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.
