knowing there was no way he could guarantee his last statement. She watched the tall powerfully built man slip into the darkness and repeated his name "Lance Blackman."

Lance made his way to the front of the house, strafing along the trees and bushes, until seeing his car parked out front. His hopes quickly fades, upon seeing Jake and his father standing only a few feet away, staring around, probably looking for him. Sighing deeply his mind raced to find an alternative plan. Whatever plan he conceived also vanishes as he hears a woman screaming in the distance. "Jen," he thought and immediately made his way back to where he'd left her. 

His covert route became a liability, taking a much longer path, which allowed Clem and Jake to reach Virgil, who once again, had Jenny by her throat. 

Lance crouches behind the bushes, realizing the other men had joined Virgil. "Damn that boy must be made of rubber," he grumbled. 

Just as the two men approached, Jenny takes advantage of their slippery footing, twisting quickly causing Virgil to slip and fall. In a panic she runs away screaming. 

"There she goes, she's getting away," Virgil shouts. 

"Goddamnit boy, were you standing in the line that said shit for brains. You can't even hold on to a bitch. Jake go after her, me and shit for brains, will get the truck and follow behind you."

"But what about that cop," Jake asked.

"Don't you worry about him, he ain't leaving his white meat behind, he'll be following and we'll be waiting, now git."

Lance watches Jake dash off in to the woods and follows closely behind. 

The blond housewife ran blindly through the woods. Several times she nearly ran into a tree. With the exception of an occasionally flash of lightening, the area was almost pitch black. The air filled with dense black smoke from the burning trees, add to all this, her ankle had swollen and made it extremely hard to walk, much less run, she prayed for this nightmare to end. 

In the distance she saw the home of her nearest neighbor Lester Douglas and decided to make her way there. She glances back just as the tall figure of Jake becomes visible. 

"Yeah I got you now bitch."

Summoning all her strength, courage, her fortitude, and uses her fear as fuel, she ignores the pain of her throbbing ankle and runs almost at full speed, but as fate would have it, she steps in a small hole in the ground. Her ankles gives way once more and she collapses to the ground. By the time she rolls on her back, the sight of Jake hovering above her, pointing his pistol comes into view. 

"Damn girl, here you are all sexy, covered up in mud and I still wanna fuck you. You are one hot little number."

"Please...please don't hurt me,' Jenny pleads.

"You and your buddy's caused us a lot of problems," he notices just for a moment, as the lightening illuminates the woods, the woman's eyes seemed to acknowledge something moving behind him. "Now we have you, and I got him too," Jake shouts, turns and fires in one swift motion. His aim is true and catches the approaching officer in the front deltoid. 

The frightened housewife uses the opportunity to flee as Jake scans the area to find the cop. 

Darkness quickly recovers, returning the wooded area to black, forcing their eyes to once again adjust to the dark conditions. 

Jake hesitates in pursuit as he hears the familiar sound of the family's pick up truck approaching. "Where's she at,' Clem shouts from the truck."

"She's heading for that house, down at the bottom of the hill."

"Yeah I see it, hop in, we'll get 'er.'

Jake snatches open the door on the passenger side, as Virgil squeezes over to make room. 

"Did you see that cop," Virgil asked.

"I think I shot him this time."

"Good, he's wounded, like I said, we'll get them both," Clem proclaimed. 

After Jennifer banged on the door a number of times it suddenly swings open, apparently unlocked. With not a moment to spare, she dashes, inside, closes, locks and leans against the door. Finally she allows herself to take a deep breath. Exhaling she closes her eyes, only to open them quickly, hearing the sound of something or someone growling nearby. Feeling faint and dizzy she opens her eyes to see a snarling rottweiler watching her from the foot of the staircase.

"Damn, can a girl get a break around here," she cries. 

Glancing about she saw the door leading to the cellar, across the room, however the dog would reach there long before she could. All that blocked a direct attack was a long curved sectional sofa. 

Thinking quickly she takes note that if she pretended to run toward the kitchen, the dog would have to run along the long sectional sofa that separated them in order to reach her. Almost instinctively she pretends to do so, and the dog dashes in that direction, once again, she summons all her strength, ignoring the pain, pivots, climbs over the sofa and now runs to the cellar door, which she reaches, opens it, but not before the violent dog leaps and bites, it's teeth scraping her back leg and backside. The door keeps the dog from reaching her completely; and strikes the animal, knocking it backward. Feeling the teeth of the menacing mongrel scraping her buttocks, she manages to close and locked the door. 

The pick up truck hauling the three intruders comes to a stop in the driveway of the house. "Okay Virgil you come with me, that coon's taken enough pieces out your ass, Jake you stand guard out here."

"Will do Pop, we're gonna bagged that coon this time."

"That's the spirit, now come on Virgil."

Jake watches his brother and father walkup to the doorway, when he hears something moving behind him. He turns quickly with his weapon raised and ready to fire. A flash of lightening brightens the area allowing him to see something moving behind a bush. Creeping over slowly he reaches the bush and shouts; "Alright boy, come on out here and I promise I'll only peel the black off your ass."

"I said come on out here, don't make me have to shoot ya."

When no response came, he fires several shots into the bush. The bush begins to shake wildly and suddenly a figure dashes out nearly jumping on the frightened tall man. "Holly shit, dayam." He shakes his head discovering that it was a raccoon. 

Jake strolls along the outskirts of the house, tipping his hat to keep the wind driven rain out of his face, when he hears a car engine approaching. Quickly he ducks behind the bush where the raccoon hid and waits as the fast moving car continues to approach. It dawns on him that the car's not moving toward the house but directly at the bush concealing him. He stands up to get a better view.

Lance sees the man squatting by the push, and mashes the accelerator down. He makes contact with the bush, at the very moment the man peeks his head out. The collision knocks the man to the ground. He rolls several feet before coming to a stop. 

Lance jumps out the car, raises his shotgun and fires a blast at Jake, who leaps up and runs into the woods. He considers going after him but hears the sound of gunfire inside the house.

Virgil and his father stand above the body of the dead dog. "Hated to do that but he was attacking. Never mind that dog, we got bigger fish to fry," Clem nods his head toward the cellar door. 

"You reckon she's hiding down there," Virgil asked.

"The dog was standing by the door when we came in, it probably ran her down there." Clem steps back, fires his shotgun and blows the door off the hinges. 

Jenny nearly urinates on herself, hearing the blast hit the door. She listens carefully to the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. With the door open and the consistent flashes of lightening, she scrambles beneath the staircase and waits for both men to make their way inside the cellar before creeping back up the stairs. She almost succeeds until Virgil spots her at the top step. 

"There she is!'

Clem takes quick aim and fires a shot however, his youngest son, knocks his hand down causing him to miss his target.

"Goddamnit boy, what'd you do that for?'

"I thought we had other plans for her."




A Long Stormy Night Ch. 02



"Virgil you stupid son-of-a-bitch, we've wasted too much time, if that cop calls for reinforcements we're fucked, it's time to cut our loses and move the hell on. Now get your mind out the gutter and let's end this thing, come on."

Jenny limps outside screaming and falls face first in the mud. This proved to be the breaking point for her. She starts crying and decides she no longer can fight to stay alive. 

She hears an engine roaring and coming in her direction. She doesn't move, her will broken, she awaits her fate, when a strong familiar voice calls out to her. 

"Jennifer, are you okay?"

Suddenly the sound of Lance's voice gave her hope, strengthening her resolve. His large dark hands take hold of her, lifting her in to his arms, carrying and placing her inside the vehicle. 

"I thought you might be...I thought you were..."

"Dead, nah baby, I'll be damned if I'm gonna let a couple of redneck assholes kill me, not without me killing them first...oh shit!"

The shotgun blast shatters the back window, spraying glass all over the vehicle. Lance, switches gears into reverse, charging his attackers, preventing Clem from getting off another shot. 

Spinning the car around quickly, he drives back up the hill.

"Why haven't you called for backup," Jenny inquired.

"The storms knocked the radios out, we're on our own at this point. The main road's up ahead, once we get on that, we'll put some dis..."

