Candy shook the floppy hose, urine flying from the tip. Then she squeezed upwards to get the last few drops out. As she moved her hand, she felt her fingers stretching apart. The old black man's cock was growing in her hand! In fact, once it got going, it hardened rapidly. His old cock soon started looking like a steel hammer, hard in her hand with that big round head peeking out of the foreskin. He was definitely thicker then Long's cock. "You're right Mr. Holmes, I take the whole "back in the day" comment back."
He chuckled. "Honestly, haven't had an erection in fifteen years until a few weeks ago when I woke up with a huge stiffy the likes I hadn't had since I was a young man. It was pitch dark cause of the fog that night and I had to fumble with the light cause I wanted to see what my dick looked like hard again. Been getting hard every day since. Several times."
"I think your penis looks incredible, Mr. Holmes. Any man would be proud to have something like this." Strangely, she hadn't released it and was fighting the urge to stroke it. She wasn't lying either, her late husband Marvin Cox certainly hadn't been anywhere near this size in the penis department, but then she'd never seen Marvin's penis as hard as this ninety-year-old nigger's cock either.
"Never had no beautiful young white woman touching it before. I don't think it's gonna go back down without help. I can't do it with these hands." He held one clawed hand back up.
"Y-you want me to get you off?" she asked, taking her eyes of his black cock, and looking into his old brown eyes.
"If there was one thing you could do to help me Candy, that would be it. It's been fifteen years since that big fucker shot a load and it would sure make me happy to cum just one last time.
"I g-guess... I could give you a hand job, but I... is it even safe at your age?"
"I don't care if it's safe or not and a hand job would be just fine... though I wouldn't complain if you wrapped those lovely red lips around it a bit either."
"I'm sure you wouldn't," said Candy, smiling. There was a bottle of hand lotion beside the old man. She reached out for it and squirted some on the latex in the palm of her hand and then some on his black shaft, running it up its length like she was squirting mustard on a foot-long hot dog. George sighed, a smile slowly spreading across his face as she started stroking him. He leaned back in the chair and stared down at her jerking him off. Candy just stared at his cock in fascination. The head had emerged from the foreskin, glistening, and swelling as the lotion coated it. Except for the bushy white pubes, this cock could have belonged to a twenty-year-old. It was swollen and hot, when she stopped stroking it, she could feel it's pulse through the large blue-black veins crisscrossing the mighty shaft. "My my, what a nice big black cock you have here, Mr. Holmes," she told him unable to take her eyes from it.
"Oh fuck!" he grunted, and it sounded painful. His cock exploded a huge wad of semen directly in her face. Candy closed her eyes just in time as her face was suddenly dripping with sperm. It was a bigger wad then even Willie Long's big loads and another one splattered on her face. Candy leaned down and opened her lips just in time to get a third wad of semen filling her mouth. She gulped, wrapping her lips around his still throbbing cock head. More semen filled her mouth and it was delicious. She gulped it down as fast as the old man could pump it into her mouth all the while wondering why she just hadn't just gone ahead and blown him. Her gloved hand continued jerking the old cock until every drop had drained from it and down her mouth.
When he was finally done, she released his cock and blindly stood up. She felt her way to the bathroom and the sink, turning on the faucet as she wiped all the sperm from her eyes. Her tongue licking all the sperm within its reach from around her lips. The 55-year-old woman cleaned her face. It hadn't been that long since she'd hooked up with Willie, but she'd already lost count of the number of facials she'd had since then.
Finally satisfied, she'd cleaned the sperm off her, Candy left the bathroom. The old black man was laying on the chair with his head back and his mouth partially opened. For a moment, panic swept her body. "Mr... Mr. Holmes? Are you all right?"
George was already grinning, but the grin spread wider across his mouth. "Next time, I wanna see dem white titties."
Candy smiled in relief. "Next time, maybe I'll use them to get your cock off."
She shook her head in disbelief as the old man's limp cock swelled and rose up just a bit at her words. "Amazing," she muttered, before turning to leave the room and meet the rest of her patients.
