Based on comics by the Pit and Stormbringer.
TCCS Part 3: Chapter 29: Pamela on Slave Island
Pamela no longer knew who she was. For years, she'd believed she was madly in love with Todd White. Was she or did she only believe it was true because all the girls had crushes on Todd? She'd been jealous when Kitty and Todd started dating, picturing the hot couple together and fantasizing that she was with Todd only increasingly she started picturing herself as Todd, making love to the beautiful Kitty Summers.
She'd always been a tom boy. She played rough and loved sports. She had female friends and as her female friends progressed into their teen years, she started noticing stick figures turning curvy, flat chests budding and rapidly filling out into the C and D or larger cups of Coxville women. She started noticing them too much.
When Brian had asked her out, she immediately agreed. It was expected of her, a cheerleader to date a football player. She did like him though she liked playing basketball or working out with him more than she enjoyed kissing or making love to him. She went through the motions even though there was no physical or romantic attraction.
Now after the pool party, Pamela realized she did had a physical and romantic attraction to someone and that someone was Miko. I'm a lesbian, she admitted, her arms effortlessly gliding her quickly through the cold water. She'd always been physically and romantically attracted to women. She'd never felt happier than being close to Miko. The only thing that saddened her was that while Miko had responded physically, she hadn't gotten a romantic vibe from her best friend. Miko wasn't like her, she didn't like girls. Pamela did. She was a lesbian and would have to accept it even if she lived in a county whose attitudes seemed outdated by about a hundred years.
To confuse the young woman even more, while she had no romantic desire for men, she did have a physical desire. To be more specific, she had a strong sexual desire bordering on an addiction to giant black cocks. She loved everything about them, from their smell to the taste of their seed. Nothing in the world felt better than being fully stuffed by a big black cock as it sprayed its hot seed inside you.
Pamela shuddered wishing she'd stayed back at the tent with Miko and Deon. She not only wished she'd stayed in the tent, but she should have stayed in the tent. The mist had gotten thicker the farther she swam. She stopped and treaded water, not exactly sure where she was
anymore. She was lost.
Pamela closed her eyes and thought on her situation. The mist was cold and seemed to embrace her face, leaving a sheen of dew on her skin. Oddly, as she breathed through her nose, she thought she detected just the hint of the smell of sperm on the fog. Probably still smelling Deon's cum, she thought, wishing again that she'd stayed in the tent.
Pam was a smart girl. She should know what to do in this situation. Number one, don't panic. She'd stood on the shore and looked out over the lake as the moon rose over the island. The moon! That was it. She opened her eyes and looked up. There it was the moon, luckily full and bright, it illuminated the mist around her. It was still rising and if she swam towards it, she should reach the island.
Pamela started swimming again, using the moon as her guide. When she reached slave island, it would have passed over her and she could use it as a guide back to the campground. She swam faster, picturing herself on top Miko, kissing her female lover while Deon's powerful cock fucked her from behind.
She hadn't swum very far when another light started guiding her. There was a fire burning near the island's shore. It started out dim through the fog and stayed dim as the mist seemed even thicker the closer she got to the shore.
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He watched the third load of his seed sizzling as it hit the flames. Even before his cock had ceased ejaculating, he poured a little bit more of the precious Waters of Damballah on top his sizzling semen. Fog billowed up out of the fire, the thick cloud heading off over the lake towards the shore.
He scooped a dollop of the liquid from his jar and started coating his rock hard black cock, a cock stained darker from many years of rubbing Damballah's berries into it. His supply was getting low and with so much of the berry production going to make Alexander Brook's special wine, it would be a while before he could get any more.
He sweated from the heat of the fire and the strain of trying not to cum again so soon. This county and this island were teeming with sexual energy on a level he'd never encountered before. The closest he'd seen before was Damballah Island or Congo Square in New Orleans where Prospero Black had seeded hundreds of women before being recaptured. Making it worse, waves of sexual energy were coming at him from all over the County. More than it had the other afternoon at the library with Bobbie Sue. The strongest waves were nearby, just across the lake, right where his fog was engulfing. A dozen or so women were being serviced by the black snakes of Damballah just a mile or so away.
He'd tested the island for its sexual energy and was stunned by the results. Alone and with the help of the berry jelly, his seed could summon enough fog to fill a small house, but here in Coxville County the fog could cover dozens of square miles. The sexual energy in this county
was building up to a point it would eventually began spilling over into the other nearby counties. Change was coming. This was proof that a god once walked this land and his ritual was now complete. He didn't want to seed the hot fire again, he wanted to seed a hot pussy. Thinking of Sister Nancy or Bobbie Sue Kindle only made his balls ache more with a desire to cum. By the gods, the local women were magnificent. He closed his eyes and said a brief prayer.
Damballah would provide.
He opened his eyes when he heard the loud feminine gasp. The woman was lovely and dripping wet. She'd climbed up out of the water and stumbled along the sandy beach towards the shoreline. She wasn't top heavy like most of the local woman, but lithe with an athletically toned body well displayed by her wet underwear. Her nipples were hard through the sport's bra. She was staring in lust at his black hand still gliding along his rampant cock. "Are you all right," he said, removing his hand, not out of embarrassment, but to display his size and thickness to her eyes.