Jake fires his handgun into the windshield of the approaching car. Although Lance manages to avoid getting hit, the shattering glass temporarily blocks his vision along with the rain. By the time he's able to recover, he crashes the car into a tree. 

Groggy and stunned, the law officer, shakes his head to clear his vision. A glance in what's left of the side view mirror, allows him to see Clem, Jake and Virgil rapidly approaching. 

"Jen...Jen come on lady wake up, wake up," Lance shouts to the unconscious woman. With no time to lose, he opens the door, races around to the passenger side, lifts, and carries her away from the scene, avoiding the gunfire of the treacherous three. 

With his shoulder bleeding profusely, exhausted and still dazed by the collision, the hardcore lawman, staggers through the woods, trying to maintain his balance, see in the darkness and hold the unconscious woman in his arms. 

"They went that way Pops," Virgil shouts once he reaches the vehicle. 

"Take your time boys, they're both all fucked up, I'd say, their just about shit out of...Goddamnit...Goddamnit, do you hear that."

"Hear what Pops," Jake asked.

"Shit, it sounds like sirens heading this way."

"What like police sirens, his youngest son inquired."

"No like the sirens you hear after you washed the wax out your ears fool, of course it's the police."

"What should we do Pop," Jake turned to his father.

"Clear the hell out of here, if we go back to that house down the road, maybe they're just passing through."

"But what about that cop and the girl," Virgil interjected.

"Hold it right there, all of you," a commanding voice calls.

The three men turn to see three officers approaching. The leading officer takes note of Clem holding the shotgun. "Okay buddy, put that weapon down now."

"No problem officer, what's going on?"

The officer shines a flashlight in their faces, "what the hell are you doing out here in this storm?"

"Well officer we came to visit our cousin down yonder," he points down the hill, but he went away for a few days, so he left us in charge of his home. Well what do ya know, the lights go out and all hell breaks loose. Some damn African American tried to rob the house. We got our guns and chased them off."

"Who are you," the officer inquired.

"My name's John DeMint and these are my two sons, Claude and Calvin, we're from out west, please to meet you sir.'

"Please to meet you too Mister DeMint. You didn't happened to see an officer during your journey out here, have you?"

"Why no sir, as a matter of fact I wished we did, it sure could make us feel a little better tonight, if we knew that weasel was behind bars."

"Well we had some reports about a fire out here, but then we heard the gun shots and that's why we came over to investigate. We'll come back through here a few hours from now to check on you. In the meantime, you fellas seemed well armed so just keep your eyes and ears open. We'll sweep the area and see what we come up with, but for now, return to your home, and keep your doors locked.

"That we will officer... that we will."

"Good enough, we'll be on our way, now. Listen out for us when we come back round here."

"Don't worry officer, I'm just happy to know you guys are in the area."

"Good enough, see you later."

"Not if I have anything to do with it," Clem snickered.

"Boy Pop, we sure are lucky, if they'd stopped further down they would've seen the car..." Jake's words came to an abrupt end, when his father slapped the hat off his head.

"Keep your voice down fool, they're still in earshot."

"But what do we do now," Virgil asked.

"We do like the officer said. We go back to our cousin's house, rustle up some food, and then make our way back to that bitch's house and finish this once and for all."

"You mean that house we just came from, wow...so that really is our cousin."

Clem simply rolls his eyes and ignores his young son. 

"But suppose they get away, and what if those cops come back?"

"Yeah or supposed they meet up with those cops,' Jake added.

"Don't you worry none Boys, them two are in a bad way. I saw the blood in that cop's car, you nicked him pretty good Jake, and that woman's too shaken up too go far. Now the way I see it, the only way they could flag down those cops, is to go past us and they haven't. Those cops got enough on their hands with that fire and as for our two friends, they'll hold up in her place, licking their wounds, by the time they're ready to move again, we'll be on their asses now let's go eat." 

Jenny and Lance struggle to make it back inside her home. When she awoke, they were both lying in a small lake not far from her place. His uniform soaked in blood Lance seemed incoherent and with the three lunatics searching for them, it seemed a miracle she could keep him conscious long enough to get home. Her proud strong black warrior had just enough strength to make it to her sofa before finally passing out. His thick full lips were chaffed and cracked, his breathing swallow and his skin seemed pale, she knew that things could get much worst if she didn't do something soon. 

While attempting to remove his shirt, she noticed that the man stopped breathing. Her heart skipped a beat as she checked for a pulse and discovered he had none.

"Oh my god...he's...he's dead!"

TO BE CONTINUED...



A Long Stormy Night Ch. 03



If you're just joining the story, please read (A Long Stormy Night Ch 1 & 2 Part 1).

IV

Jenny looked down at the police officer lying on her sofa and cursed her decision to forgo her visit to her sister's home, after her husband accompanied her son to a Boy Scout camping trip. If she had simply stuck to her original plan, she would likely avoided the deadly storm that stole away the electricity, and armed men looking for money, led there by her cheating husband after losing at the blackjack table to them. Ruthlessly these men planed to rape, murder her and then burn their house down, however their plans were thwarted by a powerfully built lawman, who saved her and held the men at bay. Now he lay on her sofa, shot and bleeding to death if not, already dead.

Collapsing at the foot of the sofa, she began crying hysterically. She cried louder and louder until she started screaming loudly. She screamed until she could feel her sanity slipping away and then something occurred to her. The voice of Lance echoed through her mind over and over again, his strength, his will, his determination, "I'll be damned if I'm gonna let a couple of redneck assholes kill me, not without me killing them first." If she believed she was about to die, then why go out like a wimp? Why not go down fighting, and maybe even take a few down with you. Slowly she felt strength, an inner resolve. She looked at the large man lying there and she decided that if he were still alive, then she would help him fight to stay that way and then together, they'd fight and beat these bastards. 

Climbing back to her feet, she pulled of his shirt, pausing to view his wounded shoulder. She mounted him, opened his mouth and attempted to resuscitate him. She forced her breath inside him, lifted up, beat his chest and then repeated the action, and on the third time, she prepared to strike his chest when his hands reach up catching her hands before reaching his chest.

"I think you've made your point."

"Oh shit...Lance, thank god,' she sighs, collapsing on his broad chest. "Thank god you're alive," she repeats, planting a tender kiss on his chest.

"Uh...did I miss something?"

"Yeah," she nods in agreement, but we don't have a lot of time, let me take a look at that wound.

"Ouch, take it easy!"

After inspecting the wound, she proclaims; "You're lucky, it doesn't look like your bones were hit, that means, all we have to do is treat that wound and stop the bleeding, wait here."

"Nah, I think I'll go on a nice long stroll through the neighborhood, he chuckled.

Over the next hour, the abandoned housewife treated the wounded officer, gave him two pain killing tablets, stopped the bleeding, even cooked a meal for him and took a cold shower. It wasn't easy maneuvering about with only a small lantern. She struggles to remove all but his boxers, to wash his muddy uniform. Finally she returns to the living room, wearing one of her husband's dress shirts, believing he'd never wear them again, cradling a cup of coffee she finds her new houseguest finishing up his meal. 

"So how'd you like it?"

"It was delicious; your husband's a lucky man."

"What makes you think I'm married?"

"Uh...all the pictures of you and him together were a stone give away and maybe that fat rock on your finger."

"Well that was my previous life."

"What does that mean?"

"It's...it's not important now," she takes a sip of the steamy beverage. "Has any one ever told you, you have an enormous chest," She shakes her head, staring in admiration."

"No, but I hope that's a complement."

"It is"

"I take it those assholes are out there looking for us," asked knowingly.

"Yes"

"Then you know it's only a matter of time before they work their way back here," he countered.

"I heard sirens in the distance as we came back, I'm hoping that will deter them a while before they come looking for us."

"Maybe but just the same, I think it's important that if and when those guys come back, that I at the very least know as much as you do about this whole situation. I mean, who the hell are they, and what do they want with you," Lance asked.

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Well I do, especially since my life is on the line."

"Damn, I...I guess you've made your point."

She takes a seat next to the bald head man, with bright hazel eyes and sporting a well groomed Vandyke. Although the house remained dark, by now their eyes had adjusted to the loss of light. The warmth of his skin touches her leg makes her feel closer to him. 

