When Fran Dodd looked out her kitchen window and saw the rider astride his horse in her yard, she was startled. Startled because her first hope was that it was Reese Harley, and startled second because the man was big and black.
She opened the door cautiously. Behind her back she held Lester Dodd's big army Colt.
"What do you want?" she asked. She wasn't afraid but apprehensive.
"Name's Longfellow Polk, ma'am," the man replied. "Huntin' me a man I think mighta come through here. Maybe 'bout a week ago."
He was after Reese. Fran Dodd lied, "Ain't seen no one in a least two months."
"Sure? Fella named Reese Harley? 'Bout six feet tall."
Fran kept her blank stare.
Polk went on: "Well, shucks, guess I lost his trail. Listen, ma'am..."
"The name is Dodd."
"Miz Dodd. You reckon I could put up for the night here? I could bunk in the barn, if you like. Looks like we might get some rain coming from the west."
She considered it. She had to find some way to protect Reese.
"That would be fine. And you can stay in the house by the fire."
"Well, thank you kindly, ma'am," he said, getting down from his horse. "And to repay your kindness."
He rummaged in his saddle bag and produced a bottle of whiskey. "Hope you like spirits."
The whiskey was good.
Fran made a supper of beans and bacon and over the meal she learned that Reese was wanted for the murder of Mexican woman, the daughter of diplomat stationed in Texas. She wanted to protest that the Reese she knew could never harm a woman but couldn't give herself away. Polk was not perusing the fact that he had been there so she had to leave it alone as well.
She began to think of a way to at least give Reese a longer head start. The black man had a dark sensuality about him. And the parts of her that Reese had reawakened were feeling that temptation.
After a couple hours conversation, Polk rose from the table, saying, "Guess I better get my bedroll and lay it out front a that fire."
He had turned fully from her before she found her voice. "I don't see why."
Polk stopped and turned to her. She was fine, with her strong jaw and heavy bosom. He knew from their talk that she was spirited.
"Jez what you got in mind, Miz Dodd?" he asked.
Her eyes blazed as she stood up.
"I think maybe you might as well call me Fran, Mister Polk."
She wasn't sure if she was protecting Reese or if she was trying to keep the black man there for herself. Her desires were jumbled by the alcohol. But she moved to Polk and taking his large hand in her own, marveling at the difference in the color, she rose on her toes to kiss his thick, raison colored lips with her own pale thin mouth. Their tongues played softly for a moment.
Fran said, "I think you'd be more comfortable in my bed."
Polk looked into her green eyes.
"I think you might be right, ma'am," he replied.
She led him by the hand into the bedroom where she and Reese Harley had made love only a week ago. Where no love had been made for so long before that.
Fran unbuttoned Polk's shirt and brought it down off his body, exposing his dark muscular chest and arms. Lester Dodd has once bought her a square of chocolate from Paris, France. The man's skin was the same rich deep color as the candy. Unlike Harley and her husband, Polk was completely hairless. She ran her hands down his arms and chewed the black nipples.
Then she undid her own belt and pulled her shift over her head to show him her sweet, voluptuous body, softened with age. Her heavy brown tipped breasts swayed in their weight. Her broad hips and ass jiggled pleasingly.
Polk was excited by her. This lonely farm widow who took what she wanted. He drew her to him mashing her big tits into his chest and kissing her thin lips, thrashing her tongue with his own. Her arms went around his neck and she held herself there as he explored her mouth. Now, that they were so enrapt, thoughts of Reese were fading in her mind.
Abruptly Polk, ended the kissing and hands on her shoulders, pushed her to her knees. She looked up at him, from her naked perch.
"Don't tell me you ain't been curious," Polk said. "Get to it."
Fran gazed at the bulge in his crotch. The promise was almost too exhilarating. She brushed at the protuberance with her lips then deftly unbuckled his belt and popped the buttons on his fly. She peeled the tan britches from his black skin until she saw the object of her hunger. His black penis, soft but still large, the head in its foreskin nestled between his impossibly huge balls.
He stepped out of his pants and stood before her. Fran's eyes never left his cock, which twitched slightly at her interest. It grew a little and the purple head peeked out of the bonnet. She gloried in the musky smell of the black man.
Finally, without using her hands, she took the big head of Polk's dick in her mouth. Sucking on it softly as it grew, she fed more and more of it to herself until the head banged the back of her throat. Then she drew her mouth achingly slowly off his cock.
She lifted his full length, for he was very hard now, and examined his penis. The color was glorious, like a cloud filled night. Except for the wide, dark purple head. Polk was longer than Harley, though she judged Harley to be slightly thicker.
Fran looked up at him. "Longfellow, indeed." She smiled.