**********
Willie Long downed the last of his coffee and set the cup down on his desk. He looked over at the #1 Grandpa lettering on the mug and smiled thinking of his granddaughter Stacy. He was proud of Stacy, she got good grades and was goal driven despite her slutty nature. She'd never had a boyfriend that Long knew of, she just went out and fucked whatever member of the football team asked her out. Long shuddered at the images his hidden videos had captured. He'd accidentally glimpsed Stacy with every black member of the team before his fumbling hands could stop the video. They were using her, but she was smart enough to realize it and didn't seem to mind. That had changed recently, the black team members seemed eager to join Samson in conquering white cheerleaders. Stacy's activities had slowed down of late and he was worried she was a little depressed.
Willie Long and his late wife Rachel had one child, a daughter, Ella Wayne. They were lucky to have any at all as Rachel had difficulty conceiving. They never knew why she'd had fertility problems, but Long had always believed it stemmed from her sexual assault during the election day riot of '72. Their daughter was born late in the year following the riots and Rachel never conceived again. Ella Wayne wasn't as strong willed as Stacy and the moment she lost her virginity, she went cock mad. Rachel never admitted to it, but Willie always suspected his wife had taken their daughter for an abortion soon afterwards while Ella was still in high school. After that, Ella Wayne went on the pill. Her grades were nonexistent at that point as she skipped school, partied with thugs, and ran away every time her parents tried to stifle her behavior. Willie found her stripping at a club in the ghetto section of Coxburg, threw her over his shoulder and dragged her home.
Willie loved his wife but then she did something even worse in his eyes then take his daughter to an abortion clinic. Rachel introduced Ella Wayne to god, and not the real god, the Christian god. As much as Willie hated it, church seemed to work on his daughter and she calmed down considerably. Rachel was from a religious family and Long had never confessed his true religious beliefs. His wife just assumed he was a non-believer since he was so spiteful towards Christianity. Prayer kept the horny hormone crazed eighteen-year-old girl in check until Malik Brown came to church. Malik was an angry ghetto thug from Coxburg kept out of jail solely for being a juvenile. Now at eighteen, a religious judge had suggested church in exchange for leniency as Malik would be charged as an adult for his next crime. He spent two days total at church, a Sunday where he sat and stared at Ella Wayne the entire sermon and a Wednesday night where Malik and Ella Wayne were discovered fucking in the basement by the pastor. Malik was caught dealing three days later and went to jail. Ella Wayne gave birth to Stacy nine months later. Malik insisted his daughter Stacy have his last name. After giving birth, Ella Wayne remained largely celibate, but every time Mailk got released from prison, he'd show up to see his daughter and Ella Wayne would find herself fucking him for the brief period before he committed another crime and went back to jail. Willie grunted just thinking about that black thug. There was something about that nigga his daughter just couldn't resist. At least, Malik had been responsible for giving Long his one grandchild and Willie loved her more than anything else.
Willie sat back in his chair and glanced over at the video display. Nothing was going on over the live feeds at the moment. The cheerleaders had skipped out on the showers after discussing heading to Kitty's to use the pool. He watched Mrs. Kindle hurry off. She'd dressed unusually sexy that day in tight yoga pants and her hair was down. Unable to resist, he'd called her into his office and gave her the old black snake of Damballah. Other than that, it had been a slow down on his video feeds. Willie replayed the video of Jenny Summers and Coach Black, once again thanking Damballah that he'd had the foresight to place some cameras in the men's shower. He reached out for his pen and wrote blackmail at the top of his planner. He then switched over to the video of Samson and Kitty in the girl's locker room, forwarding it to the part where Kitty became Samson's anal slut. Underneath the word blackmail on his planner, he wrote Kitty Summers and Jenny Summers underneath Kitty. Monday was going to be a very good day.
Willie grabbed his briefcase and locked his office door. "Goodnight Miss Murdock, he said to his hunched over elderly secretary.
"Goodnight Principal Long," she replied.
Willie Long got in his car and pulled out of his parking spot. "Time to head home," he mumbled, a smile broadening his face when he realized that "home" now meant Candy Cox's house. He'd essentially moved in and hadn't looked back. Plus, he was totally happy living with the lovely Candace Cox. She was the perfect companion in every way. Watching the videos of Candy's daughter and granddaughter discovering the pleasure of black cock had his own enormous cock semi hard and his erection lasted the entire hour drive to Candy's old farmhouse in the old Dutch farming enclave North of town.
He wondered how Candy's day had gone.