"My so-called husband supposedly took a little trip last week to Reno, Nevada, that turn out to be Las Vegas, at a gambling casino, where he and his little mistress, made some high stakes betting at a blackjack table and lost to those clowns. At any rate, he didn't have the money to pay his debit, so what does he do," she twists her lips, "This asshole, tells them there's twenty grand here in the house. Now I know we had ten grand stashed away and they knew exactly where to find the money. The problem, they came for twenty not ten, so raping, killing me and burning down my house, became they're goal to get him back and they would have pulled it off, if not for you. She gently places her hand on his leg affectionately. "My god you have the thickest, hardest thighs I've ever felt.

Lance glances down at his thighs and smiles. "I try to stay in shape but I've never seen a muscle stop a bullet." 

"Believe me it is, it's no wonder you held those guys off, not to mention taking that shot and only having a flesh wound in your shoulder. With muscles like that, they might not be able to stop a bullet, but it sure stopped it from major damage."

"Looks like you clean yourself pretty good, you look a lot better than when I last saw you. Hey, let me ask you a question, how did we get here?"

"You mean you don't remember?"

"Nah, last thing I recall...I took you to a river," the loud roar of thunder stopped him in mid sentence, "damn this has got to be the longest storm."

"You honestly don't remember?"

"No"

"Well, I woke up in your arms, in the water, and we both fought like hell to get here."

"So then I have you to thank for making it so far."

"No, let's say we've both just been hanging on."

"So we did it together."

"That's right, we did it together," she repeated staring into his eyes. 

"I need to know, uh...did you take off my pants?"

"Yes, your clothes are in the wash, don't worry, from where I sit, you've got absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. Did you know that when you move, I can see every muscle in your body flex?"

"Except for that small lantern it's dark as hell in here, how can you see that well," he challenged. "Don't look at me, you're to blame for this."

"I hope you weren't taking advantage of me while I was unconscious."

A blanket of silence fell between them, as their eyes said things that their mouths were not ready to say. Their hearts were speaking in a language that spoke beyond simple words.

"I want to say, thank you for showing up when you did, you saved my life."

"Thank you for saving my life Jen." 

He reached out his hand and took hers. Pulling her close they embraced each other. His full lips engulf her own as her body snuggles close to his, taking care not to any more pain. His strong muscular arms wrap her tight as their kiss grows with intensity and passion. 

Suddenly he pushes her away.

"What's wrong"

"What's wrong is this whole thing here. In case you've forgotten, there are three armed men out there trying to kill us. They may have backed off for whatever reason now, but seeing what they've been through so far, I see no reason why they would give up now."

"You think they're still searching for us."

"Hell yeah"

Refusing to let go, she wraps her arms around him, gently kissing his chest. "Do you have a plan?"

"No...no please, we can't afford to let down our guard, we can't..." he sighs deeply as a wave of pleasure sweeps over him. 

Sensing his vulnerability, she extends her hand down on top of his boxers and takes hold of his expanding love spear.

"Damn Jen, you don't take no for an answer do you?"

"I'll answer with this," she runs her tongue down his deep chest cavity, along his tight hard six-pack abs and flicks it on his raging hard cock. 

He attempts to push her away, but the pleasure is just too strong. 

Her hot moist mouth encircles his sex cannon, bobbing up and down, causing him to groan loudly. He could feel the pain killers having an effect on him as well. 

Like a smooth velvet glove, soaked in warm baby oil, very slick and a size too small, Jennifer's mouth massages the long thick, black flesh covered pipe, making it hard as steel.

Pausing for a moment to admire the majestic ebony tower she held in her hands, the gorgeous blond, licked up from the heavy base, anchored with testicles the size of small tennis balls, all the way up to the mushroom like head, which protruded from paper thin foreskin, stopping to kiss and tickle the many veins with her tongue. Once reaching the crown, she opened her mouth wide and took nearly ten inches down her throat, sucking and drinking the precum saliva mixture, which sent tingling sensations throughout her taste buds. 

"Oh lady, do you know what you're doing to me," he growled, "Dam baby you got my toes curling," Lance moaned deep but softly. 

Jenny cradled the oversized cock with both her hands, jerking tightly as she plunged down deeper and deeper. "I can feel it pulsating in my mouth, fantastic," she thought.

"Oh baby is this a dream or what, you got me crazy hard."

The voluptuous big tit blond slid the throbbing fuck shaft between her breasts and still had plenty of room to suck and gag from his incredible size. 

Gobs of precum and saliva escaped from her mouth, and dripped from the big black cock, eventually soaking her tits with liquid excretions. 

"Yeah woman, yeah that's it Jenny, milk my nuts baby, drain my cock, make me cum."

"No, no, no, Mister Lawman, I'll be damn if you're getting off that easy. Yes I'm gonna drain that big black fuck pole of yours, but not in my mouth. If we survive this, you can put me on a high protein diet of cum if you like, but right now, with those assholes out there, threatening to make it this our last night on earth, I want that big black dick inside my pussy. Push it as deep as it can go, fuck the shit out of me..." she cooed anxiously, and "then shoot every...single...drop of cum...inside me," she stutters.

Jenny spied her proud black lover and quickly surmised that although he was willing, due to exhaustion, his wound and recent loss of blood might, he might not able to put the full work load in. "No mister lawman,' she gently places her hand on his rippling abdomen, "You've done more than enough, let me have the honors, you sit back and rest.'

The sizzling hot housewife, mounts the dark chocolate cop, positioning the entrance to her dripping wet love canal upon his long thick ebony cannon and slowly descends but not without a painful price.

"Oh dear god...ooh Lance...it's so big," she nervously giggles. "I hope this thing can fit inside me," she cries rising up to gather herself.

Not far down the road, three heavily armed men, emerge from the shadows of a house, with seemingly buckets of rain pouring down on them, they ignore the wind, the thunder, the lightening, and any other brutal conditions, as they march to their pickup truck, with blank expressions on their faces, reflecting their blood thirsty mission and their maniacal intent. 

"Ooh Lan...Lance, it's stretching my pussy out, I've never felt anything this deep inside me before."

"That's what I'm talking bout Jenny, ride that dick, go on, impale yourself on my big black cock."

"AARGH, I can't take any more!"

"You can and you will, impale yourself," the long dick officer of the law ordered.

"I can't"

"Slide all the way down on it."

"It's too big," 

"Impale yourself"

"I'm afraid"

"Do it, I know you can."

"But I..."

"Do it now"

AAAH...UHH...OH MY GOD...Oooo!'

Jenny fights her sense of fear and panic and slides all the way down on the tree size cock, until it pushes in to regions she's never felt.

"OOH, OOH SHIT, IT'S KILLING MY PUSSY!"

"You did it chick, your hot pussy swallowed all of my big black dick."

Reaching up he palms her tits with his large hands, pinching and squeezing her firm nipples, making her squirm like a worm on a hot plate. 

"I think we passed it Pops, I don't think it's this far away," Jake mentions to his father.

"My sense of direction is as sharp as a brand spanking new nail, we're on the right path."

"Yeah, speaking of nails, I'm gonna hammer that bitch, when I get my hands on her," Virgil shouts enthusiastically.

"Keep your head on boy, both of them, remember, we don't have long before those cops come back looking for their friend."

"Hey Pop, you reckon we might have to take on those cops if they come back too soon?"

"I sure hate to do that Jake, but the way I see it, that wench and that cop have to go and any one that gets in our way is going down too.'

Tears fell freely from her baby blue eyes, sweat ran slowly down her face and all over her darkly tanned body giving her a beautiful bronze glow, her mouth seemed frozen in a gapping position and she shook violently as her stretched vagina walls fluttered and vibrated drenching the chocolate love pole with a copious load of her hot cum. 

"Oh Lance, you made me cum so much, your cock is so damn big."

"Ah the better to fuck you my dear, now come here," he pulls her down on his chest and they share a long deep passionate kiss. The man brute cop, palms her tight round ass cheeks, and inserts his long thick middle finger inside her anal sphincter. 

"OH GOD NO,...NO PLEASE, DON'T DO THIS TO ME...UHH," She cries attempting to lift herself up, but with the throbbing hard long cock imbedded so deep in her, she found it impossible to reposition herself. 