She lifted so his length laid against his stomach, the head touching above his navel. Then she stuffed his ball sack into her mouth, sucking the big nuts and brushing his shaft lightly. He was nearly hairless down there and the flesh felt so good on her tongue.
When she had her fill, Fran released his balls, and finding a drop of pre-come on his glans, licked it off, savoring the taste. No different form a white man's semen. She ran her tongue all over the head of his prick. It began to pulse it her mouth.
She looked up into his face again and saw the grimace there.
Polk dug his fingers in her graying hair with the white streak, and said, "Suck me. Drink my jizz, Fran."
She quickly gripped the base of his cock and took his length in her mouth. She sucked him hard and worked her lips up and down on his meat, jerking him with her hand. With her other hand she squeezed his balls in their sacks and eventually worked underneath to brush his asshole.
Polk fucked her mouth, his hips a blur as he drove himself into her. Finally he seized and shot gobs of come down the old woman's throat. She held him in her mouth frantically gathering every drop. When he was done she regretfully removed her mouth from his pecker. But she held onto it and kissed it gently all over the black flesh.
Polk sucked in a deep breath and said, "That was real good, Miz Dodd. One a the best."
He lifted her off the floor and hugged her to him. They kissed and he tasted his come on her breath though she had swallowed every drop. Polk always liked it when they swallowed. His massive dick throbbed between them and Fran felt it against her stomach. She reached her hand in and felt the hard, dark flesh.
"Oh my, so soon," she moaned.
She broke from Polk and laid down on the bed, spreading her legs wide. "Put your beautiful cock in me, Mister Polk."
Polk assumed the position and placed the head of his penis at the entrance of her cunt. He eased the purple knob in. She accepted it readily--she was incredibly wet. He thrust his length in her willing pussy. A cry rose in her throat as the long black tube split her open. Fran put her hands on his chest to stop him but his strong arms held him firm.
"Too much, Mister Polk. Too much. Please," she cried.
"You'll get used to it," Polk replied. He used his powerful thighs to force his cock in and out of the woman's vagina. When her cries turned to moans, he lifted himself to his toes in a push-up position and really started to fuck her. His cock rammed to the hilt where his balls slapped against her anus. The more he screwed her the wider she spread herself, acclimatizing her pussy to get more of his ebony cock into her.
Soon, he found that place within her that was her magic place. He slowed and worried the little place with the big head of his cock. Within seconds, Fran Dodd was writhing in ecstasy beneath the big black man. She came on his big member, pulling at her pendulous tits as she did. When she was done, Polk drove himself fully in her and ceased all motion. He laid his heavy body on the white woman and kissed her gently.
"I told you you'd get used to it," he said.
"Oh my," she said. "So good. So full of you."
Polk fucked her gently.
"Did you come?" she asked.
He shook his head.
"Oh, please come in me, Mister Polk," she begged. "I want your seed."
He started to fuck her harder. Drawing his massive cock in and out of the well used place. She accepted his pace and squeezed her cunt muscles on his dark intruder. Soon, he penetrated deep into her and held the big dick there as the white semen spurted against the back of her cunt. She came again as she felt the powerful jet stream.
"OHH, YES!" they screamed in unison.
Afterward, they lay spent in each other's arms until Polk's dick softened and dropped out of her. He disentangled himself from her and went to the other room, returning a moment later with the whiskey bottle. He drank deeply as he gazed down at her voluptuous body. He offered her a taste of the alcohol which she accepted, then he poured a fine line of the burning stuff down between her tits and over her stomach. He licked the whiskey from her skin.
Then he put the bottle down and lifted her soft tits, taking the leathery nipples into his mouth. They sprang to life under his tongue.
"Ever had your tits fucked, Fran?"
Her eyes widened and her nipples got even harder, stretching the skin to long plugs.
"Never," she replied.
Polk gathered spit on his tongue then deposited it in the crack he had made between her breasts. He sat over her stomach and revealed his new erection to her. It was long and hard, the banana curve angled upward.
"Hold your tits together for me, bitch."
Fran was shocked at the word. But also strangely titillated. Reese had been so polite and gentle. This powerful black man was harder, his fucking bordering on violence. It thrilled her deep in some heretofore unknown place within her chest.
She pushed her breasts together and held them for him as he entered her flesh. His immense cock head emerged toward her chin and she dripped to lick it with her tongue. He withdrew and impaled the soft rubbery skin again and again. Each thrust landed the glans in her warm mouth.
Then he stopped. He got off her and said, "Turn around."
She did as she was ordered. And he straddled her head, placing his balls above her mouth when he thrust deep into the skin of her teats. She nibbled the monstrous seed filled sacks voraciously as he fucked her.
