Chapter 4: "Cum Dump Kitty"
Downstairs in the kitchen, the back door was hanging off its hinges and the door frame was shattered. Lowbeam had found the back door was locked and decided to just push it open. The giant black man had smashed the door open with one hand and hardly any effort. He had always been huge, naturally big and strong - but doing 15 in max upstate gave him nothing to do but lift. When he got out of lock up, he was so jacked that niggas just stepped out of his way instead of stepping to him. It didn't matter how big or bad or crazy they thought they were. One look at The Ghetto Monster of Coxburg and they stopped frontin' and started runnin'. Nobody knew exactly what he had been convicted for, but they didn't want to find out, either.
Inside the house, Lowbeam was carrying a large grey sack and had been filling it with anything that looked remotely valuable. He had already taken the "rainy day" money from the cookie jar, all their credit cards, debit cards and cash from their wallets and purses, and Jenny's checkbook. He had grabbed their iPads and iPhones and any home media devices he could fit in the bag.
Then he turned and saw the display cabinet in the dining room. Inside he could see fine china, rare collectibles, historical memorabilia from Coxville's racist post-Civil War era (the town had been host to one of the larger KKK groups in the South) and a whole bunch of silver cutlery.
Lowbeam grabbed the handle to open the display, but it snapped right off in his powerful fingers. He stared at the broken handle for a moment, then looked back at the display and casually shoved his fist through the glass.
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CRASH!
What was that?! Jenny's eyes popped open - she hadn't been able to fully relax, still too sexually frustrated to fall asleep again, That sounded like something breaking!
Jenny listened again, but she didn't hear anything.
I think that came from downstairs... Jenny imagined, oh shit, what if it's a robber?!
"Harold!" Jenny whispered loudly as she shook her husband, trying to wake him up, "Harold, wake up!" Jenny shoved him, slapped him on the chest and shook him, but he was dead to the world.
"Ugh, you useless fat wimp," Jenny muttered as she stood up and kicked him with the heel of her foot. She looked around and remembered something.
The busty blonde housewife dug around in the closet and came out with a big, black 33-inch baseball bat.
Good thing I played softball! Jenny smiled and kissed the big, black, hard bat, "Go Coxville Black Cocks!" she repeated the team's fight cheer in her head.
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"Open dat pretty little slut mouf o' yours nice and big, you cum-guzzlin', fuckin' freaky-ass ho!" Toad snarled down at the petite blonde teen, "cuz dis dick ain't fo' little girls!"
Kitty's head still hung off the bed and the massive, thick black prick loomed threateningly over her face, draping it in deep shadow. She gulped nervously and did her best to open her mouth as wide as it would go.
"Naw, naw, that ain't even open, bitch!" Toad stuck his fat fingers in Kitty's mouth and pulled it open painfully, widening her mouthpussy and stretching her lips thin until they were barely visible, "DERE we go!"
Kitty saw her face in the mirror and thought she looked like she was back at the orthodontist when they put in her braces, those uncomfortable mouth spreaders keeping her mouth open while the doctor went to work. But now it was a big, black hung thug about to go to work.
Toad stepped forward and pushed his impossibly fat mushroom-like cockhead into Kitty's mouth.
And it didn't fit! It got about two-thirds of the way in, but his wide flange just was too damn big even for Kitty's stretched-out mouth.
"Muthafucka..." Toad grunted in frustration as he pushed and prodded, but his cock head just wouldn't go in.
"See, nigga?!" Donk laughed, "I TOL' you! NO bitch evah gonna take that fat dick in her mouf!"
"Man, FUCK you!" Toad shot back at his chuckling partner in crime!
"Give it up, dawg!" Donk put his hand on Toad's shoulder and shook his head, "you shit just too damn PHAT for da bitches ta suck!"
"God dammit, yo!" Toad looked disappointed and took a step back, turning away in disgust.
Kitty's head hung limp and her jaw ached.
JESUS, Kitty thought to herself, Thank God he gave up! Though... I kinda wish I could take it... his cock is so big and thick and juicy...
Toad pounded his fist in his hand and looked around. He caught Todd's gaze and glared at him angrily. Todd just stared wide-eyed at Toad's impossibly fat cock. He looked up at Toad's face and saw the black thug's eyes boring right into him. Then he saw sudden determination set in the black man's face.
"You know what, NAH," Toad spun back around and grabbed Kitty's mouth and spread it back open as hard as he could without breaking her jaw, "I gon' MAKE this shit fit!!"
OH SHIT! Kitty's mind screamed.
"Dawg, no-" Donk tried to stop him but Toad shoulder-checked the taller, skinner black man and pushed him away.
"Y'all just take a fuckin' seat and watch how Toad DO!" Toad spread his legs and braced them to give himself maximum power, then PUSHED.
"MRRRRGPPHHLL!!" Kitty's scream was muffled by the fat black cockhead trying to split her mouth wide open.