"Hey Pop, I see it, you were right, that's the house right there, sure hope they're inside," Jake exclaimed.

"I told you boy, I got what'cha might call a photographic memory. I'm gonna cut the engines off, so we can coast the rest of the way down."

"Hey Pop, I was thinking, we already got the money, and our real gripe is with her husband, so why don't we just move on and look for him, then we won't have to deal with the cops."

"No way, those two know too much about us. Leave a mess here today and we'll pay for it tomorrow, now shut your trap both of you. Let's not spoil the surprise we have in store for 'em."

"Oh no, ooh shit...take it out, take it out, you're making me cum again," Jenny screams in lustful rapture, but the muscle bound black warrior, shoves his long thick finger deeper and slides another inside her ass for good measure, pushing his victim of love over the edge.

"AARGH...AARGH, IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!'

"Yeah bitch, lose your mind on this dick," Lance barks, feeling his strength and virility returning. "I'm gonna fuck you to death woman," he snarls.

"AYEEE, AYEEE OOH YESSS, IT'S TEARING MY PUSSY UP...SSSS...OOOH!'

Jenny feels a dizziness take over her as the massive cock invasion takes an incredible upswing, when Lance takes hold of her hips and begins forcing her down as he violently trusts up. 

Throwing her head back, allowing her long blond hair to dangle behind her, she looses herself in total rapture, and yet her dark knight continues to trust up, slamming her hot stretched pussy without mercy. 

Deliriously she leans forward, takes his hand and begins sucking his thumb like a frantic baby on a pacifier. The walls of her pussy expand and contract furiously around the huge black cock. The throbbing pulsation now pushes him over the edge.

"Yeah baby yeah...aww baby do that shit...do that shit!"

Lance removes his finger and palms both her ass cheeks and bucks up and down at a frightening pace.

"OH SHIT...OOOH DAMN DADDY, I CAN'T STOP CUMING OOO...AAAAH!" 

Lance slams her down one last time, pulls her down to his hard chest. Once there he bites, lick and sucks her breast, then moves up and repeats the action on her neck and freezes in place." 

For nearly a full minute, they both lie their. The big dick lawman's body hard as a statue, every muscle tensed and locked in position, both almost painfully awaiting the pending explosion.

"Oh daddy I'm sacred, I can't...stop...cuming ooooh!"

"AHH yeah, I'M CUMING DEEP IN YOUR HOT PUSSY...AHHH YEAH!"

Locking her down tightly against his rock hard body, his cock explodes, sending long hot stringy blast of cum inside her yearning womb. 

Jenny could feel the veins of the granite like object as it spits, twitches and vomits a heavy thick load of cum. She snatches a pillow and bites down ripping it open, and digs her fingernails into his arms so tightly that she draws blood. They are impervious to pain by now, numbed by the raw lust and sexual bliss engulfing them both. 

There are some moments in life when mere words are just not accurate enough to describe the raw depth and feeling of an experience. Lance and Jenny, were both sharing that moment as they lay there in total silence, allowing the lighting, thunder and rain of the raging storm to tell their story. Fortunately their silence came at the perfect time, for it was at that very moment that they heard the sound of a door closing nearby.

Summoning his strength, Lance manages to lift Jenny off his semi-hard cock, make his way over to window.

One look at her new lover's face as he turned back to her told Jenny all she needed to know. 

He knew he didn't have to say it, it was totally unnecessary, but he said it anyway. "They're back."



A Long Stormy Night Ch. 04



V

He knew he didn't have to say it, it was totally unnecessary, but he said it anyway. "They're back."

Jenny moved quickly sliding into her silk robe, tying the belt around her waist she gingerly approached the window, stopping the second; the dark brown, bald head man threw a hand up making a stop sign. 

"What are we going to do?"

"You're asking me as if I have a plan. I'm making this shit up as I go along. You can help me out by throwing something else on."

"But they're right outside."

"I'll buy us some time, you just do what I told you, and while you're at it, you think you can bring me back my uniform?"

"Sure, I can do that"

"Good, then do that," oh yeah, where the hell is my gun?"

"It' right on the table there," she points in that direction.

"Alright shorty, let's do this."

Lance makes his way over to the table and smiles seeing the shotgun on the table. Although he preferred his 44 mag in these situations, his custom made mini shotgun served him well in any situation. A tad under sixteen inches, the powerful weapon, which he could easily control and fire quickly with one hand could be just as a effective and far more damaging. Unfortunately there were only two rounds left. "This ain't gonna be easy," he mumbles. 

Crouching by an open window overlooking the driveway he shouts; "Hey fellas, can I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure no problem," a voice answers, "Let me tell you how I feel right now," He answers with a volley of bullets rippling through the side of the house, shattering the window. "Oh yeah, let me add this," a shotgun blast blows a hole in the wall of the living room. "I trust you get my point," Clem barked. 

Staying calm and focused Lance remarks; "I see your point, but I really think if you'd listen, you'd see we can all come out on this with a profit."

"Boy there tain't a damn thing you can offer me, that will change my mind from blowing yer goddamn head off, so you may as well come on out and git this over wit, both of you," Clem shouts back," his level of anger displayed in his Southwestern accent. 

"How about the ten additional grand you wanted."

Several seconds go by without a response, telling the wounded officer that perhaps his opponents are weighing their options. "You found the money?"

"No we have the money, the question is, how much do you want it?"

Once again, only the sound of rain filled the air. "What's your offer boy?"

"Well for one, I'm a goddamn man, so stop calling me boy and two, you get the money and you leave us both alone."

"You both know too much, and the fact that you're a cop doesn't help your case."

"I'm a cop but a man first and this man wants to live, you got the numbers, but we've got the money, take it and leave and we'll call it even."

"You know there's a lot worst things that I call you besides boy, but what's to stop us from just busting in there and taking the money."

"Think about it redneck, you come in here and we'll burn it and maybe you'll stop us. You may take us down as well, but I promise you, one maybe two of you are going before me. I trust you've seen my work."

"How do we know you're on the level about this and won't try some black super cop bullshit?"

"I'll tell you what old man. I'll send the young lady out with the money in a bag, keep in mind I've got one of you in my sights. You count the money. If it's all there, then you get back in that fucked up truck and be on your way, if not, then all bets are off. You can start by shooting her and then come for me."

"Hmm, I don't know cop. It all sounds too freakin easy to me. Something tells me this is all some setup."

"I heard you like to play blackjack, which means you're a betting man. Think about it, you're holding all the important cards. Sure we have a couple, but if you think we're just gonna play pussy with you, then you're wrong. It's been a long stormy night, and personally, I could do without all this shit, so what do you say, you want the money or what?"

Clem glance at both his sons to measure their feelings on the subject. 

"I say take the money and go," Jake suggested.

"I say we go in there, get the money air condition that spear chucker, snatch the girl and be on our way."

"Your decision wouldn't have anything to with you fancying that wench would it Virgil," Clem challenged.

"No, but I'm just not happy with Mandingo stabbing his plunger in a white women, spoiling her nature to white men."

"I hear ya Virg, but we came here for the money, that there is our highest priority, but if we can, maybe we catch that coon in a little trap."

"Okay boy...I mean cop, send the lady out with the money and we'll take it from there."

"Your clothes are dry, I left them in the bathro...what the hell is he talking about, send the lady out with what money," Jenny asked anxiously, entering the room.

"Chill baby, I've just made a deal with our friends out there, you'll bring out the ten grand they couldn't find in exchange for our lives."

"What...what, Lance have you lost your mind? The last time I checked, we didn't find the ten grand and what makes you think, if we did have it, and we gave it to them that they'd just walk away and leave us alone."

"All that's true, that's why the operative word I used was chill. It'll buy us time..."

"You mean it'll buy you some time, remember I'll be the one out there with them. I hope there's a lot more to this plan than what you've told me so far."

The intense policeman carefully studies the area, locating his adversaries while thinking out his plan. "I know it seems like these guys are holding all the aces in the deck...'

"Which they are," Jenny intercedes.

"Yes but we're holding the one card that could turn this whole thing in our favor."

