Based on comics by the Pit and Stormbringer
The Coxville Curse Part 2: Chapter 12: Kat Jones and the Mailman
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October 14, 2009: Wednesday
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"Yeah, I'm sick," said Kat, coughing into the phone. She told the bank manager that she hoped she'd be better tomorrow and make it in to work. After hanging up, Kat leaped out of bed and took a quick shower. Nathan had already left for work. He didn't know she was taking the day off and she didn't want him to know that she was waiting to intercept a package containing a large black dildo to satisfy her needy pussy so she wouldn't need the real thing again.
Kat dried herself off and fixed her hair up. She decided to lay out and work on her tan while waiting for her package. She had several swimsuits. There was the family one piece that she wore around Jenny's pool, there was a modest bikini that she wore to the lake, and then there was her tanning bikini. She took the latter and put it on. The cups were little more than eye patches covering her pink nipples. Blonde pubes stuck out of the patch that covered her crotch and the back was a thong that left her ass bare. Her bikini was so small even Jenny wouldn't have been caught dead in it and it would have driven her uptight mom into an apoplectic fit. Nathan hadn't even seen her in this bikini, though he had commented on her lack of tan lines. She didn't get many chances to wear it as she and Nathan shared the same work schedules. It had been last summer since she'd worn it and Kat was a little miffed to see that the bikini was a little tight. She'd gained about five pounds and boob flesh stuck out from the tight cups. She'd have to work on that.
Kat walked over to her medicine cabinet and took out her fertility pills. She hadn't taken any since the day with Hercules. She heard that semen could swim around for about three days before fertilizing an egg and she didn't want to give the young black man's seed a leg up impregnating her. The specialists had blamed Nathan for her inability to conceive, but deep down her brain was blaming herself. She popped two into her mouth, swallowed them down with some tap water, and went downstairs to have a lighter than planned breakfast so that she could start losing that five pounds she'd gained. The one drawback and sometimes pleasant side effect to her fertility pills were that they tended to make her horny and before she had even finished breakfast, her body was starting to show signs of arousal.
Katherine Jones strolled out into her yard about eleven in the morning. The mailman normally got to her house around noon and the STUDS guy a little later unless their schedules had changed. She hoped they'd come early so that she could have a few hours to play with her new toy and hopefully satisfy the growing hunger in her pussy. She set her cot up in the side yard near the grill and the spot where Hercules had first grabbed her ass at her barbecue party. The cot was facing the sun, turned to the side, so that the mailman wouldn't see too much when he pulled up with the mail. She liberally coated her smooth skin with tanning oil until it glistened in the sunlight and then she laid down on the cot.
Kat rarely had time to herself or time to relax and she smiled as she settled down into the cot. This was nice though showing up to work tomorrow with a fresh tan after calling in sick worried her some. Her thoughts as they often did since her barbecue turned immediately to Hercules' cock, or more specifically, his black cock, his big black cock, his superior orgasm inducing swollen big black cock. Her bikini top tightened as her nipples hardened. She almost laughed as the material stretched so much, her areola started peeking out the sides of her top. Why hadn't Hercules called her? It had been five days since their encounter. Didn't he want to fuck her again? Of course, she didn't want him to call her, did she? No, she wanted to be faithful to her husband, that's why she'd ordered her new black toy. But why hadn't he called? If he called, he'd say, "Are you alone, can I come over?" and I would... no, he wouldn't ask, he'd say, "Get that white pussy ready for some nigger cock, slut. I'm coming over," and I would say, "YES!" Kat moaned and started to fall asleep. "Fuck me, fuck me with that big nigger cock," she muttered, feeling her pussy getting soaked.
Stupid fertility pills.
Right on time, she heard the mailman pull up. She was half asleep, but came fully awake when she heard him shut his motor off. Why was he stopping? Amos Flynn was her mailman. He was a large black man, in his mid-fifties, fit and strong. He had short hair with gray streaks in it. He stepped out of the mail truck and began walking towards her carrying her package. A black man, twenty years her senior was about to become the first man to ever see her in her tanning bikini. Kat cursed herself for not bringing a robe out with her. She struggled in her cot, wondering what she should do? Should she run inside or just stop him?
"Mrs. Jones," said Amos, getting closer. "Sorry, but I got a damaged package here for you."
"Uh, that's fine Amos, you can leave it there," she told him.
He cocked his head, trying to see more of her body in the cot, dark eyes twinkling to see she was wearing a skimpy bikini. "Don't you want to inspect the contents?" he asked, still approaching her.
Kat's eyes opened wide. "No, that's fine. Just leave it there." But, Amos kept coming. The old black man clearly wanted to see her in her bikini. Typical.
"Glad I caught you at home," said Amos, walking up and stepping beside the cot. Kat looked at him, watched his eyes on her feet at first, then moving up her legs, widening as the saw the small strap of material covering her crotch, moving up her slick glistening belly, widening further when they saw her hard nipples sticking through the small nipple patches. A grin spread across his face as his eyes came up to meet hers. Kat found herself turning red with embarrassment and looking away, down to his shorts and the growing bulge beneath them. Now it was her eyes that started widening in surprise. "Sorry, Mrs. Jones," he continued, "But the postal service takes the post very seriously and regrets any damage to our customer's mail or packages. Let's see if the contents are damaged and if so feel free to refuse it."
"That's not necessary, Amos," she told him pulling her eyes off his bulging crotch and watching in horror as he reached into the hole ripped in the side of her box. "Let's see, contents of package are, one big black dildo from LongDong.com." He pulled the long dildo from the box.
"Oh my god," moaned Kat in embarrassment. She hung her head down in shame, but found her eyes back on his crotch. Amos was a rural carrier and didn't have to wear a uniform. He was wearing khaki shorts and a white tee shirt to stay cool during this hot Southern Indian summer. The bulge had gotten bigger. "It d-doesn't appear d-damaged, Amos, just leave it and you can go."
"I see you're a woman that knows what it takes to satisfy her," continued Amos. "This is the fifth package from LongDong.com that I've delivered in the last two weeks. My son's doing quite well for himself."
Kat looked back up at her mailman. "Your son?"
"Yep, Lorenzo Doyle Flynn, Coxville's famous black porn star is my son. He hated Lorenzo and always went by L.D. Once word of that big cock of his got around, he took to telling everyone it stood for Long Dong. He's about your age I think."
"Year ahead of me in school," said Kat.