"What card is that?"

"The Joker"

"Okay now you're sounding Looney, what's the Joker?"

"You"

"Me, what are you talking about?"

"I've been checking these three stogies out since I first encountered them, and while dear ole dad and big bro's got money on the brain, little brother's got something else on his mind."

"What"

"You"

"Me again"

"Yeah, he's got the hots for you, add to that, he's stupid and we can use that to entice him. Now here's the plan."

Several minutes later, Jenny steps out into the pouring rain, wearing a tight pink tank top, Daisy Dukes shorts, beneath a yellow hooded rain jacket, her hair pulled back into a ponytail and carrying a large suitcase. Ignoring the rain striking her face she moved seductively up the driveway stopping a few feet away from the money hungry trio. 

"I take it the money's in that there briefcase," Clem asked.

"Yes it is"

"Good,' Clem exits from a bush and makes his way over to her, when she throws up her hand in a stop sign position.

"If I were you, I'd keep my distance."

"Why would we do that,' Jake barked.

"Because he's got you in his crosshairs and if you come any closer he plans to open fire."

"I thought we had a deal," the older man growls.

"Listen, we don't have much time, this is the real deal. There's no money in the case."

'Say what," Virgil shouts.

"Shut up and listen, its all a trick. He found the money and he's not about to give it up. He sent me out here as a sacrifice, while he takes the money and runs."

"Bullshit," Clem spits, "Ain't no way a black guy's gonna let a white gal slip through his fingers."

"Money changes everything, besides he knows how I feel about your son and it pissed him off," she concludes nodding her head toward Virgil."

"How you feel about me...uh...how do you feel about me?"

"Any man who puts himself through all the shit you have to be with me, is worth my attention."

"Gosh...really"

"Shut up Virg, I got a sneaky feeling this just ain't right. I think this is all a sucker play, I should put a bullet in your head and then go after your friend inside. 

"That's exactly what he's hoping you'll do, once he found that money, he lost his mind and when I rejected him and begged him, not to hurt...Virgil," once again she nods at the young man, who seemed very intrigued by her favor," he decided to toss me out, keep the money and escape."

"You expect us to believe this bullspit, you're crazy bitch? Jake put one in her gut and let's get that coon inside," Clem ordered.

"Wait a minute, you're the one who's crazy. Can't you see, she doesn't want that darkie, let's bust in there, get the money, do this bastard and get out of here."

Clem shakes his head shamefully acknowledging his son's naiveté. "Boy you really must have shit for brains, Jake do what I told ya."

Jake raises his gun, but not before his younger brother steps in front of his intended target. "Ain't none of you gonna touch her, ya hear. She's with me."

I don't believe this, Virgil you asshole; she's using you, again" Jake shouts. 

"I said she's with me, now let's go get that cop and the money."

"Boy you better be right with this, or we're gonna be short one family member when we get back to Nevada," Clem warned. "Okay Jake, you go round back and see if he's trying to get away, if not then try to get inside and take 'em down, I'm going right through the front blasting. Virgil you stay here in case he gets past me. It might be a good idea to at least check your new girlfriend, to see if she's got any weapons." His head recoils at the sight of the bulge protruding from his the pants of his youngest son. "For god sakes boy, try to get your goddamn hormones in order. 

Lance rushes into the bathroom, locates his uniform, and curses when he attempts to put it on and rips the shirt open, "Goddamn woman, you shrunk my uniform." He tries his pants and is unable to raise them above his thighs. "Well boxers, it looks like it's just you and me."

Jake approached the house from the rear. A brilliant flash of lightening gave him clear vision of the inside of the two story colonial. Turning the knob, the back door swings open, blown by the strong winds. He enters with his gun drawn and ready to shoot anyone in sight. 

Clem marches up to the front door, a squeeze of his shotgun blows it to pieces. 

Stepping inside confidently he shouts; "Alright boy, come on out and make this easy on yourself. 

Virgil escorts Jenny inside the pickup truck. Staring dreamy eyed and lustfully across from her he asks; "Did you really mean all that stuff you said about me, you know like really wanting me over that darkie?"

"Here's your answer baby," she cradles his face and plants a warm kiss on his lips. Upon hearing him grown softly, she pushes her tongue into his mouth. He responds by pulling her close and hugging her tightly.

Room by room Jake searches for his target, with visibility next to nothing, he uses his ears as a guide, concentrating on any and all sounds, with the exception of the thunder. Suddenly the sounds of gunfire fill his ears, and he turns quickly, loses his cool and begins firing blindly around him. As he reloads his weapon, he is able to trace the sound of gun play to the next room over. Advancing to the doorway of the room he stands just outside, spins and opens fire. He squeezes the trigger twice before realizing that it's just the boy's video game. He spits on the carpet as he walks over casually, expecting to cut the TV off, however his foot is caught by a lift in the carpet. He falls on his face and as he turns over, he feels Lance's 14 inch boot, kicking him in the face.

"Goddamnit, you son-of-a-bitch, you...you broke my fucking nose, you dirty scumbag, you black piece of shit, I'll get you for this!"

"I'm getting you now white boy," Lance snarls, grabbing, lifting his opponent to his feet before delivering a vicious straight right hand punch that does further damage to the man's cracked nose.

Jake slams against the wall. Stunned he shakes his head to relieve the cobwebs, when the hardcore cop, grabs his collar, spins, and slams him into the opposite wall. He bounces helpless off and right into a full extended kick that sends him back into the wall with such force that it cracks, before Jake falls unconscious to the ground. 

The lightening brightens the room, and illuminates the granite hard body of the powerhouse lawman, sporting only his boxer drawers and no lace combat boots. He approaches the staircase, preparing to descend, when the shotgun blast splatters against the wall. Several pieces of shrapnel cut his face, as he dives over the railing. 

"I got your black ass now boy," Clem shouts angrily. 

By the time Jenny's lips back away from Virgil's, he's glassy eyed, his breath is swallow, sweat beads up on his forehead and his cock threatens to bust through the fabric of his pants. 

"Gosh...wow, I've never been kissed like that before.'

"Really"

"No, not at all ma'am"

"Ma'am, don't be so formal...eh uh..."

"Virgil"

"Oh yes, Virgil, call me Jen—Jen."

"Jen—Jen, ha, ha, I'd like that ma'am, uh—I mean Jen—Jen."

"Good boy, now since we're going to be spending a lot of time together from now on, I want you to just relax and let me try to find other things, you've never done before like..." she extends her hand and lightly rubs his swollen sex tool." 

"Wow you got me harder than Arithmetic and a China man."

"Huh"

"Well you know, arithmetic is hard and I forgot where the China man fits in."

"Shut up and kiss me again," she ordered squeezing his manhood tightly. 

With seconds to spare, Lance rushes inside the kitchen, snatches a bottle of dish washing liquid, kicks open the cellar door, runs down the stairs, pouring the soapy substance behind him. 

"Keep running boy, that's all you got left," Clem barks as he enters the kitchen and sees the door to the cellar open. "Yeah I got you black ass now."

As he starts his descent a bolt of lightening rocks the entire house. He steps awkwardly, slips on the dish washing liquid, and tumbles down the steps. 

"Goddamnit, my back ooh shit my back. You're gonna pay for this...boy!'

Realizing his opponent's vulnerability, yet respecting the threat he represents, Lance tosses a container of gasoline in his direction. The panicky old man fires, hitting the plastic container, which explodes casting liquid flames down on him, "AAAH SHIT...AHH SHIT JAKE...VIRGIL," He screams at the top of his lungs. He fires one last shot blindly which nearly hits the fleet footed cop, but rips a massive hole in the wall, before running into a tool rack, which collapses on top of him, trapping and pinning him to the ground. 

Lance runs up the stairs, pauses shortly to watch his adversary succumb to his burning doom. Stepping back into the living room area, the smell of smoke and a red glow upstairs tells him the house is now on fire, probably struck by lighting. Distracted by the scene, he never sees the baseball bat, swing forward striking his wounded shoulder and knocking him to the ground.

"How does that feel Sweet Daddy," Jenny asked seductively as she firmly pulls on Virgil's love handle. 

"It feels so good."

The young man can't help but see the lightening bolt strike the house, igniting a fire on the upper level. "Uh...eh...ma'am, I mean Jen—Jen, I hate to tell you, but your house...it's on fire."

"So am I, and it's about to get hotter for you daddy. She pulls out his cock and jerks it firmly stops and feels it throbbing in her hand, she lifts it high exposing his balls and slams her fist into them as hard as she could."

"Ouch...shit gal, what's the matter wit..." an exaggerated reaction sends his head crashing into the windshield. Holding his head and unable to decide whether his skull or nuts are aching from the most pain, the cunning housewife, jumps out, circles the vehicle, pulls out the forty-four magnum and aims it at Virgil's head. "Okay Sweet Daddy, get the fuck out the truck."

Underestimating her distance from the vehicle, Virgil recovers enough to force the door open, knocking the weapon from her hand, she attempts to retrieve it, when the young boy dives on her back forcing her to the ground. 

Jake swings the bat with menacing intention, however Lance uses a pillow cushion as a buffer, absorbing the blows. 

The smell of smoke filtering down the steps, along with the fire, started in the cellar, has now reached the kitchen, filling it with smoke and only adds to the already dark harsh conditions.

With his arms growing weary, his lungs and eyes filling with smoke, Jake swings the bat wild and mistimed a swing allowing his enemy to get within the striking range of a bat swing. Lance sends a crushing blow to Jake's stomach, knocking the wind from him, causing him to bend over, giving the nearly naked cop the opportunity to land a solid upper cut to his chin. 

Jake falls to the ground, scrambles to his feet, but the officer swings his leg forward kicking his buttocks, sending him into a wall unit filled with glass trinkets. Thinking quickly the country drug dealer, snatches a broken glass figure, spins around, swings and cuts Lance's face. 

Virgil and Jenny wrestle along the muddy ground trying to gain the advantage over each other. The much stronger man, pins her down and tries choking the life from her, but in a last ditch effort, she manages to grab a hand full of mud and slaps his face and eyes, which temporarily blinds him. He loosens his grip just enough for the trapped woman to poke two fingers into his eyes. Virgil backs away trying to wipe the mud from his eyes, Jenny scrambles to get back on his feet. 

"So I guess all that talk of me being Sweet Daddy was all just some bullshit, huh," Virgil cried.

"The fact that you're even asking me that shit, tells me what a complete asshole you must be."

"I'll show you bitch!"

Blinded by rage and anger, the disgruntled youth charges Jenny. He looses his footing, slips in the mud, while Jenny easily steps out of the way. The sound of his head crashing into the truck door rivaled the nearly constant rumble of lightening. 

Jenny watches Virgil carefully for any signs of movement. Glancing at her house, she begins to wonder about Lance and prays he's still alive. 

Suddenly she seems to get an idea as she stares at her home and back at the truck.

Lance and Jake go at it with everything they have. While the hard rock cop seems to be wining the battle, Jake is clearly strong and refuses to stay down. Lance smashes his adversary's head in to a fish bowl and continues to pound him with his hammer like fists, yet Jake swings wildly catching his opponent with a vicious elbow to the head knocking him back. 

Jake runs across the room, picks up a thick lamp base and swings it at Lance, who blocks it with his arm. Jake swings the lamp again and again, but the lawman leans back and leaps forward delivering a solid shot to his nose, which has become a swollen mass of blood on the tall man's face. 

Holding on to each other for dear life, they spin crash into a door and fall inside the kitchen. Smoke and the heat of the fire surround them, but in the heat of the battle, neither man allows it to become a distraction during this struggle and fight for survival. 

A large pillar falls from the ceiling on Lance's back. He screams in pain, leaving him vulnerable to a left, right left volley from his opponent. Exhausted the brown skin officer remains on the floor as the flames come within inches of his body. 

Jake bolts from the kitchen, content to let the fire finish off his fallen adversary when he's blinded by a powerful light, which he believes is lightening, however, instead of a short flash, this light continues to grow in power and intensity, stunning and immobilizing him from moving until the entire wall before him is obliterated and a massive truck barrels in, mowing him down beneath and dragging him beneath the wheels. 

"Lance...Lance...where are you," Jenny screams as she jumps out the truck. 




A Long Stormy Night Ch. 04



He heard a familiar voice, but it seemed so far away as if in another world. Radiant light fills his eyes, so warm so welcoming. Something within the light beckoned him to move toward it. Sweet freedom, a calm and soothing presence right there before his fingertips. Yes this is where he would go and then that familiar voice grew louder and with more urgency, his sense of nobility rose within him, he needed to follow that voice. Someone needed him. In his heart he truly believed it was his calling to forsake his own desires to help others and so that's what he did. He turned away from the light to answer the loving message of being there for someone else. 

Lance opens his eyes slowly or at least until he felt the searing heat of the flames licking at his body. Jumping to his feet, the smoke blinds and chokes off his air. His lungs burning from the dark clouds surrounding him and once again, his consciousness seems to slip away until he hears a scream. Bearing down within himself he summons every last ounce of energy and resolve he has, not in his body but from his spirit. 

Jenny jumps back in the truck, and prepares to back out when another pillar falls behind the truck blocking her path of escape. With panic gripping her inside she screams and then suddenly stops as the heroic figure busts through the kitchen door. "Lance!"

The officer stumbles and twice nearly falls as he makes every last ditch attempt to reach the vehicle. Jenny drives forward bringing the truck closer to her new lover. He tries to grip the handle that is too hot to touch. However the determined housewife leans over pushing the door open from the inside.

"Lance the way is blocked, the tires are burning, we might be trapped in here!"

Seeing her face, hearing her sweet voice gave him strength and persistence and he quickly took charge. Let's switch places."

The couple struggle but managed to swap places in the vehicle. "If we can't go backward, then we're going forward...hang on!"

Lance guns the engine loudly, and then slides the gear into drive, the pickup truck crashes through the kitchen wall, and right into the flames."

"You think we can make it!"

"We're going faster enough, I just hope you had lousy house builders, here we go!"

A ball of flames suddenly blasts out into the night as the truck successfully crashes through the walls. However, the truck is now engulfed in flames, between the fire, the rain and darkness, visibility is next to impossible and to add to all this, the breaks are not responding as the truck runs out into the woods, totally out of control. 

Helplessly and for the second time in the same night their escape vehicle rams into a tree. Luckily, the strong winds and rain douses the flames surrounding the truck. 

Lance couldn't say how long he was unconscious, but he welcomed the sight of the broken tree, which cracked and gave way to the truck as opposed to the reverse factor. 

"Jen...Jenny are you okay...the woman seemed lifeless and he immediately focused his attention to see if she were still alive. His fear grew, unable to find her pulse. Struggling to free himself from the crushed metal, he went around to the passenger side, with the intensions of removing her from the truck and administering mouth to mouth resuscitation. 

Opening the door a loud roar of thunder shocked him, and at that moment he felt a heavy instrument crashed down oh his head.

Rolling on the ground in pain, he heard someone speaking. He opens his eyes to see the filthy, mud covered Virgil aiming a handgun in his face.

"You thought you beat me, this ain't over pal, not until I see you both dead," Virgil shouted. "Virgil...that's your name right," Lance asked dryly.

"Goddamn right it is, and I suggest you remember it, after all, it's the name of the man's whose gonna kill your black ass."

After coughing and heaving up soot from his lungs, he continued. "Your family's dead kid, and your business is probably dead as well and for what, some stinky lousy money you won in a bet."

"You son-of-a-bitch, you killed my family!"

"No Virgil, greed killed your family."

"Son with all the run ins we've had tonight and they've all ended the same way, with me handing you your ass."

"Well not this time, see I got the gun and this time you're done," he laughs with a maddening tone in his voice. 

"'Give it up kid, you can't win. I've already killed the others and I'd hate to have to kill you too. Why not just quit while you're ahead and..."

"Shut up, shut the fuck up. I've heard enough, I'm taking you out now."

"I'm warning you kid, I'm begging you, please don't do this.'

"Listen to you, shit you sound like you're the one holding the gun. Alright Shaft, tell this country fool exactly why you're gonna beat me now, huh, how are you and that black cock loving bitch of yours gonna stop me from killing both of you huh, tell me?"

"I'd be happy to, cause you're a dumb ass swamp rat, whose been fucking up all his life, but has been lucky enough to get away with it, but this time...this time your luck has run, so just put the gun down and go back home."

"You uppity black bastard, this is for my family!"

Virgil snarls and squeezes the trigger and after several unsuccessful attempts, a dumb look grows on his face, wondering why the weapon is not firing. He points the weapon at himself, totally perplexed by the event and never sees Lance launch a devastating straight right hand that knocks the boy off his feet and back into the mud. "You might want to clear the mud from the barrel before shooting somebody dick-head." 

He examines the fallen young man and shakes his head, picks up the weapon and taps it against his boot as he heads back to the truck.

Jenny opens her eyes and closes them back quickly from the throbbing pain in her head. The sound of the rain, flashes of lightening and occasional thunder, remind her that the endless long stormy night continues. She turns to see her strapping strong lover marching toward her and marvels at his muscular mud covered body, and then just as quickly recoils in shock at the sight of Virgil creeping up behind him carrying a machete.

"Lance look out behind you!"

In one swift motion, Lance, drops to his knees, spinning and firing a single shot, that blows Virgil's kneecap off, then snatches the machete from his hands, and sends in down, splitting Virgil's head open down the middle like a watermelon. He falls lifelessly along with gobs of blood, bones and brain matter, mixing with the muddy ground where he lands. 

"And that's, that," Lance concludes.

Jenny stumbles but exits the truck and throws her arms around her lover, they kissed long and passionately, ignoring the mud covering them, the thunder, lightening and wind swept rain that surrounds them. 

A week later, Lance lay in the bed watching the local news. With small bandages on his shoulders, wrists and arms, he listens carefully to the reporter give an account of the events that happened to him just not long ago. A smile grows on his face as he sees Rodger McCarthy lying during an interview, trying to worm his way out of the charges of conspiracy and his part in the attempted rape and murder of his wife. Staring out the window, he takes in the beauty of a stunning Miami Beach sunset, lights a cigar and wishes this vacation could last forever. 

"Hey Mister Sunshine, looks like somebody's having a good time," A soft sweet voice calls to him. 

"I hope somebody's come to share this good time with me," he grins seeing Jennifer enter the large luxurious bedroom porch, wearing a tiger printed thong with matching bra. Her skin practically glowed from the radiant rays of the sun, which she's long to bask under for the last several days. 

"I trust you had a good flight in."

"It was long and anxious."

Pausing to glance at the TV she asks; "Anything new on the home front?"

"Yeah your ex-hubby is being investigated by the Las Vegas police department, along with the FBI, I might add.'

"Hmm, it couldn't happen to a better guy."

"How's Tommy?"

"He's doing surprisingly well. I decided not to give him the full breakdown of his father's treacherous ways. He's young and I'm trying not influence him. I'll let time show him how much of a bastard his father is, but enough about that, look what I found."

"Whoa, is that champagne I see in your arms.'

"Yes but I'd rather have you in my arms."

"Well what are you waiting for woman, get your sweet ass over here," he orders.

"I'm coming, but first," she pours a glass full of bubbly, for them both, "Cheers"

They down the drink," and she immediately pours another glass full and repeats the gesture, and then repeats it once more.

"Uh...I hope you're not trying to get me drunk, at least not with this stuff, he holds up the glass.

"No that's not my intension, this is what I want to do," she takes the remnants of the bottle and pours it all over his body from head to toe."

"Whoa, what's this about, is there any particular reason why you've just pour champagne all over me?"

"Yes"

"Why"

"So I can, lick...it...all...off...your...hot...sexy...body," she coos softly, slumping to her knees, takes hold of his feet and begins to cradle, kiss, lick and suck his feet and toes. She continued worshiping his massively rippled shredded physique, stroking kissing and loving his ankles, calves, thighs, abs, and chest, all the way up to his neck, when he pulls her up to meet his waiting lips. They kiss with a sense of urgency. Curling up next to him on the chaise Lounge chair, she gently licked, bit and sucked the nipples on his chest until they were as hard as his cock, throbbing in her hand. In a deep powerful yet sultry voice he says; "Your turn"

He kissed her neck and journeyed down to her feet, kissing and licking her toes, then back up between her legs, where the scent of her love canal beckoned him forward. Gently he spreads her legs sliding his tongue along her erect clit, he passionately sucked it, taking note as to how her body responded. 

Moving like a snake, the sex hungry woman slithered left to right, back and forth in the chair. She felt his growing intensity, as he firmly grips her thighs, pulling them up to her chest, continuing to assault the wet hot pussy before him.

"Ooo daddy...ooo yesss...it feel so good,' she moaned. 

The sound of his full lips smacking and smooching on her love entrance drove her wild and soon her walls began to shutter with increasing sexual bliss. His powerful hands held her in place as he savagely ate her pussy like a smorgasbord. 

"Ooo fuck me now, please fuck me now!"

"Nah you're not ready yet, he snarled, and returned to his meaty meal. His deep voice moaning and growling sent chills up and down her spine, she could tell he truly enjoyed pleasing her and that's when she realized she had gone beyond the point of no return.

"Ooh Lan...Lance, eat my pussy, make me cum!"

"Yeah," he growls wildly and begins shoving his big bald head between her legs as if trying to force in in her pussy.

"AAAH OOH...SSSS...OOOO!'

She kicked screamed and begged for him to ease up, but the beast of lust inside him caused him to pull her legs down, jamming and rubbing his shinny head against her hot vagina hole. 

Finally he rises up, holding one of her legs, he methodically licks from her toes, down to her pussy.

By now Jenny's pussy was on fire. Using raw lust and passion as fuel, she trust her legs wide open and orders. "Fuck this pussy now Officer Blackman, it's your duty, put your big black hard dick inside this pussy right now Officer Blackman, that's an order.

Hearing a call to duty, he readily complied. Clutching his long thick hard black cock he glanced down at her with an almost innocent smile, which slowly faded and became more of a menacing grimace as he pushes his flesh spear into her hot pussy entrance.  

"AAA GOD...OOOO...IT'S SO BIG...IT'S TEARING MY PUSSY OPEN!"

With each inch downward his cannon size dick pried her pussy open, stretching expanding the walls around it, Making it shake, pulsating with spasmodic convulsions. 

"Aaah...it's all up in my pussy Lance, your big dick is sooo deep in my swollen pussy. 

Staring down from a upright push-up position, he watched her body twitch and jerk as it struggled adjusting to the huge brick hard cock invading her insides. Churning like a steam engine, he pumps down into her, gaining more and more momentum until reaching the intensity of a human jackhammer, slamming balls deep, then suddenly slowing down and pulling nearly out, leaving just the throbbing head on the lips of her quivering pussy. 

"Sss Lance keep fucking me, please don't stop."

"Shit girl, we're just getting started now suck that shit," he ordered.

His cock head literally pops out her pussy, causing it to make a loud wet sucking sound. Quickly climbing to her knees, she opens wide and engulfs the hard black dick in her mouth. 

A wave of passion consumes her and she attacks the hard organ licking and sucking at a fever like pace, making her lover's toes curl with sheer delight. 

Firmly gripping the base of the majestic cock, she let her burning hot passion take control as she stroked up while plunging down meeting her hand and immediately jerked her head back up, to run her tongue in a circle around the mushroom like head. 

"Ah yeah Jenny do that thing girl, pump that cock up."

The voluptuous blond places the ebony tower between her tits, stroking it into her mouth, continuing to attack the head. Finally her dark chocolate lover could take no more. 

He positions himself on his back, "Climb aboard and slid down on this thang."

Moving rapidly she mounts, aims his fuck tool at her love hole and slides down slowly. 

"Ooo, Lance you make my pussy feel so good." 

"I know baby, it's so tight, your hot box is sucking at my dick, go on, slide all the way down, ooo all the way down on it, impale yourself."

Losing her balance she slides down too far before she's ready and screams; "AYE...AYE OOO...IT'S PUSHING UP MY STOMACH!'

"That's right baby, impale yourself, I wanna push it up to your throat."

"Oh my god, I'm cuming again."

Trusting like a wild horse, Lance bucks and bounces the helpless woman up and down his towering cock, literally taking her breath away. 

"Okay daddy...okay...I've had enough, let's try another position...oooweeee!"

"Nah, nah Jenny, you're not going anywhere until I wear this pussy out. Gripping her hips he grunts, while jerking her down on the flesh spear stabbing at her quaking womb.

"Come baby, take it, take it, take all this big black cock."

Jenny's head spun as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss swept over and through her body. Reaching down she tried to lay on his immense chest, but her dark chocolate Mandingo jerks and yanks her down like a wild bull, all the while snorting, grunting and snarling. "Ooo yeah Jenny I love your little pink pussy."

"YEAH," He screamed, paying no mind to the fact that they were on a open porch and anyone in the hotel could hear their love cries. Putting on an incredible display of power, he trust up so hard that she nearly flies of his cock, yet he manages to hold and yank her back down on his sopping wet endlessly long hard thick cock.

"OOOOOH...I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE PLEASE!"

Sensing he might hurt his lover, he resorts to a slow grind, then gently lifts her off his aching flesh pipe. Cradling her close, seeing her tears touches his heart. "I'm sorry baby; are you okay."

"I'd take anything for you, but unless you want to spend the rest of our vacation in the hospital visiting me, I suggest you break me in a little slower."

Laying her down he gently kisses her, drifting down to her extremely large breast, massaging the firm mounds, while sucking tenderly on each nipple.

"I hear you, let me make it up to you." He continues downwards sucking, licking and kissing her belly button and her clit, "I'm sorry," he pretends to say to her aching twat. "Now come on, let me get this shit doggy style.

Jenny's poor little pussy, ached and throbbed from the violent attack by the oversized cock. She gingerly got down on her hands and knees on the lounge chair, poking her back up, awaiting his rear penetration. "Please be easy daddy, don't try to kill me with that thing."

"Don't worry, I'll take my time," he replied, but she knew better. The sneer on his face, sent a chill through her. She knew that deep inside this man lies a savage beast, who constantly fought to take over him and in spite of his promise, it would only be a matter of time before that savage beast returned. She only hoped she could survive the next passage, however she also knew that inside her, a hot horny she-bitch lurked and this man seemed to find a way to bring it out of her. Their sexual compatibility drew them together like magnets. 

"Oh Lance my pussy's twitching, I'm so hot for...oh god, you're gonna fuck the shit out of me," she cried glancing back once more to see him hold his power tool, with a sinister grin on his face and it was aimed right at her worn out cunt. 

As the hot flesh pipe began to pierce her love chamber, Jenny's body started shaking and bucking wildly as she came once again. 

The black muscular cock-lord, parts Jenny's ass like the Red Sea, as he plunges deeper and deeper. It didn't take them long before they released their sexual beast-like sides to each other. Lance hammers her hot pussy, while Jenny grits her teeth, clutching the top edge of the chair, thrusting her beautifully heart shaped, bronze ass back to meet his advances. Their sex play grew to a fever pitch and became so violent, that the chair collapses under from the intense pounding. 

Pulling her to her feet, Lance wraps his powerful arms around her from behind. They share another passionate moment of kissing. "God I can't believe I've wasted all these years on average sex partners. No one's ever come close to how you fuck me Lance. You fuck me like a real man."

"I'm glad to here you say that Jenny, cause I'm just getting started. Practically lifting her off her feet, quickly he pushes her up against the window. 

Dropping to his knees, he spreads her tight ass cheeks, and thrusts his mouth and tongue inside her sphincter. After making the tight ring, wet, slick and lube, he rapidly rises to his feet and exclaimed. 

"I'm gonna give your sweet little soar pussy a break baby, and stretch out this fine ass of yours."

"Wait...wait Lance, you're way too big for..."AAAAH...AARGH NOOO!"

Lance moved quickly to cover her mouth with his hands to muffle her painful scream. 

The long dick officer watched curiously as the hot blonde's body jumped as if jolted by electricity as the massive head popped through her resistant ass-ring. 

Sweat poured down both their body's, Jenny tries to dig her fingers into something, but her hands simply slid down the window. "It's so deep, please is it all the way in yet?"

"All the way in, shit woman, you've got nearly seven more inches of black cock to go," Lance laughed. "Just relax, daddy's gonna take real good care of you," he proclaims as he wraps his arms around her, pinching her nipples, whispering and biting her earlobe, "Daddy's gonna stretch out this ass like your pussy, spray my cum on you and in you and then you'll be mine all mine...you hear me woman?"

'Yes..."

"Goddamnit, you hear me bitch," he growled.

"Oh yes daddy, rule me, lead me, make me your cock-slave."

"Hmm yeah, that's what I'm talkin bout."

"I don't...I don't believe it, I'm...cuming again...ooooo, I'm cuming with your big black cock inside my ass...oooh my god!"

Her body shook so violently that she would have surely fallen to the floor, if Lance didn't catch her in his arms. Leaning back they kiss with an urgency, and the black hunk, lifts her off her feet, carries her inside the room, allowing them both to collapse on the bed, never taking his throbbing cock out of her, and continues pummeling her tender ass.




A Long Stormy Night Ch. 04



For the next 45 minutes they fuck like wild animals. 

Pulling her to her feet, he continued pounding inside her tight stretched hole with merciless passion.

"I wish Rodger was here so he could see how a real man fucks a woman," she moaned.

"Why waist time wishing, pick up the phone and call that bitch ass now, and tell him how you really feel."

"No...no, I couldn't do that."

"Why not"

"That wouldn't be right"

"And I guess leaving you for his mistress, and those three stogies who threatened your life was a good thing."

"Oh daddy you really think I should...awww fuck," she cried feeling his black pipe thrust deeper inside her horny hole. 

"You don't have a choice woman, this pussy's mine now and if you want to keep getting a steady dose of this big black cock, you'll do what I say, when I say it, you hear me," He shouts, wrapping his large black hand around her throat, squeezing as he pounds her angrily.

"Oooh okay daddy, I'll do it, I'll do anything you want."

"Good now pick up that goddamn phone and call that bitch."

Jenny presses a button and Rodger immediately answers. 

"Jenny, is that you?"

"Rodger...aargh fuck, she cries loudly as he slammed into her lubed ass for emphasis.

"Jenny are you okay?"

"Ooh yes Rodger...I...I'm just calling to thank you for all the shit you've put me through."

"Huh"

"If not for you, I would never know how great it feels to be...to be fuc... fucked by a big black man, with a big...black... cock!"

"Jenny, have you taken leave of your senses?"

"Yes Rodger...ahh...he's fucking me senseless...ooo!"

"Are trying to tell me that you're having sexual intercourse as we speak!"

"No Rodger, I'm getting my ass screwed by the biggest...ahh...ahhh...blackest...ooo...god... cock I've ever seen."

"How dare you!"

"It isn't... easy, ooh Rodger it's...it's soo deep...it's sooo goooood!"

"Why you slutty bitch, you filthy whore, he'll ruin you."

"Yes from little starter cocks like yours. He's a real man, with a real dick. My daddy rules me, and guess what, he's cum all inside my pussy, I've drank his cum and after he cums up my ass, I want him to cum in my pussy again."

"You nasty whore, you better hope he doesn't get you pregnant."

"I hope he does, yes that's right, I want his big black baby growing inside me, just like his big black cock."

"Are you finished," he shouts

"Just...ahhh...just about," she moans. "Oh shit...uh fuck...aww god, I'm cuming again Rodger, my daddy keeps MAKING ME CUUUUUUUUM...OOOO!"

"Yeah I think I'll join you," Lance barks, lifting her completely off he feet and spraying his white hot load inside her traumatized asshole. 

Jenny drops the phone on the floor as she screams loudly, "Thanks it's...ahhh...fuck... ...oooh my god, he's cuming in my ass, while my pussy's cuming too. 

Thanks for the twenty grand, it's paying for our vacation!"

"Jenny...Jenny what..." Rodger shouts as Jenny drops the phone, it cracks on the floor and the line goes dead."

THE END...